New Dress – Poem

New Dress - A Poem

New Dress – Poem

Dedication to new clothes.

I love the new dress

It shows a beginning

For something fresh

The times are changing

While I  cut  old life’s grass

Of past revolutions 

Into resounding comfort

Of my shedding skin

That recognized me

Into the mind’s mirror

Saying goodbye to patterns

Which never worked

With the shifting ground

I try to stand on

Because there is no time

To bypass the blow

And missed forgiveness

I am way too old

Waiting for miracles

Is no more of my posts

Until there’s the new reality

Buying a white dress

As the purity symbolism

I somewhere lost

Sticking in mud

Of daily confusions

Should I stay or go?


I tried to move on

But that somehow didn’t happen

Between dances of ghosts

And circles begone

Of my old cemetery

Once I called home

It’s time for a newfangled basis

While I buy a new dress

Like a Polka dot

I look for another place,

Job and a lover.


Changes are inevitable. It’s funny how the Universe shows me the way of not buying the same old way the new dresses. Yes, I ordered a few dresses from China, lost money, and never received them. Maybe is for the better because other changes showed up before my pretty distracted nose by choice. 

What do I mean?

I have my old visions and never change them if something seriously doesn’t shake me up. For example, I wanted to go to another place for a man, but my car broke. He was not my man and I found it out later. Back in time, I ordered new dresses from a China’s shop. When they came, were too small, and I never wore them. Last week, I lost money from ordering clothes from an unfortunate shop. 

Today, I do not go anywhere for a man and buy no china dresses. Both scenarios hurt me because  I love pretty frocks and the adrenalin of meeting someone new. My calmness became unquestionable. I learned the lesson “What flows, will flow and never goes back, with or without outside pressure,” and that makes me more relaxed.

On recent nights I can’t sleep well.  It’s a clear sign for me that new changes are growing to come into my life. I should face them bravely and cut the losses as much as possible.

Never fear unknown situations. For sure, they’re for the better.





Waffle Of Life – Poem

Waffle of life - poem

Waffle Of Life – Poem

Long live the sweets!

I’ve eaten a waffle

It makes life sweet

I indeed get fatter

In the name of mind’s peace

The sweet is  called “Troy”

As the old war story

It was for a woman

And a man wants to be

Fighting the warriors

In the name of the bride

But I prefer the waffle

Looking at Achilles’ heel

Because eyes see

What do they want to be

Unfortunate happenings

Not everything is reality

The same goes for the waffle

And life with the sweets

That temporary gather

Hormonal serotonin

Going back to the battle

Between truth and the wish

For some love discussions

Or beautiful Helen to feel

Who is far in the distance

Of pure Idealism.

Long live the sweets!


It’s funny how everyone speaks for a healthy lifestyle while eating sweets to fight stress in most cases. The same goes for me, even though I was trained on a Zumba course, called “The Plate,” based on balanced food ideas, led by famous doctors. They lied the best they could.

Yes, a healthy lifestyle is possible, but when there are certain conditions: mind peace, regular exercise, and unprocessed food like vegetables or nuts. Everyone knows that but nobody gives his money for healthy food. Bills and other important stuff always knock on life’s door. Time and idealistic thoughts about miracles happening with the body create pure idealism for the mass. Sure, for a woman to exercise and eat healthily, she should have no engagements or enough money to buy expensive fresh food.

It’s valid for me, too. So, I prefer the easy way of thinking: when I eat 1200 calories, I should burn them or not eat at all.  It’s said the minimum calories for the body daily is 500, but my belief is to get slim, people should not eat. My experience proved me right. The same goes for the illusions somebody will come and fight for another human being like in the old Greek mythology story “The Beautiful Helen.”

Long live the sweets!



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