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Rasul Gamzatov, People’s Poet of Daghestan

Rasul Gamzatovich Gamzatov


Rasul Gamzatovich Gamzatov, 8 September 1923 – 3 November 2003) was probably the most famous poet writing in the Avar language. Among his poems was Zhuravli, which became a well-known Soviet song.

He was born on September 8, 1923, in the Avar village of Tsada in the north-east Caucasus. His father, Gamzat Tsadasa, was a well-known bard, heir to the ancient tradition of...

By Brett Allen on 2018-07-06

Dystopian Winds

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Battle, Friction, Transition, all commence.
the wind interrogates -
Bullying its way into
the folds of her coat, and
Channelling its unwelcome fingers through her hair.

The Free Lady walks on.
Frayed puppet strings, flung and torn
Whistle past her ear -
A synthetic song: made at a time not long ago,
But similarly an age away,
Is extracted from ears, replaced by the sound
of whirring klaxons...

A Beautiful Life

“You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.” – Roman Payne

It seems to me that we spend most of our lives searching for beauty. We pursue happiness. We’re looking for that one person to cure us of the need for anyone else. To cure us of loneliness, self-doubt, or negative thoughts. We act as if we’re broken and someone or something is going...

My Drug - A Poem

My Drug

Your rich luscious
full lips,
like the soft delicate petals of the rose beckon me
Your blonde hair in contrast to
the open wanton darkness of your mouth,
drawing me in the craving growing the need to taste.

The wetness of your kiss,
my drug,
let me chase the dragon
inhaling your breath
feeling giddy from it's effect and falling hard.
Let your body
shared with me ignite mine own
and set my heart to...


Dense fog embraces creation like lovers entwined.
Heat of passion creates steamy thick low clouds.
Groping each other, earth and sky, as young lovers. 
Creation coated in glistening wetness.

Beauty aroused in shroud of mist,
Veil of privacy upon the land.
As a curtain obscures bed chamber,
Teasing lover with what's obscured.

Curiosity awakens in the brume.
Wind driving low clouds.
Creation blushes in...