“Not Waving But Drowning” is an extremely sad and gloomy poem. A poem about a man who seems happy and full of life all the time. But inside he is dying. He gives signals about his state of mind, calling for help or maybe an ear who could hear. But either the world was deaf or ignorant or deaf during his life.
A short poem filled with simplicity that states two truths that you all must know before you grow old and die. A poem by William Butler Yeats that compares wine with love.
Nothingness of the Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I couldn’t take it into any of my volumes but, I think it may give you all some release of the restrictions.
Nothingness of the Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I couldn’t take it into any of my volumes but, I think it may give you all some release of the restrictions.
A covid-19 inspired poem to give humanity hope.
This song is a very famous song from the play Cymbeline. It simply means that you need not really fear death. Death is inevitable. Each one of us, be it royalty or the common class, everyone eventually will “come to dust”. All that we do and all that we become will lose its existence one day. And we need not fear it.
This is the poem about the limitations of the memory-feature of human brains. Due to these limitations, we tend to forget things. This poem lays down the whole logical sequence in which our brains start forgetting things.
This comes as a word of caution to all the writers desperately trying to create a masterpiece. No matter how beautiful your creation is, it will go down to oblivion, as we all will.
Victories come with a price. Here the ship may have successfully sailed through all the perils towards the victory, but the Captain is no longer alive to taste it. The captain, here, in this poem, refers to the late president of USA, Abraham Lincoln. The poem is written with reference to American Civil War of 1861-65.
Soft Silence Falls onto Silence, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian. This poem I placed here after some hesitation but, this poem shows that Armageddon we may interpret but transferred sense.
Soft Silence Falls onto Silence, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian. This poem I placed here after some hesitation but, this poem shows that Armageddon we may interpret but transferred sense.
The Kali Yuga Does Its Work, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian. This poem I placed here since I think that Armageddon concerns not only the Occident (West) but, the Orient (East) equally at the last time.
The Kali Yuga Does Its Work, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian.
There’s No Place, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian.
There’s No Place, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian.
Grey Shadow, by J. W. Cassandra. This is a poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian.
