Mind Over Matter. 72В assorted poems inВ English byВ aВ Russian

Leonid Sboyko

If you prefer a brief or very brief reading to skim through all those topics that relate to every reflecting person, do tap into this remarkably concise and versatile poetry. The book offers six dozens of easy verses that focus on human relationships, time, urban solitude and love or lack thereof. Russia as the author’s native country is another lyrical subject matter touched upon. To top it off, enjoy witty puns, limericks and other fun rhymes at the end of this nice travel-companion volume.

Mind Over Matter

72В assorted poems inВ English byВ aВ Russian

Leonid Sboyko

© Leonid Sboyko, 2017

ISBNВ 978-5-4483-5210-2

Created with intellectual publishing system Ridero

On Time and Timeproof Matters

OfВ all time measure units

Day is one true:

The rest are merely conventions

ToВ human countingВ due.

The morning, noon, then evening, night,

Then dawn again – that’s always right:

There’s never other cycle —

A change unchangeable like a …

Like what, indeed? Like what?

В В В В 2003

Future’s horizon

We never reach

Stuck inВ the Present

And our memories

Future’s the cradle

OfВ our dreams

We’re freer there

Than we canВ be

ByВ Past, inВ the Present, for Future we live:

What due to, what inВ and whatВ for;

Past is the one which

We so quickly enrich,

Present’s a fiction,

Future, we miss and putВ off

В В В В 1997

Believe the Time Inside about its speed

For it’s the other one that cheats:

The one we check byВ glancing at aВ clock,

The one whose pace we take inВ as aВ shock.

В В В В 2004

The river flows,

The sunset glows,

The wind, forsaken, freely blows,

My timer quicker and quicker slows

And soon comes toВ aВ stand;

The heat still beats,

My pulse still reads,

IВ peacefully wonder where it leads

В В В В 2002

AВ rainy, rainy, rainyВ day

A good old chess game left to play…

IВ wish the day wouldВ stay

And IВ wouldВ play

Lifetimes away…

В В В В 2002

Time wearsВ not

But it makes oneВ wear

Some find it cruel

Some find itВ fair

В В В В 2002

Citified and City-free

Civilization ofВ sleepwalkers,

Civilization of small talkers —

That’s who we are,

That’s today’s broad karma!

That’s where we would end up webbed

But few first years havingВ kept

At curb, inВ sweet deceit,

InВ which IВ would have rather leapt

Once and for all, again,

ToВ never wake up toВ the realm

OfВ those who sleep when walking,

OfВ those nothingtalking.

В В В В 2003

Everybody knows what it’s all about,

Nobody knows whatВ for:

Hi-smi-ling and signing

And politely dining

Then feeling incredibly bored…

Nobody relates

ToВ my diving today

InВ aВ cold mountain lake.

В В В В 2000

Too many people close about

Make aВ crowd.

Moscow’s endowed with it, no doubt:

We abound,

We are all around

Whom have we found?

No one toВ be theВ One,

No sooth toВ be the Truth,

No win worth havingВ won,

No fighting nail and tooth.

Too many people, not too many friends —

A common big places’ notable trend,

ToВ lonely homes the way toВ wend,

Away from small places, from which we were rent.

Too many things that are currently on —

The shows – why not – might indeed go on

So all our talks are of shows we’ve seen

And just city places, toВ which we have been.

You write toВ your province friends ofВ this waterspout

But there’s nothing you feel worth writing about —

ToВ them, that all is city talk,

Which we ill-strenuously balk.

Too many people close about

No place toВ stayВ out

You are alone

But not quite yourВ own

You are quite single

But you have to mingle…

Time gets by —

Hard to ask it why —

And you are just aВ slice

OfВ one big apple-pie.

Too many people for so few pla