The body of poetry. N8 - 2009

Futursobranie
Futura-August

Rhyme

Egokubo - «Etude waves»
Sergi Jan Fateev - «Come to the six»
Nat Vesenin - «Foule Sentimentale»
Krispy - «Bezmyslimoe»
Eugene Duhring - «On the platform»
«Восемь» Serega Monakhov - «Eight»
Artem Angelopulo - «Craft»
Borghi - «Russian in today»

 Palindromes

 Maxim Eliseev - «Pereverten»

 BEZRIFMENNYE POEMS (Free verse)

Gabriel Markin - «Sartre»
Batistuta - «In the night understanding»
 Oleg Einar - «Burning»

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 EGOKUBO

 === ETUDE WAVES === 

From the sea shore worried jazz
From the sea shore worried Presley.
The islands are paving the rails
But Mozart will emerald, grumbling

Priboj on the butts in the foam of the waves
On that note rip open parish
But even there, a wave of twisted
Sonata opens flower --
Prozasedalsya rybolovchy Club --
Above Kalami lagoons bee Columbus
And butterfly Bartolomeu.


 CERGY YANG FATEYEV

 === OUT TO SIX ===
Antonio Fernandovichu Hover
http://www.stihi.ru/2009/06/20/3594

Come out to hunt from the burrows and caves,
Do not forget to grab GSM-slings:
We are on the map level similar to acne,
But your weapons - just squint.

Look at the passer-through boxes crack
In those boxes on it - the skins of things
Skinned that the Chinese in the port
Not a round table, he tried to Arthur.

Appear in our city rat-catchers in the cloak
Lubo-expensive to conduct screams soup --
Bloch's poetry we have already too late to wool
But not too late to go to work for six.

We're holding ar or hot in the whisper share
Near the boo zen hover teach dj sample "Cher"
Mean are car dude over pod about sure
Not voyeur or room jingle yet the you're.


NAT VESENIN

=== FOULE SENTIMENTALE ===

"Verse, like yours, in Ineta heap --
She said, which brought the case in ICQ.
I listened to «Foule Sentimenta` le ».
From the mountain spit on this trash.

"And I had on men stishochki
About the dirty sex and after the "L" where the points.
Do you write a poem about me? "--
She asked if emoticon teasing.

I answered her: "You know, Julian,
You - the heroine, but not my novel. "
Play «Foule Sentimentale».
I dreamed about a different time.


 CRISP

=== BEZMYSLIMOE ===

light night rain pensive water
there in the distance thunder flashes in the forest belt
there behind the glass one
who would have waited
at least at a distance of ten
Mpc
I rain
have a certain number of minutes ago
gazed around the entrance to itself
sky through the strainer on top somewhere because
Roof blaze how could lightning leaves fingering
dark dreams of a cat sleeping next to a kotenochih childhood dreams
future of the Universe outside the court
slow recession of each other forgetting stars
on the sidewalk, clutching the hand of yesterday
I do not like getting wet hiding under a canopy
summer rain
how much is it worth the wait
to like this for an hour, he quietly disappeared
once unknown to anyone anywhere
leaving crickets in the dark binding lantern
silence of the sky detail on rare puddles hours
ticking stars probably long since asleep moon
beyond the limits of validity of my band
light blednorastvorennogo now in the night
left quietly warm tea
listening to how someone unknown silent
somewhere far away on the other end
ray ...


EUGENE Duhring

=== On the platform ===

The train left
at eight.
On the platform
stood
a fall.
The September
wind
greeted
passengers
at the chicanery
cars
and stole
summer
memories.


Sergei the Monk

 === EIGHT ===

Here's a simple figure --
figure eight:
tighten
noose around the neck,
and second
aptly cast in the neck fairies
that she
walked side by side
and
fed marmalade
and
telling tales
your head with his hands
gently
hugging, kissing on the lips,
Clubs
cigarette pillar breathed --
what more do you need from life?
nothing.
and I'm about the same,
so take it, she fell --
tumbled on its side and forever became
infinity sign
and
flag of loneliness and fear,
figure eight
is haunted by the sea
is haunted by the wind,
heart is haunted --
crush it with his foot,
but then porhnet under the sky
fairy
and in the hands of my aleyut veins,
blood vessels
i
look at them and weep --
if the wires, and I told them the box.


 ARTEM ANGELOPULO

 === CRAFT ===

I

With you, we continue to battle;
not look into the look, but after glow
with you we are continuing pain
and imponderable suffering.

II

Pen bent and dry
we subordinate list deserted
and leaf, not knowing hands
conceals itself in the words of shame.

III

We subordinate list alarming
embrace expiration and sleep;
Let us between us is unclear,
but we can not be separated.

IV

Rises audio streams Bridge.
We subordinate leaf service;
no spirit, no heart and no brain --
we subordinate thoughts whirling.

V

Unseen bottom earthly
where the sound is coming true any
when the crystal in the winter
from heaven breaks down love ...

VI

Indiscriminate eye,
where - the color and color - where
moves in a circle, because
a circle moving water ...

VII

Oh, voiceless observer! – --
nature of the secret string;
your second party --
silence teacher.

VIII

Moments slow swimmer
brake equal nedvizhenyu --
you himself the Son and the Father
and the Spirit of clear whirling.

IX 

When your
is inhaling and exhaling - entry and exit.
Recognizes only the two of us
Birth earthly whirlwind.

X

Here the window she is.
In the window descends into dive
from the waves wave
and a wave of my tracking

XI

dares to heights of a draft,
but - reckless and misleading --
reputed rumor stale lived,
line indicates the path.

XII

There is a secret from her; is secretly
guessed numbers --
doubly multiplied morning
Saints flour the universe ...

XIII

In the evening rush of stars
is a short-line route;
glow star crowns
comet's fiery tears.

XIV

In our clouds and clouds;
none of their hand
feather their meaning is not worried,
and writing they do not multiply.

XV

In our clouds and clouds;
independence plot
is impossible to have
plot the future somewhere.

XVI

In our clouds and clouds;
we silhouettes of their desires,
height of their experiences,
their knees flashing line

XVII

index had dropped,
shadow of alienation from the Creator,
Running around his birthday and the end,
Running round the silence and prayers ...

XVIII

But before this window air
thaw in the air evening
lag behind, the line otchertit ...

For her, given rest and peace.


BORG

 === IN MODERN RUSSIAN ===

Alas
Where are you up to the Koreans
although northern
even southern!

Where are you up to Hyperborean --
those
solar,
those
blizzard ...


 ================== Palindromes ==================

Maxime ELISSEEV

=== PEREVERTEN ===

Rustle, shadows, delight --
As we ore - Thomen poppy
I climb in rakite adapter,
But the flood crows long

Hunger, donors - blowing background
Moret, Icarus falls into a knot
Stones from, as well as a dope
Grotto of owls - and no, and good ...


 ================== Free verse ==================

GABRIEL MARKIN

=== Sartre ===

old guillotine
descended from the scaffold
and left the Place de Greve
it goes on wet pavement
raw creaking joints
limping

his joints creak just as
He is old and quiet
fill the glass with dentures

hours, he looks out the window --
streets covered banners
gauloises and ashes gauloises
and the sound of the Marseillaise
spinifex sprout through the belly of winter


Batistuta

=== UNDERSTANDING IN THE NIGHT ===

understanding in the night
cicadas
cricket
vine whip --
one
and this
no sound

word
on the daring flight
skinny kitten
with a stone on his knee
until the beginning of hurricane
ruffled feather of dill
trapped in the teeth

psychedelic smile
floating
on ceremonial speech

novel
Nakhichivan chasers
filled silence
on grape kitten
pulsating in the wind


OLEG Einar

 === Burning ===

touching the ceiling of heaven
dropping to the ground drops of consciousness
burning.
emptying and emptying in the twilight of the infinite
drawing a combination of reflections silent stars
burning.
dropping in dazzling emptiness of black
and burning the suddenness of the moment always
I am burning up.