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Goran Poletan

Goran Poletan

Contents

1.

History

1.1

To the Beat of the Garamut

1.2

The Polish Massacre

2.

Haiku

3.

Classic Poetry

4.

Biography

5.

Contact

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Haiku
Simply Said

Goran Poletan

The breeze, a rogue,
caresses all the roses
– they blush.

∞

A hawk catches
a white dove – it devours
the symbol of peace.

∞

A summer shower
forces all the people to run
– not a drunk old man.

∞

Between two women,
a child chooses the uglier
– its mother.

∞

Motionless, as
scattered stones
– sheep in a field.

∞

On the red sand,
just a lizard is defiant
to the sun.

∞

As days are getting shorter,
the cricket sings tirelessly
– knowing it won’t last.

∞

A stranger hurries by,
with a plastic bag in his hand
– a pendulum in motion.

∞

On the street – people
meet and depart from each other,
unwillingly.

∞

Under the moonlight,
a spider heads off to a feast
– so does a lizard.

∞

The hoot of an owl,
and the forest once again
falls into silence.

∞

Like an old granny,
using a stick for support,
– an old hut.

∞

Toothless
from old age and birds
– a sunflower.

∞

A man and a dog
on a morning walk,
lost in thought.

∞

Running away from
the wind, a leaf finds shelter
in a shallow ditch.

∞

The midday sun
– and the clanking sound of hoes
over a dry soil.

∞

The sky spilled
countless mirrors over the road
– birds drink them with joy.

∞

A flood. The river
steals several pumpkins and
escapes with them.

∞

The river gives
an empty bottle to the shore
and takes it back.

∞

The river rocks
someone’s lost doll, trying
to comfort it.

∞

Mosquitoes look
forward to the sunset – no one
looks forward to them.

∞

The birds have eaten
all the cherries – the stems
remain for my tea.

∞

During an evening walk
I frightened a sleeping dog
– it frightened me too.

∞

On an empty meadow,
a large rock and I – each with
a shadow.

∞

The river current
carries everything away, except
ducks and willow branches.

∞

For a while,
I walked with a river,
then we parted.

∞

A lifeless tree
in an empty field
– a raven starts its flight.

∞

A drunk man is
talking – his horse is nodding
in agreement.

∞

At the door step
– grandpa shakes off snow
from the Christmas tree.

∞

The New Year
– I look at new post cards
from old friends.

∞

Saturday evening.
A fire engine speeds
along a frozen road.

∞

On the hot coals
bursts a burnt chestnut
– the old man sighs.

∞

A granny is knitting a scarf
– the kitten is picking at the
wool from the box.

∞

With a lifted ear,
the dog listens to the old man
softly singing.

∞

The smell of roasted
meat from the kitchen
lures a kitten.

∞

The cracked soil
is tilled by the farmer, and once
again by the birds.

∞

The farmer is talking,
patiently chasing off flies
from his face.

∞

A burnt meadow
– the crow lands into
the morning silence.

∞

A midday haze
– the sheep shimmer
at the end of the farm.

∞

Above young crops,
the wind sways crows on
the power cables.

∞

The sunset.
The shadow of an ant hill falls
into the cracked soil.

∞

A desert wind
loudly opens and shuts
the attic door.

∞

On a plastic table
– children and wasps share
a large watermelon.

∞

The holidays
– no one is picking ripe cherries
from the schoolyard.

∞

An abandoned farm
– ripe blackberries hang
on a rusting fence.

∞

The old grandfather clock
chimes to announce midnight
– the cricket is chirping.

∞

Shepherds call
each other from the stony hills
– the valley echoes.

∞

A dog suddenly barked
– a scared kangaroo jumps
over the fence.

∞

An Autumn breeze
swings dry leaves, attached
to a spider’s web.

∞

The midday heat
– a boy stripped to the waist
drives the oxen and flies.

∞

The desert wind
– from a metal pipe emerges
a strange sound.

∞

The first large rain drops
landing on the hot concrete,
speed up the ants.

∞

My uncle quarters
a fresh tomato, salts it
and eats it with joy.

∞

As midnight passes,
the ticking of the clock
gets louder by the minute.

∞

The road slowly
disappears into the fog
– shortly I shall too.

∞

A toothless farmer
is tapping his fat pig
– with great satisfaction.

∞

A fly in my glass
– bad luck for
both of us.

∞

A chainsaw
cuts into an old tree, and into
the forest silence.

∞

I’m watching a friend
on his deathbed – a
friendship is dying.

∞

Between the human
feet ants are dragging out
their injured friend.

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History:

To the Beat of the GaramutThe Polish Massacre

Haiku

Classic Poetry

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