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.

02.02.2026

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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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THIS IS NOT NORMAL, BUT THIS IS CONSIDERED TO BE THE CORRECT POSITION BY OUR RULERS AND THEIR PRESS

So many supposed human beings

have been shouting for years

If you oppose Genocide,

you support Holocaust!

while others have gone

for Genocide denial, claiming

Victims of Holocaust

can't commit Genocide!

While the Genocide goes on,

the genocide they support.

02.02.2026

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GET RID OF THEM, FOR HUMANITY'S SAKE

Deep cold

for days now

and you know

it's driven by

Global Warming

and the deniers

claim there can't be

Climate Change

because it's cold

when scientists

have warned 

decades and decades

that this is how

it would be,

long summers 

of hot drought,

winters of deep cold,

and through these

cold days

the politicians and the press,

serving their rich masters,

are doing their worst

to ensure

our erasure

as a species

from the planet

they are defiling.

02.02.2026

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Poem Poems Poetry Verse

HOW MANY WAYS?

How many ways there are
to take knickers off
from a lovely shape?

With his hands slowly,

kissing revealed flesh

with every downward movement,

a long playful game

of revealing

the sweet hidden rose,

or with his teeth, awkwardly,

putting in the effort

while she laughs,

and with the desperate movements

of one who needs to feast

on the glory they hint and hide,

hardly knowing what

one does, consumed by desire,

knickers flying off

from trembling, lustful hands

for fingers and mouth

and his aching shaft.

02.02.2026

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SEEING HER GIFT

The first feeling was amazement

that burst outwards like the shell

of a star exploding as a supernova

while the core of feelings collapsed

into a massive neutron star of desire

inside a nebula of lust.

02.02.2026

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AS HE GAZED

Only later would he think

"Those knickers need to go"

because just now

they were perfect

in their invitation

to step outside the moment

he had existed in,

the bleak, cold winter night,

perfect in their invitation

to dream and imagine,

to be lustful and romantic

and horny, possibilities

expanding in vivid visions

in his mind as he gazed.

02.02.2026

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SURPRISED WITH JOY

Coming up cold from the basement

and then finding your gaze

filled with enticing beauty -

what were the words of C. S. Lewis?

Surprised with joy.

All joy comes from the same

inner human spring of emotion,

earthly or divine love is pure

in all its forms, fresh

from your innermost source.

Surprised with joy

budding, blooming, bursting out

to fill one's very being,

clearing out all the taint

and becoming you.

02.02.2026

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LET THEM BE

You have written enough,

etched a few verses into

time tonight.

Let them be, let them be - 

you gave the words their place,

now let the verses be.

01.02.2026

IF THE FLESH IS CUT

Words, words -

one is made of words

on days like this,

if the flesh is cut,

it would bleed ink.

01.02.2026

DROP THE PEN

Enough writing,

drop the pen

and let her

pick it up,

your hands

on her hips.

01.02.2026

THE WINTRY MOON

Silver disk

of the Moon,

coldly, coldly

burning in the gaze

that caresses.

01.02.2026

HANDING IT BACK TO THE DINOSAURS

The ape sits inside

in the glowing light,

the dinosaurs outside

shiver in the dark,

but the ape that makes

the planet go haywire

might end handing

it back to the dinosaurs.

01.02.2026

BUILD ON FIRM GROUND

Future is built

on the crumbling past,

on the quicksand of today -

until we build

on the firm ground

of humane civilization.

01.02.2026

FROM WRITING TO READING

I could write

all evening

and through the night,

but perhaps it's better

to put the figurative pen aside

and pick up a book

and travel far,

for better minds than mine

have written 

through their whole lives

to give my mind

free travel tickets to their worlds.

01.02.2026

INTERNET HAIKU

The search engine tells me

I must be looking for a bison,

but I'm just looking for Buson.

01.02.2026

THE FIRST BLUE FLOWERS

Seven hours and thirty-nine minutes,

that was the length

of the day today,

tomorrow it will be

a few minutes more,

and as the days go by,

one after another

adding and adding,

cumulating light,

one day awakening

it will be spring,

the melting snow,

the thawing land

bringing mud and pools,

the remains of the summer,

what is left of the autumn,

the first winged songs

and the long rainy days,

the Sun clearing clouds

magnificent up high,

and the first little blue flowers.

01.02.2026

READING BUSON

Buson, what

would a freezing winter night

like this

have evoked in you,

or would you have turned

to your master,

Bashõ, to hear his voice,

like I turn to you

reading your haikus

as the winter night

crackles in the darkness

around my flickering light.

01.02.2026

BUT THE SELFISH MOMENTS

You must give

what people need,

not what you want

to give them,

he says to himself -

    

but the selfish moments,

they come to him

like rogue waves

across the oceans,

he says to himself,

forgetting that

us human beings

are not the boats

facing the waves,

but the ocean.

01.02.2026

BUT OF THE MAN HIMSELF I CAN SAY LITTLE

I have a raw translation

of one of the average

poems of Wystan Hugh Auden,

Oxford, waiting polishing,

jagged lines, stumbling

word choices needing

turning into a resemblance of verse,

but of the man

himself I notice I can say little;

that crossing of the Atlantic

on the eve of war -

what I can say when wars

will still follow people

the rest of their lives?

01.02.2026

THE MILK HAVING RUN OUT

The milk having

run out

I drink coffee

black as the night outside,

warm as the desire

her gifts have

awakened

in my loins.

01.02.2026

THE DARK HOURS BRIGHTENED

The evening

goes fast

writing,

the dark hours

brightened

by the wild

imagination

fed by desire

aroused

by her gifts,

her herself,

his gracious muse.

01.02.2026

TO HIS FAIR MUSE

I yearn to lick

your pussy,

to find out

how you

taste,

and what

words of love

you speak 

with your tongue 

as mine

speaks its own

to you.

01.02.2026

THE MINDS OF THOSE WHO WRITE

Without a spring

feeding it

the fountain runs dry,

and so is with

the minds of those

who try to write.

My fountain

is filled to the brim

today from her spring.

01.02.2026

I HEAR THE WIND

The clear, cold day

was silence

in these rooms,

now in the evening

I hear the wind

out in the darkness.

01.02.2026

AS IN AWAKENING

I tried to sleep,

ended up

writing poems,

and dreams

would have lasted

almost as long

as these poems

I now let go,

as in awakening.

01.02.2026

BUSON AT WORK

Few strokes

of the brush,

a figure,

and then

few more

strokes,

and words

emerge to form

a poem.

01.02.2026

ON THE 22ND DAY OF THE YEAR

I swam naked in the cool waters

of the late, dying summer

imagining you gliding

beside, sitting

on the pier, watching,

listening to the birds leaving

as the darkling waves

came in the fading light.

22.01.2026

TO EXOISE

I have always

had an overly wild

imagination,

but never

like this,

never like this.

01.02.2026

A FRAGMENT

In the crisp wind

blowing from the north 

the first hint

of the withering

of the world.

24.01.-01.02.2026

BUSON II

In the black

liquid meeting

of the brush

and the scroll,

the artist.

01.02.2026

BUSON I

The brush,

the scroll,

in their

meeting

ink creates

the artist.

01.02.2026

HALF PAST FIVE IN THE EVENING

Half past five

in the evening,

still enough light

outside

to see your way

across the room

to switch

the lights on.

01.02.2026

NOT QUITE ENLIGHTENMENT, YET...

The revelation

of the permanent

in the transient,

in the experience

that becomes you

even when you

have forgotten.

01.02.2026

BUSON'S HAIKU

The ordinary

becomes

exceptional

and stays

what it was,

extraordinary.

01.02.2026

BUSON'S HAIGA

The brush,

the scroll,

the words

and the image,

and in them,

the artist,

his essence.

01.02.2026

TO MY YEARNING HANDS

Gazing at you

suddenly I

wonder

how your buttocks

would feel

against my hands

as I would

embrace you

and hoist you up,

carry you

around the room

where you are,

just because

I want

to feel you

pressed against me,

know how your

buttocks feel

to my yearning hands.

01.02.2026