VPT Poetry Retrospective

There is one common conviction that claims: when people reach the boundaries of their competence and their freedom to improve their own environment and prospects, people use own skills and status to meddle with the lives of other people.

Now that the latest stage of tracing routes and levels for the structures extending into an economically stagnated Bulgaria, is waiting for the summer holidays to end, and the global coverage co-ordination surveillance is borrowing the idea of social events financing economic plans, the socialist period structures that existed between the belief that they belonged to the people and their subordination to bank endebtment, seem ready to come out dressed in such a motley bondage and alliance clothing that one may hope to be safe and sane enough to watch the future scandals from aside and evade all obstacles as if they were as harmless in their anonymity as is an armchair placed at one’s apartment door to block, or eavesdrop, or store messages, or stimulate reaction, or assign a job to the future to move, replace, or amend- now when the boundaries of competence the home affairs structures have been reached and the skills of the redundant staff must be employed, be it pointless occupations, lest they are used in spontaneous confrontation.

In line, here is my latest poem:

In The City
While hiding from the city’s notice my own weakness,
I stumble over my own plans and aims
While hiding from the city’s notice my own meekness
I drop achievements I so hard attained

The city is indifferent, won’t help or interfere
I don’t befit in any fate or destination cell
A warden’s look believing, frank and clear,
knows not whom me- the harmless one- will fell

The city is indifferent, won’t help or interfere
I’m heading to my self-produced reclusive hut
A chimney sweeper is a blessing I pass near,
but my hands full of life can’t touch for bits of luck

Ambitious to survive inside the motley city,
I’m jealous and afraid of the ambitions to succeed
The beauty I can’t buy not get its lovely pity,
is based on style paid, and style is based on it

The city’s clean on this hot summer morning
The sun is bleaching heads and raised by sweepers dust
The city’s disappointed on this uncertain morning
that it’s a holiday, a workday, promise, opportunity, and lust

The city’s greedy in its pleasures old, common
It’s organized by people and for people in exchange
Some stick to their joy to find, to use, to prosper
Some have achieved a balance that does really irritate

The city is, of its own residents, all independent
Its people, independently live in their cells, all free
Their anthem bordering on land above and land downstairs,
is city’s heart and will voiced in a song of the blue sea

The city is, of all its residents, all independent
Its people heading to their self-produced recluse
They have no time to answer the reporters’ questions
because they’re in hurry to watch the evening news
V.P.T. 23.08.2009
V.P.Toucheva 25.08.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU

I seem to be attracted to blended writing, and if I finish the story below it will border on science fiction and love, like most of my poems:

A Science Fiction Story

It was a lovely sunset.

The sun and a couple of satellites decided on a short truce for as long as a kiss could last.

The satellites were happy because they were burdened with the creation of additional atmospheric pressure under the horizontal blanket of short waves they were emitting, a blanket that blocked the natural exchange of energy between the earth and the space around it, sort of a roof that ensured the earth with a stable global climate that could be edited by location and season, though it also brought in the problem of the greenhouse effect with which mankind had not yet learned how to cope.

The sun was less happy because it was engaged in proving an own theory of creation, namely that it is not stars that turn into planets with cooling on their outside, nor is it that planets turn into stars with their hot cores growing out, but either way round over time, with one and the same object once a star, once a planet, and then a star again.

There were two persons on the earth engaged in occupations different due to both the difference between their jobs and the difference between their social positions- a woman who was following the whims of the sun, dubious herself on the issue of the luxury of summer, and a man who was indulged in adapting the earth to the global warming which side effect science had not yet found how to harness.
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V.P.Toucheva 3-4.07.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU

It’s hot in the city where money and cars dominate. It was cold some months ago, and will be again when winter comes, so there must be some balance stepped on this opposition. Something like the opposition between Mankind and Mankind Prime, the first planning to live on the earth and the second on other planets.

Some TV reporters say that anyone in this country can buy the equipment to learn what the other people are doing and saying. I think that such information is gathered by people interested in sophisticated gadgets and sold to people interested the progress which their competition is making.

However, I find listening in on me and keeping me under observation as natural as the inconvenience of being cold in winter and hot in summer, or as essential as keeping edibles for as long as they can last and using them only after they become a sight worthless as stock.

In the future, Mankind Prime will be living on distant planets and hiding from the unknown environment, but everyone will be safe if frankly open in one’s doings and intentions to everyone else. The permanent communication links will be of great importance, and what we are now doing on the Earth is more or less developing and testing in practice the necessary equipment while breeding the human types that will not shrink from living in total exposition.

I am sure that whatever Mankind does now is in the name of Mankind Prime.

I am sure that we are now living in a historical era when the people on the earth are slowly taking a bit of a shift away from the natural into the direction of the artificial, leaving the purity of ecology to the countryside and the non-human species, and crowding in the cities to re-create those intrinsic qualities that have been lost or diluted during the different civilizations.

I am also sure that Mankind is developing those features and characteristics that will sieve and settle the people attributed to life on the earth, and will present Mankind Prime with people of the natural human aptitude to growth.

Now that balance is the topic, here is an old poem of mine about the winter:

AGAIN
The raining pinetree,
with the sun beside it,
is letting snow white
and cold winters down
No clouds linger
over it
to hide it,
but carried on
by winds,
they go round
V.P.T.
V.P.Toucheva 2.08.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU