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[B.Love]

,,JUTRO"

jutro je,otvori prozor,
nek' u sobu udje sunca zrak,
jutro je,otvori prozor,
i neka svetlost istera mrak,
            *   
i mislis,li na mene,
kao sto mislim na tebe ja,
spavalice,otvori oci,
meni je noc bila bez sna,
            *
o,kako je duga noc bez tebe,
o,kako je s tobom divan dan,
o,kako sam tuzan kad te nema,
kad te nemam...
i nece mi na oci san !
            *
izadji,na ulicu,
ne boj se vetar nije jak,
i kreni,na nase mesto,
potrazi tajni znak,
            *
i mislis,li na mene,
kao sto mislim na tebe ja,
prilazim,sklapam ti oci,
smejes se,znas da sam to ja,
            *
o,kako je duga noc bez tebe,
o,kako je s tobom divan dan,
o,kako sam tuzan kad te nema,
kad te nemam...
i nece mi na oci san !

Autorska prava   B.Love 

[B.Love]

            'Magle'

Ti si meni otisla s prvim maglama
A bila je jesen rana,zuti listovi,
Kao da si deo sna s jutrom odnela
I ne slecu golubovi vise na moj dlan.
                 *
Odneli te vetrovi,otkidali te
Prve su mi rekle kise - ne trebam ti vise
Kao da su mi sa neba zvezde nestale
Ostala mi prasina,prazna ljustura.
                 *
Ne trebas mi vise,jer si otisla
Kada si mi trebala naj-najvise
Pesme sam ti pisao, u zvezde ime kovao
Cutke stezem pesnice,krv je potekla.
                 *
Tesko me je bolelo,a nisam kao ti
Nisam druge imao,nisam druge voleo,
Pored sto sam izvora zedan prosao
Suva grla ostao,ni kap popio.
                 *
Ja vise necu da cekam ni cas
Jer crni su oblaci iza nas
Trebaju mi tvoje usne
I tvoj glas,i tvoj glas.
                 *   
Ja vise necu da cekam ni tren
Na ono sto je nekad bilo moje
Da mi daju neki znak
Oci tvoje - kad seku mrak !

Autorska prava     B.Love 

[B.Love]

 'STARE VATRE'

Noc je bila hladna
Ja sam mislio o tebi
Zasto stare vatre
Iz pepela nikle ne bi ?
               *
Na nebu se igrale zvezde
Jedna je s'neba pala
Ja nemam s'kim'da se smejem
Ni gde bi'ruke da ugrejem
               *
Zvezde bacaju duge senke na nas
Ako jos ima neceg poslednji je cas
Da odbacimo sve ove trenutke sive
I da stare vatre ponovo ozive
               * 
Al'nase su vatre mrtve
Pepeo leti niz put
A voleo bih da vidim vatru
Da gori jos jedanput
               *
Da opet upalim plamen
Osetim mio sjaj
Da me opet onako ljubis
Pa makar opet dosao kraj.

Autorska prava      B.Love

[B.Love]

Samo polako...

 

Tiho reci,,Volim te''

Al' polako

Uz sapat vetrova

U sumrak letnje noci

Zubor potoka

Kad se otimas od sna...

 

Zauvek bi da ti dam

Al' polako

Deo po deo srca svog

Da budem tvoje jutro

Umesto sunca dan

Da te otpratim u san...

 

U tvome oku seta

Sto krije neki sjaj

Govorili su meni

Ova ljubav nece imat' kraj...


Autorska prava       B.Love

[B.Love]

        'DOKAZ'

Mislio sam da to nije ljubav

Da si samo jedna od mnogih

Da mi samo malo vise znacis

I  da ce sve to proci

Pitao sam se jutrom

Zasto bi ponekad

Doleprsala i prosetala se

Izmaglicama moga sna

Sve do jednog dana

Kada si me pogledala

Obicno kristalno bistrim i plavim

Ovaj put suznim ocima

I dok su ti se usne bezglasno otvarale

Pokusavajuci da mi nesto objasne

Sve mi je postalo tako jasno

I dok ti je kosa skrivala lik

Prvi put u zivotu,onako iskreno

Osetio sam...da te volim !


Autorska prava       B.Love 

[:) hope]

  ma sve čekam da netko drugi pohvali tvoje pjesme pri mene... odlične su ti, pune ljubavi



U PREDVECERJE


Čujem kako srcem dolaziŠ,
u predveČerje,
kad se zemlja sanja
i cijelu te svojom duŠom
u sebe sklanjam.
Cijela grliš moju ravnicu,
a dolinom moga srca,
tamo gdje moje rijeke
toplim rumenilom natapas,
poput cvijeta
u meni ljubavlju izrastaš.
Nista ne ocekujem,
samo šutim, slušam jecaj
tvojih usamljenih ruku
i udaljenom tišinom
otvaram osmjeh.
Nemoj se bojati
svojih uzburkanih misli
nevidljivom ih nadom povedi
jer čitavim spektrom boja
u predvecerje,
dok te mekom zemljom sanjam
osjećam kako u meni
zlatnom svjetlošću
plodne snove pokrećeš.

Zal Kopp

[Skorpija]

Hej, pa mi imamo još jednog pesnika na forumu 

[Њавица]

Na buri

Svu večer na pustom bregu
neko stoji.
Pusti me, majko, da vidim
da li je čovek ili bor.
Pusti me da vidim ko to
svu večer gleda
u nas beli, skromni dvor.
Pusti me, majko, neće me
umoriti hod,
breg je blizu našeg doma.
O, ja osećam da mi je rod
taj čovek ili bor
što svu večer blizu groma
stoji i gleda u naš dvor.

Vidiš li oblak crn,
ogroman, zlokoban brod
nad njim plovi
i smrt nosi?
O, majko, idi,
ti ga bar zovi
neka se skloni u naš dom
taj čovek ili bor
što svu večer stoji i gleda
u naš beli skromni dvor.

Na pustom bregu on je sam
kao dete kad ruke skrsti
nad bolom nekim prvi put.
Pusti me da tanki moji prsti
meta budu burama zlim.
Pusti me, pusti, dobra majko,
tako je potmuo
i zao oblak
što vitla nad njim.

Desanka Maksimović

[B.Love]

Ljubav nije greh

Koliko puta

moram

da ti kazem

da ljubav

nije greh ?

Sad idi !

Nek drugi

glumac 

igra sad

moju rolu.

Ja sada

sav slomljen

odlazim.

Ti

budi srecna

s njim.

A ja

ostajem sam

u svom bolu.


Autorska prava  B.love

[B.Love]

Zalazak Sunca

Obuhvati

Pogledom nebo

Pogledaj

Umire dan...

Sunce

Na zalasku

Crveno

Kad u suton

Tone grad...

Izvini

Sto sam te zavoleo

Znam

Da te iznenadilo

Kad rekoh

Volim te

A nisam smeo

Srce je

Protiv razuma

Radilo

Kad gledas

Zalaz sunca

Sama

Dok polako

U san
 
Tone dan

Ako nekad

Razmislis

O nama

Jos te cekam

Jos sam uvek

Sam...


Autorska prava    B.love

[:) hope]

  opet divne pjesme, B.Love

[Њавица]

OPOMENA


Čuj, reći ću ti svoju tajnu:
ne ostavljaj me nikad samu
kad neko svira.
 
Mogu mi se učiniti
duboke i meke
oči neke
sasvim obične.
 
Može mi se učiniti
da tonem u zvuke,
pa ću ruke
svakom pružiti.
 
Može mi se učiniti
lepo i lako
voleti kratko
za jedan dan.
 
Ili mogu kom reći u tome
času čudesno sjajnu
predragu mi tajnu
koliko te volim.
 
O, ne ostavljaj me nikad samu
kad neko svira.
Učiniće mi se negde u šumi
ponovo sve moje suze teku
kroz samonikle neke česme.
 
Učiniće mi se crn leptir jedan
po teškoj vodi krilom šara
što nekad neko reći mi ne sme.
 
Učiniće mi se negde kroz tamu
neko peva i gorkim cvetom
u neprebolnu ranu srca dira.

O, ne ostavljaj me nikad samu,
nikad samu,
kad neko svira.

Desanka Maksimović

[BOY NAMED SANDOZ]

Semjuel Tejlor Kolridz

Rime of the ancient mariner

Part I

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
`By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

The bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
Mayst hear the merry din.'

He holds him with his skinny hand,
"There was a ship," quoth he.
`Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!'
Eftsoons his hand dropped he.

He holds him with his glittering eye -
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child:
The Mariner hath his will.

The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
He cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

"The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the lighthouse top.

The sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.

Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon -"
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.

The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.

The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

"And now the storm-blast came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And foward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.

And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken -
The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steered us through!

And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white moonshine."

`God save thee, ancient Mariner,
From the fiends that plague thee thus! -
Why look'st thou so?' -"With my crossbow
I shot the Albatross."

[BOY NAMED SANDOZ]

Part II

"The sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariners' hollo!

And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!

Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious sun uprist:
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.

Down dropped the breeze, the sails dropped down,
'Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue, and white.

And some in dreams assured were
Of the Spirit that plagued us so;
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.

And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.

Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung."

[BOY NAMED SANDOZ]

Part III

"There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!
How glazed each weary eye -
When looking westward, I beheld
A something in the sky.

At first it seemed a little speck,
And then it seemed a mist;
It moved and moved, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
And still it neared and neared:
As if it dodged a water-sprite,
It plunged and tacked and veered.

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
We could nor laugh nor wail;
Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
And cried, A sail! a sail!

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
Agape they heard me call:
Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
And all at once their breath drew in,
As they were drinking all.

See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
Hither to work us weal;
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel!

The western wave was all a-flame,
The day was well nigh done!
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright sun;
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the sun.

And straight the sun was flecked with bars,
(Heaven's Mother send us grace!)
As if through a dungeon-grate he peered
With broad and burning face.

Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
How fast she nears and nears!
Are those her sails that glance in the sun,
Like restless gossameres?

Are those her ribs through which the sun
Did peer, as through a grate?
And is that Woman all her crew?
Is that a Death? and are there two?
Is Death that Woman's mate?

Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.

The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice;
`The game is done! I've won! I've won!'
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out:
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper o'er the sea,
Off shot the spectre-bark.

We listened and looked sideways up!
Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
My life-blood seemed to sip!
The stars were dim, and thick the night,
The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white;
From the sails the dew did drip -
Till clomb above the eastern bar
The horned moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.

One after one, by the star-dogged moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.

Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.

The souls did from their bodies fly, -
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul it passed me by,
Like the whizz of my crossbow!"

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