Sergey Streltsov.
The Confessions of a Christian. Book 3.
The Prologue.
You have no time to read this stupid book.
There is no reason if not just to look
On whole the world as book that written was
By Supreme Grace for Supreme Cause.
So do proceed through pages of your fate
Tis never stupid, and tis never late.
I hope you will enjoy your reading then;
Gods ready to excuse and understand.
30th
of April, 2008.
Poetic Case #2.
Je ne suis pas le sonnetiste, d'ailleurs
J'ai des bons mots de bon humeur.
0001
Look! Look! O dear, and what you see
The world of wars and of unfree.
Whos not in shackles pays for credit.
Whos not on mortgage thats to edit
His history with IRS
And its no easy game of chess.
Whos clean in taxes has his sin
That hampers freedom way unseen.
13th of April, 2008.
0002
I know my age,
I know my glory,
I was not sage,
But I dont worry.
In years to come
Ill see The God,
And wicked some
Whose life is short.
16th of April, 2008.
0003 The Motif.
The prophecy is soul of my vocation.
To be prophetic is poetic due.
And if my words are troublesome to you
Theres to be action.
The King of Heavns, The
God, The Holy Ghost
To lead me through the life of
tribulation.
He is my Lord, my Savior, and my Host
And my
vocation.
16th of April, 2008.
0004
The wave of river and the wave of ocean
To meet when river goes to ocean.
There are the fish, the fisher, and the birds.
The fishers catching fish and in the wake
Of boat of his the birds have their lot to dinner.
And so the poet, poetry and God.
The God pours poetry to world.
And poet is in wake of Church,
Or happily in Church itself
To have his lot of inspiration.
16th of April, 2008.
0005 To Saint Catherine.
The bride of Christ, martyr and Holy Soul!
You lived on Earth and now you lives on High.
The Moses mountain now has sign
Of blessing
yours.
With Mother of The God you are
In one procession in The Kingdom is.
You worship Lord, youre one of His
And heart of yours is shining star.
16th of April, 2008.
0006
The vanity is ever to be fair.
It sleeps in heart like snake in lair.
It does the tricks that are of dirt.
It hurts and always means to hurt.
Im vain, its curious how the Christian,
If to suppose this supposition
Can love the earthly, can fear death.
Its quite unhuman if not less.
16th of April, 2008.
0007 To Ferris E. Jones, The Bard of Nevada.
You know the way to be concise,
Your verse is precious and precise.
And while whole world is scourged in twist
Youre saint Nevadian melodist.
Nevada! Thats Thy glorious day
You have your bard, he has his say.
And ages come, and ages past
Amused by Holy Muse at last.
16th of April, 2008.
0008
It must be Gospels likely prose
To question right have rightly pose,
To answer right have right obtain
And from obscenities abstain.
Its glory of e-books and phones,
Its leisure of the goofs and lones
Who are last saints of sinful age
It has a proof in Lords adage.
16th of April, 2008.
0009 To Nevadian
Poets.
Ne vada means that it will do.
Thats old Italian, and thats true.
Nevadas far from Tuscan land,
There stripes and stars have firm the stand.
America! You have your sun,
Your wine, your poets, and your fun.
Your fun is poets and the wine,
But sun of yours is yet of mine.
16th of April, 2008.
0010 Ode
on Poetry Church.
Ποιητης
means The Poet, The Creator, The Law-Maker,
And The Beginner of The Battle in Ancient
Greek.
Only True Poet is Our God, The Saint Trinity.
And Biblical King David, and John Chrysostom,
And Basil The Great, and Gregory
Theologian
Have created Poetry Church with many
others.
The Church of Saints and Sinners,
Of people whose hearts sing Eternity.
17th of April, 2008.
0011 Dedication
to Father John.
Youre old Psalm-Singer of Yorkshire.
Your verse is wise, and snug
Like cozy nook in old house at fireplace,
Where always are dry red wine, hot bread,
And Holy Scripture of Old and New
Testaments of God Whom you sing
All your life just to sing Him eternally.
17th of April, 2008.
0012 Ode
on Windsor.
Who are you? Just new Prince-The-Bill?
Or William Windsor Great-The-Winner?
Excuse me, I am wicked sinner
With wounds youre not to heal.
I want to know if British crown
To serve to Christ, to serve to Church
Or British king is only clown
I live to watch.
18th of April, 2008.
0013 Ode on president
George W. Bush.
George Bush is fancier of law
As International as local.
Hes either silent or the vocal
To hail the world with him in tow.
Hes president like was his father.
Hes cowboy, military chap
With many victims to his cup-
He bartered God for power rather.
18th of April, 2008.
0014
O, if I dare to write an ode?
O, if? I dare? To write? A what?
I have to say a lot and nothing
Theres rather complicated task in
The contemplation of the world
Well-boyed one, and
the one well-girled.
The poetrys sophistication
Of speech in ways of its creation.
18th of April, 2008.
0015
Im just ecclesiastic writer
And rather bore and rather blighter
I have no sense of worst and best
And never just to fly and rest
Without thinking, praying, kneeling.
Im singer of Saint Icons willing.
I love my God, Hes blessing me.
You dont agree? Just watch and see.
18th of April, 2008.
0016
Akathistos is long
the prayer
I read it sometimes. And I dare
To read it sitting, when the must
To read it standing still and fast.
The ancient verse in Greek or Russian,
Or English, French or evn in Prussian
Beatifies my sinful heart.
Its chart of glory- Great The Chart.
18th of April, 2008.
0017
Im Apologia of Sin
Thats eer to loose, and neer to win.
Im smoking, drinking on occasion,
Im superstitious, Im invasion
In sanctuary of the past
With penitence in tears and dust
To find salvation in the way
Where ages prayed and are to pray.
18th of April, 2008.
0018
Theres Holy Tomb in Jerusalem
Where Eternal Glory
Was before the world
And will be after the world.
No one ever is worthy of Lord
Save His Holy Mother
Save His Saints
Save His Church Which is He Himself.
18th of April, 2008.
0019
Jerusalem is place
Where God created world.
On Golgotha was created light
And divided it from darkness,
In Temple was created Adam and Eve,
In Holy Sepulcher
God finally retired.
18th of April, 2008.
0020
I love The God, I hate the devil.
The God is good, the devils evil.
Thats all I know of life of mine
Thou, God! art my, and I am Thine.
Thats all I have to say for now
And ever after. I know how
To glorify Eternity
To live, to love, to sing, to be.
18th of April, 2008.
0021
Whats love? And is it rather question?
Or only silly protestation
Against the rules, against the fate,
Against the calendar and date.
I know whats love - its resurrection,
Its food for soul, its Gods protection
On every element around.
I know whats love and to abound.
18th of April, 2008.
0022 Ode
on Palm Sunday.
To Holy City rode The Holy God.
He rode on donkey, but the people thought
He rode on Cherubims and Seraphims
And everybody shouted. And it seems
Hosanna! is the sound thats to endure
The most polluted and the most impure.
So ever on Palm Sunday Church to sing
Hosanna! and to mystery to cling.
18th of April, 2008.
0023
I love my Christian Orthodoxy
Where Icons Saint, where candles waxy,
Where priest is revrend to his flock,
Where prophets, healers, hermits walk
To Heavens within Church of God,
Where Scriptures Holy. So why not
To live in union with the Lord
Of Way, of Life, of Truth, of Word.
18th of April, 2008.
0024
The riches often look bombastic.
Whats credit card but bit of plastic?
Whats pile of bills but lot of paper?
Whats being poor? Well know that later.
And what to have in misery
To set my soul and saint and free?
Commandments, and The Church, and Prayer
To do me good and more than fair.
19th of April, 2008.
0025
Its dangerous to be in love.
The womankind is hot the staff.
They go so quickly and so rude
No way to get it understood.
I love to be alone, its better
Than dash to bed for new the fetter.
The loneliness is state supreme.
So why to marry? Why to team?
19th of April, 2008.
0026
Dont scorn ottava mia,
critic.
My verse is lame, and paralytic.
And all I have desired to show
Things worldly by unworldly Law.
The Law of God is only guide
Whether to publish or to hide
The thoughts Ive used to entertain
For price of joy, for price of pain.
19th of April, 2008.
0027
No one is ever to be blamed
Or loudly evn to be defamed
For clear mind and for stable reason,
If even he is Muslim, Heathen,
More over if hes Prophet Saint
Without stains of any taint.
Peacemakering I know my stuff
Its God
proclaimed the way of love.
21st of April, 2008.
0028
The fame is rather strange the dame
And rarely worthy of her name.
She comes and goes, and when survives
Then its to save the many lives.
I met her, we exchanged few words,
She disappeared, I was in torts,
But soon acquired the inner peace
Im not the fame but God to please.
21st of April, 2008.
0029
I am happy man to know
What to do, and where to go.
What to do is pray and pray.
Where to go to Church, if may.
Suddenly I oft inspired
To look up on Saints unmired
To take after their example
Saintliness is best the sample.
21st of April, 2008.
0030
Its hurtful to the ways of love
If you dont love this stuff enough.
The egoism is rather stupid,
It prays and worships only Cupid.
The selfless heart and peaceful soul
Are far from it. And on the whole
Christ only can bless us be loving
And where were hermits, and when doving.
21st of April, 2008.
0031
I love the world when Im alone,
The loneliness is cornerstone
Of wakefulness for fine the feeling.
When Im in crowd I hit the ceiling.
Im silly, weak, obsessed with mess
That no one ever wants to bless.
So lone I pray, so in the party
I just to cry to I get off smarty.
21st of April, 2008.
0032
Its not that I loved anybody.
I was young, amorous, unwise and happy.
And every girl seemed like a bride
To be. But what
happened?
I get married, left, ill, mentally unstable.
I even cant sleep at the night
Snoring my way through its hours.
Instead Im writing poetry.
21st of April, 2008.
Poetic
case #3.
0001 The Easter
Ode.
The Christ
resurrected
From the
dead.
In truth He resurrected.
I am alone, it's deep Russian Easter night.
My computer is on and
all is the silence around.
And my loneliness is
shared.
There is The God
That knows me.
27th of April, 2008.
0002 To Suzanne Rea.
O, Suzy dear! Youre soundish egg
Thats strong a soul but weak a leg.
But one a day your leg be nice
It when youll come to paradise.
Youll dance with angels, angel mine!
The walk of yours then will be fine.
O, Suzy dear! My old good friend,
I hope you trust and understand.
0003
Old buzzing chap,
computer mine!
You hold my songs, my
notes, my letters.
Your busy beings all for better
When
youre online, when youre offline.
You hold the photos
of Saint Icons,
The Bible, Fathers of
the Church.
You help me lot, you
are my torch
To light
up world with Sun of Zion.
28th of April, 2008.
0004
The nights unslept, commandments unfulfilled,
The psalms unsung,
The Heaven unappealed
Are coming to my
memory in turns
Just to remind that
souls are the urns
Of spirit
blessed by Holy Ghost.
They have what have,
they lost what lost.
Eternal wisdoms
right the attitude
To every
soul both merciful and rude.
29th of April, 2008.
0005
I welcome back my
golden youth
When I
was silly and uncouth.
And now with all my
sins on roll
I virtues of my youth
extol.
No matter how unjust
the time,
The fame,
the gold to our prime.
When weak and
disillusioned were
Its only youth our blood to stir.
29th of April, 2008.
0006
King David brought on
melodies
That are not vapid and amiss.
They serve to purpose
of Divine
Theyre wise, and
healthy, sweet, and fine
Theyre ever-new to
every ear
Theyre brave, and to
defeat the fear
Theyre free to rise
to Kingdom come
Theyre yours and
mine theyre wisdoms sum.
29th of April, 2008.
0007
I hear the voice of
world Divine.
Its prayer pure of
yours and mine.
Its freedom calling
to release
The soul immortal
just to please
Saint
Trinity of Holy God.
Its healthy life. Its sound thought.
Voice of Eternity is
clear
And easy to retain
when hear.
29th of April, 2008.
0008
So what did I to save my soul?
I sang song was the
joyful toll.
It was the hymn of
love and peace
Though was unworthy
to appease
And all entirely to
get
The
hearts of best. And that
was sad.
And sorrow leveled
fortitude
In all-engulfing
solitude.
29th of April, 2008.
0009
Encroaching on peace
of others
I deadly sinned
against The Fathers
Of Holy
Church. Theres in their
Will
Gods grace of love
that does appeal
To anyone in human
race
To look at heart, not
at the face
To help the neighbor
to live on,
To save him from the
sins hes done.
29th of April, 2008.
0010
We build Empires to
destroy
Then shortly after to
employ
The ruins
for Empires new.
So oft I do, and
would be you.
Empires past to teach
us trick
Not to be pompous for
its weak.
The pomp, and glory,
and disdain
Are
death, unrightfulness and pain.
29th of April, 2008.
0011
Lipetsks and
Tambovs potato,
And the Krasnodars
tomato
Soon are to adorn my
table.
Its the real, its
no fable.
Juicy apples from old
Minsk,
And the lamb from Minusinsk,
Are to come and fill
my joy
With
Caucasian grapes ahoy.
29th of April, 2008.
0012 To Fr. John (acrostic).
Would I had been
by, to have helped the old man!
Shakespeare. The Winters
Tale. III, 3, 110.
Too many times I thought
O, what to do with rhyme?
For theres the whole
good lot
Rolls around in
lifetime.
Just thing is just to
write
Ode for Divinity.
Hope is a Zions light
Necessary and free.
29th of April, 2008.
0013
I have my life
personalized
My life is only Jesus
Christ.
In Him alone I have
my way
The one
eternal. If I may
Be not obscure and to
confess
In public then there
would be less
Of sense than when
Im saying firm
My life is Christ
Im to confirm.
29th of April, 2008.
0014 To His Highness Prince Sergey Georgievich Vadbolsky (He is
direct descendant by male line of Prince Yury Dolgorouky, the founder of Moscow (12th century
A.C.) and belongs to House of Rurick ancient
Russian ruler).
My chappy neighbor, drink your beer.
You have the soul, you
have no fear.
Youre mothers old,
your fathers dead.
Your glorious name is
joy unsad.
Youre artist,
painter, poet, Christian.
You know your way,
you know your mission.
You blessed old
Moscow with your presence.
You are old friend, its rare pleasance.
29th of April, 2008.
0015
It is the damnediest thing
If vilest
vicious sin to sing.
To sing the virtues
is the blessing
If openly
them all professing.
I sing the virtues
tis the truth
And its for wholly
better use.
The use of poetry is
love
To one beside, to One above.
29th of April, 2008.
0016
What is a love? A joke or pain?
Its known to Abel,
not to Cain.
Its God, the virtue,
blessing, cross.
Its what I have and
had when was
The lover, husband,
father, now
Im only madman. I allow
To think of me what
you prefer.
What is a love? The thing to share.
30th of April, 2008.
0017
My duty is to save my
soul.
Im Christian being,
but the call
Of vice in heart of
mine did torn
My good
old soul to no return.
If not repent the day
and night
I will not open
daring fight
Against
the law of every sin.
My souls immortal as
has been.
30th of April, 2008.
0018
Im like the child
that dont know why
Now wants to laugh,
then wants to cry.
Its not hysterics,
not the drugs,
Its not the dream
about the thugs.
Its day-by-day my
way of being,
Of
singing, praying, thinking, sinning.
And only death will
stop me where
Im not all me, Im
not all there.
30th of April, 2008.
0019 Imitation of Robert Burns.
So niver winter come my heart.
And ways of mine are
bonnie.
I do not have enough
of smart
Though right the sort
if ony.
0020
Looking back at life
of mine
Im not always
feeling fine.
Ruthless actions,
rude behavior
Are not
service to the Savior.
To be blamed I ever
knew
Of my sins
and of my due.
Looking back at life
of mine
Im not always
feeling fine.
18th of May, 2008.
0021
The King of kings,
the Lord of lords -
He is The Sovereign
of all words
And Saint and wicked
that to come
To
Judgment His. There will be some
That wont be judged,
theyre above law,
Theyre law itself
The Gospel. So
Who by the Word of
God will live
The final
mercy to receive.
25th of May, 2008.
0022
Im tired of the
supposition
That Christian faith
is superstition.
That everywhere on
the earth
The Christian
teachings void and false.
There is The Church,
I know it well,
There is The God,
there is the hell.
Im tired of the
supposition
That Christian faith
is superstition.
24th of May, 2008.
0023
Love is a faith to be
martyred
As much I loved. As much
I feared
When
going was to love again.
Love is the blessing,
not the stain.
So where among the
mortals is
The love
as pure and rare bliss.
Im married,
separated, mad
Thats all by love
enough was said.
24th of May, 2008.
0024
The prudence is the
only path
To life eternal lad
and lass!
Immortal chastity of
prayer
Is one Im looking
for and dare.
The altars, priests,
and sinners all
Is Church, is One, is one the whole.
Were borne, were
living and were dying
And when we sin the
angels crying.
24th of May, 2008.
0025
So many times I
thinking was
About the death,
about the loss
Of time, of passions,
of potention
To be the
one of mortal nation.
But now I know that
theres no death
In Christ theres
only life to bless
The day I was borne. Know,
my friend,
That
theres beginning, but no end.
24th of May, 2008.
0026
I know best way to
save my soul.
Its not the drugs nor rock-n-roll.
Its purity of life
in God
That Christian has,
but not the sod.
We drink, we eat, were watching movies,
We jive, skydive,
were squares and groovies.
And when the final
moment comes
We are at bay with
final sums.
24th of May, 2008.
0027
That often happened
when been young
I was unable to
think-tank.
I breathed of beer, I
smoked the cigars
Of Cuba in a folly meager
Not to forget to
please myself
Forgetting
harm to soulish health.
Now Im disabled and
Im weak
Because
before I was such freak.
24th of May, 2008.
0028
Maria, daughter, my
dear soul!
Youre life is
simple. So dont fall!
The sin is punishment
its true
For
everyone and so for you.
Love mother, serve to
her as slave
Of Christ
and of the wisdom brave.
Be chaste, be pure,
be angel mine
And there youll find
salvation thine.
24th of May, 2008.
0029
Enough I slept in
sinful dream.
Enough! My eyes are
clear.
My soul is seized by
fear
That I am
what I seem.
Once I was young, but
was not wise.
The life has taught
me lesson
That true loves
thing that if it dies
Then
resurrects in person.
28th of May, 2008.
0030
When I die what you
will say?
Game is over? Hes no
more?
There is nothing to
deplore?
Be with him that that
there may?
When I die do close
my eyes.
Game is over. Im no
more.
There is nothing to
deplore.
All is set and all is
nice.
2nd of June, 2008.
0031
Chastity defeats the
every sin.
Vice is down. Virtues
win.
Love your God and you
will find
Heaven
saint and Heaven kind.
Love your nearest and
bless
Everyone, if no
confess
In repentance that
you hate
All
creation and your fate.
2nd of June, 2008.
0032
Im disabled and that
is blessing
When with salvation
toil and messing
Do overcome my soul
in jiffy
Not rigorous, not one
the stiffy.
I love to pray and to
endure
All that
my doctor cannot cure.
Im disabled and that
is gift
That brings salvation
oft and swift.
2nd of June, 2008.
0033
My life be it too
short or long
Is one confession in
the song.
Unheard by world I
have my hope
To post
to vanity my nope.
Vain glory often
kills the poet,
With books and songs
is often so it.
That is so awful not
to meet
The Heavns one sang when God decreed.
2nd of June, 2008.
0034
When I obsessed was
by the mourn
And saintly-like and
taciturn
My heart was beating
like a bell
To tell my all, and
not to tell
The
secrets of the other heart.
And my confession was
the chart
Where written were
all sins of mine
From
birth-day and along the time.
3rd of June, 2008.
0035
Soft hands of mother
knows the toil
How teach to love and
not to spoil.
The pearl-pale brow
of sky above
Knows all
about this kind of love.
When we get borne to
see the light
The evil powers start
their fight.
And when we die to
rest in peace
The angel comes to
give his kiss.
3rd of June, 2008.
0036
I was no angel when I
loved
Hubbub of life got me
aloft.
And I mysteriously
proceeded
To where I
have been much more needed.
There were the poverty, decay
Of
burning passions of a day.
And now when earthly angel see
I happy day am to decree.
3rd of June, 2008.
0037
Longing eyes of girl
of age
Rarely to
be one of sage.
All sagacity of world
Is one song till now
unheard.
Love is ultimate the
gift
Sacrificing bloom and
thrift
For The Providence in
need
Just to have the
human heed.
3rd of June, 2008.
0038
When herdsman comes
to take his flock
To barn tonight
behind the lock
I think of day of Judgment come
When will rise all, and fall the some.
When paradise and
hell along
Will come to hear Divine the song
Of Wisdom is, of
Wisdom be
Aloud,
and calm and silently.
3rd of June, 2008.
0039
The joy of God, the
peoples joy
Its song prophetic, calm
and coy.
In modest words it to
point out
To saints the words
to speak aloud.
And sin disdains this
wisdom all
In every
part and on the whole.
And children cry for
consolation
Whichs humans fate,
and Gods donation.
3rd of June, 2008.
0040
My eyes agleam with Heavnly flame
When I am soul of
mine to tame
To chastity thats
Christian due
In life
and death for me and you.
God knows the ways we
go on earth
God knows what all it
is and worth.
Hell all explain in
parting hour
From life
of here to future our.
3rd of June, 2008.
0041
Im mad as maddest
loony-bin
And I have nothing
there to win.
And dooms of fortune
to compel
My soul
to go for aye to hell.
And calls of Heavens
do invite
My soul to share
eternal light
With saints of ages
come and gone.
And where will be my
soul on run?
3rd of June, 2008.
0042
Cold strain of melody
I heard
Was song of vain and
fallen world.
Its song of times of
happy youth
And of senility
obtuse
Unable just to grasp
the fact
That all
is finished. It was act
Of prophecy about the
weakness
Of mortal
age, of mortal sickness.
3rd of June, 2008.
0043 To Elena Carius.
You call the love the
tenderness
You are to find, you
are to bless.
Your child, your
house, all you know
To-day, or knew not
far ago.
But love, I think, is
cause Divine
About which the
righteous pine.
It cant be found
without fight
Against
the vice of devils might.
3rd of June, 2008.
0044
Its music that
adorns our being
In grief
and merry-making feeling.
Its mood of life to
have and go
Through years
and if alone be so.
The voice of keys, of
strings, of pipes
Saved
many times the many lives.
If theres no music
it is hell
For its no place for
soul to dwell.
3rd of June, 2008.
0045
Im dunce and dumb
though duly skilled
To be with inspiration
filled.
My songs are stupid,
yes they are
For Im no wise, and
Im no star
Of wisdom that is
obliged to
The worldly ways be
holding true.
Im fool for Christ,
Im not alone
In
now-a-days, in days to come.
3rd of June, 2008.
0046
Im on the vigil to foretell
The ways
of paradise and hell.
Im not about cash
and glory
Of other kind is all
my worry.
I sing the life and
death in turn
And to rejoice, and
just to mourn
That Im unable to
proclaim
In fullest voice the
Godly fame.
3rd of June, 2008.
Poetic case #4.
#1
The song is soul of world as is.
Its not device to lie and to impede
The ways of mercy.
The singer is a marvel in oneself.
He is to bring new melodies to us
Or with old ones
Just to embellish
Significance of every hour.
6th of June,
2008.
#2
I love my duty
To compel the words
To rank in order of perfection.
Though Im no genius at all
I know the way
Where stale and dirty
Wont happen if just to observe
The ten commandments of The Gospel.
6th of June,
2008.
#3
I hope I never dare to sing
The Evil of the darkest kind-
The Evil Anti-Godly.
TV and radio are full
With songs alike.
But dont be same, The Poet!
Youll see the light in misery.
Youll spread the light in mystery.
7th of June,
2008.
#4
There happens love
Where prudence rules.
Who knows not chastity
That is unable
To love by whole the heart.
And half-heart love
Is bestial and quite inhuman.
7th of June,
2008.
#5
When Noahs ark
Had started long the way
From Earth to Earth
Through troubled waters
It has one guide
The Providence it was.
And you, The Poet,
Be alike.
7th of June,
2008.
#6
Who didnt loved
That didnt know
The Inspiration from The Heaven.
When walls are like an oil
And air is like a water.
No wine or drug
Is able to fulfill
Same feast of Absolute.
7th of June,
2008.
#7
When devil came
And touched my heart
With fire of temptation
I often fell.
And even now
Im not stronghold
Of saintliness
And of the moral.
7th of June,
2008.
#8
I came to world to proclaim
The freedom of the pure existence.
And to succeed in it I must
Be true to Love
The One of Heaven.
And if Im not
Forget me but dont curse
And even if youll curse me I will bless you.
7th of June,
2008.
#7
I loved so many times,
But loved the same
Same image and proportion
Only color
Of hair was changing.
So why again
To dash from immortality of loneliness
To mortaldom of
passion.
7th of June,
2008.
#8
Theres God, theres devil,
Theres The Earth, and there is Heaven,
There are love and hatred,
There are wail and laughter,
There are tenderness and lust,
There are life and death
And who knows difference
Is saint.
7th of June,
2008.
#9
The majesty of spiritual age
Is fire on altar of the heart.
In vain I searched for it in world
The outer, its inner thing
Unspotable from
outwards,
The utter grace
Of lovely being
In Love itself.
7th of June,
2008.
#10
The peace of mind
So rarely is to-day
That freaks of peace
Are mostly hated
By everyone around.
And if one dares
To be in peace
One is to hold the battle.
7th of June,
2008.
#11
Quirk of the quill
So oft is nothing
Because the plume
Have that unbeatable endurance
It bears oft lie
And sacrilegious phrases
That are and be
Till Kingdom come.
7th of June,
2008.
#12
King Solomon had many wives
But only one of them
In Song of Songs.
Whos she?
The secret love of poet?
Dramatic, tragic and unhappy?
Or mother of the future king
The modest soul of Glory.
7th of June,
2008.
#13
Saint Joseph was prophetic soul.
He knew the love, he knew the inspiration.
He could forgive and not revenge.
He waited Son of God.
And in old age
With all senility of his
He dared to hope
To see The Lord.
7th of June,
2008.
#14
In the day when I die
Please dont cry about me.
Ill be happiest thing
Or old egg or the blighter
Who to come to the Judgment
The Judgment I love
For theres mercy
And finally peace.
7th of June,
2008.
#15
When father suicided
I was stunned.
There was no cry
Like in the battle
Of the long war
When hero fell
We do not cry
We pray if can.
7th of June,
2008.
#16
From military family I came.
From warriors of past immortal.
Our glory is forever.
Its not the earthly grace
Its written in the Heaven.
Our women were as beautiful
As flowers
Of Paradise.
7th of June,
2008.
#17
When angels sing
Theres silence on the Earth.
When devils curse
Theres mutiny and chaos.
I hear the angel only rarely
Most often it the devils.
But neer the less, but neer the less
When angels sing
7th of June,
2008.
#18
I will live long enough
For just to die.
Its obvious for me
And for Heaven.
And spent force on the Earth
I will see Paradise,
Ill be the weakest in The Kingdom
Of Power, Glory and The Wisdom.
7th of June,
2008.
#19 On Saint Czar Nikolay,
The Second (1868-1918-Eternity).
Nicky to his wife
And Nikolay for
people.
He was the Czar
And not the last
But later.
When Royalty in Russia will be back
We will see
New Hero of The God.
7th of June,
2008.
#20 To Saint Czarina Alexandra.
Alix to his
husband,
Youre Alexandra for The Church
Where youre Saint
And in glory tremendous.
You were slain and survived
In the hearts of people of your crown
That is crown
Of Russian martyr.
7th of June,
2008.
#21 To Holy Memory of Cossack Alexey
Streltsov.
The warrior of Czar
Youre slain in war
With ruthless Germans
That had come
To kill us and erase our names
From earthly memory.
This war was won
By you my Great-Grandfather.
7th of June,
2008.
#22
Im Slav who does descend
From Biblical King David.
The history explains
So many riddles
Just that simple
In time of Babylonian invasion
My ancestry went to Armenia
From there are Georgian princes and The Cossacks.
7th of June,
2008.
#23
I love my bread
And cozy pension.
And taxes paid and due to pay.
I love my Moscow
And the parsons
Of villages around the city
Where I have learned
To have no pride.
7th of June,
2008.
#24
Im not much versed in versifying
But sometimes when I hold my pen
I have some unintelligible something
That sparks to line
Of ode, or elegy or dedication.
I burnt my old stuff
And so many times
That new one somehow has the fire.
8th of June,
2008.
#25
My home is Russia
In her fields, and rivers and the lakes
I found the taste of life
Unruinable quite.
And if sometimes I wanted go abroad
I met new Russia and remained
In my old room
Where infancy had passed.
8th of June,
2008.
#26
In monastery where the priests
Do exorcise the evil spirits
Where all is cheap, and old, and so worn-out
That even pair of jeans
Is the indecency to utmost.
Because these people
Know nor the jeans, nor Coca-cola,
Nor even tea, so much theyre poor.
8th of June,
2008.
#27
No murderous intention
I do have against my enemies
Be blessed the everyone of them.
But oldish wounds
Are thorn for
soul.
The anger boils sometimes
But just to be calmed down.
8th of June,
2008.
#28
The rift in lute
Is to be healed with years.
The lute is heart of poet
Who disposed to good.
His inclination clear and pure
He knows not envy,
And his home
Is temple of The Lord of poets.
8th of June,
2008.
#29 On Saint Royal.
There is one Icon
And her name Saint Royal.
There are The Heavnly
Father,
Virgin Mary and Lord Jesus Christ.
By miracle this Icon
Was found on day
When Czar resigned from power
And so now Russias ruled by Icon.
8th of June,
2008.
#30
No reason why is cause enough
For blasphemy
Just if we knew
The love in ourselves
We knew the Love Divine.
Its righteous and aye fair.
But busy mind are oft unable
To love the higher purpose.
8th of June,
2008.
#31
When I was very young
I loved The Beatles.
Now I can hardly listen to their songs.
There are no more of John and George.
They died.
And only Christian
Sir Paul and Ringo have survived.
And thats the way of life.
8th of June,
2008.
#32
Grandfathers stormed Berlin
In 1945. It was
the spring
Of our victory
Against The Nazi.
And after war
Grandfathers fed poor people
With bread of soldiers of theirs
And so the war was won.
8th of June,
2008.
#33 To His Royal Highness Samuel Melkonian (Armenian Royal House).
Lieutenant, paratrooper, wrestler,
Christian.
We met in Church.
Where else we could have met?
You can be king, Im never
But were friends,
And our kingdom
Is not on Earth,
But in The Heaven.
8th of June,
2008.
#34 Ode on Saint Ascension Day.
The Lord ascended to The Heavens.
Apostles cried.
To keep the blessing
They went away on different the roads.
And Rome was baptized by Saint Peter,
And India was baptized by Saint Thomas,
And Russia baptized was by Thou, Saint Andrew, The First-Called,
And whole the world was baptized in the tears
of Most Saint Mary.
8th of June,
2008.
#35
To what to attribute atrocities of age
When half a world is in starvation
While petty number
Of the humans
Is wellish off.
We scourged by avidness of ours.
And children dies
As heroes.
8th of June,
2008.
#36
Its a sin
To have no love.
Its a sin
To have no faith.
Its a bliss
To be alone.
Its a bliss
To have no place.
8th of June,
2008.
#37
Austere the stare
Of devote
Is not unfairness
Of bigot.
Its look of mild
And full surprise
Austere the stare
Of Marys eyes.
9th of June,
2008.
#38
My sins will kill me one a day
Till then Ill live in comfort full.
I was no wise, but only fool
That has his song to sing and play.
Im sly evn when I pray and so
What is a hope of disregard
The honor high I did discard
To-day and all the days ago.
9th of June,
2008.
#39
Im sinner one inveterate.
I could have been the poet one of Great.
But I became the singer of
The songs Im getting from above.
Theres no the greatness just the duty
Of cracked a mug, of spilled a pewter-
The uselessness of nothingness.
Im vain as vanity world has.
9th of June,
2008.
#40
Picking up the duly tune
That can be like sun in noon
Is a choice of strained the heart
It just cant be disregard
For the segregated hearts
That are used to
disregards.
Melody to come from One
Who created noon of sun.
9th of June,
2008.
#41
Dominion of the domicile
Are poets of the words of rank and file.
From simple comes the complicated
And inspiration when donated
To disentangle mortal frame
From any vanity of fame.
The song has the own high value.
If you agree great poets you.
9th of June,
2008.
#42
The love forever is and be
And if you love from death youre free.
Love cannot die immortal thing
The love to live, to sing, to bring
The sweetness of the distant fruit
That was not tasted by the brute.
This fruit is held in Paradise.
And that is fair because its nice.
9th of June,
2008.
#43
I love my God, its awful truth.
Its only of my earthly use.
I have not foggiest how I
About to live, about to die.
But there are omens, ones I see,
There are the saints in nightly dreams.
And what to be? And what to be?
Not what it seems! Not what it seems!
9th of June,
2008.
#44
I sang too long, lets finish book.
The inspirations strange the brook.
Its holy spring of water clear
If poet had his Godly fear.
If no its puddle, mud and ocean
Of disrespect of due devotion
Of God, who Love is, whos the Poet
Of all creation aye and so it.
9th of June,
2008.
#45
Whats neoclassicism? Its thoughts the store
The wholesome one, the Christian to the core
We meet in Bible, in The Fathers
Of Church, in songs of the our mothers.
Its always new, its never old and stale,
It takes the soul on risky bail
To keep it safe in day and night.
Its Word of God, its powr
and might.
9th of June,
2008.
#46 To Saint Barbara.
You were martyred by your own father.
O, what a fate! Unhappy? Rather.
But Heav'nly Father came to you
With blessing that deserved a few.
You help the homeless, help the brides
To make their lot more happy. And at nights
You come to lonely to console
Their broken-down-ness
of soul.
9th of June,
2008.
The Epilogue.
My lyres
about to get calm.
Books finished. And
there is no qualm
About the future it
is modest,
Its not the hit, the
one of hottest.
Its meditation of
the man
That anyone can
understand.
So go, my book, through ages come
And
without fear, and without qualm.
3rd of June, 2008.
To Be Continued,
In Christ We Win,
Sergey Streltsov.