Do not despair baby

Do not despair baby

Do not despair baby
I am by your side and always will be
God trying hard to take you in his kingdom
I will put a fight ,unleashing mighty weapon,Love
It is too early to put up a white flag,yielding to his power
He is testing ,how deep the bond between us
Time and time again,we conquered many heights
This is just one more of them to mount

I cried rivers last few days
Amazing ,thought I 'm unable press the salty water
The inundating stream comes by itself
I should be strong and so do you for me
Not giving up ,the hope is wandering around
Whatever time is left for us to be together
We should spend in joy ,laughter , pleasure
Tickling the ivories on each other bodies
The our souls butterflies gathering nectar
From honey flowers kisses

by Margaret Gudkov
art by T.Rut

Remember poem

Remember poem

Remember baby poem
One you wrote for me last crux of time
Straightforward affirmation of the love
Care not it is not the sonnet of Shakespeare

No one attempted ever to inscribe
Set in the ink ,let feelings to imbibe
Give meaning to virginity of paper
Infatuated knight of heart with love that does not taper

I give my hand to you
Wrap yours around into solid hasp
Walking side by side the road legions of the couples took
Not many strong enough to tread it till end


by Margaret Gudkov
art by M Parkes

She danced

She danced

She danced ,shaking marble shoulders
Gauzy blouse unbuttoned in urgency of rhythm
The perfect breasts proudly standing sentinels aroused
Admiring glances boomeranging off the body,yearning to be browsed

Not noticing ,she is totally absorbed
Skirt flipping high to the delight of men
Applauding her solo presentation
The hungry eyes are ready to devour in whole

The hips are swaying in seductive cadence
Combining hula with a belly dance
Hands beckoning to come matching her prowess
Yet there something unattainable about her

The goddess or mere mortal
Endowed lavishly by feminine divine
Charm,beauty, sex appeal, proud to be a woman
She melted in the darkness when the music stopped

by Margaret Gudkov
art by M.Markowski 

The fever

The fever

You put a match to me
I am burning with a love
Fire consuming every particle of soul
I cannot stop but fusillade in tiny baby stars
Each one containing molecule of longing

I crave your hands lassoing grip
The daring fingers bold enough to touch a cobra
The pain and tenderness imprinted in dark eyes
Illuminating candlelight is burning brightly
You incited wildness rooted deep inside
It thriving on the soil rich in passion
The passion and the fire are dead ringers
Meant to go together,starting the wildfire

I am burning with a love
The breath, the smell of you
Rouse the temperature to Sun's fever
The scalding fever is a gift ,the greatest one
I ever had ,go light another match arising fire even higher

by Margaret Gudkov
art by E.Mozyro

Dream of Genie

Dream of Genie

Weird things can happen in the dreams
What does not fly would soar to the clouds
The animals would start to talk and give advice
The walking trees would hunt you down
Ants become a giants , sending wolves on run

I had dream right from Arabian nights
Old,antiquated lamp was laying on the ground
Woman would never miss a chance to pick it up
Something that shinning brightly on the sun
I tried to clean the dusty cover ,it clicked
The balding Genie came and asked
Who and why disturbed peaceful slumber

I shook from freight responding in the trembling voice
He said don't be afraid ,I'll grant you wishes,three of them
Now tell me what you want,hesitating not
I stepped forward bravely remarked
I want a man who'd treat me like a queen
Love that last a lifetime and if you can
Make me 20 years younger
I made him laugh ,he said ok
I fell from bed this very moment,
Losing the dream in slumber realm

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Jeff Reid

Eyes betray the truth

Eyes betray the truth

Looking in mirror
Probing nooks and crannies on my face
I see the ghostly paled woman
Sadness in the eyes betraying bleeding wounds

Many clouds passed overhead
Sun burned Earth ,moon cooled off
I changed ,becoming shadow of my former self
The soul left intact ,heart's fragments sliced, diced

The mirror is a tricky devil thing
Especially old antiquated ones
Capturing essence of the person peering in
Storing the data in the silver facade

Deceiving not or maybe yes
Depends on seasonal mood changes
The sun's imprints on skin today
Tomorrow will be perfect,arched brows
Full red lips ..eyes,eyes betray validity of it

by Margaret Gudkov
art Teo Van Rysselberghe

New Babylon

New Babylon

Big Apple on the Hudson

You not biting ,instead it biting you
Displaying walloping saber teeth
The city where poverty and richness
Are close neighbors like Naples with a northern accent
And middle class in the disintegrating state
Crazy,noisy,overpopulated
Polluted air make me gasp for breath
Crowded subway and the buses
Squeezed in between one might of think
He is in tin sardine can with sweat instead of oil

So many nationalities in one cooking cauldron
It certainly remind me of Babylon ,New Babel
As Hebrew called,too many similarities indeed
Enough to go on the street and listen
The head would not digest all muddled language mix
Add tourists to the mess ,you get the picture
Are we New Yorkers also builders of the doomed Tower?
Please God do not experiment on us anew
Is hard enough already been most expensive city in USA
I know,I grumbled plenty about bunch of things
Can add the traffic, prices for the renting , garbage
Overflowing trash cans and the dirty subway tracks
I stop now drawing the grimy painting
And say after all i had to say before
We have Manhattan,Coney island,boardwalk,ocean
Broadway shows ,food out of this world
So the moral goes ,what does not kill you make you stronger
My Babylon without fail enforcing such idea day by day

Army of the clouds

Army of the clouds

The Genghis Khan's army of the clouds
Infringed sun's private habitat
Sealing the entrances and windows
The gloom dangled on the previously cheerful azure sky

Invaders stood ,encircling in tight ring
No messengers could pass ,dispatched to seek help
The darkness fell, blanketing the light with crow's wings
Bird in the golden cage stopped warbling serenades
Like broken mechanism in music box,she is silent
Waiting for someone to fix, to wind it up and sing
The clouds could not stand forever,could they?
There no such thing as nothing last forever
Tired,dispersing in anarchic mess ,
There are no more army,once so powerful and strong
Gloom dissipated into tiny veil of fog
Giving the way for sun to go free and shine and play
The bird is now singing divested of the fear


by Margaret Gudkov
art by Ann Cameron Cutri

Pulsating music of the road

Pulsating music of the road

Train's wheels
Pulsating music of the road
The dusting tempo covering the tracks
Wind carrying it in the blue yonder, echo boomeranging back

The pathway lullaby ebbing the ears
Subduing metal's caterwauling sounds
Inviting slumber come and settles in
It's a time for me to enter,shaking my maracas

Drink gossip Mad Hatter serving in the cups
Be outsmarted (in dream only) by Tweedledee and Tweedledum,,weird things can really go out of hand
Cortege of rail-cars intoning gentle whistling

Ain't our life is train,crisscrossing globe?
Some have destination,some lost in foggy Shanghai-La
Poor Yeti wandering the Himalayas ,hunted
So out of place ,so out of time

Train take me to place where happiness is waiting


by Margaret Gudkov

Watching the starry sky

Watching the starry sky

I sit ,watching the starry sky
Dismissing from the mind all thoughts
Transported into inky deepness
No more spectator,participant in heavens show

Sucked in by the unknown force
I am wafting on the angel's wings
Admiring from the height the life below
How I could miss such loveliness,passing with the empty eyes

Drunk in euphoria I continue journey
Touching the stars with my bare hands
Ouch, the reaction is surprising ..cold
They cold ,the icicles of sky ,the difference
There no meltdown like on earth after touchdown
I did not know ,from beneath they seem so hot
Electric lamps God put at night ,so we not get that lonely


by Margaret Gudkov
art by Gild a lily

The person living on the hope

The person living on the hope
And when it dies ,he dies with it
That the reality and somber meaning
The Life present to us on silver tray

As for me ,hope is a moon hanging over window
Beckoning her finger,saying don't give up
The sun in early morning ,trespassing borders of my sleep
Wake up,wake up ,be happy you can move around

Hope is a lovely breakfast ,eaten with an appetite
The waft of coffee ,lifting spirits up signaling day's beginning
The bus ,waiting for you to cross the street ,not leaving
Because of him you made it on the time

There always hope in every situation
The universe sending us omens and the signs
Our task to recognize them with utmost attention
And act accordingly,not panicking and losing hope in process

by Margaret Gudkov
art by E.Mozyro

Far on horizon

Far on horizon

Far on horizon
Where sky clutching the ocean
To her ample bosom,two lovers frozen in
The sacrosanct embrace
The light of Love grew out of this union
Spreading over far and wide
Refining senses ,annihilating hate
It reached me also,bathing in it's warmth
Changing the perception of the world
I was never that courageous or strong either
Yet ,Love gave me endurance to withstand
The bloody revolution in my life
It gave me you ,sweet soul mate
You came with it like wounded bird
In need of loving and caressing hands
Both of us ,braving the stormy weather
For one and only thing,to be together
Nights and days ,dividing pleasures and the anguish
We need each other..thank you Light

by Margaret Gudkov
art by E Mozyro

Sequoias

Sequoias

Sequoias having discourse with a sky
Leaves trembling in the agitation
Who is older on this Earth and seen it more
The roots of life ,how all began?
Poor dinosaurs ,so ugly and so mighty
Faded into nothing,could not compete with cold
Sky retorted "i seen it all ,supporting growth of
The animals and trees ,you are exist because of me"
And drummed bullets of the rain storm on the sequoia's forest
With such an angry attitude that even giant trees
Could not withstand ,begging for mercy
"Concur ,concur we are in the agreement,
Still the wondrous sky you must admit
There are no one on Earth who is bigger and the older,
We saw the men 's developing civilizations
Most ceased to exist long time ago only to give way to
Technological advance,so called progress
See where that progress taking all of us
We wonder if in few years we will be still alive"

So much talking can tire anyone
Sequoias fell asleep, in the dreamland seeing
Many moons ago the blooming planet
And humans as a friends, not as a foes
The forest exhaled in the nostalgia

The Kamasutra

The Kamasutra

The Kamasutra book laying on the table
Begging to open and explore the art of love
The hesitation hanging in the air
Strain of conservatism maybe,strange

I did not notice after me before
From where I picked up that bug?
Nobody could accuse me ever to be demure and shy
Always white crow in the midst of black ones

The qualms erased at the thought of you
Imagining the two of us snuggling in positions
The needle and the thread ,sewing together ornaments
Becoming blooming lotus ,eagle or the horse

High art of giving pleasure and enjoy
I enter in it's stream without agitation
Skinny dipping in the fast moving currents
Not panicking of losing demeanor as long as I'm with you

It's day like any day

It's day like any day

It's day like any day today
No worse or better than

The weather playing crazy games
Confusing population with caprices
To put a jacket, you'd sweat on sun
Or go out without one ,it be too cool in evening
I walked and walked in alleys ,zigzagging
Streets and gawking at brownstones
Looking like a mini castles in Brooklyn
My favorite hangout overpopulated with
The children and the dogs,both in contest for cuteness
The bargain sales on the steps ,deals made
And smiles floating from lips to lips
Illuminating air with a lovely conversations
The tiny shops ,cafes ,the frozen yogurt for
Health and waste conscious and me in this kaleidoscope
Who would pay attention,blending in the quirkiness around
Just one more person ,going about her business
One more ,one less probing the area and searching
Searching for what or whom? She hardly knows
Confused by the life ,but trying find the answer

YOUR EYES

YOUR EYES

When I look into your eyes
There's so much that I can see
Like all the hurt from all those guys
Who took from you and told you lies
Stole your heart, then said good-bye
Left you broken and made you cry
Yet in your eyes I see
You have so much faith in me
For what might come to be
If you and I are we

You can have my heart
You can have my soul
You can have my life
You can have control
And all I want in return
Is to see your loving eyes
The eyes that make me yearn
The eyes that hypnotize
Forever
Forever

In your eyes I see much more
Than anyone you've ever known
Like all the love that is in store
You'll give it all straight from the core
Love that is true from your heart pure
The only answer, the perfect cure
And in your eyes its shown
That your confidence has grown
I don't give my heart on loan
It's something you can own

You can have my heart
You can have my soul
You can have my life
You can have control
And all I want in return
Is to see your loving eyes
The eyes that make me yearn
The eyes that hypnotize
Forever
Forever

Karnak

Karnak

The monuments in middle of the desert
The testament for days that not return
Why they are standing there in the lonesome isolation?
Who could remember reason and the purpose?
All gone forever ,departed in the spirit's world
The temples,columns, statues crumbling slowly
Like cookies over burned by the unforgiving sun
The glory,glory left long time ago after imperial decline
For centuries the wind and grave robbers only would
Come and say hello ,arising stones to the life again
Nowadays, the tourists wander in between
Marveling at formidable sight,breathing the air of the past
At night the structures would come alive,exited by attention
Discussing people seen during the day
Remembering the things nobody could remember
The pharaohs visiting construction site
Gold gleaming on the neck and crown
White virgin robes swaying under sirocco's kiss
Slaves carrying heavy objects,tagging, pulling
Oh,those were the days they whisper in the night
Letting out groan,troubling desert's sleep

I payed my dues

I payed my dues

I payed my dues to
The predicaments of life
With generous abundance
Thinking, I am a member of the elite club
Waking to reality after been thrown out
With a brutal force to the very bottom
Boy,it hurts to land on face
But there was no other choice
To get up and go ,showing the world
My scratched face ,bleeding from the fall
It gradually healing,yet scars do not disappear
Ingrained deeply ,the soldiers braved battles
I payed and continue to pay ,it seems the law of the nature

THE YOUTH OF TODAY

Our modern world is changing, and everyone is busy blaming the youth of today;
But how can we blame the future, when it was us who made their world this way.

Our street corners are full, as our children think that it’s okay to walk into the darkness with a knife;
When did we stop teaching our kids that the greatest ever gift, is quite simply LIFE.

Footballers earning a million pound a month, whilst children in Africa sit crying their hunger pain;
Pier pressure is weighing down our future generations, as they begin to buckle under the strain.

Our children are now living in a virtual world, with MSN, Facebook and Twitter, they no longer need to speak face to face;
If only they knew time was so valuabl
e, and a lost childhood is the one thing that no one could ever replace.

Girls desperate to be thin, as their air brushed idols kneel at the toilet throwing up their breakfast, lunch and tea;
A silent generation sits texting on the latest mobile, whilst playing their PS3.

Faces hide behind hoodies, but not all youngsters want to go out and cause a riot;
Each of us is born with a hidden gift, but our future children have just forgotten how to find it.

We are leaving a broken planet to our children’s children, whilst our Governments just spout hot air, adding to our global warming;
With the worlds ice caps still melting, and our wildlife slowly disappearing, this is starting to sound more like a global warning.

Older generations demand respect, but its one way traffic, as respect back is something they do not show;
Instead of teaching our children how to fly, we tie them down with yet another ASBO.

Frustration and neglect flows through the streets of this concrete jungle, the one place that we now all call our home;
Bullies and racists still torture their victims, leaving them to cry in the shadows, all on their own.

Plastic surgery changing bodies, changing faces, as the years pass the dreams we all had as children slowly fade away;
Before long the dawn of a new generation will begin, and no doubt people will still be blaming,
The youth of today.

Silently speaking through the eyes

Silently speaking through the eyes

All I want is enjoy each other presence
Silently speaking through the eyes
Not uttering the sound,listen only
The heartbeats ticking ,measuring the time

No need for words in sacramental mien
Breath in and out ,filling lungs with love
Creating imperceptible bridge between us
Crossover link,where we exchange our soul's vows

The nature's spirits stand behind
Flooding us with their supportive wisdom
Imaging baby, the Morning star would rise
Signaling day's beginning , the golden shower
Would burst upon the Earth ,touching everything
With magic wand and us in naked glory
The bodies sculpted under nature's plying hand
Softly,smoothing angles, turning into one instrument of love

No need for words...it will ruin divinity of moment