NOTHING

Entire day wasted.

all the bright sunlight,

but the powerful and corrupted

are wasting entire nations,

so what is my Sunday

compared to that?

All the poems unwritten,

translations not done,

long-delayed messages unsent,

the images of the dead 

and dying unposted?

A great sin.

08.03.2026

WHAT INNOCENCE DO WE HAVE?

If morning be bright

and the day one glorious

glow of light

on the fading snows,

they will still be dying

in the broken lands

as we gaze into the azure

hollow and think

of spring, dreaming

of May ripening

into June and summer,

and they will still be dying,

in our glimmering hours,

the innocent ones,

the smiling children

in the photographs

that will bw published

beside the images

of their shrouded bodies.

08.03.2026

FOR HER

He wishes her hand

would be holding

what she has

brought up,

hardening,

for her,

standing for that

that hand

to which it belongs,

waiting it to play

with and guide it

wherever she wants

it to go.

08.03.2026

INTO ONE MONTH OF PEACE

Hundreds will be

killed today,

just like hundreds

were killed yesterday,

and the day before,

and the days -

not like this in these

last three years,

how many days

not like this

from Palestine to Sudan,

Lebanon and Iran?

Can you combine

the days of few deaths

even into one

month of peace?

One month of peace,

resting, quiet isle,

in the blood-dark

sea of these years.

08.03.2026

UNBROKEN

Midnight,

should go and see

if stars unconquered

stand against the clouds

on sky unbroken

by explosions.

The privilege

of Global North,

nightsky on which flames

don't rise high

from burning cities,

burning human beings.

07.03.2026

GONE TO DEPTH OF NIGHT

Gone to the depth of night

the clear, bright day,

midnight here

with its darkling wings,

and the blood-red morning

how many

innocent deaths away?

07.03.2026

ANOTHER GAME

Always terrible

in tennis, not really

my game,

but I know

another game

I play better,

my muse...

And in that

you can still play

with balls...

07.03.2026

THE DIFFERENT VALUE OF HUMAN LIVES ACCORDING TO THE ISRAELI REGIME

At least 8500 and up to 11 500 Palestinians are missing

in Israeli occupied Palestine's Gaza Strip as a result

of the genocide Israel began after October 7th 2023.

Last night Israel killed at least 44 people, 41 of them civilians,

in Lebanon seeking remains of a single Israeli occupation forces

pilot shot down and missing since 1986.

07.03.2026

THE IMMENSE ARROGANCE OF ISRAEL

Israel carried out 10 000 attacks

during the ceasefire in Lebanon,

killing nearly 400 people,

the last one a 16-year-old Syrian boy,

and now Israel, having killed

339 more people, demands

that "Lebanon returns to the ceasefire"

that Israel has never followed.

07.03.2026

WINTER, BALANCING

Winter, balancing

on the edge of spring,

but not quite

there yet,

the spring

waiting,

waiting for the snow

to sing flowing

in the brooks,

waiting that song

for the first green

blade of grass.

17.02.-07.03.2026

HOW MANY PEOPLE?

How many people

are being killed

while I write these words?

Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran,

Kinshasa's Congo,

Lebanon, Pakistan, Palestine,

South Sudan, Sudan, Syria,

Western Sahara, West Papua,

even the Gulf despotates,

how many

as I write these words?

Lives lost as easily

as I write

my impotent words.

07.03.2026

NOTHING BUT SNOW, YET

Snow, snow -

the landscape

nothing but snow,

yet month

and a half

and all this snow

is gone,

is gone,

like this moment.

17.02.-07.03.2026

IN THEIR LONG ABSENCE

The world absence

and you wish

for the touch

of a ghost,

words to be heard

from an empty room,

creaking of stairs

on which no one walks,

when you are alone

in the long hours,

when you are alone

in their long absence.

15.02.-07.03.2026

WHAT THEN WHEN THE WORDS ARE GONE?

And what then

when the words

are gone?

Gone like

the human beings,

the prisoners

of late years

amber, and we

on the receding wave

of time, approaching

the shore

where it comes aground,

dissolving in foam

and spray these

words we use to build the world.

14.02.-07.03.2026

THE UNREACHABLE BLUE

Sky sea of Mediterranean

warm blue and the land

local winter's cold white,

and between breathing

mist rises

towards the unreachable blue.

12.02.-07.03.2026

BEFORE YOU SLIP AWAY

Holding in my cold

hands

your breasts

burning under my touch,

dream fading

yet after awakening

still feeling

your sensitive flesh,

your hardened

nipples

for one

moment

of wonder

before you slip

away.

07.03.2026

TO HIS MUSE

My fingers

feel the itch

to wander

across

the undiscovered

country

of your skin.

07.03.2026

OCEANIC SKY

Oceanic sky,

and gazing

at the blue

depths above

you think

"How warm",

and its thirty

degrees below

zero, coldest

day of the winter,

yet your mind

feels the warmth.

12.03.-07.03.2026

THE FROZEN LANDSCAPE

Blue sky,

ocean-like,

and below

the frozen landscape,

its cold beauty.

12.02.-07.03.2026

SENSE OF WONDER

Trees decorated 

by the frost

on both sides 

of the street

and still, even now,

you feel wonder,

in this late year.

12.03.-07.03.2026

EVENING WALK, AFTER FOUR DAYS

Bare gravel crunching under

my feet as I walk

under a solitary planet

serenely distant

from earthly woes

on the darkening sky.

Snow when I last walked

here, now this bare gravel

four days later, dead grass

on the field rising

from under the faltering snow.

You could think of spring

coming early, like peace,

here in the bloody-winged of dusk.

But peace is not like spring,

waiting for peace

is like waiting for Godot,

and all the world a stage.

07.03.2026

NO SOLIDARITY, NO SYMPATHY FROM THE EUROPEAN UNION

No politicians

from the European Union

standing looking sombre

at the bombed school

in Iran, holding

hands with Iran's

president,

                 like they did

in Israel.

                 No, Iran

gets the same treatment

as Lebanon and Palestine:

No solidarity,

no sympathy.

07.03.2026

AS HE HIS MUSE

Back from an evening walk,

the first in four days,

clear, evening fading

into night, in the dark blue

Jupiter, solitary,

waiting for Venus,

her graces.

07.03.2026

THE LACK OF POEMS

The words have

not been there, or time

not made for them

inside a mind a hive

of buzzing news

of latest atrocities,

latest blossoming

fireballs growing

and the others

still there, rising

among rooftops

of thoughts.

07.03.2026

NOT EVEN A BROOK

Some translations wrought

hastily between videos

of streaking interceptors and missiles,

fireballs, ruined buildings,

ruined human bodies,

and war criminals

making declarations

divorced from reality,

but otherwise, just

a few poems, answers

to my muse's photographs,

not even a brook

running beside

the stream of blood.

07.03.2026

MONSOON OF PEACE

Days have gone by

without anything but news

about the wars

since they began

this latest one,

days spent

posting online the slaughter

and the belligerent,

bombastic words,

like it could have an effect,

one pair of butterfly wings

frantically beating

among myriad others

so that storm might break

bringing war-quenching

monsoon of peace.

07.03.2026

NO CAT PICTURES

No cat pictures,

my muse,

are enough,

you are correct,

on a time like this,

they are not enough,

we need more

than cuteness,

unthinking comedy in fur,

so no cat pictures,

a more primeval response

of flesh.

07.03.2026

WHEN THE NEWS BROKE OUT

When the news broke out

of the armistice in London

on November 11th 1918

strangers made love

with each other,

strangers brought up

in prim Victorian and Edwardian

days having sex

with strangers

because life had endured war,

there would be years and years

opening into the far distance of time,

no more bodies sinking

skulls grinning

into the mud of battlefields,

no more strangers

killing strangers.

07.03.2026

RIVER RUNNING THROUGH

River running 

through late winter,

on the edge

of spring

withered grass

and reeds,

the summer

that was

still here

in hues of brown

before the green

flood.

07.03.2026

"MAIS OÙ SONT LES NEIGES D'ANTAN?"

The snow melted, leaving

dead grass, bare trees, autumn.

Clouds, distance all mist

beyond the farm house.

Engrave this scene, this

moment, into your mind,

soon it will be gone like

the snow - the mist, gray

light, the sombre desolation

dissolving into spring's cacophony.

05.03.2026

AND NOTHING UNDER IT

I would like you

to come 

wearing a skirt

and nothing

under it,

so I could

just put my hand

under

your skirt

whenever

I wished,

letting it wander

on your smooth

skin.

26.02.2026

EQUAL TREATMENT

He imagines

holding her breasts

in his hands,

firmly,

and kissing,

licking them,

biting,

sucking

the nipples,

giving equal

attention

to both,

no cause

for sibling

rivalry here.

26.02.2026

LIFE INTERNAL

Life external is timid,

going through its routines

across cycling days,

yet the imagination,

wild with lust for flesh

and wanderlust,

rages in its cage

of unchanging days.

26.02.2026

ON THE 57TH DAY OF THE YEAR

Outside everything

is white, in the last

stretch of the winter

white infinity

in white space.

26.02.2026

THE FLAME THAT BURNS TROY

Two beautiful creatures

mating, the great swan

cold white as the snows

of Olympus upon

Leda's sun-tanned form,

her legs wide open,

her back arched

as she receives him,

her great-winged lover

descending

into her flesh,

begetting from desire

the flame that burns Troy.

06.-07.02.2026

ON THE 38TH DAY OF THE YEAR

All the cold brightness

of the long gone morning

still light in my mind

that slept its long waning.

07.02.2026

A PAINTING OF A SATYR AND A SLEEPING NYMPH

Satyr coming across

a sleeping nymph,

pushing back the branches

carrying summer leaves,

his hand stretching,

reaching out

towards her sleeping form,

its nakes curves one

quick movement away,

quick movement

to end the separation,

a firm breast cupped

by his trembling hand,

a kiss given hesitatingly

on those closed lips,

as another hand shyly

touches a firm buttock.

That will be the satyr

I will come as 

into your dream.

06.-07.02.2026

ON THE 37TH DAY OF THE YEAR

You can't go back

to the best years lost,

can't hold back,

keep this lived

moment flowing

ever from our grasp.

Time is wound bleeding

until we are bled dry.

06.-07.02.2026

LEDA

Leda, sweet Leda

under the wings

of the great white swan,

wings beating the air

to the rhythm

of its savage thrusts,

quivers and moans,

grasping with her hands

the riverbrank grass,

the arch of the Sun

in summer blaze

rises and declines,

as the wings beat the air

to the rhythm 

of the long mating

of Leda, sweet Leda

quivering and moaning,

grasping the riverbank grass

among the sheltering reeds,

under the great beating wings

of her white-plumed lover.

06.02.2026

THE ETERNAL GERMAN I

According to the Germans

the proper way to atone

for a genocide

is by enabling another genocide

and helping the genocidaires

escape justice.

06.02.2026

HOLOCAUSTS

If you claim you are

"afraid of a second Holocaust"

you get to commit a Holocaust

courtesy of those

who committed the first Holocaust

and who now declare

that helping you to commit Holocaust

is their Staatsräson.

06.02.2026

IT'S EITHER US OR THEM

The world turns creaking

on its axis

of injustice, casting

its myriad victims

into the void

while the unjust

rule from their

binary thrones

of zeroes and ones,

coiled around

the body politic

strangling,

suffocating.

It's either us

or them.

05.02.2026

WHEN LIGHT FILLS THE COSMOS

Nearly fourteen billion years

of cosmos evolving

to thread its void

with glittering galaxies

and now the universe

made us to be

its eyes,

to express wonder

at seeing itself

in its bright prime.

05.-06.02.2026

TO ENCOMPASS HIM

Just now

it would be a quick

thing,

just pulling

those panties

down

from her moist

pussy, pushing

in, thrusting,

to feel her

encompass

him.

05.02.2026

ON THE 36TH DAY OF THE YEAR

Ukraine, Ukraine, Ukraine

the European Union chants

while supporting genocide

and ethnic cleansing,

giving approval to illegal

annexation, praising

war crimes and denigrating

the victims, chanting

Ukraine, Ukraine, Ukraine.

05.02.2026

MY LONELY HANDS

My hands,

feeling lonely,

yearn for

the company

of your breasts.

05.02.2026

MY HUNGRY MOUTH

My mouth,

my hungry mouth,

yearns to feel

your nipples

on its lips,

to suck them,

to lick them

with its tongue,

biting them

with its teeth

to satisfy

its hunger.

05.02.2026

NETANYAHU'S ELITE BRIGADE AT WORK

Yesterday Israel murdered 25

people, including eight children,

in occupied Palestine's Gaza,

today Western journalists

buried them nameless

in an unmarked mass grave

without ceremony.

05.02.2026

THE PYRAMIDS AT GIZA

The dead kings

built the pyramids

to hide their corpses

in eternal rest, stone

engines of resurrection,

of immortality,

and now not even

dust remains of the kings,

yet the engines

of immortality,

without resurrection,

convey their memory.

But nameless go

the hands that

quarried and fit

stone to stone.

03.02.2026

ON THE 34TH DAY OF THE YEAR

Often you can't 

read more 

than a few lines

of a poem

without wanting 

to write one;

in protest,

admiration,

inspiration

or plagiarism

of message

if not form.

03.02.2026

HOPE FOR MEETING OUR LOST LOVED ONES AGAIN

On a distant shore,

after crossing the separating ocean,

on a far distant green isle

where the spirits dwell

of those who sailed away

in years gone

by, to meet them again,

rejoining what was broken,

in love beyond life

embracing.

02.02.2026

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ON THE 24TH DAY OF THE YEAR

Twelve degrees below zero,

cloudy, twenty-five minutes

to three in the morning,

awake in the landscape

of your life, long vistas

expanding back in time,

but no paths to walk them,

to go travel backwards

from this moment

to those valleys in time's

geography where they still

live and you, half someone

else, half the one you are now,

in this moment being carried

farther and farther from them.

24.01.-02.02.2026

PALESTINE, WESTERN SAHARA AND ESTONIA'S KAJA KALLAS

If an Estonian is freed 

from Soviet occupation,

soon the Estonian 

is going around the world

helping military occupations

and illegal annexations 

of occupied nations.

30.01.2026

THERE WILL BE A FUTURE FOR HUMANITY

If there's a future,

it's a future humanity has won

from the grip of our elites,

banishing them from power,

excluding them from existence

in the name of the common good,

and there's no future

for humanity

in which they have won.

They bring only death

and destruction

and an end for everything.

02.02.2026

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COLDEST NIGHT II

Driven by joyful desire,

my flesh burns

as the night

blazes cold.

02.02.2026

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COLDEST NIGHT III

Overwhelming lust

keeps me burning

through the freezing cold

the deepest winter days.

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COLDEST NIGHT I

Coldest night 

of the winter

and I'm burning

from desire.

02.02.2026

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THERE'S A ROSE WAITING TO BLOOM

There's a rose waiting to bloom,

uncovered with caresses,

to be addressed with kisses,

there's a rose waiting to bloom

and meet his bee.

02.02.2026

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ON THE 33RD DAY OF THE YEAR

Bright, cold hours

passing in fitful sleep,

getting up to make sure

the water flows, 

before going under

the spell of sleep,

setting the alarm

for another wakening

to fight the freeze,

this twelve hours,

then dark, cold hours

but in them

the burning remembrance

of the joy of last night,

the words, the verses

it begets.

02.02.2026

SOMEONE NEEDS TO BUILD A TIME MACHINE TO FIX THIS

The world went wrong in 1985.

In Science Fiction circles

they call that 'a Jonbar Point',

where timeline can be altered

to bring an utterly different future.

Instead of Gorbachev gaining

power to lose the Cold War

and the USSR, we could have had

some hardliner, and then

the Cold War would continue,

the United States

wouldn't be defecating

and urinating upon the entire planet,

it would be contained,

we would be winning the fight

against Global Warming,

welfare states would still prosper,

and the humanity wouldn't be

looking at an abyss,

with billionaires trying

to push over the edge.

Someone needs to build

a time machine to fix this.

02.02.2026

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