Poet Video ,,Sametové náhrobky.“

Padá hlas!

Velvet tombstones.

Lubomír Tomik

a voice falls
open your arms

blue eyes,
cracked veins
you have nothing under control

the voice falls
on red lips

the voice falls
To meet you

Karta na publikaci padajícího zvuku je...
Sametové náhrobky.

Lubomír Tomik

padá hlas,
otevři náruč

modré oči,
popraskané žilky
pod kontrolou nemáš nic

padá hlas
na rudé rty

padá hlas
Tobě v ústrety



Čtení s trochou smíchu v šílené ráno….A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola 50.

Fotografie od James Wheeler na Pexels.com


And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Fifty.

Under the bright light of fluorescent lights.

But there is a strange sound everywhere on the globe. Whistling. Whistling other than wind whistling. Thin as a breath, but everywhere, day and night, there is an endless pitiful sound, as if from distant heavenly bagpipes.
Is this my new world?
-You? - I said concerned. -Don't you want to stop making a fool of me?
The Commissioner took stock: - Overall, it was a slap in the water.-
The devil's memories of how inappropriate they come and how they violently take over the brain. And yet there was doubt in him. Crazy, slight, sweet doubt.

When we found the Commissioner many years later, we found a notebook under the bed. The first pages looked normal: small, orderly, a little austere. Notes from a person who is used to keeping a diary on the road. And that's a good habit. But then the font grew larger, it swayed, perhaps it could be attributed to the swaying of the ship, but we knew that in those days the sea was calm. The content of the notes also changed: they completely lost their logic, their coherence. He kept coming back to one thing: In the middle of the smell of carbolic acid, in the middle of piles of dead bodies, I lent my eyes to someone else…
-Well, ma'am.- That was the Captain's voice. Blurred and inaccurate.-Where is the airdrop here? -
-I'd better-Commissioner Sullivan told him.- These are the adults! What do you think about yourself? Are they gods? ”He thought as he looked at the Captain.
One lid quivered. He smiled wetly. He had decayed teeth that disappeared into the distance. He was the most disgusting figure in the history of literature.
The captain did not answer immediately. He shoved a match into his mouth and began to bite it. Remember Fawcett! Only mud and vines everywhere. Before you know it, you're lost! You will fall into the swamp. Anaconda bites you in the ass. What about kandiru? That's a boy. Follow the pickpocket without worries. But don't go into the jungle, don't go into that jungle. But you probably already know that. And I'm not talking about going upstairs. You will understand all this.-
Sullivan thundered: "I'm already thinking with horror what alcohol is spilling on Kamchatka in exchange for furs!" I'm afraid that if I stand in the way of that alcohol typhoon, it will sweep me away like a worthless beetle. ! -
The pilgrim to Rome grinned and swallowed a hundred-year-old round sheep's cheese.
Shortly after the second, the scooters began to take off.
-Brrrr. -Thugs. -Brrrr… - Like an apocryphal buzzing wasp demonstrated by a megaphone.-Brrrr… -
The commissioner breathed loudly through his nose. So we should.

But what role does Nazim Kemal play in this game?

It was still necessary to admit that astronaut Peters was not only a very capable pilot of the starship Surf, but her added value lay in the fact that she had extraordinarily beautiful,good manager, firm breasts, perhaps smaller for someone's taste, I was ecstatic about them.

End of chapter fifty.

A little laugh this crazy morning. Když zešílel celý svět, proč bychom nemohli my ? 

Recorded at Studio Midian.

Karta na publikaci spolklých ovčích sýrů je ....- 

Poet Čtení naživo ve Studiu Midian…kapitola 34.

Crowley - 1 - mag

Čteno, nahráno, natočeno na kameru v notebooku, v nejnižším rozlišení, kvůli množství dat ,ve Studiu Midian.

Zvuk mlžné sirény z archivů BBC , volně dostupný pro neziskové účely , konkrétně: Ships & Tugs: Whistles & Sirens – R.M.S. Queen Mary ship’s siren, three horn blasts, signalling fog warning.

Napsáno více jak před deseti lety, jakákoli podobnost se jmény postavami povoláními příjmeními je čistě náhodná nebo je to klasická synchronicita.

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Thirty-Four

The fog is rising

The sky turned strangely white. The fog was born as if on top, thickening into tufts of white cotton wool and falling ominously, almost unreally.
Something emerges from the fog, shadows, voices.
-Knee socks?-
-Green-yellow-red, striped, those stockings.-
-I don’t want! – says pilot Olsen.
He doesn’t look a bit like a pirate. More like a Mexican coffee grower, tight boots, heels sloping. A sand-colored shirt, a leather vest over it, a loose colored scarf tied in the unbuttoned collar. So he goes there calmly, holding a hat like a car wheel in his hands, just new.
He had no desire for any apostolic fate.
-See you, I don’t see.-

  • A little bit? – Olsen asks.
    -Any little.-
    -And the sea? – Olsen asks a second time.
    -I don’t see that either.-
    -So you’re blind?
    -I’m not blind, I only see inside.-
  • But it’s foggy!
    -I’m telling you I can’t see anyway!
    -Base! – Jan won’t be long with Jan when the fog settles! ”Olsen said.
    He puts a huge hat on his head and puts two fingers, his index finger and middle finger on it, he fits the brim – now it’s just great!
    -Is you know a lot? ”Olsen asks again.

  • And so the man tells of the warship Empress Marie, on which he served during the last world war. He was the largest armor of the Black Sea Fleet. It was launched at the beginning of the century and after five years flew into the air in the port of London. Half a mile from shore.
    -It’s a hitherto unexplained event, says the man. First, the warehouse in the first tower exploded, where there were three thousand gunpowder instincts. And that’s how it started. In an hour, the ship was under water. Of the entire crew, only a few men survived…, including me. We saw the rear turret shatter and two monsters emerge like an apocalypse. Then I don’t remember anything, I only came to my hospital.-
    A lady with a pincher emerges from the fog behind the men and says- The men couldn’t do that, it was their job! –
    The other lady appears beside her. He also leads a little raffle on a leash.-No, no.
    One of the women is older, with a flowered scarf on her head, the other rather younger, in a pink dress apron, under which blue pants look down. Olsen gritted his teeth.
    When they both aim Olsen and his hat, it looks like both ladies would like to say something, they both turn their heads, but in the end nothing.
    Olsen sinks into the fog again. The cotton wool closes silently behind him, fits.
    Suddenly, a number of crosses appear, iron crosses that look like the Russian letter ž. They are welded from short pieces of rails. Iron letters stretch to the horizon.
    -These are anti-tank barriers from the ninety-seventh year, ”Olsen says,“ They haven’t removed them yet, but it won’t be long. Everything is running out. This iron will be needed as well.
    He saw them in the darkness of the lab on X-rays, bones without flesh pulsing according to police regulations, hearts beating in the rhythm of a business phone, irregularly, like a Buddha waving a hundred arms.
    Nine-tailed cat.
    Someone covers Olsen’s eyes, two hands behind him. He heard nothing. Not a step, no rustling soles on a damp, foggy street. Now he has to guess!
    A voice spoke.
    -There over the fog the girls dance and the sun shines, they are from the islands… –
    -What the hell girls? What islands! ”Olsen mutters.
    -From the islands in the wind. Palm trees to the sky, blue lagoon. If we got there. I want it! –
    Olsen turns sharply when he feels his palms running back, he wants to know who he’s talking to, but it’s late, the dark outlines of the figure already swallowed by the fog.
    Something was moving in the dim fog.
    Police mold gnawed on the walls.

End of chapter


Crowley - 1 - mag

Ke kytaře hlas.

Pro Tebe. lyrics:

Zdánlivě slepé uličky.

/ pro Dagmar /

v podhradí,
kde servírovali medvědům čerstvé maso zbavené starostí,

v podzámčí,
v reji komtes a přidušených duší,
čerň v odlesků diamantů

pod Tvýma nohama,
náhrdelník ze starostí dní,

když ho večer za sebe odhodí,

nikdy neprolije slzy do dlaní,

v podzámčí
v podhradí


s radostí na nich vyřádí.


Seemingly dead ends.

/ for Dagmar /

in the castle grounds,
where they served bears fresh meat without worries,

in the basement,
in the direction of the comtess and suffocated souls,
black in the reflections of diamonds

under your feet,
necklace from the worries of the days

when she throws it away in the evening

you never shed tears in your hands

in the castle
in the castle grounds

to the bears,

They’ll get rid of them.

POET OFFER :Audio ,,On the top of pinneapple „….

…for the Today Poet Video im looking some brave woman and men…

Čteno včera tady, v Kafé Uprostřed, na pavlačovém dvorku.
On top of a pineapple.

Lubomír Tomik

on top of a bed of pineapple

the sound of your voice is hidden

in the deserts, in the crowns of pine trees, at the bottom of Dragon Lakes, hearts scalped

into whose scales
the sun casts a glaring shadow,

I am miserable and naked every morning

in his attempt to conquer the mountain of mercy

yet when i fall down
into the arms of You and the Dragon's Mouth,

on top of a pineapple,
 puzzle of You,

the most beautiful puzzle.

So I'm open to ANYONE who sends to my mail lubomirtomik@seznam.cz any part of the poem, just word,verse,all poem, anything, in ANY language, loaded in their own voice, recorded by anything , PC,notebook,phone, will be used in today's Poet Video, with the name and link to their page, the deadline is 12.00 today.
If You like and be a part of this, YOU ARE WELCOME.

A lot of courage to everyone.

Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na tento článek je

Crowley - kralovna mecu
,,Královna Mečů“