Sing something for me, sing,
while of yours think fly as dandelions.
Sing something for me, sing,
while the rain still rings only for us,
...
A poet is a grown-up child, anyhow,
He couldn’t compose, otherwise…
A poet is an adorer of queerness,
A bit - willful, a bit - precise…
...
I’m soothed, I’m cheered up;
For me the sea craves.
Spread are for me its blue wings,
With my frame, I feel the waves.
...
Puzzling dialogues grow facile,
April is a month of dates,
The cherry-plum blossoms in April,
And for the love it happily waits.
...
The poets rustle in the woods of verses.
...
To Emily Dickinson _
my etemal sister
The horror of the shattered mirror,
...
Give me your right-palm,
I'll tell fortunes to you,
As a fortuneteller -
As a maiden -gipsy....
...
You're blue stream and transparent so,
I’m tired of dreaming on a wild-road,
I'd sing but I’ll sing to stars over sky,
But I won’t drink you to thirst for, never
...
TO THE SLEEPLESS BELLS
(TO THE POET CHUMMED UP
WITH A VERSEZ...)
...
I am a certain poetess
Strewing about the rhymes.
My heart blazes on and on,
Its fire burns at all times.
...
Breezes expect now our moon...
That to tell him evening gossips...
Moon, with hope searches the suns...
On the heart plays with melancholy
...
When your bedroom for you very far
When already you stand -nearby by bar,
...
No, they are not stars...
This, my dreams shine in the sky...
No, it not a rain...
...
You have forgotten, - why,
I am sorcerer-girl
I don't sleep dear, never,
My gossiper-magpie,
...
Clicks with fingers - are not an exit - from a trouble...
Your sentry dog will not help to you avoid from fear...
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What remains to the unwinged butterfly before fire...
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Acute sensations aroused by the rush towerds the mystery of heavens… Short-spoken reflactions and estimations of the sacred wishes sheltered in the heart of passions… Images created to enrich and cherish the world of little ones… These are the leading ideas of the poetess’s colleced verses… Most of the poems of the given book were published in the Periodical press twenty years ago: “Mnatobi” (“The Luminary”) , “Tiskari” (“The dawn”) , “Pirveli Skhivi” (“The First ray”) , “Satave” (“The Outset”) , “Paraleli” (“The Parallel”) … Stanzas charged with emotional devises provoke the Keen interest of a reader… All this was followed by a collection of tales wrapped up in the airy poetic veil… And the book has been adored and treasured since then… Then came a collection of nursery vhymes titled “The ABC Of Birds”. Music was composed to these rhymes… a cognitiveentertraining program has been worked out for the primary school and the perfovmance turned out a true success on the stages of some schools… The were the years of silence… followed by “the Prayer Without A Break” … “Beyond The Shines”, ”To The Worthy Beggar From The Ragged Poetess”, “To Neavens- The First Word” and other verses brought forth by the true poetical inspiration Some of them were publishd on the pages of “Literary Georgia” as well… Then appeared a collection of cognitive rhymes “The Ballad Of Chess” arousing The keenest interest of those who had to do With this sphere.Besides, the book is used as a manual by the hobby groups interested in the game. The book as well includes some other poetical patterns that haven’t been published up to now… Thus, the given collection reperesents: Tsira Gogeshvili’s poetical world far more fully and completely than the previous ones… * Tsira Gogeshvili _born in 1959, Tbilisi. Graduated from GPI - The Polytechnical Institute of Georgia; The department of Chemical Technology and Automation) . Was a student at the department of Journalism of the faculty of public Affairs. Has set to music a lot her own poems. Is married and has two children- Anna and Avto.)
' Sing Something For Me
Sing something for me, sing,
while of yours think fly as dandelions.
Sing something for me, sing,
while the rain still rings only for us,
Sing something for me, sing,
Or hearts will begin to cry from loneliness...
Sing something for me, sing,
while the sun caresses ice still.
Sing something for me, sing,
Or you will be killed from my smile.
27.05.2008.
Tsira is a very creative and quality writer, Presenting the reader with mind -streaching thoughts, She is a very kind and considerate person, To whon I am glad to know..
I appreciate the beautiful, exotic poetry of Tsira Gogeshvili. In her fragility lies her greatest strength.
Tsira can say what most, women are afraid to.. Her words are spread is humbled so open. So even the blind can feed them. Most of all, she is not a coward...iip
A profound poet who knows— 1. How to write short and lovely poems 2. How to use a few magical words 3. How to add a non-typical idea/message 4. And how to add amazing imageries/metaphors
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Hello pretty how are you doing? i really like your poem i wish i can chat with you so that we can be friend, here is my face book ID martin obanna hope to you you here thanks
All the best, Dear Tsira Gogeshvili, I like your profound verses.
There's both heart and intellect at work in all you write, and they are blended together engrossingly by your incredibly fertile imagination. Almost every track that poets travel down these days has been worn to blandness, but you always manage to give us a fresh perspective on the old issues. And you don't just give old ideas new life, you also give your readers new ideas, and in my case, much pleasure... thank you Tsira. x Jim
HEY DEAR I ENJOY UR POEMS...LOTS OF IMAGERY AND SENSE PERCEPTION..EXCELLENT PLZ READ MY POEM 'NON-EXISTENT AND MORTGAGED' AND LEAVE A COMMENT PLZ, THANKS