A Newlywed

 
Wang Jian (766 – 831)
 
 
Now three days on, I step inside to cook,
Then wash my hands and stir the soup dispersed;
I do not know his mother’s taste for food,
So ask his sister, “would you try it first?”
 
 

­­­Incredible and beautiful
Sunrise and sunset follower!
You idiot + Candace Swanepoel?
Does not compile, you - gullible :)

You got to be like - skeleton?
Like Forest Gump, when running race!
Succumb to feel incognito
So she may let you in her space :)

- Andrusha Smyk, 2022

Candace Swanepoel
I Want To Wrap Myself
Around a poll
And Dance For You
My Dear Goddess

I am a man like others (all),
Sometimes An Idiot Of Most of All
I want your clothing part, indeed.
On my disturbed and troubled head
You are the missing ELEMENT
I want to breathe through it :)

I Hope You Have  Smiled,
I love your smile :)
Sunset To Sorrow
Let The Sun Rise!

And Breeze
To Follow Thy
And For The Lady -
Be a Prince!
And For The Princess
As You Are -
Let Be A Knight!

And Sparkling
Smile of Thy

­Some bubbling thoughts
Have crossed my mind
Topiya, Muses, and our kind
Are tumbling in despair

Can you suggest
How we can find
That something
Making US so blind
Yet no one to dare

A pencil hanging on the neck
When the eraser stepped on deck
Has whispered to his ear:
“Oh, Sire! Soon!
Such an event!
My attitude will have a dent
Committed both, of US, I swear!”

“If only you could see my end
It′s easier for you to bend
I need to gasp some air!”

You keep your eyes on crystal balls

Once upon a time
Somewhere in some Africa
In line with your divine
Or mine, or contrary to that

In par, in leu, in lack of any
Some, or maybe - many,
Or God forbid - “Particular” intent

Yet certainly, and probably
With no doubt - without
Dent in attitude
Remorse, regret, or -
Getting out

Of his/her mind
Or losing sleep
Or having other
So called “awakening event”

Someone who silently
And likely selfishly
While disappointed
Yet to some point - bluntly

And obviously unaware
Of misalignment

Perhaps a pair-dice conclusion-wise

(Да будет град, когда не буду я услышан)
А он пошел когда, тогда спешите мыши

The music is quiet
The light is serеne
We are like in
Slow motion film

Or maybe standing still
Like rocks, yet
Rock and rolls begin
The moment you are in
Ta-dah!

    A shithole?

Or, Sire, is it not what
You have dreamed about?

    What?

Overall, and
Speaking out loud
The dreams we all
Are left without
While being led
By lies of yours?

to Elisa

LA LA LAND

I’d restore all history if only I could
At least the version from Hollywood
Where a different world is understood
Even dystopian futures end up alright
Cicadas chirping throughout the night
Unique to the West Coast, and trite

Allegedly made for a worldwide view
For those abroad it doesn’t ring true
And being America-centric is the clue
But for this there’s quite an appetite
Every movie genre uses guns to fight
For millions elsewhere, an alien sight

TV series always feature the evil Brit

Voices from another galaxy
drop hints about this blissful daydream dwelling I’m
obsessed with.
They douse the strident yelping from an unrestrained stray pup in my neighbourhood,
when it breaks clear of its tan leather muzzle with a consummate fiendish elan.
This happens when I stroll with abandon round a limp pale green grass lawn,
the type whose rabid cry for spumes of hydrant benefice is cruelly silenced.
Hedgerow choral bird chirps goad supple feats of trailing mental reverie for a wander lust psyche.