palm-tree

i smelled the body of a palm-tree

fingers spread/ moving towards me

drops of tears all over its hairtips

attracting me to its nectar

i pressed myself into

its fingertips made me move and slide

untilthe softness of its curves

pulled me in/ ignited me

and a fire raged between my thighs

fine hairtip needles perforated my skin

white drops of blood stood like

a string of pearls around the neck

of her/ her/ i’ve met in my other world.

i watched this man who came from

within the russet bole of the tree

embracing the woman of milk and

honey

change into a priced bull and ride

away with the woman

who had a skin of a whale.

from the dark green and purole sea

the movements of her feet and hands

lapped my great excitement

as i watched this spectacle of

ever-changing bodies and trees

for as long as i fell asleep.

zoltanzelan

zjg poetry’21.

fervour

you are everywhere and

nowhere/ the song goes

it is as oir life is/ love/ strong

and present in the mind

projecting you physically

into my bed

that is wide and keeps your

space

stroking the imprint of love

tactile and wild

gentle and forever waiting

for you _

you/ who are the smile that

has been promised to me

by the poetess’ soul

the poetess’ breasts

the poetess’ desire to live in me

forever –

the sweetest curse that promised

love that’ll never end.

she cited: ‘for mighty is love

the neverworld its fervour’.

“i have to live it’/ she said

i’ve read your own citation and

it sent showers of anticipation

up my spine/ as if she’d help me

now with love/ as if she’d touch me

at my sacral bone/ as if she’d

want me to feel this act of penetration

i have fulfilled on her in love

as i’ve done so many times

in fervour.

zoltanzelan

zjg poetry’21.

replay of names

dukakis.sikakud/ doxiades.sedaixod

how good these names sound on a

dull morning/ aching joints/ humidity.

at times the sun comes thru’ with

a punch of halogen-shine

then again clouds gather rapidly

grey with weighted water content

ominous/ shedding some drops

saturated with dust and chemicals

to dirty the windows of rooms and

cars/ menial cleaning jobs for little

pay/ nobody’s keen to clean.

why the two names?

the first an actress and singer

the second a famous greek architect

both talented and only recognized

once they paid a visit to cerberus

and back.

twice the poet dreamed this

clearly saw their names lit up

besides the poet’s dad was always

thought of as an actor –

the architect’s home was crete –

the preferred island of the poet

the town of galos.solag/ still on

the back of his mind/ a flash of a

roadsign

along the way of traveling the

island of mountains and the sea.

zoltanzelan

zjg poetry ’21

still moving

with a sudden flash the artist’s life

had changed

besides the general showdown by

technocrats and rulers of public life

the artist had to re-establish his groove

of creative moods

work at it steadily day for day.

there’s no problem working away

in solitude

yet meet your mate now and then

or perhaps a good friend

a potential soulmate

visit exhibitions of art

let art-history scroll past your eyes.

your assembly of experiences

hover like a blue mountain

in the mental landscapes

your mind will assist/ but you/

dear artist have to dig restlessly

and mine it.

for treasures will come to light

you’ve forgotten about: romance

adventure

eros with his never tiring arching

to get you still moving.

zoltnzelan

zjg poetry’21.

live

where are the friends of the poet?

whereto have the friends of the artist

gone to/ who has painstainkingly

rendered his drawings for a follow-up

exhibition?

there are many scared people

the fright of survival bulge from

their eyes

and the few who preach and live

positive lives

have faded into the parisian blue

of the spring skies.

still/ the artist finds hope in using

more quality time

to complete a series of drawings

he had conceptualized fsome years

ago/ they have now matured for

publication without censorship.

without the tin drum of marketing

it’s only for the truth searchers

the style developers

the adventureres in writing

and the lyrical crowd of the few

looking for inspiration and for

stimulation.

for those who can read with their

hearts and souls

not only thru’ their eyes and minds

the artist will carry on.

live.evil

zoltanzelan

zjg poetry’21.

wishes from the heart

ευχες απο καρδιας,

για οτι ποθει η ψυχη σας –

wishes from the heart

for everything your soul desires.

she said in conversation

with words chosen gingerly

the way we would come close

the time our souls would meet

a tactile experience had already

been decided on

some time ago

the poet recalls laughs and banter

at the boesner lounge

where the human touch could still

be felt

then/ togetherness at a lunch date

exchanges of interest in art

she sponsored me to carry on

my work: ART & LOVE

soon be finished as one of the great

lyrical poetry book in text

with many drawings this poet

had done durung the years –

as one step closer to a better poem

another step closer to a better drawing.

love has been there already

before the poet had placed the words

toward it/ step by step.

greetings.sgniteerg

zoltanzelan

zjg poetry’21.

wide open again

a friend’s page wrote on facebook:

“eventually you’ll end up where you

need to be/ with who you’ll meant

to be with/ and doing what you are

meant to do”.

i share her thoughts in this regard

as a poet/ writing my journal poetry

day for day/ being inspired by suc

fine notions

besides i have opened up my heart

and have experienced love wide open.

for many years my heart had been sealed

of to feelings

with tons of pain and sorrow

having lost a true beloved one

praised in poems/ novels/ short stories

and elegies.

now/ as the aftermath of the passionate

tsunamis

and having scaled the high road

of creative success

that had been slowly cleared up

it’s time to reflect about my art concepts

bring to fruition all the sketches of art

and ideas of lyrical poetry

share it with all art lovers and friends.

wideopen.nepoediw

zoltanzelan

zjg poetry’21.