Wednesday, October 13th, 2021

Daily Selected Poems : Ada Steko

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Daily Selected Poems : Ada Steko

Ada Steko

Who dances

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I look and don’t know if the trees are flying
do the leaves fall, and which one dances?
I see the clouds flowing, my time passes with them.
Running and rushing again, oh yes ahead.
Not sure which way to run yet.
Opening a new day, wonderful thank you,
I see virtual greetings, I’m glad they’re here.
Click, greetings, thank you with my heart,
I answer to each other, some people I hug.
That’s how it is, that’s how you live virtually.
Started a new day, thank God for that.
I’m going to meet you right now Lord
You’re always waiting, and I don’t have to post.
I love the people you gave me,
who love and those who forgot that I am
and those who are still somewhere, far away, unknown.
I will laugh, sing and dance.
I want to exist for a moment, baby girl,
like the wind heard and the invisible
and I’ll see if this tree dances,
do the leaves spin in dance,
for a moment, just before the fall
straight under my feet to sew up,
like gold in my steps.
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My house

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There is a house, an old house,
to him I always come back,
thoughts, heart, in my dreams,
with great love I surround him
and miss him when it’s bad.
There is a house, far away somewhere,
which I love so much,
because only there can peace,
envelop my soul,
and there I can happily sleep
and pour hope into the heart,
like the sphinx from the ashes to rise again.
This is my home, family home,
which I can talk to at night.
There, I know every stone,
and every tree is my brother,
friend from childhood years
a fence with a thicket of roses,
this is a friend from the oldest memories.
This is my home beloved home,
where the dreams were born
and where the love of different flavors.
I don’t forget him, I don’t change him,
in my mind is with me all the time.
To him I come back in the dark night,
when no one hugs me,
when i think time to die,
to him im about to run,
and there is this miraculous spell,
brings me back to life.

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A Closed Door

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I was the one who showed the stars first,
and you named every one of my names.
Then you grew day and night,
you took your first steps,
there was a first mom…
I held my hand, it was so small…
You haven’t matured yet, you’ve started leaving,
doors were closing, I waited if you would come back,
sent love with a question mark,
but she wasn’t coming back.
Two great loves left of you,
that you loved so much…
Sometimes I look through the door opened,
i look through the window but you are not there…
You go but not my way anymore.
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My dear

When fate takes a snap
excludes me,
breaking the chain of bad events…
Airport already unlocked
and I keep dreaming.
When I fall down I get up.
Launching right into the great space,
to make pears from the willow,
by the Milky Way, they are growing.
I don’t cross my dreams in my life,
and I make plans in the name of Heaven.
I don’t need Hell and Purgatory.
When I fall down I get up.
When I have to choose laughter I choose.
Jumping high above the clouds.
The Wise Choir does not support me at all.
I create fate myself.
I always take matters into my own hands
and with the Earth, I turn together.
I’ll shout to you – I’ll be right back!

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The summer of summer

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It’s summer wonderful time
I want to be and I want to exist,
to feel life that it is,
and that it was,
and so that it doesn’t go by too quickly.
What lasts was supposed to last till the end
and after him it was supposed to go on as well.
Now I know, words, mean nothing,
it’s the emptiness you spread…
Renewal making history again,
is acceptable too…
Seducing me, not forgetting….
It’s summer, I’m alone
and it’s okay…
You’re somewhere too idk…
A year has passed, so many words spoken,
I didn’t believe it, because how can you believe
words that were beautiful.
Blue, purple, east and west.
No, it wasn’t, it was gone, it wasn’t mature.
Whispers tender, silent, gone
One thing I know, it’s summer,
and let it last, I will be in it.
Patterning the memories…
Painting new paintings….
They will be without you.

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Everyday

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A day washed of emotions,
filtered love,
lack of satisfaction,
assurances left sadness
you are building still on the sand
you fall into the mud of the grey,
you don’t have the patience to achieve your goals, you keep moving away,
you see the selfishness of the other person,
you get a lack of self-acceptance,
you are haunted by the inability
of finding your place,
there is little time and little understanding,
and think you had everything,
home, love, prosperity was not enough,
you were looking for more.
You’ve been denied alone,
but you don’t arrange it in front of the world, you hide weaknesses you don’t want help,
no, that’s humiliation.
Look, I stand and see how you lifted
from the ground dirty strawberry
and in a hurry, you ate
and you have dirty hands and one leg missing,
no one sees you or no one wants to see you. Helplessness burned with the sun,
dust covers the clock, directions are still running.
You had everything but you wanted more,
I won’t tell you what can help you anymore.
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Copyright@Ada Steko
 
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