Poetic coffee

October 28, 2017


Cup of coffee, wearing my robe 

and reading poetry from around the globe.

Mornings are calm, nights make waves

Lady Saturday prides in her misbehaves.

She will mess with us, and often even dare, 

to leave us abolutely nowhere.


                                               -Nicole Amore



Get undressed, slowly get undress with a mermaid's grace!

Take it all by yourself one after another , the gentle, small coverings

take them off your flesh timid but sinful.

Is it a sin to look at you,my dear?

Is it not from this eternal love sin, that we all have been born into the world? Is it not from this "sin", so-called, our beginning actually starting?

If it is a sin, then this sin is eternal, immortal, just like your mortal body.

And like mine that loves you, and is trembling, and waiting and that ... Undress!

Undress slowly , to get to see the sin and feel it, in his longing to burn to the end ... In this world, bitter and so gloomy, a sweeter miracle than this I do not know: a woman who gets undressed in the twilight ...

Unwind and shine forever.

                                                                                                               - D.Damianov




The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, 
we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow? 
The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, 
Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light. 
Oh! joy for he who has escaped from this world of perfumes and color! 
For beyond these colors and these perfumes, these are other colors in the heart and the soul. 
Oh! joy for this soul and this heart who have escaped 
the earth of water and clay, 
Although this water and this clay contain the hearth of the 
philosophical stone.






When the crimson rose has faded

And our day at last is done;

In the forest dark and shaded

Blows the tempest, dims the sun.

When the night holds us together

Shall forgiveness mend the past

Will despair bring sunny weather

 And heal our hearts at last?


If we hide within the shadows

Will you stay here close to me;

Will we walk forgotten meadows

Or sail a foreign sea?

In vain the hour must reap

What we gathered in the sun;

And love's harvest now will weep

For the battle never won.