by Alicja Kuberska
Life happened to me.
With a gift of knowing the good with the bad.
I can capture fleeting thoughts
And stop time with a word.
The everyday delights
Bringing great mysteries.
Constant wonder is my lot.
I marvel how green are the leaves
And how many sounds
Are concealed in the throats of birds.
Exceptional chance
To examine the shapes and colors of clouds,
To feel the menace of lightning.
It is a pity to waste any minute
On senseless sorrows.
I have a one-way ticket
Poland
Copyright ©:
Alicja Kuberska
A few random poems:
- Юлия Друнина – В школе
- Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare
- Old People’s Home by W H Auden
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- Tell Me
- At Delphi poem – Alfred Austin
- Николай Языков – А. М. Языкову (Теперь, когда пророчественный дар)
- Attitude: Don Juan in the Shopping Mall by S. K. Kelen
- Вера Павлова – О чем
- The Immigrant
- Вера Павлова – Я дождевой червь
- Dedication To Lady Windsor poem – Alfred Austin
- A Fragment poem – Alfred Austin
- These nights by Manushya Puthiran
- Grow Up: Time to Give Up Your YA Books
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: A Poet’s Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter: The First Instance That Entitled Him To The Venerable Appellation Of Father
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Rankine: Enclosing Some Poems
- Robert Burns: Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine: On His Writing To The Poet, That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him.
- Robert Burns: Ballad On The American War:
- Robert Burns Country: In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer:
- Robert Burns: On My Ever Honoured Father:
- Robert Burns: On My Own Friend And My Father’s Friend, Wm. Muir In Tarbolton Mill:
- Robert Burns: On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton :
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On Wm. Hood, Senr., In Tarbolton:
- Robert Burns: Remorse: Fragment
- Robert Burns: Wha Is That At My Bower-Door:
- Robert Burns: Green Grow The Rashes: A Fragment
- Robert Burns: My Nanie, O:
- Robert Burns: Song Composed In August:
- Robert Burns: The Rigs O’ Barley:
- Robert Burns: I Dream’d I Lay:
- Robert Burns: Poor Mailie’s Elegy:
- Robert Burns: Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author’s Only Pet Yowe., The. An Unco Mournfu’ Tale:
- Robert Burns: John Barleycorn: A Ballad :
- Robert Burns: My Father Was A Farmer:
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
