Poetry Pages

Jan Skácel - The dead (Mrtví) Our dead are all the time along Thus we can never be alone And they come here like shadows In their hair ash and clay of meadows Their faces are like erased But we're by mutual knowledge graced After the cornflowers of last summer's spell Their hands very faintly smell ...

A rusty tractor Wants to be a conractor For a reactor But the huge reactor Does not deem the poor tractor As benefactor He is just too weak To work hard the entire week In the huge plant's reek So the old tractor Became a good contractor For the town's pastor He distributes And also well contributes...

(Smutná ranná električka) A sad streetcar in the morning I'm within I'm within Fully imprisoned In its glass coffin The mournful bells ring before us The mournful bells ring also behind The mournful bells in sad session A mournful funeral procession Whenev'r I come to you Whenev'r I come before your...

A bottle of stale ale Can't decide whether it's male Or rather female When it wasn't yet stale He felt to be rather male Now she feels female An abstaining whale Who doesn't drink any ale Means he may be male But a boozy snail Who does not like the stale ale Thinks she is female At last a wise pail ...

Jan Skácel - A song about the closest guilt (Píseň o nejbližší vině (Dávné proso - 1981)) There is a spring replete with blood And everyone has drunk of it And someone killed only a sparrow And someone horribly offended And afterwards he repented And let the water his palms stain And watched it agai...

A mild acolyte Became a fierce proselyte To obtain more light He is frustrated By way the Church curated And he was rated His condemnation Means eternal damnation Without salvation He didn't get woman With a naked abdomen As the faith omen But he did find Peace and freedom of mind And faith that is ...

A drunk computer Scrapped his advanced new scooter Wounding commuter Annoyed commuter Threatens to sue computer Calling him looter But the computer Blames his GPS router Who didn't switch hooter The accused router Says that the drunk computer Didn't brake the scooter At last computer Paid the wounde...

In my ancient pail I found a little pretty whale Playing with a snail But the wicked snail Abuses the little poor whale With his rusty nail If he doesn't behave I will throw him to the cave Or some musty grave He's afraid of cave Let alone a musty grave And tries to behave So in my old pail Plays a ...

My ancient orchard Right behind my backyard Now becomes but junkyard Where you may once find The old junk of any kind That can come to mind [*] I bribed a mustard With a piece of faked wild card To cleanup that junkyard But it is too hard For a poor ancient mustard To make clean the yard [*] An old ...

Well, quite a controversial stuff, I admit. I myself don't think it's very good - indeed the words are too big and there is little (if any) poetry in it. But, as I said - sorry, sometimes I just can't help it ...

If our Creator
Is love'n'peace generator,
Hate suffocator

How can he sustain
All this world's strain
And the millions slain ?

If this world's tension
Is part of his intention
Why this pretention ?

[I'm sorry, Mr.bags123 ... just couldn't help it]

A worn anorak Discovered that his ancient truck Got a serious crack He is really struck By such a batch of bad luck For his rusty truck In utter despair He tries some available repair With nothing to spare With a band-aid Obtained from his loving maid He tries some first aid It is understood That de...

An old paradigm Somehow lost her only dime In the pail of slime She sits on the lime Peering straight into the slime But can't see the dime Jumping from the lime She should dive into the slime To retrieve her dime But worn paradigm Could not dive into the slime Even in her prime So she hired a snail...

A pail of mustard Would like to play with faked card Thus become more smart She is too honest Doesn't want to foul her own nest So it's tough request Her husband custard Does not think it is so hard To play with faked card In their own backyard He copulates with a lard Who is not too smart That gave...

A slim trunk of junk Wants to learn how to slamdunk Thus increase his spunk He pays an old skunk Who coaches the team of gunk And is always drunk He tries really hard To jump up the required yard Aided by a faked card But it's understood He can't make more than a foot There is no dispute So the drun...