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FELIX RIAN Constantinescu, Scriitor zidindu-si mincea...

24 v 2021 FCGRHa?ieganul Cuprins: 3, Yin -versuri- 1997+2016 4, CRUCEA DE CETINA 2016+2017 5. The Empty Train by Felix Rian Constantinescu 2017+2019 6. THAT LAZY HUMMING BIRD. To Kate Wolf (2014+2019) 3, Yin -versuri- 1997+2016

4, CRUCEA DE CETINA

Felix Rian Constantinescu 2016

În memoria Masacrului sovietic de la Fântâna Alba din ziua de 1 aprilie 1941.

Drum printre mitraliere

Pelerini prin câmp Mergem spre moarte Diavolul sfânt Ne-ngroapa în carte Iara murim Dalbi ghiocei

În ro?u tarâm Iata-ne miei.

Tortura

Sabia îmi spinteca ochii Sabia îmi spinteca pieptul Cre?te plânsul mamei Dochii Mi-am pierdut în lume dreptu ?i de-o fiu sa fiu pamânt Nu-s pamânt de ro?u vis Voi sa ?ti?i bietu-mi cuvânt Ci-s pamânt negru ucis.

Luminii

Tu lumina luminata Ochi de zeu palma stelata Spune-mi mie cin' ?i-i tata Odata sau Niciodata?

Ca de când nu te-am vazut ?i de când nu te-am privit Mama s-o facut naut Bucovina o murit.

75 000

Am plecat în lumea mare Bucovina-i ?ara mea Ca pasarea calatoare România nu-i a mea 75 000 au fost Crucii de cetini arzând Mor?i prin lume fara rost În ochii mei de pamânt.

Simplegeist

Ah tu mama ah tu tata Ce ma fe?i ?i ma rasfe?i Unde-i mintea fermecata De copil vechi mintele?

Voi muri ?i eu o data

Dara nu voi fi uitat Îngeri vor veghea în vatra În pamântul neiertat?

Oameni de la sat

Oameni de la sat am fost În ogoru ce-am arat Când murit-a neamul prost Acolo ne-o aruncat

Dara cine o uitat Via?a-i un mormânt facut La ce bun o treierat Pentru poporul vândut?

Profesorul de sat

Taci troiene ca e?ti prost Cartea ?tiu eu pe derost Taci tu câne ca e?ti prost Cartea ?tiu eu pe derost Despre suferin?a ta Nu scrie în cartea mea Nice despre moartea ta Nu scrie în cartea mea.

Dispre?

Vin din veacul de dispre?

Mult am îndurat mai frate Veacul porcului mistre?

Moartea le-o-ntrecut pe toate Via?a ne-o murit în câmp Peste mine au scuipat N-am avut nice mormânt

Ora?ul m-o ?i uitat.

Crucea de cetina

Aici crucea a -nflorit Aici ?ara a murit Cap de bour cap de bou Eu îs Moldova Singur Eu În frunte clocesc un ou M-am batut cu Dumnezeu.

Satul mort

Stau pe un câmp Ca în Bala?a În toate par?ile Sunt eu Stând pe un câmp Singur ?i ubicuu

Mort. ++++

Serghei Esenin soldat sovietic Mitraliera vodca ?i un carnet De poezii e tot ce am Spune Tu mamaligarule To be or not to be Când eu sunt doar o mitraliera ce merge cu vodca ?i tu doar o inima mamaliga Înca calda?

(Carte încheietoare, - a patra - a triadei de poezie na?ionala Carte de rogacioni na?ionale 1 2 ?i 3., înca nepublicata - doar online +,0 5.

The Empty Train by Felix Rian Constantinescu The train rides empty on the side of the river Inhabited only by a few commuters and robbers After crossing the steel bridge it sings like a whale Dragging itself on the ground like an electric snake Up the hill is the old dungeon destroyed by the peasants

And the forest of oak and bullfrogs and blueberries People die of sickenesses in the huts near the villas And the community events are football and drinking The railway-station is blocked with rust-brown freight cars And the train is now a memory of the other life lived right here Like the memories of an embrion heart beating inside the woman The train is no longer part of the village - has its own way alone Another life the good one though we not know not even now What was so particularly good about it maybe the stolen beer The stolen meat and the kindness of the train official letting you go Inside only a game of cards is played and a woman reads the Time The card-players are the workers, the last workers - working But they still have time to laugh eat pig-lard and muse at the Colored drawings of the cards with servants, knights, women, And Kings and the woman is just a woman going to visit her cousin. ### Felix Rian Constantinescu is an Andreescian poet, naive religious, sickly Christian.

Photo: Soroush Karimi (DimeShowReview Digital & Print 2019, Colorado, USA, Winter Issue,,, + Poem from the poetry book, Brain Flowers, 2017, still unpublished - just online.

6, That Lazy Humming Bird. to Kate Wolf THAT LAZY HUMMING BIRD. To Kate Wolf By

FELIX RIAN CONSTANTINESCU (2014+2019) The Skylark Winter is an organ fading-out we seem to hear the bells of spring the air is cool and warm and fragrant we need something more we need a song other than the howling of the dogs and the laughter of men we need a skylark Poets Eminescu and Lenau Goga and Ady Endre Sorescu and Nichita Galaction and Jesus As you can see my son Poets are t cosmic engine So why not just read them Instead of studying Money?

Country Song I sing my bluegrass country song again A pray to the Moon of forevermore

Through the Pogany poplars the sun laughs Another morning here in the holy village I have seen fish blind with garbage I heard the gypsy-vulture in my dream I pray to the Moon I pray to the Sun For a God that's worthwhile passing-by.

A Poet of Life not Words I had a Friend once a Body of a Poet But a Poet of Life not Words my dear If I put mon douleur on paper and done He puts it in his heart for commentary People are not the same the same are not People so while i'm fighting editors for some Stupid book of mine or others he jumps In the pit of Life and Work bcoz of Love Like in Shakespeare and Gottlieb Mozart So valuable he is yet still without a Son To be Leopold to so maybe Eminescu Was right maybe he was dead right Stevens.

That Lazy Humming Bird to Kate Wolf Sits on the arabesque wires of the tree - singing

Her partitures like reading tm out loud again & again She was born to be just a lazy humming bird Born with guitar in her little hands but such tight grisp And I remember of purer years or so they seemed Love evicted but still with poetrymusic I am still Not strong but relentless deciphering the meaning of it all Just you and the paper just you and the guitar just you and God. A Poem on Love I never experienced Love I think; maybe I did Right now at 37 I am much more concerned on Partitures than Love maybe because I think Like Leeloo I do not know Love and it should Be okay maybe - you see I'm a broke Romantic With music is different it is there on the paper To be read and lived Chopin Prokofiev Rahmaninov So no Love and all the classical music I believe We're even and the lake right beside me like a friend I was never with Love or maybe I am a liar.

On the End of the World Ever since Jesus proclaimed it the end of the world was soon coming In _our_ century century after century winter after each Christmas But I have another view Jesus said in Luke 21 that the end will be When the cosmos will fall apart maybe billions of billions of years From then then will the end of the world be when the wheel of life

Will break but that doesn't mean we are excused from suffering So when the end be we 2019 will already be dead and gone up And billions of years of people will live after us with their own dreams.

Still Life with Music A R S Thomas poem collection and an opened Bible Together with some strange song on YouTube vids Amy Macdonald with Footballer's Wife and saudade Though I'm not into star culture but melomaniac She says again and again the same negations of it Of more than man but not God not more than God From the icon the Virgin with Child glances at me Now Amy is just an mp3 online but Mary real.

The Scorched Sun-Flower Field I've seen a sun-flower field scorched to black Like a million eclipses in the endless cosmos No bounty no crop will be from it this year Maybe it's the beginning of a process of desertification And our descendant will beg for their water It was a rainless summer the villagers say helpless But maybe one century one genius would perfect An irrigation system for all the land of ours.

Yellow Corn Field

In September the burnt corn is a hundred yellows Dark amber warm enlightened colourful pigments Singing and humming in the North-East wind Soon to be ransacked and trampled by plough Yet what a miracle it was we'll say in October The almost complete yellow corn field Like gold like old platinum like broken diamond Even in the middle of it unseen still yellow.

The Old Church Beyond the lake over the water in the next village There is the oldest church in Transylvania with The patron Saint Peter the key keeper of Jesus It's just a room like an old house made of stones With a Roman inscription in it and a Gothic door Two windows and a small altar over 800 years ago Here it stands the old church closed all the time With God painted like a fat man inside - waiting.

I say Tomorrow we'll Cook Potatoes I say tomorrow we'll cook potatoes We wash them and put them in water On the fire and then we'll peel them And cut them into slices with onion

If we don't have anymore tomatoes will do And oil and a hot oriental salad for the two Of us we'll have potatoes for two days Yes potatoes are always a choice.

Thinking of Mozart I was in the field thinking of Mozart And his death at 36 alone with beggars So to me it was obviously he was in some kind of disgrace To be buried like that the best prodigy world has Ever seen well let's go home and eat our sweetbread This is life especially to others and let's invest in Mozart Now not while he was alive this is my destiny yours I was in the field thinking of Mozart.

The Music of the Wind More beautiful than Schumann the music of the wind In the scorched corn in September and in the thorns Of the embankment flowing immaterially like a fugue From God and Heaven this is the music of the North When already villagers prepare for winter in their tractors And sheepflocks running and hiding from God's concerto To me is pleasant pedagogique it teaches me music & Things like poetry this incurable disease and grace.

The Importance of Promises If you believe in God you understand the Importance of promises in Life and Beyond We are not tomatoes but souls in shells So we have to believe nothing more In the importance of God's promises and self So make that self-portrait yearly even with Nikon And don't sell yourself and mankind for Money Believe believe believe and nothing more.

Jazz Guitar I started by making it sound like a sax Then now like piano keys and because It's a bad one like some worn out drums Still a guitar useful to get yourself free In jazz I'm a fis in my black pool whirlpool Ready to go together with the cosmos Universe as you know it and I wonder Will I meet Benedict Spinoza up there?

The Listener. A Lesson To put it quite bluntly in three stanzas I always wanted a musical instrument But denied because they wanted me A writer to read so here's the thing #

Though it may not seem music not poetry Poetry is perfect - brainwires - but no perfect Musical instrument they all break and amount To nothing and not to mention the virtual One more thing!! it is better to understand Music than to make it because not even Bach understood his music I believe but Made it so be a listener # SONY's good!!

Glass Organ. A Project Made entirely of unbreakable glass Designed for churches or auditoriums Even the keys are made of that thick glass As well as the pipes and the pedals Not a fancy project but religious medieval precise To ignite faith in the postcontemporary man A glass organ sounding watery in the church On Sundays or funeral weddings well a G architecture.

The White Spider I have a white spider in my morning window How beautiful he is just like a whitening star Or like the perspective learnt in art schools Yet alive a sentient being not knowing to drink The blood of roses I shall not kill it at most get

Him out of mama's room dead now like a moth Like we too insects are to die in a sudden winter I wonder if classical music I listen made it all white And he seems to me like a September beginning Snowflake last from the lost diamantine winter # The spider is precious not just because he's alive But for the symbols it gives to a man who won't kill.

2 Philosophical Ideas on the Nature of God and War The proposition God exists is truly Synonym with God does not exist And Marx or Engels one of the two Wrote that during patriarchate the Rich needed manpower and since Everyone was free that was taken Out of prisoner of war made slaves My idea is of master states and slave.

Sincron Guitarists A Girl and a Boy 2 guitars and MJ Song somewhere Up # they play Professionally Like all of us would Want # talent is A tricky thing

Because the most Talented are too lazy Or unfortunate in Others understanding What can you say if you re from Beethoven Bach and Mozart And all of the above Plus Franz Joszef?

But the track sucks you Down by its perfection Yet what is perfect except God? A Premonition I just walked in the fields today # My profession - a walker into nature And I thought of the six words rule And a toy invention named TurboMice At the embankment I laid in thinking Whether to chute a bottle in the trench For the noise & go to the foxes & after I didn't Two dogs I saw inside the dam walking They didn't saw me by God's grace and My Siberian instinct so I retreated very slowly And got further back home the grass was Yellow like hay & still green on the lower.

The Deal

The Girl loves me but Her Mama don't So maybe we will never be together But I still have the gift of music so That's t deal after you wrote 2'0 poems Love does not matter anymore I mean Of course it does but in a musical sense You may die alone holding an harmonica And still be loved for an eternity and more.

Organ music Majestic to tiny like the wind Teaching us God's rythms # Organ music is the heighest Of them all like M. Jordan They even make software for Decades to reproduce it on Different device organ music Like digitalising the wind.

Harca Harca is a big fish that cross in Cri?ana Region eating Even people small Children mostly and ducklings once One of these Harcas wanted to eat a Child so villagers Came with nets and took Her out the irrigation channel And put it on the peasant carriage and the back was

Traying on the ground it was a huge event back then Just as the fish I tried today in my composition to grasp The psychology of such an animal and I came to o and O. Goretex Literature Goretex literature is a ware literature Online electric electronic floppydisk Read worldwide by anonymous writ So - that's the business oak has rights So we should be content and accept t Otherwise is bad business while publishers Bankrupt one after another even movies Are tiresome now & videoclips meaningless.

The Carmine Rose I noticed a carmine rose in Mom's garden She years gone by but still her roses bloom Year by year in every autumn at the beginning And like Huckleberry I most wish I was dead And in mama's bosom - vain plea still because Still young and decades to live unfortunate Apart from Heaven and its maze of wonders All this the simple carmine rose it gave and Love.

A Lesson I Was Taught I workt with a very wise man

Who had a beautiful Daughter A Christian priest or something And I workt work at his mission And he put me to up stones With my feeble hands up hill Day after day until lastly I understood it all his lesson I still grasp at it daily yearly.

Szpilman's Brother I am Szpilman's brother - the Idiot From the Majestic Heights to inner depts.

LIfe is pain and pain is love and you get Tangled up strangled by it well just Another loser whatsoever but I Am Szpilman's brother dead at Auschwitz For misbehaving so you better watch out I am Jesus' brother and Moses and Miriam I am Szpilman's brother I - am Szpilman's brother The Idiot the Idiot they say Genius I. Texture Listening to Joan Osborne live i think of texture An artist: singer, poet, rocket scientist must have it Into his thing - wait a minute my connection broke Alright now that I am connected I continue Every tone clear and bold italic taking you home And then the rough texture of the cantos Something very thick as a fryed cat and memories Home home home home really home No home is Heaven Joan but to summarize it all

Into one word: God. You named it. Else autism.

Polisemantism. A poetic art Masterclass Six words that put the problem and the solution Like a Mardi Gras enwinged like a beau dragonfly Remembering lost battles due to Time and expiration This death making you afraid to breathe Enlightement changes shift inside our minds today Like a psychiatrist we perfectly just know we gotta visit But couldn't never because we are only men not Angels - tell-tale Children always confessing and crying In essence Life is Truth and Glory - yes you heard me Dare we say it or couldn't - never?!

Yeol-eum Son. The Angel If you see her smile and hear her speak With YouTube is possible you know You understand that She is an angel Down with a piano flying allover The world with her instrument like in that Andersen story; She is wonderful Sorry if I get impetuous but She could Even perform only by giving speeches And the music is She like the personification Of Music prefer Chopin Etudes her first sakura.

Long Walk to Love

I am in Love you see my friend but kilometers and social prejudice separate me from my Love more than this Shi poem can express Love is always ahead of me like a bird Flying stopping and flying again before me on my road.

I Will Survive Death I will survive Death After my eternal Breath I will rebecome a Glee For a full Eternity When I Die I will not DIe So you won't just have to Sigh I will tell you from Yonder High Hun', I just didn't really Die. (c) a year ago, F-G Constantinescu poetry • music • spirit • eternity Like (1) Comment - Love is philosophical Poezia, 2019, Jassy, Roumanie, heMann 45t reg mat rex - https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=a9wbaQ8g4a4a year ago Likes: heMann 45t reg mat rex heMann 45t reg mat rex - https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=a9wbaQ8g4a4a year ago x edit [ edit poem ]

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