The Flute Of My Childhood
I can hear at
night
The flute from
my childhood.
From the place I
come.
This is my
native sound,
The melody in my
heart.
I Wish To Come Back
(childhood ends
one day)
Little happy
caterpillar on the stem
and ladybugs on
the glorious
China rose
petals
climbing all the
way to the terrace
that burst
vigorous scent
in the morning.
Mom was sitting
on the bench.
weaving her
magic into tiny knots
of a very new
crispy-white doily
while chatting
with the next-door neighbors.
They shared
small daily worries;
what happened or
what did not
here and there…
Mom was
entwining with her hands
one talk into
one knot and then
into another;
and again,
one talk into
one knot and another…
Repeating all to
the end.
In the early
evening,
a happy bunch of
noisy kids
used to gather
jumping through a rope.
We played ball,
hide-and-seek,
or chased
fireflies in the worm summer nights.
Later on, all
fathers one after another
whistled to us
to come home. Yap!
We used to call
it
“Our fathers’
midnight serenâda”
we were the
kids; they were the adults. So…
There was no
internet, no cell phones,
only a simple
joyful dinner in front
of a
black-and-white TV.
Mom used to
sing. Dad used to set
his bike for the
next day
right in the
corner, close to the door.
He always argued
about something
that was said in
the latest news report.
I went to sleep
dreaming
to grow and
become an adult
with no
play-time restrictions.
Back then, this
was my happy and simple childhood.
I did not feel
how my dream came true,
And the careless
days came to the end.
Now, here I
am...an adult
and a mail-man
with bills takes his part.
So, when I go to
sleep every night,
I wish to come
back to this careless time
and never to
grow up. Fact!
Oh, my childhood
friends, back me up!
Who will argue
with me? C’est la vie!
Kiss From My Childhood
It is the
precious kiss in my butterfly childhood -
The kiss that I
always desire, innocent, shy and beautiful;
And by which all
my life was inspired.
We were two
neighboring kids - he was five, I was six.
It was a kiss
very quick, no discussion.
I still feel on
my chick this innocent passion.
I know that he
still loves me! I have million butterflies’ insight
When he comes
home every night;
When he plays
‘hide-and-seek’ with our beautiful child.
I know, he still
wants me like he’s wanted me once THEN!
His innocent,
beautiful kiss started a fire.
I still madly
desire this grown-up busy man.
Watermelon Summer Nights
It’s a
harvesting time.
In our small
town, the end of each summer
Comes with
plenty of velvety nights.
Parents become
one more time
Little girls and
boys carving watermelons,
Eating the flesh
of the fruit from inside
Just with a
spoon. Their children are jumping around
Inpatient,
warring not to be late for the fun.
Flocks of kids
run on the streets
With lanterns in
their hands
Made from large
watermelons
And candles
burning inside.
Some carry
sparkling jars full of fireflies.
Happy kids
lighten the streets,
Stopping at each
other’s house.
Neighbors switch
off the lights
To enjoy these
funny creations of art.
There must be
some magic in the hanging ropes
Moms and dads
turn into best parents of all.
Only in this
time of the year,
Moms are not
calling for dinner.
It seems that
the time disappears.
The clocks are
not working well (Of course!)
Nobody goes to
sleep early in the end of summer.
The whole
neighborhood has incredible fun.
Oh, yes! Even
dough I am a long-time adult,
Tonight on my
front porch, I set a watermelon lantern
And switched off
the lights, just in case
My childhood
runs by. But this is secret, all right?
PETROUCHKA ALEXIEVA
Miss PETROUCHKA ALEXIEVA: “You must
face life obstacles with strength and dedication, but healthy dosage of humor
is the best weapon to survive” (P. Alexieva). Ms Alexieva is known as a
well-developed LOVE poetry and a feminist writer, a guest-lecturer, academic
mentor, key note speaker, TV talent and a highly recognized scholar. She was
first published at age of 16 in the national poetry magazine “Rodna Rech”,
Bulgaria. She is a Cum Laude graduate at CSULA (2009) and “All American Scholar
Award“recipient (2008). She is a life-time member of four distinguished scholar
societies. Ms. Alexieva’s poems appeared every Wednesday on ”Daheli Live!” TV show. Ms. Alexieva speaks 8+ languages.
Her literary, scholarly and photo-documentaries were highlighted in academic
publishing, anthologies, feminist magazines, newspapers, opening ceremonies and
numerous open mics in USA, Australia, Hungary, Romania, Transylvania, Bulgaria.
Her lectures and poetry writings include, but not limited to ethnic cultures,
ethnomusicology, and Japanese Tanka, as well. Most of them relates to women in
traditional perspective, gender identity and contemporary feminism. She worked
tirelessly with gifted and talented children – in ICAF, NASA, Visa Olympics and
more. For her outstanding life-long honorary achievements, Ms.
Alexieva’s name was included two times among the most distinguished Earth’s
citizens list of NASA’s Mars Exploration Rover (2003) capsule and Science
Laboratory Rover (2011) list, for which she has awarded with honorable certificates,
as well. Her poem “My Gypsy Soul” dedicated to Sally Ride, the first American
female astronaut, was recently selected for “Message in the Bottle"
program of NASA's Europa Clipper Mission.
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