No one writes to the Colonel

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Nobody writes to the Colonel
By  Inna Balzina-Balzin
July 30, 2014 - 10/24/2016
United Kingdom, Nottinghamshire

No One Writes To The Colonel

Nobody writes to the Colonel.
I will go for a walk, what, in a hurry?
And a fresh air will dispel again
My longing, my sadness.

I will come back and drink some cup of tea.
And a little glass with a red wine.
And I will go to a bed. It happens worse.
And here - all that is a lonely.

But the soul will blossom with dreams.
The night is a cosy and quiet.
The Night slumbers are coming.
Taking everything into the circle of being.

We come here be born as a naked.
And what then is from the labours
And our earning of a work.

But how I would like to, without a straining
To Grab a biggest piece of life!
As a Lucky Lottery Ticket fun
Open possibility for everyone here.

Our Dreams, the relaxation of dreaming.
Like a single small boat floating on the river.
No paddles, just under the waves,
Where my fate will take to find you.

***
24.10.2016


Some dreams and plans
To live in a world without war.
Dolphins are swimming up,
And I would swim away with them.

Across the ocean abyss,
Where is the warm water,
Swim wherever you want,
To distant lands.

And where sharks are not visible,
They just are not anywhere,
The borders are all open,
The borders are not needed.

And in the movie, where is The Colonel,
He drinks a rum,
He tarred the cigar for a long time,
And put it in the oven with a fire.

No one writes to him -
Such is this his sad fate for now.
He sits down and write his poems.
He has strange words.

He will finish to smoke his cigarette.
He will finish to drink this his rum and a cognac.
He will turn off the light and lie down in his bed,
In the night until the morning he will be to sleep.



Inna
Inna Tiggi
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin / Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin

"No one writes to the Colonel", poems (30.6.2014-24.10.2016).Repost 11.6.2023 (England)
https://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/384
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/74

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Continuation

"Re: No One Writes A Reply To The Colonel"

12.06.2023

I wrote to you, dear.
I wrote to you every day.
Then I had burned my papers in a bonfire:
Sorry, I didn't know your last home address.

I wrote to you on the battlefield,
Drooling pencil is simple.
But what kind of postman? - Trenches.
And they tear me away from business.

I wrote in a compartment train.
Dreaming: you will be in the compartment soon.
But here was the trouble!
Some sweaty man came
And all his big family
Instead!

The toilet of the train was closed, me was inside,
So that no one interferes with me there to write to you.
Rocked hard. But I wrote, I tried.
But a loud knock on the door was,
Asking me to open the door, walking out!

I swallowed the blotter.,
Where I wrote my poems to you.
So that no one from someone else 's eye
No one would know my love and my life.

In a cafe, in an open restaurant,
On deck, - I could not write to you here.
But I was composing all the lines my poems to you
In my mind, in my head, in my dreams, -
I wrote poems to you in my mind
By a wind and a flight of bee and a sunset.

- Hey! How are you? Are you ill?
May be a winter? And so a frosty?
We have Africa here, in a bed:
There are plenty of midges and bedbugs.

I woke up at night and I cried in tears.
And the sheet was a wet.
I wrote to you by a chocolate.
That was how I cried and wrote.

- So that everything would be in a chocolate there!
In open work too, and all in a silks!
There are so many pretty young girls everywhere!
But I was not able to forget  just you!

And, having cried, in the shower, for a long time,
I was standing and wet under the water of shower.
Then all was a clean and a nice,
With a briefcase, in a hat,
I went out.

I am so sorry, my dear, that I disturbed you.
I had only this one hour left,
To finish to smoke my Cuban Long Cigar a languidly,
And to make another urgent drink of a cognac.

12.06.2023
England
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin / Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин

"Re: No one writes a reply to the Colonel", poems (11.6.2023, England)
https://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/576
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/121

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Полковнику никто не пишет
Инна Бальзина-Бальзин
30 июля 2014 - 24.10.2016
Великобритания, Ноттингемшире

Полковнику никто не пишет

Полковнику никто не пишет.
Пойду, пройдусь, что ль, сгоряча?
И свежий воздух вновь развеет
Мою тоску, мою печаль.

Прийду назад, чайком напьюся.
И красного  вина чуток.
И лягу спать. Бывает хуже.
А тут - всего, что одинок.

Но расцветёт душа мечтами.
В ночи уют и тишина.
Ночные дрёмы наступают.
В круг бытия всего забрав.

Мы голые сюда приходим.
А что потом - то от трудов.
Но как хотелось б, не напрягшись
От жизни отхватить кусок!

Мечты, расслабленность мечтанья.
Как лодка по реке плывёт.
Без весёл, просто под волнами,
Куда судьбою занесёт.

***
24.10.2016


Одни мечты и планы
Жить в мире без войны.
Дельфины подплывают,
И с ними мне б уплыть.

По океанской бездне,
Где тёплая вода,
Плыви, куда захочешь,
В далёкие края.

И где акул не видно,
Их просто нет нигде,
Границы все открыты,
И не нужны они.

А в фильме, где полковник,
Он выпивает ром,
Сигару долго смолит,
И в печь с огнём суёт.

Никто ему не пишет, -
Такая вот судьба.
Сидит и сочиняет
Он странные слова.

Докурит сигарету.
Допьёт свой ром, коньяк.
Потущит свет и ляжет,
В ночи до утра спать.



Инна
Инна Тигги
Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин / Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin

"Полковнику никто не пишет", стихи(30.6.2014-24.10.2016).Репост 11.6.2023 (Англия)
http://www.stihi.ru/2014/09/17/373
http://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/389
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/76

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Продолжение

"Ответное на Полковнику никто не пишет"

12.06.2023

Писал тебе я, дорогая.
Я каждый день тебе писал.
Потом сжигал в костре бумаги:
Прости, я адреса не знал.

Писал тебе на поле боя,
Слюнявя карандаш простой.
Но почтальон какой? - Окопы.
И отрывают, от делов.

Писал я в поезде купейном.
Мечтая: счас войдёшь в купе.
Но вот беда! Там потный дядька
С семьёй своей  в купе вошёл!

В сортире поезда закрылся,
Чтоб не мешал мне там никто.
Качало сильно. Но писал я.
А в дверь стучали, и громко!

Я промокашку проглотил ту,
Где я стихи тебе писал.
Чтобы никто с чужого глаза
Моей любви делов б не знал.

В кафе, в открытом ресторане,
На палубе, не мог писать.
Но я в уме слагал всё строки,
В уме стихи тебе писал.

- Эй, как ты там? Не заболела?
Поди, зима? И морозно?
У нас ж тут Африка, в постеле
Полно и мошек, и клопов.

Проснулся ночью я и плакал.
И мокрой простыня была.
Писал тебе я шоколадом.
Вот так и плакал, и писал.

- Чтоб в шоколаде было бы всё там!
В ажуре чтобы, и в шелках!
Девчонок много так на свете!
А не забуду я тебя!

И, отревевши, в душе, долго,
Стоял и мок я под водой.
Потом весь чистый и пригожий,
С портфелем, в шляпе, вышел вон.

Прости, родная, потревожил.
Был у меня всего часок,
Чтоб докурить сигару томно,
И вот ещё: под коньячок.

12.06.2023
Англия
Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин / Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin

"Ответное на Полковнику никто не пишет", стихи (11.6.2023, Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/498
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/106


Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин / Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin
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Nobody writes to the Colonel
By  Inna Balzina-Balzin
July 30, 2014 - 10/24/2016
United Kingdom, Nottinghamshire

No One Writes To The Colonel

Nobody writes to the Colonel.
I will go for a walk, what, in a hurry?
And a fresh air will dispel again
My longing, my sadness.

I will come back and drink some cup of tea.
And a little glass with a red wine.
And I will go to a bed. It happens worse.
And here - all that is a lonely.

But the soul will blossom with dreams.
The night is a cosy and quiet.
The Night slumbers are coming.
Taking everything into the circle of being.

We come here be born as a naked.
And what then is from the labours
And our earning of a work.

But how I would like to, without a straining
To Grab a biggest piece of life!
As a Lucky Lottery Ticket fun
Open possibility for everyone here.

Our Dreams, the relaxation of dreaming.
Like a single small boat floating on the river.
No paddles, just under the waves,
Where my fate will take to find you.

***
24.10.2016


Some dreams and plans
To live in a world without war.
Dolphins are swimming up,
And I would swim away with them.

Across the ocean abyss,
Where is the warm water,
Swim wherever you want,
To distant lands.

And where sharks are not visible,
They just are not anywhere,
The borders are all open,
The borders are not needed.

And in the movie, where is The Colonel,
He drinks a rum,
He tarred the cigar for a long time,
And put it in the oven with a fire.

No one writes to him -
Such is this his sad fate for now.
He sits down and write his poems.
He has strange words.

He will finish to smoke his cigarette.
He will finish to drink this his rum and a cognac.
He will turn off the light and lie down in his bed,
In the night until the morning he will be to sleep.



Inna
Inna Tiggi
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin / Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin

"No one writes to the Colonel", poems (30.6.2014-24.10.2016).Repost 11.6.2023 (England)
https://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/384
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/74

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Continuation

"Re: No One Writes A Reply To The Colonel"

12.06.2023

I wrote to you, dear.
I wrote to you every day.
Then I had burned my papers in a bonfire:
Sorry, I didn't know your last home address.

I wrote to you on the battlefield,
Drooling pencil is simple.
But what kind of postman? - Trenches.
And they tear me away from business.

I wrote in a compartment train.
Dreaming: you will be in the compartment soon.
But here was the trouble!
Some sweaty man came
And all his big family
Instead!

The toilet of the train was closed, me was inside,
So that no one interferes with me there to write to you.
Rocked hard. But I wrote, I tried.
But a loud knock on the door was,
Asking me to open the door, walking out!

I swallowed the blotter.,
Where I wrote my poems to you.
So that no one from someone else 's eye
No one would know my love and my life.

In a cafe, in an open restaurant,
On deck, - I could not write to you here.
But I was composing all the lines my poems to you
In my mind, in my head, in my dreams, -
I wrote poems to you in my mind
By a wind and a flight of bee and a sunset.

- Hey! How are you? Are you ill?
May be a winter? And so a frosty?
We have Africa here, in a bed:
There are plenty of midges and bedbugs.

I woke up at night and I cried in tears.
And the sheet was a wet.
I wrote to you by a chocolate.
That was how I cried and wrote.

- So that everything would be in a chocolate there!
In open work too, and all in a silks!
There are so many pretty young girls everywhere!
But I was not able to forget  just you!

And, having cried, in the shower, for a long time,
I was standing and wet under the water of shower.
Then all was a clean and a nice,
With a briefcase, in a hat,
I went out.

I am so sorry, my dear, that I disturbed you.
I had only this one hour left,
To finish to smoke my Cuban Long Cigar a languidly,
And to make another urgent drink of a cognac.

12.06.2023
England
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin / Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин

"Re: No one writes a reply to the Colonel", poems (11.6.2023, England)
https://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/576
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/121

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Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин / Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin

Начало

"Полковнику никто не пишет", стихи(30.6.2014-24.10.2016).Репост 11.6.2023 (Англия)
http://www.stihi.ru/2014/09/17/373
http://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/389
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/76

Продолжение
"Ответное на Полковнику никто не пишет", стихи (11.6.2023, Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/498
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/106

На английском
"No one writes to the Colonel", poems (30.6.2014-24.10.2016).Repost 11.6.2023 (England)
http://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/384
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/74

Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин / Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin
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Links      Ссылки
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Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин / Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin


"No one writes to the Colonel", poems (30.6.2014-24.10.2016).Repost 11.6.2023 (England)
https://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/384
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/74

"Re: No one writes a reply to the Colonel", poems (11.6.2023, England)
http://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/576
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/121

"Полковнику никто не пишет", стихи(30.6.2014-24.10.2016).Репост 11.6.2023 (Англия)
http://www.stihi.ru/2014/09/17/373
https://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/389
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/76

"Ответное на Полковнику никто не пишет", стихи (11.6.2023, Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2023/06/12/498
http://proza.ru/2023/06/12/106

Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин / Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin