Miss Imperfection

Miss Imperfection scripts her bloomy life
And thinks the screen will stay at her forever.
Miss Imperfection didn't believe a strife
Because your luck was higher to endeavor.
Miss Imperfection has a beauty thought
That your approach is drops of lonely pusses.
Miss Imperfection's looking for the nought
Among remakes and independent truces.
Miss Imperfection is the simple behest
To live, to trust, to hope, to love for seizers.
Miss Imperfection really is the best,
The crash for minds, the piercing riddle for teasers.
Miss Imperfection flies upon the beam
Of flaxy dreams to stray from her red streamer.
Miss Imperfection doesn't begin to deem.
Miss Imperfection has to fill the creamer.

November 13 — 16, 2015


Second fate.
Is a gate
Of a mate
To irate
Very late
My big state
Stranded straight.
Now crash weight
Fines a strait.
Now cash trait
Is a slate
To inflate
Forty. Bait
By the great
Wars to grate.
Second fate.

June 27, 2015

        Festina Lente

My distant ally! Roll to days
Where lost alliance casts about,
Where found regime begins to blaze
To catch a coin to have a clout.
My poor alliance! Where are you
Who proudly stands among protections?
Adieu, my native shore! Adieu!
My daily brothers take objections.

April 28, 2015


Take a stone with your right hand.
Throw it onto your left land.
Middle a stride, resolve the earth,
Get the money and the berth.
Laugh at those who thread the mind.
Trust the soul to books to bind.
Live ahead and go to core
If your country falls in war. 

March 26 — August 19, 2014

             My Friends

I have more friends on my Facebook
Than I think well of advertisers.
I spend my life upon the look
For times of kinds of factorizers.
I'm happy now with many friends!
They gift me bits of preferences,
They gift me minutes of amends
And capfuls of the prey for fencers.

April 09, 2014


States of slaves have Sunday poker.
Lobby beans are snapping ochre.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!
Eight, nine, ten are for faced leaven.

March 14, 2014


The mine is not mine,
The bowler is tight.
The age is a tine
Of times of the light.
Let’s go to the right
Where cunning had left
The fortified site
For looking for cleft.

January 10, 2014


Create! Begin the human life
Across unmutual tight devotions
Beyond a gilled PRed fife
That yells for disappeasable motions!

July 03 — 11, 2013


The mist is dispersed. The direction is clear.
The memorable glory is flying ahead.
But then the mistaker again lose a tear
As though autumn don't fear to be in the red.

October 16, 2013


The hold assortment in blue Russia
Discredits options of the choice,
And machinations of State Crusher
Again inflate our National Voice.

October 16, 2012


Times are up. Now we are
Bygon USSR.
Welcome into The Spray
MIA Russia Today!

December 14, 2013


An April rain gets weather up
And May rejoices in perspective
To sell to dreams and hopes a pup
To guard an indiscrete collective.

April 15, 2013

                           Felix Chuycov

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