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Black Mirror Unseen

ring-a-ring-a-pose
mirrors fit to prose
on a spider’s web
like a scarlet deb
pay to play your tricks
for kicks on broomsticks
like witches of old
now bitches of gold
undead and unborn
you relive the scorn
Devil’s tears are cried
when angels are fried
replace them instead
with a pumpkin head
candles lit inside
make black eyes turn wide
feed on Mara’s seeds
redo all your deeds  
walk along the path
wage your futile wrath
mirrors come unseen
howl for Halloween

Black Mirror Unseen ring-a-ring-a-pose mirrors fit to prose on a spider’s web like a scarlet deb pay to play your tricks for kicks on broomsticks like witches of old now bitches of gold undead and unborn you relive the scorn Devil’s tears are cried when angels are fried replace them instead with a pumpkin head candles lit inside make black eyes turn wide feed on Mara’s seeds redo all your deeds   walk along the path wage your futile wrath mirrors come unseen howl for Halloween #wordsmithpoem #poems #wordsmith #wordsmithpoetry #mirror #blackmirror #Halloween #insideworld #darkness #light #sillysong #slightlymad #poet #poetsofinstagram #songwriter #poetrywriting #wordsarespells

Kdo bo sklatil tvojo zvezdo?
 
Nevarna je tvoja iskrenost.
Nevarna si, ker ne veš, kaj bi.
Pustila si votlino, srčno zapuščino,
ki zdaj vse duše lovi.
 
Si nesreča, ki se rada zgodi,
črepinja na plaži, ko sprehajam se bos.
Zaupala si mi vse temne plati,
a za las jim nisem bil kos.
 
Kdo bo sklatil tvojo zvezdo?
S kom delila boš svoj svet?
Kdo bo sklatil tvojo zvezdo?
Za koga čuvaš zdaj svoj cvet?
 
Kradla si, ko želel sem imetje.
Snovala osveto čez celo osvetje.
Prosil sem te, in ti si lagala,
da blizu si bova ostala.
 
Zdaj v globine drvim.
Zdaj spomine lovim,
zanje ne iščem več rim.
Šel na pot sem čisto do tja,
kjer veter tvoje ime šepeta,
pod drevesom se nama sreča
še vedno jasno smehlja.
O ne, ne drznem si te objeti,
odprla si vrata, ne znam jih zapreti.
 
Ne glej nazaj, ne obračaj glave,
ne glej nazaj, cigansko srce,
ne glej nazaj, ne obračaj se spet,
ne glej nazaj, moj večni nemir,
prosim te, duša, samo ne v mojo smer.
 
Kdo bo sklatil tvojo zvezdo?
S kom delila boš svoj svet?
Kdo okušal poljube morske,
namesto mene te prišel imet?
Kdo bo sklatil tvojo zvezdo?
Kdo uspel tvoj oklep bo snet?

☆Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses - U2

Kdo bo sklatil tvojo zvezdo?   Nevarna je tvoja iskrenost. Nevarna si, ker ne veš, kaj bi. Pustila si votlino, srčno zapuščino, ki zdaj vse duše lovi.   Si nesreča, ki se rada zgodi, črepinja na plaži, ko sprehajam se bos. Zaupala si mi vse temne plati, a za las jim nisem bil kos.   Kdo bo sklatil tvojo zvezdo? S kom delila boš svoj svet? Kdo bo sklatil tvojo zvezdo? Za koga čuvaš zdaj svoj cvet?   Kradla si, ko želel sem imetje. Snovala osveto čez celo osvetje. Prosil sem te, in ti si lagala, da blizu si bova ostala.   Zdaj v globine drvim. Zdaj spomine lovim, zanje ne iščem več rim. Šel na pot sem čisto do tja, kjer veter tvoje ime šepeta, pod drevesom se nama sreča še vedno jasno smehlja. O ne, ne drznem si te objeti, odprla si vrata, ne znam jih zapreti.   Ne glej nazaj, ne obračaj glave, ne glej nazaj, cigansko srce, ne glej nazaj, ne obračaj se spet, ne glej nazaj, moj večni nemir, prosim te, duša, samo ne v mojo smer.   Kdo bo sklatil tvojo zvezdo? S kom delila boš svoj svet? Kdo okušal poljube morske, namesto mene te prišel imet? Kdo bo sklatil tvojo zvezdo? Kdo uspel tvoj oklep bo snet? ☆Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses - U2 #wordsmithpoem #lovesong #wordsmithpoetry #pesem #priredba #prevod #poet #translation #u2 #wildhorses #zvezde #starrysky #stars #nightsky #sadsongs #slovenian #kdo #poezija #ljubezenskiverzi

We Kind of Lit the Fire
 
The Truman Show, Green Day
vagina is vajayjay
scroll specific
Walter White, coffee on the go
Paul McCartney, polymyxin  
home bakers, Joy Division,
North Korea, Sunni Shia
beards and sourdough
Carlsberg, dot com
Ricky’s gay, roadside bomb
Orlando, Clinton’s lie
Maggie Thatcher, Stephen Fry
solar power, vaccine
England’s got the same queen
Pavarotti, porn for zloty
Covid cough, Family Guy
 
[Chorus]
We kind of lit the fire
now it’s always burning
as the world keeps turning
We kind of lit the fire
yes, we did ignite it
don’t know how to fight it
 
Two George Bushes, Brad Pitt
Lady Di and shiny shit
Tony Blair, Pamela’s pair
crappy indie rock
Vietnam, ‘yes, we can’
fake news, burning man
9-11, towers fall, buying crypto stock
Jordan, Mr Bean
Moon’s become a trampoline
photo captions, Only Fans
Michael Jackson, Live Aid bands
random cities listed here, e-paper, Top Gear,
plastic waste, Greta’s face,
ending of the human race?
... 
SpaceX, Tinder sex
Netflix and Google specs
Putin’s in, Castro’s dead
Osama got shot in the head
Golf Wars, rising waters,
red cap Trump supporters
CSI homicide
Robin Williams’ suicide
BlackLivesMatter, Mars trips,
stem cells, duck lips
touchscreen phones, Hawking,
Facebook's for stalking,
MeToo, Jesus freaks,
Guantanamo, WikiLeaks,
prescription drugs, no Mir,
Russians in the Crimea 
…
Life of Pi, pharma,
dreamers in the Dharma
blockchain, dark web, Amazon invasion
Pokémon catching games, CIA, covert aims,
Zoomer gen vapist
Bill Cosby is a rapist
Young Pope, old hacks, the Church still isn’t paying tax
Prince and Bowie passed away
is Keith Richards here to stay?
…
Open plan and back pain
Taliban are back again
clickbait, vegan diets
heavy weight, race riots
Israel and Palestine
pink gin, orange wine
Another ban on Iran
Saigon’s in Afghanistan
VR glasses, IG hoes,
Big Brother TV shows
refugees in the seas
Jair is busy chopping trees
pending now is climate war
heating air, a cooling core,
only thing I know for sure
not our playground anymore!

[Outro]
We kind of lit the fire
…

*A parody on Billy Joel's We Didn't Start the Fire*

We Kind of Lit the Fire   The Truman Show, Green Day vagina is vajayjay scroll specific Walter White, coffee on the go Paul McCartney, polymyxin   home bakers, Joy Division, North Korea, Sunni Shia beards and sourdough Carlsberg, dot com Ricky’s gay, roadside bomb Orlando, Clinton’s lie Maggie Thatcher, Stephen Fry solar power, vaccine England’s got the same queen Pavarotti, porn for zloty Covid cough, Family Guy   [Chorus] We kind of lit the fire now it’s always burning as the world keeps turning We kind of lit the fire yes, we did ignite it don’t know how to fight it   Two George Bushes, Brad Pitt Lady Di and shiny shit Tony Blair, Pamela’s pair crappy indie rock Vietnam, ‘yes, we can’ fake news, burning man 9-11, towers fall, buying crypto stock Jordan, Mr Bean Moon’s become a trampoline photo captions, Only Fans Michael Jackson, Live Aid bands random cities listed here, e-paper, Top Gear, plastic waste, Greta’s face, ending of the human race? ...  SpaceX, Tinder sex Netflix and Google specs Putin’s in, Castro’s dead Osama got shot in the head Golf Wars, rising waters, red cap Trump supporters CSI homicide Robin Williams’ suicide BlackLivesMatter, Mars trips, stem cells, duck lips touchscreen phones, Hawking, Facebook's for stalking, MeToo, Jesus freaks, Guantanamo, WikiLeaks, prescription drugs, no Mir, Russians in the Crimea … Life of Pi, pharma, dreamers in the Dharma blockchain, dark web, Amazon invasion Pokémon catching games, CIA, covert aims, Zoomer gen vapist Bill Cosby is a rapist Young Pope, old hacks, the Church still isn’t paying tax Prince and Bowie passed away is Keith Richards here to stay? … Open plan and back pain Taliban are back again clickbait, vegan diets heavy weight, race riots Israel and Palestine pink gin, orange wine Another ban on Iran Saigon’s in Afghanistan VR glasses, IG hoes, Big Brother TV shows refugees in the seas Jair is busy chopping trees pending now is climate war heating air, a cooling core, only thing I know for sure not our playground anymore! [Outro] We kind of lit the fire … *A parody on Billy Joel's We Didn't Start the Fire* #wordsmithpoem #songwriting #song #parody #poet #wedidntstartthefire #billyjoel

 
AFGHANISTAN - a vicious circle

(mind the rap)

Not a place to be, you see,
though I hear it’s rather nice,
well, maybe weatherwise, 
nah, that too will not suffice,
but the countryside’s okay,
unless you’re caught there 
being female, the wrong tribe or gay,
then they’ll slot you straight away.
The Greeks and Sikhs stayed for weeks, 
the Mongols, Mughals, Persians,
they all had their invasion versions,
the Russians, Brits and Yanks,
the fat cats with bulky banks, 
but the local boys aren’t up for pranks,
blood money, honey, there’s the fuel,
they all had a go, then had to go,
rocky chaos is set to rule. 
Kabul was swinging way back when,
the only swinging will now be done by
women, kids and men. Again. 
Spend trillions and more on war,
then buzz off before the gore –
a lovely slogan for evermore. 
Call it progress, evolution, 
I call it historic humanlike delusion.
They invaded, paraded, got constipated,
with no shit left to hit the fan,
out of the pan into the fire, man,
I’d be a liar if I said they can
ever cease, live in peace, 
while faith is there to perverse,
cart it off in a hearse or worse,
burn Western trinkets at the stake,
then take and fake for god's sake,
while selling whores in iPad stores. 
But there’s no Bill left to push,
no burning Bush, Obama your momma,
- no one cares, it’s not theirs - 
no dump for Trump, the orange lump,
no gap to widen in the name of Biden,
so grow a beard for the disappeared,
they droned, shot, they interfered, 
now it’s time to sit back, relax,
watch Bezos not pay tax,
do paintjobs on Cadillacs,
observe the shitstorm blow
out of control for a generation or so,
before the Chinese sneeze, geez Louise, 
then we’ll have another show.

AFGHANISTAN - a vicious circle (mind the rap) Not a place to be, you see, though I hear it’s rather nice, well, maybe weatherwise, nah, that too will not suffice, but the countryside’s okay, unless you’re caught there being female, the wrong tribe or gay, then they’ll slot you straight away. The Greeks and Sikhs stayed for weeks, the Mongols, Mughals, Persians, they all had their invasion versions, the Russians, Brits and Yanks, the fat cats with bulky banks, but the local boys aren’t up for pranks, blood money, honey, there’s the fuel, they all had a go, then had to go, rocky chaos is set to rule. Kabul was swinging way back when, the only swinging will now be done by women, kids and men. Again. Spend trillions and more on war, then buzz off before the gore – a lovely slogan for evermore. Call it progress, evolution, I call it historic humanlike delusion. They invaded, paraded, got constipated, with no shit left to hit the fan, out of the pan into the fire, man, I’d be a liar if I said they can ever cease, live in peace, while faith is there to perverse, cart it off in a hearse or worse, burn Western trinkets at the stake, then take and fake for god's sake, while selling whores in iPad stores. But there’s no Bill left to push, no burning Bush, Obama your momma, - no one cares, it’s not theirs - no dump for Trump, the orange lump, no gap to widen in the name of Biden, so grow a beard for the disappeared, they droned, shot, they interfered, now it’s time to sit back, relax, watch Bezos not pay tax, do paintjobs on Cadillacs, observe the shitstorm blow out of control for a generation or so, before the Chinese sneeze, geez Louise, then we’ll have another show. #wordsmithpoem #poetry #poetryrap #poet #war #suffering #samsara #afghanistan #gruesome #neverending #delusions 📷@skynews

What saucery is this?
- Duje 

Am I green with envy, green from too much seafood and oxidation, or am I simply green? 

Am I cold as steel or hot as steel? 

Do I provide the perfect target for shitting birds or a fun photo op for passers-by? 

Am I contemplating living or dying or pointing out a sea urchin? 

Am I sitting on the dock of a bay wasting time or am I living on the edge? 

Am I grounded or stuck? 

These are the questions. 

▪︎hvarism▪︎

What saucery is this? - Duje Am I green with envy, green from too much seafood and oxidation, or am I simply green? Am I cold as steel or hot as steel? Do I provide the perfect target for shitting birds or a fun photo op for passers-by? Am I contemplating living or dying or pointing out a sea urchin? Am I sitting on the dock of a bay wasting time or am I living on the edge? Am I grounded or stuck? These are the questions. ▪︎hvarism▪︎ #wordsmithpoem #wordsmith #poetry #poem #hvarism #hvar #hvartown #hvarisland #island #islandlife #dock #seafront #seaside #riva #adriatic #croatia #duje #statue #Art #sunshine #sun #sunset #salt #thinking #Birthday

 
Mega Floaters 

Super toys for super humans.
Super big, super slick, super sick.
A tiny blue marble in the middle of a pitch black void of unfathomable vastness.
That's where we live.
And yet, the level of our comfort within this existence varries tremendously. 
Turns out, however, my reality is much closer to that of the super tanned, super rich super twat on display on the gold rimmed super deck of his 150K-a-week floating super dick. 
I might not have sex servants in bikinis, copious amounts of Peruvian flake and a chopper to fly it all in, nor do I possess the smuggest among smug smiles proclaiming to the world: Look at me, I am success incarnate! - but still, I have more in common with this superman than I do with something like 95% of the world's population. Give or take.
A trully horrific notion.  
Our race is being run backwards.
He must be edgy though.
Constantly striving to maintain the life of a demigod must be a massive burden. 
I wonder if he'll ever unlock the secret of how to do the island stride properly? 
Probably not this time round.
Poor bastard.

▪︎hvarism▪︎

Mega Floaters Super toys for super humans. Super big, super slick, super sick. A tiny blue marble in the middle of a pitch black void of unfathomable vastness. That's where we live. And yet, the level of our comfort within this existence varries tremendously. Turns out, however, my reality is much closer to that of the super tanned, super rich super twat on display on the gold rimmed super deck of his 150K-a-week floating super dick. I might not have sex servants in bikinis, copious amounts of Peruvian flake and a chopper to fly it all in, nor do I possess the smuggest among smug smiles proclaiming to the world: Look at me, I am success incarnate! - but still, I have more in common with this superman than I do with something like 95% of the world's population. Give or take. A trully horrific notion.  Our race is being run backwards. He must be edgy though. Constantly striving to maintain the life of a demigod must be a massive burden. I wonder if he'll ever unlock the secret of how to do the island stride properly? Probably not this time round. Poor bastard. ▪︎hvarism▪︎ #wordsmithpoem #poetrygram #poetry #poem #wordsmith #poet #hvarism #hvar #hvartown #hvarisland #croatia #seaside #superyacht #bigboat #sea #bigproblem #samsara #island #islandlife #poetsofinstagram

Past's Palm at Sunset

Bar, beer, sunset.
Splashing sounds of lapping waves tapping the pier.
Then, without warning,
through the shimmering, broken light,
she holds out her pale hand.
The bay is transformed into a portal,
her chilling fingers intertwine with mine.
The throat tightens, the chest burns.
A million sights are projected 
on the darkened sky,
where the first stars twinkle
and taste like saltwater kisses.
Fingers slip apart,
the bay returns,
the sun has set.
I lick my lips -
sea and gratitude.

▪︎hvarism▪︎

Past's Palm at Sunset Bar, beer, sunset. Splashing sounds of lapping waves tapping the pier. Then, without warning, through the shimmering, broken light, she holds out her pale hand. The bay is transformed into a portal, her chilling fingers intertwine with mine. The throat tightens, the chest burns. A million sights are projected on the darkened sky, where the first stars twinkle and taste like saltwater kisses. Fingers slip apart, the bay returns, the sun has set. I lick my lips - sea and gratitude. ▪︎hvarism▪︎ #wordsmith #wordsmithpoem #poet #hvarism #hvarcroatia #hvar #hvarisland #sunsets #SunsetPhotography #sea #sky #skyphotography #timetravel #evening #boats #trees #poem

A Timeless Play

Built in 1612, 
you saw empires come and go.
So much drama within your walls.
Outside, in the tiny marina,
primative boats rocked about,
while a Greek tragety unfolded inside.
Now we watch football on a telly
perched up against your wall. 
Imagine that.

▪︎hvarism▪︎

A Timeless Play Built in 1612, you saw empires come and go. So much drama within your walls. Outside, in the tiny marina, primative boats rocked about, while a Greek tragety unfolded inside. Now we watch football on a telly perched up against your wall. Imagine that. ▪︎hvarism▪︎ #wordsmithpoem #poetry #poem #hvarism #hvartown #hvar #hvarcroatia #hvarisland #historicaltheatre #theatre #play #sea #historic #history #england #denmark #football #mainsquare #marina #boats #tourism #writer

The Naked Truth 

We were born nude,
we should swim nude.
Swimwear is either a fashion statement
or prejudice against the human body.
Why is nudity fine on the internet
and on paintings,
but expelled from most beaches?
Everyone masturbates-
though rarely to paintings -
and both porn and art 
are probably explored 
by puritan posers,
aber Freikörperkultur ist verboten.
Are these introvert and extrovert additions,
fantastically useful in life yet somehow shun within certain contexts, so dangerous, so vile, that we have to cover them up? 
Society, you be weird.

▪︎hvarism▪︎

The Naked Truth We were born nude, we should swim nude. Swimwear is either a fashion statement or prejudice against the human body. Why is nudity fine on the internet and on paintings, but expelled from most beaches? Everyone masturbates- though rarely to paintings - and both porn and art are probably explored by puritan posers, aber Freikörperkultur ist verboten. Are these introvert and extrovert additions, fantastically useful in life yet somehow shun within certain contexts, so dangerous, so vile, that we have to cover them up? Society, you be weird. ▪︎hvarism▪︎ #wordsmithpoem #poet #writer #hvarism #nudity #fkk #jerolim #hvar #hvartown #nakedness #naturalist #naturalism #jerolim

 
Monday Mooding –

Nine am.
Rise. Piss. Flush. Brush. 
Backpack packed. Blinds Down. Door locked.
Loco Bar. Loco folk. Fuerte coffee.
Notebook down. Pen down. Gaze up.
Wobbling cheeks. Sunburnt freaks. Sweat streaks.
Ciggy lit. Words writ. Waitress tipped.
Easy-breezy Island Stride. To the beach.
Boats. Plants. Birds. Sky.
Tree spot? Free spot! On the beach.
Sunscreen? Applied and trusted.
Surroundings? Observed, admired, appreciated.
Towel out. Book out. Spliff out.
Towel on rock. Book on towel. Spliff in mouth.
Light. Inhale. Sit. Repeat.
Bodies few. Wind some. Waves plenty.
Dive. Backstroke. Drift. Sunstroke.
Exit sea. Enter beach. Dry in sun.
Hat on. Sunspecs on. Off mode on.
Start reading book. Get idea. Stop reading book.
Open notebook. Forget idea. Close notebook.
Pick up book. Influencer chicks’ photoshoot.
Put down book. Remember idea. Write.
Sip of water. Bite to eat. Time to kip.
Sudden noise. Recognize noise. Water scooter.
Semi-conscious. Semi-annoyed. Semi-erect.
Second swim. Second dry. Second smoke.
Clouds move in. I move out.
Easy-breezy Island Stride. Back home.
Shit. Shave. Shower.
Fresh clothes on body. Fresh wine in body.
Town square. Sea food. Wine.
Change location. Stick to wine.
People-watch. People-meet. Swich to G&T.
Stick to G&T. Add people. Change location.
No serious moonlight. But let’s dance.
Live music. Live hustle. Live bustle.
Switch to water. Walk to pier. Reflect.
Strip to full monty. Dive in sea. Sober up.
Sit on pier. Watch stars naked. Leave pier.
Carry shoes. Carry clothes. Up the hill.
Fall on bed. Get idea. Fade away. 
One twenty-eight am. 

▪︎hvarism▪︎

Monday Mooding – Nine am. Rise. Piss. Flush. Brush. Backpack packed. Blinds Down. Door locked. Loco Bar. Loco folk. Fuerte coffee. Notebook down. Pen down. Gaze up. Wobbling cheeks. Sunburnt freaks. Sweat streaks. Ciggy lit. Words writ. Waitress tipped. Easy-breezy Island Stride. To the beach. Boats. Plants. Birds. Sky. Tree spot? Free spot! On the beach. Sunscreen? Applied and trusted. Surroundings? Observed, admired, appreciated. Towel out. Book out. Spliff out. Towel on rock. Book on towel. Spliff in mouth. Light. Inhale. Sit. Repeat. Bodies few. Wind some. Waves plenty. Dive. Backstroke. Drift. Sunstroke. Exit sea. Enter beach. Dry in sun. Hat on. Sunspecs on. Off mode on. Start reading book. Get idea. Stop reading book. Open notebook. Forget idea. Close notebook. Pick up book. Influencer chicks’ photoshoot. Put down book. Remember idea. Write. Sip of water. Bite to eat. Time to kip. Sudden noise. Recognize noise. Water scooter. Semi-conscious. Semi-annoyed. Semi-erect. Second swim. Second dry. Second smoke. Clouds move in. I move out. Easy-breezy Island Stride. Back home. Shit. Shave. Shower. Fresh clothes on body. Fresh wine in body. Town square. Sea food. Wine. Change location. Stick to wine. People-watch. People-meet. Swich to G&T. Stick to G&T. Add people. Change location. No serious moonlight. But let’s dance. Live music. Live hustle. Live bustle. Switch to water. Walk to pier. Reflect. Strip to full monty. Dive in sea. Sober up. Sit on pier. Watch stars naked. Leave pier. Carry shoes. Carry clothes. Up the hill. Fall on bed. Get idea. Fade away.  One twenty-eight am. ▪︎hvarism▪︎ #wordsmithpoem #wordsmith #poet #hvarism #monday #hvar #day #daydiary #poem #island #hvartown #hvarcroatia #croatia #islandlife #holiday #writer #holidaymode #holidaymood #writinglife #writerscommunity #poetsofinstagram #seaside #winelover #Swim #read

Reading Stories 

The view is grand from where I stand,
wavy waves of glistening blue,
I stare before I dare to dive
into the stories, fresh and new.
Faces of different races,
loving life at tourist paces,
this time, I'm a lazy tourist, too.
Eating out and strolling about
the cobblestone streets; up, then down,
resting, retesting my homely Hvar Town.
A day tripper, superyacht skipper,
a South African of Siberian descent,
she's cute, an exotic fruit, en route
to Greece to meet her Cretan man,
for her crew, boohoo, less fun
in the sun, their shift has just begun.
A gay couple from the US,
detest a dress parading past,
it turns out they know the girl,
louder than the skirt she twirls,
first time here, they find it queer,
that the Adriatic keeps such pearls.
Now on the beach, so out of reach,
a Bosnian beauty turns to chat,
I'm sure it's not my scruffy hat,
all work, no play at a local bar,
studies, plans, she's heading far,
young, twenty-one, her duty calls,
at least one of us had the balls
to strike a seafront conversation.
Off to catch a football match,
I meet a bloke from an island nation,
a cocky git, a Cockney Brit,
well lit, and jolly happy to sit
next to a Slav who speaks like him,
England won, the day is done,
let's greet tomorrow's whim.

▪︎hvarism▪︎

Reading Stories The view is grand from where I stand, wavy waves of glistening blue, I stare before I dare to dive into the stories, fresh and new. Faces of different races, loving life at tourist paces, this time, I'm a lazy tourist, too. Eating out and strolling about the cobblestone streets; up, then down, resting, retesting my homely Hvar Town. A day tripper, superyacht skipper, a South African of Siberian descent, she's cute, an exotic fruit, en route to Greece to meet her Cretan man, for her crew, boohoo, less fun in the sun, their shift has just begun. A gay couple from the US, detest a dress parading past, it turns out they know the girl, louder than the skirt she twirls, first time here, they find it queer, that the Adriatic keeps such pearls. Now on the beach, so out of reach, a Bosnian beauty turns to chat, I'm sure it's not my scruffy hat, all work, no play at a local bar, studies, plans, she's heading far, young, twenty-one, her duty calls, at least one of us had the balls to strike a seafront conversation. Off to catch a football match, I meet a bloke from an island nation, a cocky git, a Cockney Brit, well lit, and jolly happy to sit next to a Slav who speaks like him, England won, the day is done, let's greet tomorrow's whim. ▪︎hvarism▪︎ #wordsmithpoem #wordsmith #poetry #poetsofinstagram #song #hvarism #hvartown #hvar #islandlife #hvarisland #people #stories #adriatic #holiday #homeisland #sea #summer #summervibes #view #seaside #croatia

Diary of a Tipsy Kid 

There's a Peter Pan inside each one of us. 
Last night, like hundreds of nights before, mine came in the form of a clown from the Rock'n'Roll Circus who gets off on abusing my body and mind at a club till early morn. 
Carpe Diem. How appropriate.
In all these years of hvarism I've never been.
It's on an island off an island.
Youngsters of all nationalities. 
Locals hitting on tourist chicks,
tourist chicks hitting right back. 
A colourful bunch of party animals. 
"Životinjsko carstvo", one might say. 
I'm too young for this shit. 
There are peaches on beaches to taste and bays to explore and books to read and other holidayish things to do. 
Pop goes the bottle. 
The noise on the square is just so inviting.

▪︎hvarism▪︎

Diary of a Tipsy Kid There's a Peter Pan inside each one of us. Last night, like hundreds of nights before, mine came in the form of a clown from the Rock'n'Roll Circus who gets off on abusing my body and mind at a club till early morn. Carpe Diem. How appropriate. In all these years of hvarism I've never been. It's on an island off an island. Youngsters of all nationalities. Locals hitting on tourist chicks, tourist chicks hitting right back. A colourful bunch of party animals. "Životinjsko carstvo", one might say. I'm too young for this shit. There are peaches on beaches to taste and bays to explore and books to read and other holidayish things to do. Pop goes the bottle. The noise on the square is just so inviting. ▪︎hvarism▪︎ #wordsmithpoem #wordsmith #poet #poetry #hvar #carpediem #poetsofinstagram #islandlife #island #nightclub #International #taxiboat #clubbing #sky #boats #pakleniislands #nightlife #Party #taxiboat #skyphotography

Bring in the Yanks 

"Not nearly enough Americans," 
utters my local acquaintance, whose family owns my favourite bar and people watching spot.
It's not something you hear many Europeans confessing since Slick Willy Billy was in the White Houe.
"Polite, inquisitive, good spenders, even better tippers, and they don't smash things up like those fucking English."
Tourists from my fatherland are dodgy, true, but what is far more damaged and damaging is THE crisis, we both agree. 
"Livelihoods are disappearing," adds his girlfriend, who happens to share the name of a lass I knew 20 years ago on a differnt Dalmatian Island. But that's another story. This one is about my lovely Hvaronians narrowly scraping by. Sneaky Ms Corona and her bent power-driven human minioins have done the isle in something proper.
Tragic. Worrying. Familiar.
"Jebiga, i ovo će proći," we all agree, not exploring the subject any further. 
Today, as the sun scorches the town square and coffee lifts my eyelids, I hear a loud, high-pitched voice proclaim in the distance:
"Hey guys, we should totally check out that place!"
The jolly visitor from across the pond is pointing to the oldest theatre in this part of the Adriatic, his gang of fellow newcomers are game.
Welcome, dear economy boosters: learn, enjoy and tip like hell. 

▪︎hvarism▪︎

Bring in the Yanks "Not nearly enough Americans," utters my local acquaintance, whose family owns my favourite bar and people watching spot. It's not something you hear many Europeans confessing since Slick Willy Billy was in the White Houe. "Polite, inquisitive, good spenders, even better tippers, and they don't smash things up like those fucking English." Tourists from my fatherland are dodgy, true, but what is far more damaged and damaging is THE crisis, we both agree. "Livelihoods are disappearing," adds his girlfriend, who happens to share the name of a lass I knew 20 years ago on a differnt Dalmatian Island. But that's another story. This one is about my lovely Hvaronians narrowly scraping by. Sneaky Ms Corona and her bent power-driven human minioins have done the isle in something proper. Tragic. Worrying. Familiar. "Jebiga, i ovo će proći," we all agree, not exploring the subject any further. Today, as the sun scorches the town square and coffee lifts my eyelids, I hear a loud, high-pitched voice proclaim in the distance: "Hey guys, we should totally check out that place!" The jolly visitor from across the pond is pointing to the oldest theatre in this part of the Adriatic, his gang of fellow newcomers are game. Welcome, dear economy boosters: learn, enjoy and tip like hell. ▪︎hvarism▪︎ #wordsmithpoem #wordsmith #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poets #hvarism #hvartown #hvar #tourism #americans #islandhvar #square #theatre #life

 
You Never Forget the Isalnd Stride 

I don't think I ever left. 
A year fused together somehow;
a glitch in the matrix and spacetime skipped a beat. 
What a year it has been. 
The ferry hit that bay, my head hit the rocks. Bam! It's like coming home.
Bitter sweet. Minus a symphony. 
Hello, lavish promenade, you used to be my daily grocery route and evening stroll.
Grinning by the time the old familiar seafront pathway graces my presence, I sit, get very friendly with a mule from Moscow, and breathe in the salty nostalgia. 
And here come the Beatles:
"There are places I'll remember,
all my life..."

▪︎hvarism▪︎

You Never Forget the Isalnd Stride I don't think I ever left. A year fused together somehow; a glitch in the matrix and spacetime skipped a beat. What a year it has been. The ferry hit that bay, my head hit the rocks. Bam! It's like coming home. Bitter sweet. Minus a symphony. Hello, lavish promenade, you used to be my daily grocery route and evening stroll. Grinning by the time the old familiar seafront pathway graces my presence, I sit, get very friendly with a mule from Moscow, and breathe in the salty nostalgia. And here come the Beatles: "There are places I'll remember, all my life..." ▪︎hvarism▪︎ #wordsmithpoem #wordsmith #wordsmithpoetry #hvarism #hvar #islandlife #islandhvar #croatia #dalmatia #poem #poet #seaside #memories #sea #hvartown #streetpoetry #writer

Have a Go

 
Gasping for that last breath,
as the ghastliest sensation
makes its way down the back
of your tongue, and you feel
feelings fade; first the eyes,
then smells, the touch goes black,
then there’s weightlessness around
your bones, and your chest erupts
to release what is left of … you.
 
Uncountable are the combinations
of ideas and emotions to that last
choke, that final spasm, before the
sleep of sleeps takes over, a dream,
not set apparat from the world of
real, the unfamiliar realm is born.
So how much are worth:
laughs, winks, tables, jets, books,
places, houses, friends, trousers,
swordfish, adjectives, soup, buses,
climaxes, borders, clowns, stars,
fears, chips, talks, peals, stains,
history, paintings, stitches, dirt,
noise, tomatoes, televisions,
armadillos, mornings, drops...?
 
Nothing.
Void of meaning.
A fraction’s vacuum is left for
your fake self to be missed by
the zombies of rotting, attention-
seeking co-beings. Except there,
right there, in the centre of it all,
is an ounce of lesser non-peace.
 
So give, just give, give it all,
leave behind a few grains
for those left
to follow home.

Go on,
have a go
before you go.

Have a Go   Gasping for that last breath, as the ghastliest sensation makes its way down the back of your tongue, and you feel feelings fade; first the eyes, then smells, the touch goes black, then there’s weightlessness around your bones, and your chest erupts to release what is left of … you.   Uncountable are the combinations of ideas and emotions to that last choke, that final spasm, before the sleep of sleeps takes over, a dream, not set apparat from the world of real, the unfamiliar realm is born. So how much are worth: laughs, winks, tables, jets, books, places, houses, friends, trousers, swordfish, adjectives, soup, buses, climaxes, borders, clowns, stars, fears, chips, talks, peals, stains, history, paintings, stitches, dirt, noise, tomatoes, televisions, armadillos, mornings, drops...?   Nothing. Void of meaning. A fraction’s vacuum is left for your fake self to be missed by the zombies of rotting, attention- seeking co-beings. Except there, right there, in the centre of it all, is an ounce of lesser non-peace.   So give, just give, give it all, leave behind a few grains for those left to follow home. Go on, have a go before you go. #wordsmithpoem #poetry #poet #poets #poem #words #death #mortality #bardo #impermanence #pass #meaning #none #void #present #lustforlife #life #living #emptiness #grasp #goon #go #enter #leave #desert #tree #sky #space #self #noself

Hickory, Dickory, Don't. 

Time does not fly when you're busy.
Time does not fly when you're having fun.
Time does not speed up with age. 
Time does not slow down with speed.
Time is never money.
Time is always and never of the essence. 
Time does not tick.
Time cannot be borrowed or killed.
Time waits for everyone.
Time waits for no one.
Time does not heal all wounds.
Time is not on your side.
Time does not care.

Hickory, Dickory, Don't. Time does not fly when you're busy. Time does not fly when you're having fun. Time does not speed up with age. Time does not slow down with speed. Time is never money. Time is always and never of the essence. Time does not tick. Time cannot be borrowed or killed. Time waits for everyone. Time waits for no one. Time does not heal all wounds. Time is not on your side. Time does not care. #wordsmithpoem #wordsmith #wordsmithpoetry #poetrylovers #poetry #poet #Writing #writer #poestsofinstagram #song #timepass #time #timetravel #clock #timewaitsfornoone #ticktock #tick #hand #numbers #dontcare

Polténost sanj o tebi
 
Začelo se je s poljubom.
 
Tako se začne in konča mnogo začetkov in koncev.
V sanjah najin začetek še traja in se vedno znova inkarnira malo nižje od tvojega popka.
 
Še nižje.
Še malo nižje.
Tam.
Prav tam, kjer si najbolj nežna in občutljiva.
Tam jezik kot ledenik spolzi in razcepi gladka hribčka, ki varujeta tvojo ženskost.
Tam, kjer je izvor vsega človeštva, tvojega poželenja in moje ješčnosti.
 
Počasi se dviga navzgor po dolini, katero vztrajno poplavlja tvoje hotenje.
Med vzponom se brbončice napijejo z okusom tebe in poženejo konico jezika kot raketo proti zvezdam.
 
Vrh, ki je bil prav tako deležen južnega orkana, je postal otok, ki ga jezik išče, najde, in zavzame.
 
Z močnimi sunki udriha po tem sečišču ekstaze in žgečkljive nenasitnosti.
Zaletava se, objema, draži, skoraj nasilno te izziva.
Ko je meja presežena, ko je vsega že preveč, se pridružijo tvoji prsti in zaplešejo z jezikom.
 
Ta pa naenkrat zapusti tvoj cvet in tik pred vrhuncem vanj prodre celotna moškost grških bogov. Ves moj alfa se globoko dotakne tvoje omege: Odprite nebeške duri, korenjaki!
 
In pride ti.
 
Prihajaš in prihajaš.
Valovi presežejo vse bregove, in čeprav se zaradi vrtoglave opojnosti tvoj bit želi upreti nadaljevanju sunkov, jih tvoje telo, zasvojeno z željo po neobvladljivem, hoče, potrebuje, zahteva.
 
Porušijo se jezovi.
Nocoj bo tvoj tempelj odprt za čaščenje vsega neopisljivo lepega, neobsegljivo krepkega in nepotešljivo mamljivega.  
 
Ritem pa se je začel.
Razbil bo tišino noči in le zora naj pozdravi silhueti najinih združenih teles.

Slikar / artist: @bbklondon

Polténost sanj o tebi   Začelo se je s poljubom.   Tako se začne in konča mnogo začetkov in koncev. V sanjah najin začetek še traja in se vedno znova inkarnira malo nižje od tvojega popka.   Še nižje. Še malo nižje. Tam. Prav tam, kjer si najbolj nežna in občutljiva. Tam jezik kot ledenik spolzi in razcepi gladka hribčka, ki varujeta tvojo ženskost. Tam, kjer je izvor vsega človeštva, tvojega poželenja in moje ješčnosti.   Počasi se dviga navzgor po dolini, katero vztrajno poplavlja tvoje hotenje. Med vzponom se brbončice napijejo z okusom tebe in poženejo konico jezika kot raketo proti zvezdam.   Vrh, ki je bil prav tako deležen južnega orkana, je postal otok, ki ga jezik išče, najde, in zavzame.   Z močnimi sunki udriha po tem sečišču ekstaze in žgečkljive nenasitnosti. Zaletava se, objema, draži, skoraj nasilno te izziva. Ko je meja presežena, ko je vsega že preveč, se pridružijo tvoji prsti in zaplešejo z jezikom.   Ta pa naenkrat zapusti tvoj cvet in tik pred vrhuncem vanj prodre celotna moškost grških bogov. Ves moj alfa se globoko dotakne tvoje omege: Odprite nebeške duri, korenjaki!   In pride ti.   Prihajaš in prihajaš. Valovi presežejo vse bregove, in čeprav se zaradi vrtoglave opojnosti tvoj bit želi upreti nadaljevanju sunkov, jih tvoje telo, zasvojeno z željo po neobvladljivem, hoče, potrebuje, zahteva.   Porušijo se jezovi. Nocoj bo tvoj tempelj odprt za čaščenje vsega neopisljivo lepega, neobsegljivo krepkega in nepotešljivo mamljivega.     Ritem pa se je začel. Razbil bo tišino noči in le zora naj pozdravi silhueti najinih združenih teles. Slikar / artist: @bbklondon #wordsmithpoem #eroticism #eroticpoetry #erotika #poetry #poezija #pesem #cunniligus #Art #woman #slovene #pesem #slovensko #slovenskapesem #colours #explosion #orgasmic #lovesong #sexy #sexysong #poetsofinstagram #writer #goingdown #tongue #lust #lovepoetry #painter #Painting

 
Goo the Fudge is Alice
 
Alice never fell down the rabbit hole,
she just took on the most peculiar role.
In Hyde Park, a tweedy trip before dark,
the girl decided to go for a stroll.
 
Along clambered a strange sod named Carroll,
draped in gruesomely ghastly apparel.
He offered her tea spiked with LSD,
she drank enough to fill a barrel.
 
Alice was rocking first back and then fro,
her hands, now enormous, started to glow.
While rising high, the Queen skipped on by,
selling Cheshires with whiskers to go.
 
Hippy-di-hop came a bunny in white,
and asked the young lass to pass him a light.
Now playing cards with the Royal Guards,
Alice sure gave the poor creature a fright.
 
While willing the trees to turn back to red,
she got an odd craving for ginger bread.
Her trip was a thriller with no caterpillar,
so she chatted up lampposts instead.
 
When Alice crawled back home in the morn,
she felt quite tattered and tired and torn.
Hearing some clatter, mad as a hatter,
a deluded Duke was there mowing her lawn.

Goo the Fudge is Alice   Alice never fell down the rabbit hole, she just took on the most peculiar role. In Hyde Park, a tweedy trip before dark, the girl decided to go for a stroll.   Along clambered a strange sod named Carroll, draped in gruesomely ghastly apparel. He offered her tea spiked with LSD, she drank enough to fill a barrel.   Alice was rocking first back and then fro, her hands, now enormous, started to glow. While rising high, the Queen skipped on by, selling Cheshires with whiskers to go.   Hippy-di-hop came a bunny in white, and asked the young lass to pass him a light. Now playing cards with the Royal Guards, Alice sure gave the poor creature a fright.   While willing the trees to turn back to red, she got an odd craving for ginger bread. Her trip was a thriller with no caterpillar, so she chatted up lampposts instead.   When Alice crawled back home in the morn, she felt quite tattered and tired and torn. Hearing some clatter, mad as a hatter, a deluded Duke was there mowing her lawn. #wordsmithpoem #wordsmith #poet #poersofinstagram #writer #poetry #alice #madhatter #mad #aliceinwonderland #hat #goofy #trip #hydepark #Queen #poem #queenelizabeth #duke #bw #blackandwhite #selfie #strange #rabbit #colours #sillysong #rediculousness #sillypoem

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