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Don\'t Worry Be Happy
A Poem by
Martin Ostar
They tell me to write optimistic poems Happy children going to school Because they love it. Police..
A letter to O.
A Poem by
Martin Ostar
What spirit do you feel? Neither faint nor standing on solid ground. Fascination can have its toll. Why did you lure me in, Just to spit me..
The Beaver Dance
A Poem by
Martin Ostar
Gnawing on wood The splint pierces my skin delicately Pain, suffering, wound inflicted You watch with blood delight Your claws reach bone ..
Day of the Moon
A Poem by
Martin Ostar
The moon wavers in the light The birds sing to their delight In the gaze of the old face We let the darkness be memory I sit on a park ben..
Diary of the Lonely (Part 1)
A Poem by
Martin Ostar
She sat in the chair Smiling at the voice From far far away She heard those sounds The echoes of the empty walls Saying nothing far too lou..
Black, Dark and Down
A Poem by
Martin Ostar
Dream to fight the night, You child of the sun. Colours of joy and life are in you. Almost mute melodies sound in the grave mist, While you c..
I can\'t sleep
A Poem by
Martin Ostar
You hold me awake my crush Is it your indifference that thrills Or your being both fascinating and distasteful You are a familiar looking stran..
Mocking bell
A Poem by
Martin Ostar
There is a bell that mocks Love is full blind relying A strong, painless blowing up Of sense and functioning sensibility The chimming is thund..
Still is the night I think of you
A Poem by
Martin Ostar
Still is the night I think of you My betrayal is deep inside me I am not unfaithful nor have I thought wrong I have longing, I have urges To exper..
He lives to dream
A Poem by
Martin Ostar
He lives to dream Waits for the silent demon Who awakens when he is asleep In our outside corridor. He hugs our doormat The replacement for a p..
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