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  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;
  God"s 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.
  Who"s not in shackles pays for credit.
  Who"s not on mortgage that"s to edit
  His history with IRS -
  And it"s no easy game of chess.
  Who"s 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 don"t worry.
  In years to come
  I"ll 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
   There"s to be action.
  The King of Heav"ns, 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 fisher"s 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, you"re 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.
  I"m vain, it"s curious how the Christian,
  If to suppose this supposition -
  Can love the earthly, can fear death.
  It"s 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
  You"re saint Nevadian melodist.
  Nevada! That"s 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.
  It"s glory of e-books and phones,
  It"s leisure of the goofs and lones
  Who are last saints of sinful age -
  It has a proof in Lord"s adage.
   16th of April, 2008.
  
  0009 To Nevadian Poets.
  "Ne vada" means that "it will do".
  That"s old Italian, and that"s true.
  Nevada"s 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.
  You"re 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 you"re 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.
  He"s either silent or the vocal
  To hail the world with him in tow.
  He"s president like was his father.
  He"s 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 -
  There"s rather complicated task in
  The contemplation of the world
  Well-boyed one, and the one well-girled.
  The poetry"s sophistication
  Of speech in ways of its creation.
   18th of April, 2008.
  
  0015
  I"m 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.
  I"m singer of Saint Icons willing.
  I love my God, He"s blessing me.
  You don"t 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 ev"n in Prussian
  Beatifies my sinful heart.
  It"s chart of glory- Great The Chart.
   18th of April, 2008.
  
  0017
  I"m Apologia of Sin
  That"s e"er to loose, and ne"er to win.
  I"m smoking, drinking on occasion,
  I"m superstitious, I"m 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
  There"s 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 His Bride.
   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 devil"s evil.
  That"s all I know of life of mine -
  Thou, God! - art my, and I am Thine.
  That"s 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
  What"s love? And is it rather question?
  Or only silly protestation
  Against the rules, against the fate,
  Against the calendar and date.
  I know what"s love - it"s resurrection,
  It"s food for soul, it"s God"s protection
  On every element around.
  I know what"s 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 that"s 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 Icon"s Saint, where candle"s waxy,
  Where priest is rev"rend to his flock,
  Where prophets, healers, hermits walk
  To Heavens within Church of God,
  Where Scripture"s 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.
  What"s credit card but bit of plastic?
  What"s pile of bills but lot of paper?
  What"s being poor? - We"ll 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
  It"s 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, it"s 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
  Don"t 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 I"ve 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 ev"n to be defamed
  For clear mind and for stable reason,
  If even he is Muslim, Heathen,
  More over if he"s Prophet Saint
  Without stains of any taint.
  Peacemakering I know my stuff -
  It"s 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 it"s to save the many lives.
  I met her, we exchanged few words,
  She disappeared, I was in torts,
  But soon acquired the inner peace -
  I"m 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
  It"s hurtful to the ways of love
  If you don"t 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 we"re hermits, and when doving.
   21st of April, 2008.
  
  0031
  I love the world when I"m alone,
  The loneliness is cornerstone
  Of wakefulness for fine the feeling.
  When I"m in crowd - I hit the ceiling.
  I"m 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
  It"s 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 can"t sleep at the night
  Snoring my way through its hours.
  Instead I"m 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! You"re soundish egg
  That"s strong a soul but weak a leg.
  But one a day your leg be nice -
  It when you"ll come to paradise.
  You"ll 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 being"s all for better
  When you"re online, when you"re 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 wisdom"s 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 we"re
  It"s 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 -
  They"re wise, and healthy, sweet, and fine -
  They"re ever-new to every ear -
  They"re brave, and to defeat the fear -
  They"re free to rise to Kingdom come -
  They"re yours and mine - they"re wisdom"s sum.
   29th of April, 2008.
  
  0007
  I hear the voice of world Divine.
  It"s prayer pure of yours and mine.
  It"s freedom calling to release
  The soul immortal just to please
  Saint Trinity of Holy God.
  It"s healthy life. It"s 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. There"s in their Will
  God"s 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 he"s 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 it"s weak.
  The pomp, and glory, and disdain
  Are death, unrightfulness and pain.
   29th of April, 2008.
  
  0011
  Lipetsk"s and Tambov"s potato,
  And the Krasnodar"s tomato
  Soon are to adorn my table.
  It"s the real, it"s 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 Winter"s Tale. III, 3, 110.
  Too many times I thought -
  "O, what to do with rhyme?"
  For there"s the whole good lot
  Rolls around in lifetime.
  Just thing is just to write
  Ode for Divinity.
  Hope is a Zion"s 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 I"m saying firm -
  My life is Christ - I"m 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.
  You"re mother"s old, your father"s dead.
  Your glorious name is joy unsad.
  You"re artist, painter, poet, Christian.
  You know your way, you know your mission.
  You blessed old Moscow with your presence.
  You are old friend, it"s 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 it"s 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?
  It"s known to Abel, not to Cain.
  It"s God, the virtue, blessing, cross.
  It"s what I have and had when was
  The lover, husband, father, now
  I"m 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.
  I"m 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 soul"s immortal as has been.
   30th of April, 2008.
  
  0018
  I"m like the child that don"t know why
  Now wants to laugh, then wants to cry.
  It"s not hysterics, not the drugs,
  It"s not the dream about the thugs.
  It"s day-by-day my way of being,
  Of singing, praying, thinking, sinning.
  And only death will stop me where
  I"m not all me, I"m 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 hae enough of smart
  Though right the sort if ony.
  
  0020
  Looking back at life of mine
  I"m 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
  I"m not always feeling fine.
   18th of May, 2008.
  
  0021
  The King of kings, the Lord of lords -
  He is The Sovereign of all words
  The Saint and wicked that to come
  To Judgment His. There will be some
  That won"t be judged, they"re above law,
  They"re law itself - The Gospel. So
  Who by the Word of God will live
  The final mercy to receive.
   25th of May, 2008.
  
  0022
  I"m tired of the supposition
  That Christian faith is superstition.
  That everywhere on the earth
  The Christian teaching"s void and false.
  There is The Church, I know it well,
  There is The God, there is the hell.
  I"m 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.
  I"m married, separated, mad -
  That"s 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 I"m looking for and dare.
  The altars, priests, and sinners all
  Is Church, is One, is one the whole.
  We"re borne, we"re living and we"re dying
  And when we sin the angel"s 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 there"s no death
  In Christ - there"s only life to bless
  The day I was borne. Know, my friend,
  That there"s beginning, but no end.
   24th of May, 2008.
  
  0026
  I know best way to save my soul.
  It"s not the drugs nor rock-n-roll.
  It"s purity of life in God
  That Christian has, but not the sod.
  We drink, we eat, we"re watching movies,
  We jive, skydive, we"re 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 I"m disabled and I"m weak
  Because before I was such freak.
   24th of May, 2008.
  
  0028
  Maria, daughter, my dear soul! -
  You"re life is simple. So don"t fall!
  The sin is punishment - it"s 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 you"ll 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 love"s thing that if it dies
  Then resurrects in person.
   28th of May, 2008.
  
  0030
  When I die what you will say?
  Game is over? He"s no more?
  There is nothing to deplore?
  Be with him that that there may?
  When I die do close my eyes.
  Game is over. I"m 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
  I"m 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.
  I"m 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 Heav"nly song 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 people"s joy
  It"s 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
  Which"s human"s fate, and God"s donation.
   3rd of June, 2008.
  
  0040
  My eyes agleam with Heav"nly flame
  When I am soul of mine to tame
  To chastity that"s 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.
  He"ll all explain in parting hour
  From life of here to future our.
   3rd of June, 2008.
  
  0041
  I"m mad as maddest loony-bin
  And I have nothing there to win.
  And dooms of fortune do 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.
  It"s 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 can"t be found without fight
  Against the vice of devil"s might.
   3rd of June, 2008.
  
  0044
  It"s music that adorns our being
  In grief and merry-making feeling.
  It"s 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 there"s no music - it is hell -
  For it"s no place for soul to dwell.
   3rd of June, 2008.
  
  0045
  I"m dunce and dumb though duly skilled
  To be with inspiration filled.
  My songs are stupid, yes they are -
  For I"m no wise, and I"m no star
  Of wisdom that is obliged to
  The worldly ways be holding true.
  I"m fool for Christ, I"m not alone
  In now-a-days, in days to come.
   3rd of June, 2008.
  
  0046
  I"m on the vigil to foretell
  The ways of paradise and hell.
  I"m 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 I"m 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.
  It"s 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 I"m no genius at all
  I know the way
  Where stale and dirty
  Won"t 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 don"t be same, The Poet!
  You"ll see the light in misery.
  You"ll 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 Noah"s 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 didn"t loved
  That didn"t 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
  I"m 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 I"m not
  Forget me but don"t curse -
  And even if you"ll 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
  There"s God, there"s devil,
  There"s 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, it"s 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.
  Who"s 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 don"t cry about me.
  I"ll be happiest thing
  Or old egg or the blighter
  Who to come to the Judgment -
  The Judgment I love
  For there"s 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.
  It"s not the earthly grace -
  It"s written in the Heaven.
  Our women were as beautiful
  As flowers
  Of Paradise.
   7th of June, 2008.
  
  #17
  When angels sing
  There"s silence on the Earth.
  When devils curse
  There"s mutiny and chaos.
  I hear the angel only rarely
  Most often it the devils.
  But ne"er the less, but ne"er the less -
  When angels sing...
   7th of June, 2008.
  
  #18
  I will live long enough
  For just to die.
  It"s obvious for me
  And for Heaven.
  And spent force on the Earth
  I will see Paradise,
  I"ll 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,
  You"re Alexandra for The Church
  Where you"re 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
  You"re 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
  I"m 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
  I"m 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 they"re 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 Heav"nly Father,
  Virgin Mary and Lord Jesus Christ.
  By miracle this Icon
  Was found on day
  When Czar resigned from power
  And so now Russia"s 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.
  It"s 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 but 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 that"s 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, I"m never
  But we"re 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
  It"s a sin
  To have no love.
  It"s a sin
  To have no faith.
  It"s a bliss
  To be alone.
  It"s a bliss
  To have no place.
   8th of June, 2008.
  
  #37
  Austere the stare
  Of devote
  Is not unfairness
  Of bigot.
  It"s look of mild
  And full surprise
  Austere the stare
  Of Mary"s eyes.
   9th of June, 2008.
  
  #38
  My sins will kill me one a day
  Till then I"ll live in comfort full.
  I was no wise, but only fool
  That has his song to sing and play.
  I"m sly ev"n 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
  I"m sinner - one inveterate.
  I could have been the poet - one of Great.
  But I became the singer of
  The songs I"m getting from above.
  There"s no the greatness just the duty
  Of cracked a mug, of spilled a pewter-
  The uselessness of nothingness.
  I"m 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 can"t 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 poet"s you.
   9th of June, 2008.
  
  #42
  The love forever is and be
  And if you love from death you"re 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 it"s nice.
   9th of June, 2008.
  
  #43
  I love my God, it"s awful truth.
  It"s 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, let"s finish book.
  The inspiration"s strange the brook.
  It"s holy spring of water clear
  If poet had his Godly fear.
  If no - it"s puddle, mud and ocean
  Of disrespect of due devotion
  Of God, who Love is, who"s the Poet
  Of all creation aye and so it.
   9th of June, 2008.
  
  #45
  What"s neoclassicism? It"s thought"s 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.
  It"s always new, it"s never old and stale,
  It takes the soul on risky bail
  To keep it safe in day and night.
  It"s Word of God, it"s pow"r 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 lyre"s about to get calm.
  Book"s finished. And there is no qualm
  About the future - it is modest,
  It"s not the hit, the one of hottest.
  It"s 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!
  Christ Resurrected And We"ll Resurrect!
  Sergey Streltsov.
  
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