luni, 25 ianuarie 2016

Tehnici de redactare



Tehnicile de redactare,
În comunicare,
Se nasc doar în dormitoare
Printre coapsele tale,
Șoapte monumentale
Și sărutări letale...
Doi vagabonzi pe alei de așternuturi
Călătorind spre Rai prin curcubee de fluturi.

vineri, 22 ianuarie 2016

Acrostih



As vrea sa te simt in mine,
Sa simt cum corpul meu se topeste sub buzele-ti fine;
Vreau sa te vreau, vreau sa ma vrei,
Realitatile noastre sa le contopim in vise ,
Esente de animi denudate de noi si de piei,
Asfintite in simturi bete la picioarele muzei trimise;
Sa ne pierdem ratiunea cu atingeri diafane,
Alunecand printre serafice placeri...
Te-ai intronat pe meleaguri profane,
Enuntand creatia in ale ochilor gemete si taceri.
Sublima-ti silueta de pe jilt domina condeiu-mi dornic
In slove ce de-acum devin a vremilor pecete
Muritor am fost, datorita tie acum zeu haotic…
Toarna-te in fiinta-mi si-n vene, lasa-ti umbra din mine sa se desfete,
Irealul fa-l nectar infinit si da-mi-l cu nesat sa-l sorb,
Neantul creator transforma-l in ambrozie sa-mi potoleasca foamea de tine,
Mai da-mi un sarut cu el timpul sa-l facem orb,
In vreme ce totul in jur devine.
Nebunul pe regina sau poetul pe muza dorea?
Ea sa il simta pe el, el sa se simta....in ea.

Vine o zi



Vine o zi
Cand Qvo Vadis Papyrum devine logic;
Vineri e o zi
In care duci cu hartia razboiul psihologic;
Vinegreta, in acea zi,
Iti poarta gandul pe drumul alogic;
Vinecior ti-e tenul pentru vecinicia de o zi –
O fi gerul sau El ce hulpav musca din tine antologic?

BASIC Love



5 LET PLACE = HERE
10 PRINT “THERE’S NO LOVE HERE”; U$
20 LET LOVE = N
30 IF N = 0 THEN ADD LOVE
40 LET LOVE = EXIST
50 PRINT “LOVE EXISTS”; U$
60 NEXT I
70 LET CLEM = UNIQUE
80 PRINT “CLEM HAS APPEARED”; U$
90 LET LOVE = N
100 IF N = 1 THEN ADD LOVE UNTIL N = INFINITY
110 LET LOVE = INFINITY
120 PRINT “LOVE IS INFINITE”; U$
130 NEXT I
140 IF LOVE = INFINITY THEN GO TO CLEM
150 PRINT “TRANSFERING LOVE TO CLEM”; U$
160 LET LOVE = CLEM
170 NEXT I
180 LET PLACE = HERE
190 PRINT “LOVE IS HERE”; U$
200 PRINT “LOVE IS CLEM”; U$
210 IF LOVE = INFINITY TO CLEM THEN GO TO REALITY
220 THEN ADD HAPPINESS
230 ELSE GO TO 5
240 END

marți, 5 ianuarie 2016

Ouija

A voice from the shadows fills the air
It freights the heart and puts rational mind to despair
Her words come blunt, truthfully and weighty
Heed the sapience even when is naughty

Graphics and symbols engraved
On paths shady enlightened
By magic of the fallen paved
With gates and keepers darkened

A band of spirits the deed enact
So the mortals can contact
The undead and the departed
The unknown….and the retarded

God and Satan are debating
If it’s the echo of a forgery
But we find them guns calibrating
When the naked truth reveals its mystery

Science and religion are antiques
When developing new techniques
Thru mists and witchcraft you are reborn
By the gracious god’s quill and his sinning thorn

Fathom everything with grace
While you seek the god
No mask can hide your taint
But for getting his embrace
Enthrall the perky muse on the forsaken rod
To rotten the new aphrodisiac saint

There is the foulest of decisions
When waste becomes from diamonds and gold
The corpse of the quill carries obsessions
Everyone will greedy taste
Panting hard and deep losing their chaste
As you, with last breath, to him thy soul you’ve sold

Your body is a vestige of a primal
Hymn of tears, death, and blood
Into a ravishing juice melting grotesque
Of delirious ambrosia and acidic nectar
When is caressed and bitten feral
Bones are cleaned to the thrill an exotic mood
Offered on the boiled altar
Horny-skinned token of unholy picturesque

Note 1: Written on 22 September 2014 for the upcoming "Epitaph of the Decayed Quill" project, dedicated to Sylvia Plath.

Note 2: The poem is the winner, by community choice, in the prompt competition "Game" of The Reverie Journal

You can find the poem published in The Reverie Journal's e-page following the link:

 http://thereveriejournal.com/2016/01/10/ouija-by-vlad-teodor-pectu/