The
game of loneliness
As a raining March
Run fast
The white sheets of my life
Each chapter a missed opportunity
Always the last
The best
Every beginning, a program never respected,
And every time I find myself
Prisoner among four walls
Sentenced like a Shadow,
to live a life
already lived!
II
But I go ahead
striving to forget my past
my errors, my
mocking ghosts
trying to leave them behind.
And in my solitude
Their game is easy!
Hereafter
the lights in the sky He set
Doing
the moon and the sun for night and day,
And
other signs and stars in dose correct,
for
making years and seasons going away,
For
the Most High is much more than perfect
And
furthermore of this I cannot say!
About
this seventh stanza therefore
I
will not tell you nothing anymore!
“Fly
off all birds”- said God- “freely in the air
And
splash in to the sea any kind of fish;
Graze
lambs, calves and livestock everywhere
In
grassy lawns that will never languish;
Grow
up any reptiles fair and unfair,
living
beings either monstrous or polish!”
After
the earth had all animals found
God
said to them to multiply around.
And
finally God said: - “ Let’s make the man
In
our image and likeness, every
And
each animal to lead on command!”
After
doing that He rested quietly.
Henceforward,
after six days, on the land
men,
on the seventh, stay steady Godly,
being
it consecrated for prairie and rest,
Both
the last hours and also the first!
But
the Creation was not yet complete
Still
being missed the breath of the Animator
Who
into a giant can transform a bit!
Waters
from earth going up by Creator
To
mist all over the ground were admit
So
could mould the man God the Great Factor
and
by that divine blow the man was made
though
lonely however, he sadly stayed.
2. to be continued...
The Poem of
Creation
Prologue
I sing the God
Almighty’s Creation
Whereof were
firstly born Adam and Eve
former seed of any
human Nation
at the time they
could only conceive
the joyfulness
with no desperation
In the Eden still
so far to receive
The challenge of
that infernal snake
Who wanted to be a
godlike fake!
I also sing about
the brave men strays,
Straight
descendents from that chosen race,
who such in boldly
and daring ways
Isr’eli people to
holy surface
They led of
Palestine. Hates, loves betray’ls
I don't omit, on
fortune and disgrace:
those between God
and men, tribes and kingdoms ;
and I sing laws ,
exiles and wars into my songs.
long and full of
traps my composition,
That plenty of
fear I feel into my heart,
if only I dare to think
myself on action,
and tremble with
my hand before I start
The Old and
the New Holy Narration!
My Fairy God, You
Firmament’s Creator
Allow me to
become a keen narrator!
From Genesis’ to
Apocalypse’s book
please drive my
hand between rhymes and accents
to enable
jointly with my mind, to hook
the most
significant, deep, true sentiments
in order they can
take a fairly look
of those seventy
three, pious components!
If someone goes to
Source for sweeter tasting
all my
efforts for sure I won’t be wasting!
The World’s
Creation
At the beginning
God created the sky
And the earth,
which was shapeless and desert
And darkness
cover’d the abysses close by;
But on the waters,
with divine, expert
Zeal, God
established that obscurity
Had to be opened
to the bright alert!
God, seeing that
it was good, called Day the light.
And the darkness
instead was named Night.
Then beneath the waters,
the firmament
set God, and
between them, b’low, the dry land
He also set,
whither at same moment,
To any bud and
tree He gave command
From seed to be
produc’d for nourishment
Of any species, in
ground, soil or sand!
After He had named
sky, earth and sea
To following duty
God had to begin.
1. to be continued...
