Marieta Maglas Poems

When those victims of racism are cruelly abused,
Their faces look so sad and they don't know they are used.
A fear of things makes them inept to protect their space.
Sometimes, they die in search for another dwelling place.
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Your words kill my reality
and divide it into
forgotten fragments
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The moon rising from the water is not wet. Yet, it is like
those wet, sitting stones that are beaten by the waves.

Rising from that horizon, which looks like a moving stone
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The words slipped
From memories
Searching for a lost dream,
That unrepeatable dream.
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In the mirror of her green-
an opened eye,

The sky is still high
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Like the blue moon, Venus means delight.
Befits a shining star in the night~
It's time for tenderness and love.
So jealous, Mars gazes from above.
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Green in the frozen snow,
paralyzed as in a blind panic,
as near death—
divine eyes clouding over;
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The sadness of perfecțion
slips out of the unconscious.
Becomes deep atonal overtones
when the angular lines of the fingers
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Flamingos survive in the causticity of the volcanic lakes.
Their beaks skim tiny algae from the water's surface
And watch out for predators like jackals to make
Their mud-cone nest and to hold the eggs in that space.
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At night, the green moon
meets Aurora; the sun rays~
color reflection.
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