"Learning the order of magnitude of the human spirit and consequently dealing with its complexity is art." -Vera
RONA POEMS is a new mix of Romanian and English poetry. On this blog I post the latest poems inspired by my latest muses.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Ploua Italian

Ploua italian
Si ploaia mi-a patruns mai departe de piele
Stropindu-mi simtamantul ars...

Ploua cu cristale de ceara
Ce mi se topesc pe inima fierbinte
Si curg mai departe,
Tot mai departe,
In mine...

Ploua suav,
Ploua incet,
Ploua cu cuvinte
Cernute si marunte
Care-mi cad pe frunte...

~to Enzo Daniele Scifo
April 1986

Saturday, September 5, 2009

The Golden Dancer

It's the golden sea breeze
Dancing with blue bloody arrows and coins;
It's a poisoned crawler
Snaking around both of the Moon's faces.

Like coffee steam released from the sand
Love allures on the round glass.
Overflown beauty
Meltingly emulating the Sun's beams
Weeps in dance on the translucent floor.

In the darkness of a princely vision
A shadow is marvellowsly curling its fingers
To infuse the venom of its gracious smile
In the unemployed hearts.

~to Semir Alkadi
06.10.2009

Friday, August 14, 2009

Ideal

visez sa nu mai fiu sculata cu violenta din somn,
sa ma trezeasca dimineata doar lumina
sa nu mai existe ceasuri si bec,
nici fraieri care se intrec
dand doar pe mine vina.

sa nu mai vina nici metroul cu sclavi
si cu femei machiate doar pe-o pleoapa,
sa nu mai dorm ca liliacul in lumina de neon
respirand aerul greu cu miros de freon.

sa nu mai am un cip legat de fund
care ma urmareste intr-una ca in palma,
ci sa fiu eu, goala,
fara farduri, cu parul crescandu-mi pe picioare in falduri,
fara asorteuri, fara masca de doamna.

luna sa ma anunte ca e seara,
iubitii sa ma cheme prin semne afara
ca sa imi sparga ovulele,
sa imi suprime menstrele
si sa ma faca asa
cum Dumnezeu le spusese candva.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Timpul

Stau in fatza foii goale
Si-i zambesc din lacrima ce cade supta de pamant

De-ar putea ea sa-mi aduca orele,
Bataile pe care ei din mine-n fiecare zi le storc,
Iubirile care trec prin mine
Si niciodata nu se mai intorc,
Si sa ma faca doar atat:
Ceea ce sunt.

Dumnezeu mi-aluneca in palme
Ca un balon colorat de sapun
Iar eu, iubindu-va atat de mult,
Nu am drum, nu am timp, nu am ce sa va spun.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Clownul

Dare albe imi curg pe arcade
Ca varul unui clown;
Nisipul din vis imi spala cu spade
Orbitele golite de somn.

Taisuri imi tin obrajii de plastic
Agatati in suras;
Diagonale de gheata imi conserva sarcastic
Privirea cu scrasnet de ras.

Vantul ascuns ma joaca cu lame
Ce taie dreptunghiuri in mii de culori;
Tresariri ma trezesc cu ecouri de drame
Nedeslusiri fierbandu-mi in pori;

Triumful tau in forma de pagini
Nelinistit imi fosneste sub masti,
Batandu-mi dur si fierbinte acolo
Unde n-am sa stiu cine esti.

Caii de spuma lesinandu-mi in par,
Pe scena cu circ de provincii,
Ma scurg incet in adevar
Din ale tale vicii.

O urma stinsa pe trotuarul de ruj
Deruland fantasme in minte
Eu sunt, murdara de tus
Din ale tale cuvinte.

~lui Liviu Cosma
05.01.2009

Last night I dreamed the guy for whom I wrote this poem.
He humiliated me in reality, but in dream he had a 4-5 y.o. son who looked exactly like him and a blonde wife. I felt some kind of relief, but not much. All in all, it was a pleasant dream. Soothing.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Elsewhere...

It's time to move on!

Does this mean I wasn't good enough?
Dark hawk! I'm tired...
No, not of him... of you!...


What do you mean?
Write me a poem about me and I tell you...

...Rona - I don't mind if you call me this way when...
You obviously come on too strong!
...Have I ever said I don't like it?...


Chill out! I'm Jon, Jeremy, your scum!
The only thing is that I can't smell you...

I want you to prove me that you worth the time wasted!
...The time wasted!...
Kneel down!... no perversity here...
Really, think about it!
Don't encourage me to love him even more
In fact, I'd rather be dead!


It's the photos, believe me!

No...
...The attraction lies elsewhere…
...Elsewhere...

"Write me a poem"!

Why would I?
I'm nothing better than the poems in his eyes...
...Who are you anyway? The lesser of two evils?


No, I'm lord of the floating island
Teasing you
With pictures of bobbles,
With my English cradles.


Buy me a drink
And I'll make you the lord of my rings...


...This just makes me feel good about myself
In lyrics you're not paying attention!


I'm just some sort of confusion or something
How straight is that? Have you seen?...
...Should I be worried?...


That's the attitude you should have!
Stop writing poems! Stop writing them poems!
Or are you playing the role of victim with me?


No, I'm just trying to write what you've asked.

Only you're thinking of somebody else!...
Somebody else...
On this board?
Or the other?...


Please!
It's nothing wrong with that!


But it's nothing straight either!...
...It's just that you're huggable in a strange way
Trying to play with guys like me who patronise strange women...

What is your name anyway?

...Anyway...

...The attraction lies elsewhere...

...Elsewhere...

-To Bobby & Jon - 21 January 2007

http://board.muse.mu/showthread.php?t=41764&page=7

Friday, November 21, 2008

Pal

Vii de departe...
Privindu-ma, prin piele-ti intinzi radacini
Si, fara cunostinta, ma prinzi
Pe sub dealuri, tresarire si valuri,
In linistea ce palpaie atat de placut
A moarte,
Desprins parca dintr-o carte
Vii...

Sculptat in oase si ierni,
Parfumuri calde si reci imi asterni
Pe obrajii care nu mai stiu de mine,
Pe inima care nu ma mai tine
Cand iti vorbesc...

Nori si soare ma trec,
Orizontul se rastoarna si incordarea ma toarna,
Obrajii ca tortele
Mi se aprind,
Fiori
Mai presus, ma cuprind,
Venele topite ei mi le intind
Scurgandu-mi in pamant fortele...

Pal,
Dulce-amarui ca un migdal
Cu gust slab de ceara-
Un impuls ramas din visul de-aseara-
Nevazut,
Privindu-te scurt
Si luminandu-te mut
Sunt...

~lui Valeriu Stefan
21.11.2008

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Dimineata cu nor

Ma desfac de visul cu clesti;
Cruste de iubire las in urma, batand, ca un gat de pasare pierdut in iarba.
Rasaritul s-a lasat peste zvacnirile noptii
Ca un nor intins ce-mi netezeste mintile cu care tocmai trudisem din nou,
Neavand ce face,
Si-mi spune cald, din pata rosie de senin,
Pe nume,
Buna dimineata!

~lui Valeriu Stefan
28.10.2008

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Cameleonul

...Cursorul clipeste
Asteptandu-mi idilele
Povestile cresc odata cu milele
Si sangele impreuna cu zilele
Pe cursul carora l-am scurs...

...Nimic nu s-a dus
Din chipul tau demonic;
Genele m-au impresurat ironic
Clipind pe mine parsiv, cameleonic
Si degajand platonic
Timpul pierdut...

...O rugaciune-n absolut
A fost acest tablou
Din care ai lipsit ca un erou
Ridicat de istorii la rang de bibelou
Si imortalizat intr-o carte...

...Pusa deoparte
In cripta tesuturilor mele
Inrobite de dor indoindu-mi gleznele
Ingenunchindu-mi venele,
Meandrele, pantecele,
Margaritarele, descantecele,
Ciclurile, larvele,
Saliva si salbele
Pentru cand va fi sa vii
Si sa imi iei asa cum numai tu stii
Mintile...

~lui Radu Valentin Neagu
02.03.2008

Friday, February 29, 2008

Vis...

Mi-aduc aminte…
Era furtuna din ferestre.
Pe holurile incolonate, de umbra ta nu mai puteam sa ma ascund.
Pletele tale incrustate-n intuneric ne taiau calea
Amandurora,
Impotrivindu-ni-se ca o caracatita vie cu o mie de aburi.

Drumurile ne alunecau pe sub talpi
Cu eleganta sticlei topite in vitralii.
Fugeam in zadar parca,
Ajungand mereu la aceeasi rascruce de vanturi,
Tu si eu.
Aceeasi rotonda, aceleasi geamuri trantindu-se mai amenintator cu fiecare pas.
Regal, coridoarele gemeau sub presiunea furtunii,
Rasfrante, monumentale si reci,
Prea lungi pentru a ne permite sa trecem intr-o alta lume.

Tu sovaiai intre stapanire si sine,
Intre cei care ne priveau si momentul izbucnirii ce-avea sa vina dintr-o clipa in alta.
Cautam
Amandoi, dar fara stiinta unul de altul.
Grabita, apucandu-ti bratul cu mana mea dreapta,
Te-am tras spre fagurele etans
Unde, inchisi ca fluturii alesi pentru iarna,
Sa zabovim macar pana se va crapa de ziua.

Era cald acolo si plin de panze de paianjen.
Scarile curgeau umede in pamant
De sus, din balustrada ruginie, infipta adanc in bancile de lemn.
In sfarsit era liniste
Si ploaia nu ne mai cauta. Gol, nedumerit si sarutat de scanduri,
Printr-un hublou cascat atuncea parca,
Spre ceruri priveai.

Pe jos era doar praf
Iar pe peretii afumati, urme de creta; Mirosea a vin pastrat in carafe
Si a seu odinioara ars in lumanari.
Geamul scartaia nehotarat in balamale
Parca chemat de undeva din trupul tau.
O mie de aburi iti cresteau nedeslusit in par
Ademenind furtuna.

Speram sa nu fii chiar tu acela
Si ma rugam,
Incercand sa inteleg mesajul scrijilit in lemn
Ce se topea dulceag sub coapsele tale furate de umbre.
Tu ma priveai
Iar eu iti citeam rand cu rand, cu degetele,
Ca un orb, privindu-te.
Era rugaciunea pe care mi-o facusem de cu seara
In camera mea cu jaluzele vechi si asternuturi albastre.

~lui Radu Valentin Neagu
28.02.2008

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Oh, what a dream!

I was with my coworkers, running on some buildings like the ones in Brandon Lee's movie - the Crow (that I watched before getting asleep). Radu was there as well. He was on the other side of the building and I couldn't reach him.

On the building there were some computers too and a round table. The firm had some guests or something and Radu was responsible for them. He was tired and at some point he burst, yelling that he doesn't make extrahours anymore.

It was dark there, a kind of electricity break and suddenly after he yelled the building was shed into light.

My coworkers laughed and said that he should've yelled earlier, since all his wishes come true. (This must be the fact that I associate him with Jesus).

Then he sit near a female coworker and they seemed so close, although I declared in the office that he is my mate. The people around me asked me if I am sure of what I am saying and I wasn't sure anymore.

That woman looked rather like Dana than like Chuckles. He spent a lot of time with her, laughing, but then he left home alone (like he does with Chuckles).

Suddenly he appeared in a hospital room where I was going to have a herniated disc surgery. He was dressed in a white gown and was a medical assistant.

I talked to him a lot about teeth, his teeth were looking rather strange, but he said that he feels all right with them, but not as ok as some might think. He laughed, I laughed, it was a relaxed conversation. (see his real problems with the teeth, the disease of the other teen and the baby sitter thing that continues below):

A female doctor appeared and she said that I should get ready for the surgery. I was dressed like shit and I didn't take a shower those days, so I was stinky and my hair on my legs was pretty long. (see my hair complex).

I asked him what's his role in the surgery and he said that he will make me the anaesthesia injection and I was thinking: so what if that is made into the leg? He will see some hairy dirty legs. (see that inferior race thing that you accused me of).

I went to the bathroom and I was sitting there very long. I took a narcotic myself in order to relax (see the Xanax that I used to take in order to relax in his presence).

I went out of the bathroom and the doc said that I should hurry. Radu was pretty smiley and said that everything will be all right. I told to the doc that I took another analgesic and she said that it's ok, that they won't combine. Then the dream got cut.

Now I was with Radu at a party. We were supposed to dance, but a couple near us started to gasp and I could see with my bare eyes that they were having sex.

Radu was sitting on a chair with flowers (like those ones at the party) and I was sitting on him, but with my back turned to him. We were looking into a big mirror.

I asked him: what are they doing there? (those two people who had sex).

He didn't answer, but he took his dick off, he spread my legs and he put it in me. It wasn't big, it was pretty flabby and I didn't feel anything. He got in and out for just about three times, then he cum, but not really in me. He cum all over that chair. It was A LOT of sperm there.

Then he left for a few seconds and my American bf appeared like a shadow and told me: so what are you doing now? Take his sperm and put it inside of you! You said you want his kid! (The American dude actually said that back then when he couldn't fuck me proper, saying that he wants my kids).

I had a piece of paper in my hand, trying to put the sperm in it, but I couldn't, because it was slipping down. I started to play with it like I battered the dought and the sperm got thicker and thicker and the spermatozoids became visible, moving their tails. I kissed it and I swallowed some.

Radu came back and he said: c'mon, kiss it and take it, I thought you liked it. Then he looked at me and smiled sad and bitter: is this a couple to you? (meaning that I want to make and raise the kid alone, just taking his sperm).

I didn't say anything and my mouth was full of clammy sperm.

He said: come here, let me kiss you! He kissed me, but he swallowed sperm instead of being a real kiss. He choked with it and said, laughing: "I can't even kiss you".

Afterwards, I was ashamed to take his sperm and to put it inside of me.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Happy Birthday!

Well Happy Birthday my Bobby
I haven't been here in time to say it to you,
To let you know if you're still making my dreams
After the long ban that I was going through.

It's been a year now, my dear
Since I fell for your tennis ball,
When I was writing poems in English
Instead of entertaining a Romanian boy doll.

Now my days are not very different
Though people don't call me "nuts" anymore
Because the guy is in my office
And the virtual turned into something so sore.

So what if he doesn't waste a spittle on me
And for nothing I keep writing him poems?
For the people around he's still so real, you see,
Even though you and me conjoined two kingdoms.

The fact that he's at a few meters distance
Makes him more real than all the dreams that we've had
When ideally we pictured each other
Hanging night and day on a thread.

Our souls were beating through wires
Flesh and blood symbolised by a shiver of mind
Coalesced thrills ablazing abstract desires
A combination of prayer and fraud.

Now I am back to gather the echoes
Left behind our traces of steam
Light fingers sublimating the meanings
Of the everlasting love theme.


~to Crazy Bob
26.12.2007

Monday, December 24, 2007

Poveste de iarna

Te-ai inchis
Si ca o floare de iarna cernind
Respiri
Neatins

Cu privirea plutind
In plasma lichenilor ce beau rasina de brad
Din cetini sfarsite,
Cu arta,
Aluneci

Timid, cu halouri de gand
Hranesti insingurat
Paduri albe de zapada

Nedeslusiri din tine cresc
Cand umbra-ti sovaie ca a unui mesteacan
Cantat la pianul lumilor tale

Din vreascul datinilor,
Supus luminii retrase in reflectii,
Nasti in amurg
Calendare

Perenitati ti-aluneca discret
Printre degetele ce tin
Infinitul

Nedumerit,
Necunoscut si smerit,
Daruiesti zi de zi
Cu credinta
Albastrul

~lui Radu Neagu
19.12.2007

Calugarul

Radu e calugar vechi,
N-are ochi, n-are urechi;
Femeile le detesta
Ca sa nu-i joace vreo festa.

El ar vrea la manastire,
Sa filozofeze-n tihna
Dar statul a zis ca n-are
Locuri multe de odihna.

Lui ii place doar natura
Pe care o protejeaza
Cand in coada la email
Lozinci el isi ataseaza.

Barbisonul de savant
Il face si mai pedant
Cand, idealist si-n gol,
El fumeaza un Pall Mall.

Pletele le da-ntr-o parte
Ca noi sa cadem pe spate
Cand, inalt si fara tzel,
Se remarca numai El.

Blondut si cu ochi albastri,
E frumos de iti ia gandul;
Craci inalti si drepti el are
Si un mers gingas ca vantul.

Visator si volatil
E pictura, din profil,
Ca icoanele cu sfinti
Ce le vedeam la parinti.

Trist si mai tot timpul mut
Nu raspunde la salut,
Ci cand vede-o vietate
Iese pe-acolo prin spate.

Si ca sa evite show-ul
Ne tot minte cu-o gagica
Pe care cica-o iubeste...
De cand era foarte mica.

Noi am inghitit galusca
Si-l privim doar de departe
Cum nurii ii curg din ingeri
Si il fac asa aparte.

Insa scunda vietate
Care sta acolo-n spate
In biroul de la SMAUT,
L-a luat mai cu asalt.

Prefacuta si-ndrazneata,
A dat cartile pe fatza.
Cu el iese la tigara
Pe noi sa ne bage-n boala.

El a rezistat putzin
Fumand singur dupa usa,
Dar pustoaica pofticioasa
A luat forma de capusa.

Il distreaza cu emailuri
Si ii canta-n a lui struna,
Trepidand ca veverita
Si zicandu-i "pofta buna!"

Pizza ea lui ii comanda
Si cu zambete-l rasfata
Dandu-i cu cate o palma
Asa-n gluma, peste fatza.

Iar in celalalt birou
Nebuna cu parul lung
Cand vede toate acestea
Plange surd si indelung.

Ca acum se face anul
De cand s-a rugat de el
Incercand cu dans si versuri
Sa-l induplece nitzel.

Dar atat de rasfatat
Cu iubire si poeme,
Speriat si agasat
El zice ca n-are scheme.

Este foarte deranjat
De atentii si de-o poza;
Serios si imbufnat,
Zici ca este o mimoza.

De gluma el nu prea stie
Si e foarte-nspaimantat;
Cand primeste-o poezie
Crede ca e violat.

Viata lui e-o cazemata
Umpluta cu puf si vata
Unde nimeni nu-i lasat
Sa vorbeasca ne-ntrebat.

Insa de cealalta parte
Chiar daca e tras pe sfoara,
Simte-atractia mortala
Si ramane-n pielea goala.

Cand, bolnav, a atipit,
Pustoaica il paraseste
Ca sa mearga la distractii
Si s-agate si pe altii.

Vulnerabil si virgin,
Timid si-adolescentin,
El se da barbat destept
Ce ia viata drept in piept.

Dar, lipsit de etalon,
E finut ca un soson
Si concesii face-n graba,
Injectat fiind cu otrava.

Melancolic si senin,
El o sa si-o ia din plin
Cand in lant se va trezi
Si umplut de bucurii.

Asta este doar o gluma
Sper ca n-ai sa te razbuni,
Ci vom fi vechii prieteni
Nevorbind de 9 luni.

~lui Radu Neagu
18.12.2007

Saturday, December 15, 2007

In zori

Zorii-au fost coborati azi in berna,
Legati ca o piatra de hotar
De ochii tai si ai ei, privindu-se.

Soarele si-a amanat inflacararea din inalt
Pentru o data care va fi anuntata ulterior;
Stelele cresc, departarile plang,
Pasii ma restrang
Cazand intamplator.

Dumnezeu, abuzat de creionul meu,
Va rade-acum, eliberat, pe buze.
Colturile de unde printr-o masca veche va priveam
Aluneca, difuze.

Incet si trecand rand pe rand la secret
Gandurile-mi iau forma strazii pasilor vostri;
Ulceroase si asortate cu noaptea,
Ele se scufunda impacat in noroiul rece,
Impingand de acolo de undeva, spre zari, rasaritul.

~lui Radu Neagu si Ramona Prodan 15.12.2007

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