and the very last one...

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my poem no 3:

poetry of everyday life

is being freezing on the bus stop,

are daily pangs of conscience,

is one-minute-long illusion of beauty

- just do not burst out crying -

it's hope

it's fear

it’s the smell of coffee which will soon cause a stomach ache

it’s: tomorrow over and over again

- just do not burst out crying -

and in between a chorus

about every waking up at night

about the first, second and third checking of the alarm clock

about freezing legs under the duvet

- do not scream -

another one...

my poem no 2:

i call these ones "personal haiku". because it's actually a thought that somehow suddenly comes to your mind and it's already a poem. but unlike the original haiku which is inspired mostly by a moment in nature these are figments of my weird imagination mixing constantly with "the real world" and leaving instants like this one...

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if I had four mouths

and two long, very long legs,

would you like me more?

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