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Na pusto, Dunavo,
Odbačen,
ko gaće:
ribar riđe brade zadoji me pivom!
Taj svet što se rađa,
jednog dana,
znaće
rane koje otkrih
na tom starcu živom.

Riba avanturu završi na žaru.
Ko čovek.
Ko čovek.
Slavan po svojoj gladi.
Bela Ruska lađa uz tugu prastaru,
tegli iz Mađarske benzinske buradi.

Miriše starac na konja, na cvet.
Kutlačom pomaže vatri da čorbu skuva.
Tu se skrasio da okonča let.
O, starče,
neka te šakal iz Kenije cuva!
A bog nek ti kupuje cigare i brašno.
I sapun.
I tamjan.
I mrtvački veš.
Genijalni starče! – biće, proričem, strašno,
kad isus
s neba
siđe
da uzme
tvoj leš.

Neka ti sunce besplatno pere i kuva.
Slavuj nek ti peva umesto gramofona.
Vetar sa severa kroz oči nam duva,
kroz lobanju ko kroz vagon iz Londona.

Koristi nesreću ko čaj, ko energiju.
Prohujali život kao ribarsku mrežu
Tugu kao duvan, voće i rakiju.
Smrt iskoristi kao ravnotežu.

Branislav Petrović
 
Ostavi

Ostavi, ostavi makar svisnuo
Sumnje bolećive teške pokornosti
Preni se, preni se - srce stisnuo,
Tragom potonule gluhe sumornosti.

Dolaze, dolaze tamnim klepetom,
Izvori predrevni večne sanjarije,
Svet nam je, svet nam je stare igrarije
Zanesen vekovnim gluhim trepetom.

Čuješ li, vidiš li tajnih tokova
Gde se rasklapaju grdni bezdani -
Sanjaš li, slušaš li, slatkih sokova
Strahovot lekovit zanos zvezdani.

Stanislav Vinaver
 
Bravo @angely, stihovi su super.
Ja nastavljam sa najvecim ljubiteljem zenske lepote, samoce i sanjarenja

ZALAZAK SUNCA


Jos bakreno nebo raspaljeno sija,
Sva reka krvava od vecernjeg zara;
Jos podmukli pozar kao da izbija
Iz crne sume starih cetinara.
Negde u daljini cuje se da hukti
Vodenicki tocak promuknutim glasom;
Dim i plamen zderu nebo koje bukti,
A vodeno cvece spava nad talasom.

Opet jedno vece...I meni se cini
Da negde daleko, preko triju mora,
Pri zalasku sunca u prvoj tisini,
U blistavoj senci smaragdovih gora-
Bleda, kao ceznja, nepoznata zena,
S krunom i u sjaju, sedi, mislec na me.
Teska je, beskrajna, vecna tuga njena
Na domaku noci, tisine i tame.

Pred vrtovima okean se pruza,
Razlece se modro jato galebova;
Kroz bokore mrtvih docvetalih ruza
Sumori vetar tuznu pesmu snova.
Uprtih zenica prema nebu zlatnom
Dva giganta Sfinksa tu strazare tako,
Dokle ona place; a za morskim platnom,
Iznemoglo sunce zalazi, polako.

I ja, kome ne zna imena ni lica,
Sve sam njene misli ispunio sade.
Vernost se zaklinje s tih hladnih usnica...
Kao smrt su verne ljubavi bez nade!
Vaj, ne recite mi nikad:nije tako,
Ni da moje srce sve to laze sebi,
Jer ja bih tad plako, ja bih vecno plako,
I nikad se vise utesio ne bi'.

Jovan Ducic
 
Zadrhtacu bez sumnje
ako se ikad budemo sreli
u drugome zivotu,
u svetlosti udaljenog sveta.
Zaustavljajuci se,
prepoznacu tvoje oci,
tamne kao jutarnje zvezde,
i znacu da su pripadale
zaboravljenom sumraku
predjasnjeg zivota.
Reci cu:
car tvoj lica nije samo u njemu,
u nju se utkala zarka svetlost
moga pogleda pri susretu
koji se ne pamti,
i moja ljubav joj je dala
tajnu koja se izgubila.

Uvecala si me
svojom ljubavlju,
mene koji sam samo
jedan covek izmedju drugih,
koji plovi obicnim tokom,
pokretan voljom
promenljive milosti sveta.
Dala si mi mesto
tamo gde pesnici svih vremena
donose svoje darove,
gde ljubavnici u ime vecnog
pozdravljaju jedan drugoga kroz stoleca.
Ljudi zurno prolaze ispred mene na trgu -
ne opazajuci kako je moje telo postalo
dragoceno od tvog milovanja,
ne znajuci da u sebi nosimtvoj poljubac
kao sto sunce nosi u svojoj lopti
vatru bozanskog dodira,
kojom sija vecito.

Rabindranath Tagore
(deo pesme Begunica)
 
POSLJE MNOGO LJETA...

Poslje mnogo ljeta ovdje opet stojim;
Lepotica teče isto kao prije,
Nad njom stara vrba još jednako bdije
I visoko šumi vrhovima svojim.

Gdje si? Da l’ se sjećaš ispod grana tije’
Kad gledasmo julsku noć i mjesec sjajni,
Kad nam t’jelo prože slatki oganj tajni
Pa dršćasmo dugo kao breze dvije?

Bog zna gdje si sada i da l’ điviš jošte!
Ali dragi spomen negdanje milošte
Kao mlado sunce svu mu dušu grije,

I ja snova čujem zveket tvojih grivna,
Po licu me tiče tvoja kosa divna,
Dok mjesec kroz vrbu čisto srebro lije...

Aleksa Šantić

P.S. vraticu se Ducicu :)
 
Samo jedan kratki Ducicev citat pa se vracam poeziji:

"Najveci broj ljudi ne znaju sta hoce, a veliki broj ljudi ne znaju koliko mogu.Najredji je slucaj coveka koji zna i sta hoce i koliko moze"

Ducic je znao ista HOCE i koliko MOZE.
 
VRACANJE

Kad mi opet dodjes, ti mi pridji tada,
Ali ne ko zena sto cezne i voli,
Nego kao sestra bratu koji strada.
Trazec mekom rukom mesto gde ga boli.


Puna nostalgije beznadezne, duge,
Ne secaj me nikad da bi mogla doci
Zadocnela radost iz dubine tuge,
Ko ponocno sunce iz dubine noci.


Jer ti ne znas, bedna kroz sve dane duge
Da te voljah mesto ko zna koje zene
U tvom caru ljubljah sav car neke druge...
I ti bese samo sen necije sene...

Ducic
 
Dobro vece svima

POZNANSTVO


Kada je poznah, nebo bese mutno,
Vrti su mreli s bolnim nestrpljenjem;
Jesenje vode sumile zloslutno,
I sve ocajno zurilo za mrenjem.

I mladost moja nije vise znala
Za dane strasti i trzanja njina;
U moju dusu njena sen je pala,
Bleda i hladna, kao mesecina.

Glas njezin bese ko muzika tuge:
I zato misljah, u slusanju mnogom,
Samo na proslost, na jeseni duge,
Na hladna neba, i na tuzna zbogom.

Poljubac njezin bese tih i ledan,
Mramorni poljub; a kosa joj plava
Odisala je setan miris jedan
Bokora ruza koji docvetava.

I mnogo puta, u jutra, bez moci,
Prenem se kao iz olovnih uza:
Ja ne znam sta sam snevao te noci,
Ali mi oci mutne, pune suza.

Jovan Ducic
 
Malo Beckovica(zapostavili smo ga)

Lažne mi puteve

Lažne mi puteve pod noge poturaju.
Lažne mi reči u usta guraju.
Pun mi je život laži pune uši.
Do grla u strašnoj laži što me guši.

Sve što je moje lažni prizvuk ima.
Sve što je moje ko da je od dima.
Laž je podržana lažnim svedocima.
I istina nigde nikog ne zanima.

Kako da izdvojim laž iz tog što dišem.
Kako da ne lažem u tome što dišem.
Kad me lažima kao pticu pune:
Ko i druge laži moja glava trune.
 
U senci šljive vreme stalo tiho,
Bio je plavi septembarski dan
I bledu, mirnu dragu ja sam njiho
U zagrljaju, kao tihi san
Na letnjem nebu ležao je meko
Nad nama oblak. Gledao sam nju.
Bio je beo i mnogo daleko
Taj oblak. Posle nije bio tu.

Dani su prošli, meseci protekli,
Niz reke plovi i dobro i zlo.
možda su ljudi šljive sve posekli,
A pitaš li, da l' beše ljubav to?
Ja ću ti reći: ne sećam se ničeg,
Pa ipak, znam šta misliš, znam to, da,
Al' stvarno više ne znam njeno lice,
Znam samo još: poljubio sam ga.
 
SMIRAJ

Setim se, kako su u ljubavi,
dragi prvi dani.
Kad su ruke tople,
kad se oci slede,
preletajuci one kolutove blede,
oko usana...



Sto drhte, protkani,
mutnom tisinom,
u kojoj su osmeh i tuga pomesani
nesigurno i tamno.



Klatno zvona
tesko i tmurno
u grudi udara me.



Tad se dizem,
i, u mutna oka prozora,
puna sitnih glasova veceri,
sapucem, nesigurno,
i moje ime.

-Milos Crnjanski-
 
Veceras ne mogu ostati do kasno, i zato evo sada malo stihova

Vojislav Ilić
(1862-1894)


Anđeo mira

Noć duboka vlada, i sve živo spava;
Na starome tornju ponoć otkucava.
I u tom času sa grančicom krina,
Anđeo se spusti sa rajskih visina.
Sve pospalo ćuti, niko se ne budi;
Ne vide ga zveri, ne vide ga ljudi.
Al' oseća granje - pa se tiho svija;
Oseća ga lahor - pa tiho čarlija.
I Anđeo Mira, kroz duboku tamu,
Spusti se pred oltar u pustome hramu.
Pa prekrstiv ruke na blažene grudi,
Rujnu zoru čeka da nebom zarudi...
 
Bez domovine

Misao nas jedna ranom zorom budi,
Misao nas jedna celog dana prati,
Misao nam jedna noću tišti grudi:
Da li otac pati?

Briga jedna zorom k'o dželat nas budi,
Briga jedna vaš dan u stopu nas prati,
Briga jedna svu noć nagriza nam grudi:
Je li živa mati?

Žudnja jedna zorom u osvit nas budi,
Žudnja jedna vas dana u srcu skrivena,
Žudnja jedna noću sažiže nam grudi:
Šta li radi žena?

Strah nas jedan zorom ko opelo budi,
Strah jedan nas goni s' pomračenim vidom,
Strah jedan nam noću mržnjom puni grudi:
Sestre su pod stidom?

Bol nas jedan zorom kao truba budi,
Bolom jednim svaka nalita je čaša,
Bolom jednim krišom plaču naše grudi:
Gde su deca naša?

....Samo jedan put će odogovor dati:
Preko reke krvi i mostom lešina
Domu svome stižeš, gde gleda mati
S nevericom sina.

Milutin Bojic
 
Kad bih znao da

Kad bih znao da bih se ponosno držao
Na robijama i pred sudovima:
Žario bih, palio, i sve izdržao
I svemu se odupro golim udovima!

Kad bih znao da bih sto ispod stopala
Sam ćušnuo i sam omču namakao:
Večnosti bi se moja duša dokopala
A moj dželat bi za mnom zaplakao!


Al bojim se da bih počeo da molim
Da plačem, klečim i sve da izdajem,
Da bih sačuvao samo život goli
Na sve da pljunem, na sve da pristanem!


Matija Beckovic
 
Balkanski tango
Ovaj život je san...
Mala kuća kraj rampe... Snop žućkaste lampe... I zalihe tuge...
Nažalost, ružan san...
Ćale notorni smuk... Keva s daskom za luk... Manekeni za jad...

Sve je morao sam...
Prst na orozu lagan... U srcu uragan... I skok preko duge...
Brum šlepera...
I sa dvadeset dve već je imao sve... Nju je video tad:

Lud sam za tobom, pače, ali lud sam ionako...
Tražim te otkako za sebe znam...
Budi moj ortak, mače, nije mi lako
da svu tu silnu lovu razbucam sam...
Nešto sam načuo da sutra možda ne postoji?
Pa bolje da odmah probamo sve...
Za sitan groš kupi me... Razmaži te divlje kupine...

Lud sam za tobom, ali ovo jeste vreme ludih...
I ja ću za nas osedlati strah...
A ti me ljubi do zla... Dok ne izgubim dah...

Ona... Seoski krin...
Noćni bus iz provanse... "Miss Nikakve Šanse"... Tek statista sreće...
Presečen film...
Ćale, prosvetni miš... Keva, izlizan pliš... Sestra ružna ko vrag...

On je bio njen tip...
Prve noći u dvosed... Pa druge na trosed.... A treće... Ih, treće...
Nek puknu svi...
Kad je njen mladi Don spusti pravo na tron... Kao višnju na šlag...

Lud sam za tobom, pače, ali lud sam ionako...

Opet loš deja vu...
Jutro mokro ko ribar... I profi kalibar... Počinilac neznan...
U čitulji...
Pune stranice dve... Mafija... I DB... Složno žale za njim...

Balkanski Tango uvek završi na trotoaru...
Đavo je kredom upisao bod... A ona lagano niz ulicu staru...
Tražeći sponzora punog ko brod...
Dok klatno tašnice u ritmu hoda broji vreme
i dok je merkaju ko sveži but...
U beli prah smrvi dan... I mrmlja refren odnekud znan:

Lud sam za tobom, ali ovo jeste vreme ludih...
Za nas ću noćas osedlati strah...
A ti me ljubi do zla... Dok ne izgubim dah...

Balasevic
 
In the rain Madness

There is such confusion in my mind
To play your illusion is so unkind
I didnt know who you were this afternoon
You said that it didnt matter and I’ll see you soon

Standing here in the rain, Maybe the weather will change again
Change again it’ll stay the bleeding same

How I met you in the first place I’ll never know
But now I think I know you you;re telling me to go
You said you’d be back told me to wait here just incase
But then you never arrived and I’m waiting outside your place

Standing here in the rain, Maybe the weather will change again
Change again it’ll stay the bleeding same

Standing here in the rain, Maybe the weather will change again
Change again it’ll stay the bleeding same

There is such confusion in my mind
To play your illusion is so unkind
I didnt know who you were this afternoon
You said that doesnt matter Ill see you soon

Standing here in the rain, Maybe the weather will change again
Change again it’ll stay the bleeding same
Shame



Inanity over Christmas Madness

Inanity Over Christmas

Hello, everyone out there. This is Carl and the rest of Madness
We’d just like to bring you a bit of Christmas cheer
Please remember to keep a smile on your face till the New Year

Hello, this is Woody. And we’ve got a little song for you. Merry Christmas
1, 2, 3, 4

Hiya, Merry Christmas everyone, Mark here. I’m going to play a bit of bass for you now

Hello, this is Chris, Happy Christmas

Hi, Lee Kix here, filling your stocking
I play sax
But also, I sing at the same time
Baffling, eh?

Well, it’s jingling bells, it’s Christmas time
Santa fetches his sack
Snowdrop glitter falls from the skies
To settle upon each and everyone’s back

Chimney sweeps take to the streets
In the ongoing situation
Pages freeze upon your pension book
And up flies the flag of inflation

And all this time I’ll be waiting up by the chimney stack
On this coldest year since brrrr, up above upon a reindeer’s back

Stop off at the Rock of Gibraltar
Tea under the {indecipherable} of Malta
Wrap up warmer in Warsaw
Cruise over the flats of Alaska

And all this time I’ll be waiting up by the chimney stack
On this coldest year since brrrr, up above upon a reindeer’s back

I hope you’ve enjoyed this song so far. This is Suggs, and now I am going to take it away
OK, lads, let’s close it together

And all this time I’ll be waiting up by the chimney stack
On this coldest year since brrrr, up above upon a reindeer’s back

OK, quiet everybody. This should go on here
Er, help me with those baggy {indecipherable}, there

Oooh
Oooh

“You’ll never take me alive, copper”
“Look, reindeer, don’t be silly, just come on down”
“I’m going to get that conny to ma”
“Don’t waste anymore, sit down this is holding the pace up”
“Shove it, copper, I stick a grapefruit in your face”
“You what? You’re out of a bloody job now come on down again”
“Nothing’s going to stop us singing, copper, even if I have got to come down and tell you myself, and stick it in your face”
“I’m going to send in the troops if you don’t come down”“
“We’re going to keep singing in every home in the nation”
“Do whatever you want to do. What? That’s it!
“You stupid flatfoot, you’ll never take me alive. I’m on top of the world, boy”

Up above the chimney stack, by the chimney

{indecipherable}, Chris, quieten down over there, will you, I’m trying to get a message across, you know
I’m going to change the world overnight, yeah

Thank you

Thank you



It must be love Madness

I never thought I’d miss you
Half as much as I do
And I never thought I’d feel this way
The way I feel
About you
As soon as I wake up
Every night, every day
I know that it’s you I need
To take the blues away

It must be love, love, love
It must be love, love, love
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best

How can it be that we can
Say so much without words?
Bless you and bless me
Bless the bees
And the birds
I’ve got to be near you
Every night, every day
I couldn’t be happy
Any other way

It must be love, love, love
It must be love, love, love
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best

As soon as I wake up
Every night, every day
I know that it’s you I need
To take the blues away

It must be love, love, love
It must be love, love, love
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best

It must be love, love, love...
 
Metallica - The black album (Metallica)
The Unforgiven


New blood joins this earth
and quikly he's subdued
through constant pain disgrace
the young boy learns their rules

with time the child draws in
this whipping boy done wrong
deprived of all his thoughts
the young man struggles on and on he's known
a vow unto his own
that never from this day
his will they'll take away

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub thee unforgiven

they dedicate their lives
to running all of his
he tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
this fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
the old man then prepares
to die regretfully
that old man here is me

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub the unforgiven

you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub the unforgiven
 
JOHNNY CASH lyrics - "Rusty Cage"


www.OldieLyrics.com



You wired me awake
And hit me with a hand of broken nails
You tied my lead and pulled my chain
To watch my blood begin to boil

But I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Too cold to start a fire
I'm burning diesel, burning dinosaur bones
I'll take the river down to still water
And ride a pack of dogs

I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run

Hits like a Phillips head Into my brain
It's gonna be too dark
To sleep again Cutting my teeth on bars
And rusty chains,
I'm gonna break my Rusty cage and run

When the forest burns
Along the road Like God's eyes In my headlights
When the dogs are looking
For their bones
And it's raining icepicks
On your steel shore

I'm gonna break
I'm gonna break my
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run

A Boy Named Sue

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name
 
Fino, nije lose

miris nje rm točak

ko dodir svile šumi glas
plav i snežan miris nje

rumen njenih obraza
miris njenih ramena
kao iz nemih filmova
milog toplog pogleda

ko dodir svile šumi glas
plav i snežan miris nje

smeštene čari u dečji lik
večni simbol na grudima
to je za oči pojava
lep trenutak prisustva

ko dodir svile šumi glas
plav i snežan miris nje

sitan pomer bokova
s one strane razuma
ako je dodir moguć tad
srce žudi bez razloga

ko dodir svile šumi glas
plav i snežan miris nje

igra kratkih pogleda
slike u mašti prave trag
sve što čini lepo je
sve što ćuti tačno je

ko dodir svile šumi glas
plav i snežan miris nje

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