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  • Я НЕ ЛЮБЛЮ (Владимир Высоцкий)
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Я не люблю фатального исхода,
От жизни никогда не устаю.
Я не люблю любое время года,
Когда весёлых песен не пою.

Я не люблю холодного цинизма,
В восторженность не верю, и ещё -
Когда чужой мои читает письма,
Заглядывая мне через плечо.

Я не люблю, когда - наполовину,
Или когда прервали разговор.
Я не люблю, когда стреляют в спину,
Я также против выстрелов в упор.

Я ненавижу сплетни в виде версий,
Червей сомненья, почестей иглу,
Или - когда все время против шерсти,
или когда железом по стеклу.

Я не люблю уверенности сытой, -
Уж лучше пусть откажут тормоза.
Досадно мне, что слово *честь* забыто
И что в чести наветы за глаза.

Когда я вижу сломанные крылья -
Нет жалости во мне, и неспроста:
Я не люблю насилье и бессилье, -
Вот только жаль распятого Христа.

Я не люблю себя, когда я трушу,
Досадно мне, когда невинных бьют.
Я не люблю, когда мне лезут в душу,
Тем более - когда в неё плюют.

Я не люблю манежи и арены:
На них мильон меняют по рублю.
Пусть впереди большие перемены -
Я это никогда не полюблю!
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  • Я НЕ ЛЮБЛЮ (Владимир Высоцкий)
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    Я не люблю фатального исхода,
    От жизни никогда не устаю.
    Я не люблю любое время года,
    Когда весёлых песен не пою.

    Я не люблю холодного цинизма,
    В восторженность не верю, и ещё -
    Когда чужой мои читает письма,
    Заглядывая мне через плечо.

    Я не люблю, когда - наполовину,
    Или когда прервали разговор.
    Я не люблю, когда стреляют в спину,
    Я также против выстрелов в упор.

    Я ненавижу сплетни в виде версий,
    Червей сомненья, почестей иглу,
    Или - когда все время против шерсти,
    или когда железом по стеклу.

    Я не люблю уверенности сытой, -
    Уж лучше пусть откажут тормоза.
    Досадно мне, что слово *честь* забыто
    И что в чести наветы за глаза.

    Когда я вижу сломанные крылья -
    Нет жалости во мне, и неспроста:
    Я не люблю насилье и бессилье, -
    Вот только жаль распятого Христа.

    Я не люблю себя, когда я трушу,
    Досадно мне, когда невинных бьют.
    Я не люблю, когда мне лезут в душу,
    Тем более - когда в неё плюют.

    Я не люблю манежи и арены:
    На них мильон меняют по рублю.
    Пусть впереди большие перемены -
    Я это никогда не полюблю!



    #poems #poem #poetry #prose #paint #poetrycommunity #writing #instapoetry #writerscommunity #poenoftheday #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #wordgasm #poetsociety #igpoet #typewriter #creativewriting #emotions #mywords #fellings #thought #creative #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #art #spilledink
  • 8 0 20 minutes ago
  • Join us Sunday, September 29th at @vancouverpubliclibrary for @wordvancouver where EVENT Editor #ShashiBhat, Poetry Editor #JoanneArnott, & authors #WaydeCompton and #JJLee host ‘Approaches to Revision’— “To revise is to “see again”. But where do you start when revising a piece of creative writing? How do you know when you’re finished? What are the stages of the revision process? How do you incorporate editorial feedback? Aimed at writers of all levels and genres, this one will discuss strategies, exercises, and personal experiences with revision.”
  • Join us Sunday, September 29th at @vancouverpubliclibrary for @wordvancouver where EVENT Editor #ShashiBhat , Poetry Editor #JoanneArnott , & authors #WaydeCompton and #JJLee host ‘Approaches to Revision’— “To revise is to “see again”. But where do you start when revising a piece of creative writing? How do you know when you’re finished? What are the stages of the revision process? How do you incorporate editorial feedback? Aimed at writers of all levels and genres, this one will discuss strategies, exercises, and personal experiences with revision.”
  • 1 1 29 minutes ago
  • Many a time, I find myself caught between a rock and a hard place, thinking about how alarmingly precarious our societal set up is. I feel like everything is a chaotic concoction of lunacy, which when practiced by the majority, is automatically perceived as normal and if not, it is mercilessly disparaged.

Inspite of spending hours and hours contemplating on the basic foundations of setting up the standards, I find it agitating that I lose track very often and end up back in square one, before I even get the chance to proceed to square 2. Who sets the societal norms? Why is it set the way it is? 
I understand the concept of generation gap just as well as anyone else does. But my question is, while today's generation is constantly complaining about the adults who have an entirely different perception of life than us, what happens to the one person who was born in the wrong generation? While the majority fight for what they want to establish, there might be a handful who are contented with how the things are and traumatised by the idea of it changing. However, voicing their opinion will clearly result in their expulsion from the zeitgeist. Thus when the upcoming generation lauds the concept of perpetual and pervasive tolerance, dont you think that they will show signs of intolerance when they realise that one of them is not as proactive as the others?

#writing #words #prose #writtenwords #wordlove #society
  • Many a time, I find myself caught between a rock and a hard place, thinking about how alarmingly precarious our societal set up is. I feel like everything is a chaotic concoction of lunacy, which when practiced by the majority, is automatically perceived as normal and if not, it is mercilessly disparaged.

    Inspite of spending hours and hours contemplating on the basic foundations of setting up the standards, I find it agitating that I lose track very often and end up back in square one, before I even get the chance to proceed to square 2. Who sets the societal norms? Why is it set the way it is?
    I understand the concept of generation gap just as well as anyone else does. But my question is, while today's generation is constantly complaining about the adults who have an entirely different perception of life than us, what happens to the one person who was born in the wrong generation? While the majority fight for what they want to establish, there might be a handful who are contented with how the things are and traumatised by the idea of it changing. However, voicing their opinion will clearly result in their expulsion from the zeitgeist. Thus when the upcoming generation lauds the concept of perpetual and pervasive tolerance, dont you think that they will show signs of intolerance when they realise that one of them is not as proactive as the others?

    #writing #words #prose #writtenwords #wordlove #society
  • 1 0 30 minutes ago
  • M I D S U M M M M M E R 
Missing my fellow fairie stunt//dance unit and this show a little extra today. This was so much fun and W O W can we just point out how amazing NKU's Costume department is?? This by far was my fav costume I wore for any show. Thanks for the mems!! And Memes!! 🧚‍♂️🧚‍♀️🧞‍♂️🧟‍♀️✌✌ #Midsummer #Shakespeare #Actor #Dream #Moon #Stunt #Combat #Acrobat #Verse #Breathe #Prose #2017
  • M I D S U M M M M M E R
    Missing my fellow fairie stunt//dance unit and this show a little extra today. This was so much fun and W O W can we just point out how amazing NKU's Costume department is?? This by far was my fav costume I wore for any show. Thanks for the mems!! And Memes!! 🧚‍♂️🧚‍♀️🧞‍♂️🧟‍♀️✌✌ #Midsummer #Shakespeare #Actor #Dream #Moon #Stunt #Combat #Acrobat #Verse #Breathe #Prose #2017
  • 20 5 33 minutes ago
  • Get your game face on. As an #artist and #writer I have always loved experimenting with how the written word can become almost sculptural. #newwriting #wordart
  • Get your game face on. As an #artist and #writer I have always loved experimenting with how the written word can become almost sculptural. #newwriting #wordart
  • 7 1 44 minutes ago
  • A rainbow made of fears
Taste just like tears
My aching heart 
I must depart 
My ears bleeding 
Paranoia feeding 
My mind a bunker 
Feel like I blunder

This is the first poem I’ve wrote for quite a while. Many of my close friends already know I suffer with bouts of depression frequently which can be a struggle. It makes me not want to write, play guitar, work or look after myself. Talk to people when things get bad. You will find your mind feels like a prison when at your lowest. Through the hardship I realised I like writing which helped me turn to poetry that I share with you guys. 
#poet #poem #poetry #instapoet #instapoetry #instapoem #prose #depression #aspergers #paranoia #thingswillgetbetter #notfeelingit #imout #curevirginitynow
  • A rainbow made of fears
    Taste just like tears
    My aching heart
    I must depart
    My ears bleeding
    Paranoia feeding
    My mind a bunker
    Feel like I blunder

    This is the first poem I’ve wrote for quite a while. Many of my close friends already know I suffer with bouts of depression frequently which can be a struggle. It makes me not want to write, play guitar, work or look after myself. Talk to people when things get bad. You will find your mind feels like a prison when at your lowest. Through the hardship I realised I like writing which helped me turn to poetry that I share with you guys.
    #poet #poem #poetry #instapoet #instapoetry #instapoem #prose #depression #aspergers #paranoia #thingswillgetbetter #notfeelingit #imout #curevirginitynow
  • 3 0 46 minutes ago
  • "The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion

Nothing in the world is single; 
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If she disdained her brother

And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth 
If thou kiss not me?"
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"My spirit turns toward you
A valley in the storm
I can hear your song of sorrow,
In violet colours warm

In the the color of the flowers
I see the color of your face
And in the light I see your beauty
And your eternal grace

My heart is no more mine;
Know it now belongs to you
The dark clouds bring romance between
Thee, my love, and me

Oh! fill me up with love
And my tear drops shall be stars
And let me play thy gentle rhapsody
And sway inside thy dance

Blessed are the innocents-
Who trust and believe
Blessed are the angels
Who safely sing and weep

All the wonders of the world;
Mysterious and true-
I bless the scene,
I bless the universe,
I bless the day I found you!

Oh welcome mister tunnel:
All is not what it seems
My dreams are only poems-
My poems are your dreams

Every whisper of the wind
Is like a song that here I've sung
Every truth that I have fallen through
Is like the rising sun"
- Lyrics to Song: Love's Philosophy By Asher Quinn
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#lovesphilosophy #asherquinn #percybyssheshelley
#poetry #prose #river #mountains #love #nature #himalayas #heartspace #beloved #prayer #beauty #songsoflove #songofsorrow #storm #grace #beauty #landscape #oflove #existence #timeless #truth #inseparable #divinelaw #loveistheonlyprayer #surrender #soul
  • "The fountains mingle with the river
    And the rivers with the ocean
    The winds of heaven mix for ever
    With a sweet emotion

    Nothing in the world is single; 
    All things by a law divine
    In one spirit meet and mingle
    Why not I with thine?

    See the mountains kiss high heaven
    And the waves clasp one another;
    No sister-flower would be forgiven
    If she disdained her brother

    And the sunlight clasps the earth
    And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
    What is all this sweet work worth 
    If thou kiss not me?"
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    "My spirit turns toward you
    A valley in the storm
    I can hear your song of sorrow,
    In violet colours warm

    In the the color of the flowers
    I see the color of your face
    And in the light I see your beauty
    And your eternal grace

    My heart is no more mine;
    Know it now belongs to you
    The dark clouds bring romance between
    Thee, my love, and me

    Oh! fill me up with love
    And my tear drops shall be stars
    And let me play thy gentle rhapsody
    And sway inside thy dance

    Blessed are the innocents-
    Who trust and believe
    Blessed are the angels
    Who safely sing and weep

    All the wonders of the world;
    Mysterious and true-
    I bless the scene,
    I bless the universe,
    I bless the day I found you!

    Oh welcome mister tunnel:
    All is not what it seems
    My dreams are only poems-
    My poems are your dreams

    Every whisper of the wind
    Is like a song that here I've sung
    Every truth that I have fallen through
    Is like the rising sun"
    - Lyrics to Song: Love's Philosophy By Asher Quinn
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    #lovesphilosophy #asherquinn #percybyssheshelley
    #poetry #prose #river #mountains #love #nature #himalayas #heartspace #beloved #prayer #beauty #songsoflove #songofsorrow #storm #grace #beauty #landscape #oflove #existence #timeless #truth #inseparable #divinelaw #loveistheonlyprayer #surrender #soul
  • 53 0 2 hours ago
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There’s nothing more valiant than realizing you’re all that you need.  What kind of circumstances did you face that forced you to realize your strength? Mine was when my mother died. I was only five.
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I purged my last strength 
inside the haven of these fists 
But it’s too indelible
how much more fractured  I feel 
than mended 
after fighting
for the honor  of my grief 
Yet there it was 
a glistening reflection 
on the glass window 
stained by strokes of moonlight 
an effigy
birthed by 
a thousand broken silhouettes
It was her
draped in both victory and gore
from all the loves that left 
and the many hopes  that failed 
I’ve always wanted to be a warrior 
but I’ve been “her” all along
I’ve gone through the trouble 
just to dream 
when all I had to do 
was open my eyes 
Elle Bor
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    There’s nothing more valiant than realizing you’re all that you need. What kind of circumstances did you face that forced you to realize your strength? Mine was when my mother died. I was only five.
    ************************************************************
    I purged my last strength
    inside the haven of these fists
    But it’s too indelible
    how much more fractured I feel
    than mended
    after fighting
    for the honor of my grief
    Yet there it was
    a glistening reflection
    on the glass window
    stained by strokes of moonlight
    an effigy
    birthed by
    a thousand broken silhouettes
    It was her
    draped in both victory and gore
    from all the loves that left
    and the many hopes that failed
    I’ve always wanted to be a warrior
    but I’ve been “her” all along
    I’ve gone through the trouble
    just to dream
    when all I had to do
    was open my eyes
    Elle Bor
  • 159 51 30 August, 2019
  • HAVE YOU EVER FELT THE WEIGHT OF A PERSON’S HEART, THE ONE WHO’S ALREADY TOO LATE?
************************************************************ There’s an ordinary way 
the sunlight gathers 
around your  shadow 
And yet every beam 
would know how to melt 
into the clefts of your skin
where a hollow has been nurtured 
by my absence 
And I always fight it,
the urge to come out
of hiding 
To pull the thorns 
that you’ve given home to
from an eternity 
of being on your  knees
But I fear 
that I may not know 
how to stop the bleeding 
It’s uncanny 
how vast this earth is
and still 
you never fail
to find yourself 
back in the memory 
of this bog
As if our pain
draws affinity to its equal 
Everyone else 
runs to this place 
for a taste of freedom
among the wildflowers 
But you,
You come for the grave beneath them
hoping to revive the part of me
that you lost here

And more often than not, I let you... Elle Bor
  • HAVE YOU EVER FELT THE WEIGHT OF A PERSON’S HEART, THE ONE WHO’S ALREADY TOO LATE?
    ************************************************************ There’s an ordinary way
    the sunlight gathers
    around your shadow
    And yet every beam
    would know how to melt
    into the clefts of your skin
    where a hollow has been nurtured
    by my absence
    And I always fight it,
    the urge to come out
    of hiding
    To pull the thorns
    that you’ve given home to
    from an eternity
    of being on your knees
    But I fear
    that I may not know
    how to stop the bleeding
    It’s uncanny
    how vast this earth is
    and still
    you never fail
    to find yourself
    back in the memory
    of this bog
    As if our pain
    draws affinity to its equal
    Everyone else
    runs to this place
    for a taste of freedom
    among the wildflowers
    But you,
    You come for the grave beneath them
    hoping to revive the part of me
    that you lost here

    And more often than not, I let you... Elle Bor
  • 183 44 19 August, 2019
  • IS THERE ANYTHING  TRAGIC YET BEAUTIFUL?
************************************************************ In the end,
the triumph of our love 
is held in the eternity 
of two heats 
that are impossible to extinguish 
But we will remain just that,
a fire in a cage...
Elle Bor
  • IS THERE ANYTHING TRAGIC YET BEAUTIFUL?
    ************************************************************ In the end,
    the triumph of our love
    is held in the eternity
    of two heats
    that are impossible to extinguish
    But we will remain just that,
    a fire in a cage...
    Elle Bor
  • 241 25 6 August, 2019
  • #written during #battle by an #Americansoldier in #Vietnam. Given to @ravizacharias
Poem Below: 👇
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Lord God, I have never spoken to you,
but now I want to say how do you do?

You see God they told me you didn't exist, 
and like a fool I believed all this.

Last night from a shell hole I saw your sky,
I figured right then they had told me a lie.

Had I take time to see the things you made,
I would have known they weren't calling 
a spade a spade.

I wonder God if you'll take my hand,
somehow I feel that you'll understand.

Funny how I had come to this hellish place,
before I had time to see your face.

I guess there really isn't much more to say,
but I'm sure glad God that I met you today.

I guess zero hour will soon be here,
But I'm not afraid since I know you're near.

The signal, well God I'll have to go,
I like you lots, I want you to know.

Look now this will be a horrible fight,
who knows I may come to your house tonight.

Though I wasn't friendly to you before,
I wonder God if you'd wait at your door.

Look I'm crying, I'm shedding tears,
I'll have to go now, God, goodbye.
Strange now since I met you,
I'm not afraid to die
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#inGodwetrust
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  • #written  during  #battle  by an  #Americansoldier in  #Vietnam . Given to @ravizacharias
    Poem Below: 👇
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    Lord God, I have never spoken to you,
    but now I want to say how do you do?

    You see God they told me you didn't exist, 
    and like a fool I believed all this.

    Last night from a shell hole I saw your sky,
    I figured right then they had told me a lie.

    Had I take time to see the things you made,
    I would have known they weren't calling 
    a spade a spade.

    I wonder God if you'll take my hand,
    somehow I feel that you'll understand.

    Funny how I had come to this hellish place,
    before I had time to see your face.

    I guess there really isn't much more to say,
    but I'm sure glad God that I met you today.

    I guess zero hour will soon be here,
    But I'm not afraid since I know you're near.

    The signal, well God I'll have to go,
    I like you lots, I want you to know.

    Look now this will be a horrible fight,
    who knows I may come to your house tonight.

    Though I wasn't friendly to you before,
    I wonder God if you'd wait at your door.

    Look I'm crying, I'm shedding tears,
    I'll have to go now, God, goodbye.
    Strange now since I met you,
    I'm not afraid to die
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    #inGodwetrust
    Art_culturalpoetica
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  • 28 0 4 June, 2019