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THIS IS US...
The streets smelled of fire.Emptiness breathes heavily in the heart, turning illusionsinto ashes.Has the whole world gone mad?Our rebellious and vague world...Here every weaponevery warship,every rocketit's stealing from thosewho still lives on earth,from those who are hungry and thosewho are thirsty,from those who are cold to live on the street.This world is armed to the teeth.And on his hands is the blood of the taken lives of young soldiers and innocently killed, the sweat of workers, the genius of scientists,the lost hopes of children, the cry of mothers, inconsolable prayers.And we - humanity, hang on the iron cross of weapons,under the suffocating stench of war.And the dark planetleaves from under our feet.We scream... We howl with horror tearing from our throats – It's us, the beloved creation of Heavens, it's us who kills all life on earth...
The streets smelled of fire.Emptiness breathes heavily in the heart, turning illusionsinto ashes.Has the whole world gone mad?Our rebellious and vague world...Here every weaponevery warship,every rocketit's stealing from thosewho still lives on earth,from those who are hungry and thosewho are thirsty,from those who are cold to live on the street.This world is armed to the teeth.And on his hands is the blood of the taken lives of young soldiers and innocently killed, the sweat of workers, the genius of scientists,the lost hopes of children, the cry of mothers, inconsolable prayers.And we - humanity, hang on the iron cross of weapons,under the suffocating stench of war.And the dark planetleaves from under our feet.We scream... We howl with horror tearing from our throats – It's us, the beloved creation of Heavens, it's us who kills all life on earth...
DREAMLAND
A fisherman hides over calm water,there a serene fish, enjoying soarsin a clear wave.She flies, freely,in the bliss of a gentle river.Still does not know that the hook is already - almost at her carefree cheeks.She does not know…And she flies, flies ...Here we are too – we soar in blissful dreams. And carelessly we take them for due happiness.But old Charon is hiding in a boat and has already chosen one of us - a sacrifice, to cross the river Styx.
A fisherman hides over calm water,there a serene fish, enjoying soarsin a clear wave.She flies, freely,in the bliss of a gentle river.Still does not know that the hook is already - almost at her carefree cheeks.She does not know…And she flies, flies ...Here we are too – we soar in blissful dreams. And carelessly we take them for due happiness.But old Charon is hiding in a boat and has already chosen one of us - a sacrifice, to cross the river Styx.
LIFE is a PENNY
Shouted a trader at the market, “Do not pass by! Come on! Hey! Stay!I am selling here a human life!” - “How much is human life today?” - “As always - it's not worth a penny!”
And naive people laughed around,yelled back him, “Check this out!Our life is absolutely nothing – it does not cost a broken penny?!Well, you're a fool! Take it for free!”
He did his job and only grinned, looking at this spree of serene chickens-green…
Shouted a trader at the market, “Do not pass by! Come on! Hey! Stay!I am selling here a human life!” - “How much is human life today?” - “As always - it's not worth a penny!”
And naive people laughed around,yelled back him, “Check this out!Our life is absolutely nothing – it does not cost a broken penny?!Well, you're a fool! Take it for free!”
He did his job and only grinned, looking at this spree of serene chickens-green…
TELL ME
Tell me, tell, my dearest Lazarus,or is it the last timeI look at the azure sky,embroidered with white lace,and I’ll never smile with my glamorous smile?Or is it just the merciless lie of those in power? Their paradigm?The paradox of truth.Illusion is a glass surface, beneath it - I and we are all hostages of death.And our life-breath, given to us by the Highest Grace, is in vain.Regrettably I understand.But in my end I’d like to face the onewho dared to raise his bloody hand on my inviolable life.
Tell me, tell, my dearest Lazarus,or is it the last timeI look at the azure sky,embroidered with white lace,and I’ll never smile with my glamorous smile?Or is it just the merciless lie of those in power? Their paradigm?The paradox of truth.Illusion is a glass surface, beneath it - I and we are all hostages of death.And our life-breath, given to us by the Highest Grace, is in vain.Regrettably I understand.But in my end I’d like to face the onewho dared to raise his bloody hand on my inviolable life.
Natalia Govsha is a poet and an artist from Mississauga, Ontario, Canada. She studies philosophy, alchemy and synthesis of religions. This knowledge is reflected in her poems, stories and pictures. She has published seven books:
“WOMAN’S DIARY” (2015), USA “IF YOU LOOK AT THE SKY” (2018), USA “PAINTED STORIES” (2020), India“2020: COVID-19 FREEdom Life” (2020), USA“To the LORD my prayers” (2020), USA“STORIES TOLD BY THE BRUSH…” (2022), USA“PENCIL. PAPER. TALKING DRAWINGS.” (2022), USA
Her poems, paintings and drawings have been published in many anthologies and magazines:
Cinematic Codes Review (2018), USAAtunis Galaxy Anthology (2020), Demer PressAtunis Galaxy Anthology (2021), Demer PressPoetry Train Canada (2015), USAPoetry Train 10th Anniversary Anthology (2020), USA FM 33, Autumn 20, USAFM 34, Winter 21, USA FM 36, Summer 21, USAFM 37, Autumn 21, USAFM 38, Winter 21/22, USAWorld Poetry Open Mic 2020 Anthology, USAWorld Poets, Female Voices 2021, Demer PressInextinguishable Candle 2020, RussiaOther Times 2021, RussiaGlobal Insides--the vaccine Paperback – July 11 2021, USAWebsite "Music of the Revolution" 2020, USAWILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS MAGAZINE FEBRUARY 1, 2019 (Natalia Govsha - poet of the month), Our Poetry Archive, Where the Mind Dwells EBER & WEIN Publishing, Lucidity Poetry Journal, The Poeteer A 21st Century Poetry Publication, The Writer's Drawer, The Tower Journal, ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY,Spillwords Press, World Poetry Open Mic ( broadcast).
Her poems have been translated from English into Russian, Serbian, Indian languages.
“WOMAN’S DIARY” (2015), USA “IF YOU LOOK AT THE SKY” (2018), USA “PAINTED STORIES” (2020), India“2020: COVID-19 FREEdom Life” (2020), USA“To the LORD my prayers” (2020), USA“STORIES TOLD BY THE BRUSH…” (2022), USA“PENCIL. PAPER. TALKING DRAWINGS.” (2022), USA
Her poems, paintings and drawings have been published in many anthologies and magazines:
Cinematic Codes Review (2018), USAAtunis Galaxy Anthology (2020), Demer PressAtunis Galaxy Anthology (2021), Demer PressPoetry Train Canada (2015), USAPoetry Train 10th Anniversary Anthology (2020), USA FM 33, Autumn 20, USAFM 34, Winter 21, USA FM 36, Summer 21, USAFM 37, Autumn 21, USAFM 38, Winter 21/22, USAWorld Poetry Open Mic 2020 Anthology, USAWorld Poets, Female Voices 2021, Demer PressInextinguishable Candle 2020, RussiaOther Times 2021, RussiaGlobal Insides--the vaccine Paperback – July 11 2021, USAWebsite "Music of the Revolution" 2020, USAWILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS MAGAZINE FEBRUARY 1, 2019 (Natalia Govsha - poet of the month), Our Poetry Archive, Where the Mind Dwells EBER & WEIN Publishing, Lucidity Poetry Journal, The Poeteer A 21st Century Poetry Publication, The Writer's Drawer, The Tower Journal, ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY,Spillwords Press, World Poetry Open Mic ( broadcast).
Her poems have been translated from English into Russian, Serbian, Indian languages.
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