Mind Over Matter. 72 assorted poems in English by a Russian

Mind Over Matter. 72 assorted poems in English by a 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

72 assorted poems in English by a Russian

Leonid Sboyko

© Leonid Sboyko, 2017

ISBN 978-5-4483-5210-2

Created with intellectual publishing system Ridero

On Time and Timeproof Matters

Of all time measure units
Day is one true:
The rest are merely conventions
To human counting 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?

    2003
Future’s horizon
We never reach
Stuck in the Present
And our memories
Future’s the cradle
Of our dreams
We’re freer there
Than we can be
By Past, in the Present, for Future we live:
What due to, what in and what for;
Past is the one which
We so quickly enrich,
Present’s a fiction,
Future, we miss and put off

    1997
Believe the Time Inside about its speed
For it’s the other one that cheats:
The one we check by glancing at a clock,
The one whose pace we take in as a shock.

    2004
The river flows,
The sunset glows,
The wind, forsaken, freely blows,
My timer quicker and quicker slows
And soon comes to a stand;
The heat still beats,
My pulse still reads,
I peacefully wonder where it leads

    2002
A rainy, rainy, rainy day
A good old chess game left to play…
I wish the day would stay
And I would play
Lifetimes away…

    2002
Time wears not
But it makes one wear
Some find it cruel
Some find it fair

    2002

Citified and City-free

Civilization of 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 having kept
At curb, in sweet deceit,
In which I would have rather leapt
Once and for all, again,
To never wake up to the realm
Of those who sleep when walking,
Of those nothingtalking.

    2003
Everybody knows what it’s all about,
Nobody knows what for:
Hi-smi-ling and signing
And politely dining
Then feeling incredibly bored…
Nobody relates
To my diving today
In a cold mountain lake.