An acronym poem

Hello there,

I have found a poem from 2011, which I would like to share with you. It's an acronym poem, ie. it starts with capital letters and if you read them from top to bottom, it will tell you the title of the poem ;) I hope you'll enjoy it. It's been a while since I've posted any poems.

(S)somehow it's difficult to find out,

(H)ow she has died that fateful night.

(E)ndless conspiracy, lots of doubts

(W)hy did she have to loose that fight?

(A)ll that we know is half true

(S)secrets are left under the ground

(K)nocking silently to get through

(I)n the hope to be found.

(L)ots of evidence is still hidden,

(L)eft in the castle although -

(E)ven to get it is forbidden

(D)Diana's truth we'll never know …

By Sandra Stolnik

- 2011 -

Undisclosed Myself To You / POEM

Hi there!!

I'm really on a roll as for poetry!! I cannot compete even with this blog because I got the writer's bug again :) but please go to my public Facebook page to read more of my poems.

Sharing poetry on the net, your thoughts and feelings can be a delicate thing if you mention people who don't want to be mention. To be safe, write in general, make it up, put it into codes so that people will not know if it's true or not? Make them wonder :)

I shared too much, what did I do

Undisclosed myself to you.

Vulnerable as I could be,

I showed a side for all to see.

Poems name it my dream

With my life as a theme.

How will you take this information,

Will they stir up a conversation,

Or will they remain in the dark,

Not strong enough to light up a spark?

© 2013 Sandra Stolnik ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

This poem questions what people will think of my poems in general. What will they say?

Anastacia, I Give YOU Something Back

Dear Anastacia, Dear readers,

This is my poem for you sprock queen. I hope this poem will reach you! I have been thinking for days how to show you support and this poem came spontaneously, when I went to the river yesterday.

I have attached a photo from you and me, when I have first met you in Graz for the "Anaastacia Meet & Greet". This was one of the best days in my life!

For your dear Anastacia,
I’m going to write a rhyme,
How I have first met you,
I remember well that time.

When I heard I won the raffle,
Excited as I could be,
I started jumping on the bed,
No one would believe me.

It took me days to calm down,
Euphoria didn’t seem to end.
“Oh my God, I’ll meet you,
Together with my other friend.”

I began to count the days
All until day zero.
You’ve shown a lot of strength
You became my hero.

Waiting to have a talk,
We were standing in a line,
Nervous to chat with you,
I told myself it’ll be fine.

You listened to your fan,
Who has never met you before.
I got all of your attention,
I’m grateful to the core.

It gave me positivity,
Which I want to give back,
Till you recover from challenges
And came strong BACK.

© Sandra Stolnik
March 08, 2013

remember? ;D

Born to write

I have found a purpose for my life. It's to write. I am not born to just live.. but also to write. No one is like me, I'm born once and no one can be like me! As long as I have my mind and my sanity, I'll keep writing.

Yesterday I went cycling after work all the way to this place here, by the river. I hope this spot will look the same way in 100 years. I'll pray that it won't change. I cannot explain why it is this place I get most of my ideas. It is the water, the sound of the water .. I can listen to it, stare and stare and get lost in my own world. It's God's divine energy which is flowing here.

Salzburg is beautiful, it has a busy city life, crowded streets in the Old Town but also places like this one. I go there and can totally shut off from the rest of the world. They are sometimes other people who come as well, but if you really allow it, you can shut off yourself from everyone. They will not bother you, if you are deeply lost in your own thoughts.

Hope you had a great day too! Today on the other hand, it's a little rainy and wet. Here and there the sun comes out but it's not like yesterday.

Sandra

Weekends Are There For Other Things⎥POEM

Good evening,

As this poem already says it, weekends are for other things. Sometimes you have so much to do during the week that it leaves no room for other things which also need attention. In my case, it would be poetry writing and writing in general, that I need to work on over the weekend. This is not a great deal, it is something I love to do, so I always find the time on Saturday/Sunday.

Here is one of my latest poems which I'd like to share with you. I wrote it on Saturday morning, the minute I got up. It was a flash of inspiration that hit me, as always suddenly .. :)) So I took a fountain pen that was close and wrote this down.

I'll write it down if it is difficult to read:

Weekends are there for other things,
Which I also have to do.
If you don't know what I talk about
Then I'll give you a little clue.

What is it that I think of
The minute I get up?
"Hooray it is weekend
And I need my morning cup?"

Yes sure, though it's not what I meant.
Something else is often on my mind.
When I open my eyes and turn on the light,
I always look for a pen to find.

Something to write is what I need
Like someone's coffee in a café.
Without it I won't be happy
And cannot start my day.

After this poem I was able to have breakfast. :)

There are days when I don't write and then I feel really grumpy.. it can already be foreseen... I'm deep involved in poetry that not to do it anymore would be just disastrous! I don't want to dare such a moment! :)

I often need to remind myself to write because this year and last year it's been quite different and there are a lot of other things to do that you can easily forget it. Not to forget it .. but you just need a kick in the ass, just like with nanowrimo, you have to show up at your desk at the same time, every day.

It's time for me to get some rest. It's quite late here and tomorrow I get up early and go to work.

Sandra

Poem About A Murderer ⎥POEM

Hi everyone!! It's been quite a while... I cannot remember the last time I wrote something for my blog. January is almost over and I have already started writing new poems for this year. You can read some of them on my public Facebook page, simply click on this LINK. It will direct you to my poetry album on Fb. Others you can read on my wall.

Instead I have found this poem here which I would like to share with you. Do you know Patrick Süskind, the author of this book "Perfume"? I have read his book and have even watching the film. It's a great story of a murderer.

The result of it, I have been inspired to write this poem below. I hope you will take your time to read it. It may seem a bit long but it's worth to read. I am posting this poem to show you different sides of my poetry. Inspiration can come from everywhere, sometimes it's a book, other times a thought or a situation. I have read some of my poems from a few years and they are really entertaining me. So many different themes. You can write about anything if you wish to, just give it a try :))

So here comes my poem:

April 07, 2011 – Thursday

Poem about a murderer

I am reading a book
About a morbid tale
Of a monstrous killer
And all in its detail.

He himself cannot smell
But he loves the scents.
The book is very dark
And so is its content.

Abandoned by the wet nurse
She didn’t want that child.
She said it’s evil
Although the baby smiled.

She went to the market
With one thing in mind,
How to get rid of him,
How to leave him behind.

She didn’t want to keep him
She wanted to give him away.
So at this crowded place,
She tried to make her way.

During the first few years,
He changed many families.
They treated him like someone
Who had a disease.

His nose was a gift,
A dangerous one to own.
He was greedy about
Scents that were unknown.

He wanted to keep them
And memorize them all
But how can he do that
When one he can’t recall?

One scent was still missing
It didn’t give him rest.
The scent of a virgin
And her untouched breast.

To find the smell out,
He had to kill one
And that’s how the story
Sadly had begun.

By Sandra Stolnik

Thanks for reading, I hope you have enjoyed this poem! Leave me some comments or feel free to share it!

New sad poem (in Croatian) / translation below

Like a ghost I'm floating over the mountains, 

Day and night without ceasing. 

My soul has already left for days, 

Since that last meeting. 

I see happy people under the sky, 

From head to toe fully smiling. 

Well that's the feeling which I need too 

However, my heart huts and wants to defend it. 

Friends I have to leave this world,

My life has reached an end. 

In vain I've been flying the wrong flight 

Until I turned into the terrestrial paradise.

This would be the translation to that poem above. It is something but well that's the current mood of my muse. I just go with the flow.. AND there is something I just have to clarify..

• I write not because it gives me comfort
• I write because I cannot do it different
• I write because I have to, it's my gift which I began to own
• I write because this is my destiny
• I write because I have something to say
• When I write people listen to me
• When they read the poems, I have their attention
• I write because this is how I can communicate

Otherwise I'm usually just ignored, .. when I want to ask something they usually say "Wait a second I'm talking to someone" usually to a person next to me.. so I wait and they forget that I wanted to talk to them.. AM I not IMPORTANT to stop the current conversation or to end it?? No.. Sandra can wait, she's not that important to be listened to. That's how I feel and it makes me really sad! However, I'll get a life, this is not worth!

Or, it can also be the other way round. People don't talk to me as they don't know what to talk to me. Can you imagine? This is sad because if they only knew me well they would think different.

It's Sunday afternoon and I'm about to explode...!!! I will take a walk. It's so nice outside. No sigh of the real autumn yet.

This post doesn't sound positive.. yes I am poetry girl and I must pay attention to what I'm writing here but I'm also a human who has feelings!

She Can't Replace Me ⎜POEM

Hello everyone!

Weekend is here! Hopefully the good vibes will stay.

Here is a poem from 2010 but I put it on one of my latest photos from my China trip. I chose this photo as it somehow to me it seems to fit .. for this particular poem. This definitely not an easy topic to discuss or to think about .. "what if" or "one day..." I don't know if I were put in such a situation... but the feelings for this poem came and I had to write it down. The outcome hopefully gives families a bit of hope. Sometimes changes are good! No matter how painful some may be, we should always look at it.. as a new lesson!

BUT this is of course easy to say but not easy to put it into practice. Other times changes are devastating, really hard to accept so a situation. It has a lot to do with the person and their attitude.

If they are open to changes then things will definitely go better, rather than seeing it negative.

Hope this post makes somehow sense, but more importantly enjoy my poem! :)

My photo book from China

Hello everyone!!

It's a rainy and cold day... perfect to do something inside, reading a book or writing. I chose to finish this photo book I intended to do three months ago, but I haven't had the chance until NOW.

Here is the cover photo! One side "The Great Wall" and on the right (front side) a photo of a coal plant. No, it's not one of those nuclear plants.
My first thought was "Fukushima" when I saw this coal plant but I was assured that it's not. Most of them are coal or electricity plants. It was a little scary when this was the first thing you saw in China in the city :O

Though after some time you just get used to it.

My first day I spent in the Forbidden City of Peking (Beijing). It was a whole day trip right after my arrival at the airport. This was not my destination where I had my hotel but as I was there why not immediately go downtown and see some sightseeings? :)

Did you know that the film "Karate Kid" was filmed here in that city? Pretty cool? I saw that later on TV in China in my hotel room. I was like "hey I was there too!" =)

The first day was already a blast and that was just the beginning. It was a great experience and I am really thankful that went for it.

At the airport back to Europe, we took a break, had some ice cream and then when the gates opened up we could check in and after an hour or so we were finally inside the plane.
This was the view. Awwwhh!!! I didn't sit next to the window but I asked a woman who was sitting next to the window to take photos.


So there, I hope to give you a little inside to my trip. More of my photos you can see on my Facebook page or simply click HERE.

Thanks for reading!

Yellow, Black or Grey

This is a very special poem from my sweetheart :) Yes I'm happily taken ;) I love this poem and it's nice to write happy love poems for a change.

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Ah.. love poetry is definitely something special

They are surely different than those dark and depressing poems but it's like life, the ebb and flow of life! Take care my readers & friends! I hope to be back very soon!

Your,

Ready for a writing challenge?

Is it again this time of the year???

In a bit than a month the new writing madness can start and I am not even half ready for it. Last year I failed miserably but it was really a difficult time to combine writing my story and working and other chores that I had to do. I have not much optimism for this year....

I was more passionate about all the writing a few years back but this year I feel bleak about everything. It's very hard to keep the writing spirit up, even though I have something to say but do people want to hear it?

Life is changing rapidly, people are changing, responsibility and and and. There is not much time left to dream to be a writer. You have to face the brutal truth that not many will give a shit about what you do.  They all care more about their life, their duties, to keep their business going, this and that.

If I had a wish I'd definitely be somewhere else but this is not a dream world and there are certain things you just go to do.

I'll stop ranting because I really don't have anything smart or positive to say this weekend.

I'll try to find all the stories I wrote so far. I have to figure out if it is worth to invest time in finishing my last year novel or to write a new one. Every year I have to ask myself this question.

Nothing lasts forever

I found some old notebooks which I used a few years ago and I can barely read the notes again .. :O Not that it matters so much, for these kind of notes I don't mind but it makes me think... I have updated saved notes which I thought were important.. but what about other handwritten notes.. such as poetry??

In a few decades I'll barely be able to read my poems on paper!! This really makes me sad...

This is a natural process, even for writing.. but it will make me think for a while!

San Je Bratic Moje Smrti (Croatian Poem)

translation is below :))

It's not common for me to write in my own language because it was a lot more appealing to me to write in a language that wasn't my mother language.

Sleep is the cousin of death

Which slowly needs to die

And accompanies me in another life

To watch people from above.

Sleep is there to put me asleep

And not to wake me up anymore.

Like a corpse in its grave

But my soul is still breathing.

It lives still somewhere far away

Where you have never been

Because your time has not come yet

For the deathly force to call you.

Nov, 2011 by Sandra Stolnik

Some of you may come from one of the Balkan States, so this is why I'd like to share with you today a poem in Croatian language. This is one of those rare poems that I tried in another language because it felt like it was the right time to try something new.

Nib holder with 3 nibs

Hello!!! :)))

I went to the stationery shop today and I found this nib holder which had three nibs to change. Immediately I grabbed it because I have been looking for such a pen for months on ebay ... when I saw it there, I thought "at the right time, at the right place" :))

For some time I thought these nibs are difficult to use.. but on the contrary.. I was surprised to see how smooth I can write with it and I love that it writes a little "thick", if you know what I mean?

I have to practice a bit with this new nib because at some point it left me a stain on my paper but it wasn't a bit deal. I don't mind. It makes writing more fun.

I have friends who have never written anything with a fountain pen or with an ink and they are surprised when you tell them that you write with ink only. It's the feeling that you get when you move your pen. A biro cannot give you such moments of stillness. Ink doesn't last forever, I am aware of it but this doesn't mean I cannot write ink. I try to use qualitative ink, such as Parker Quink, to make the pages last a bit longer before they completely fade....

Here is my poem if you didn't get the chance to read it in my video on the top.

Thank you for reading! I know it has been a while.. I need a better time management with everything here... More soon! :)

I signed my book at my brother's school

Hi my friends,

A few weeks ago, my brother Dominik had his school feast at grade school and I attended it. I watched the performance the other kids prepared. He didn't but afterwards there was a tent outside with games, an jumping worm (you can see it a little bit behind me, it's red)

I enjoyed it there. I took many photos and will share it with my brother's friends. Suddenly I saw Dominik's teacher coming towards me. I thought she'd say something about me taking photos but she didn't. I wanted to introduce me but she already knew who I was. Then I saw she had my book in her hands :OO :) My mother gave her the copy I originally gave to my mom.  She said she read it and likes it very much and then she asked me if I could sign it. Of course.

Wow I was quite nervous and I think I made somewhere a little typo while writing my personal dedication to her. That took me a minute. I was totally unprepared but so nice wow!! I loved it! I hope she'll enjoy it even more!! THANK YOU!! That really made my day!

It's so nice that she knows that Dominik's sister is a poet haha :) I should have taken a photo with her but I think that would have been too much for her ( I don't know, I didn't have the guts to ask) :)

Someone else took that photo which you see on top. I asked a stranger and he agreed :)

That was just a nice experience and I look forward to many more!

Hope you enjoyed reading this update. It's been a while .. :)

The vernissage is over

Hi there!!

Sadly the event is already over... I knew that after a few days I'd miss all the stress I had with the preparations, though we were both relaxed and enjoyed all the things we had to do before the exhibition. It was just the "going back and forth, doing this and that" but this was fun. Our day was really busy and long but we both enjoyed helping each other.

I'd probably need a whole day to just recap this whole event, the good and bad altogether. It was a good practice for all of us, who were involved here, to present our work and just to have fun. We created a nice evening. The people who came really enjoyed it and had fun.

What was great to see that despite the good weather outside, people chose to come here to see what we had prepared. That was really nice.

This is the first time that I look back after the event to get together all my thoughts. I didn't have time for that. The day after, I was really "knocked out" ; "K.O." Preparations started weeks before, especially that last week before the "big day". We came to "ABZ Itzling" a couple of times during the day. We hung up the photos, we prepared my frame with my poems. We took some photos along the way, to sort of document our progress, each step so we can look back later and dwell in those memories.

You can see some photos on my Facebook page. "Click here" and you'll go directly to my page with the photos :)

There's even a video from that day. I recorded a bit of the scene with my iPhone. Unfortunately I cannot be seen so often as I have filmed myself and when it was my turn it had to turn off my phone and recite. There was unfortunately no one willing to take over the filming during my part... but I have an idea who to fix this... what's missing.
I might go to ABZ Itzling again and record the rooms where our photos are hung up and recite some poems. I'll edit the video later and post it on Facebook. It should be a recap sort of. More details on that later.

Thanks for reading.

Drifting On The Surface - POEM

Dark poetry is my favorite, sad and dark poetry ....

I thought to give you different sides of my poems. They range from happy poems to sad ones. This one is dark, in fact very dark! I found this photo on a friend's Facebook page and I got inspired by it. It was fascinating was she drowning or not? Inspiration hit me and I wrote this poem here.

I gave credit to that photo too as I don't know who the photographer was and it's not nice when you take something not to name the source. I hope it's fine to use it as background just for that blog post here.

I like this type of poetry, it's sad but it's life just like with happy stuff, there's also bad stuff. I'm sure I will write more .. some time!

Thanks for reading!

Last few days before the event

Hi there!!

Just a few more days left before the event. I'm slowly getting nervous as the days come closer. And... I feel really alone with all this and I just decided I will not ask for help. It's sad. I shouldn't say that, since everyone's reading this blog :P. Well if you read it's okay, as I wanted to share. So if you come on Friday, it would be nice of you. The purpose of that evening is to gather together, to share some photos, to read poetry and hear music. To have a nice time and get to know other people.

However, I'm no robot, I am a human being with feelings and I am honest. If someone doesn't like it, it's their problem, not mine. I'm just honest. No one's inquiring how things are going, no one asks how the preparations are going, as if I'm air??

Others on the other hand a bunch of people are very nice and helping and really trying all to make it all work out. My friends of the English Center are willing to print out the flyer and put it up in their store to hand out. I even saw my other post about my book at their book shop. That's cool :OO =))) Next time I stop by I'll ask them to take a photo of me next to my book :)

Should I translate my poems in German?

Oh this question as been bothering me for a while... You know, this event will take place in Salzburg, in Itzling. I'll recite poetry in English in a German speaking country, so it would be just fine to translate them right? AND of course to explain why I write poetry in English although it's not my mother language. There will be for artists and everyone will share some of his / her "art" on this event. I'll recite for poems and have perhaps 3-4 more also displayed on the wall, framed! :) I want of course, my audience to understand what I'll recite. Though we won't have much time to read out German and English so I'll have to do it in one language. Besides translating the poem, destroys the whole rhythm of the original poem. So translating is not something you can do from one day to the other, or within an our, yes of course you can but the real poem is then someone gone. I don't know. To me it seems a bit strange to read my poems in German as this wasn't the original language I wrote my poems. BUT, I have those 4 translated and will have to figure out how to use them or where or if ...

So pretty much is going on my mind :))

Thanks for reading, I'll get back to you all soon! There's more :O

A poem in memory for all the victims of the HOLOCAUST

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Holocaust Remembrance Day

April 19th, the remembrance day for HOLOCAUST. A friend of mine has lost someone in her family. Her great-grandfather never got to know his dauther. He was killed by the Nazi's.

Here's one of my early poems that I wrote for my friend. It's dedicated to her and her family. I wrote it in 2009. This week is my almost final week of my 3rd year of persistent poetry writing. This year has been by far my worst year of writing. There were lots of breaks in between, many weeks of "no poetry writing", lots of writer's block's... BUT it was also a different experience to me. I wrote about other things, not so much about the sad stuff in life but more about LOVE :)

This photo of the candle I took recently and decided to use it as background for my poem.

I hope you'll enjoy it!


No lost soul will ever be forgotten!!

Thanks for reading!
Sandra aka.

A poetry reading - Elements of Nature

Hello my friends!!

I would like to inform you that I will have the opportunity to recite some of my poems about Nature on this even here. (pictured above). A friend of mine who's a great photographer living in Salzburg, has asked me if I would like to collaborate with him. It will be his first photo vernissage and I will accompany some of his photos with my poems about Nature. The theme is "Elements of Nature".

Here's our link to your event on FACEBOOOK

This will be my third public reciting as I had twice the honor to share my poems with my friends. Once at university for a class where they studied about cochlear implants and once at The English Center, a local book and coffee shop located in Salzburg. On both occasions I recited poetry about my ear but this time, in less than two weeks I will recite about a different topic - NATURE!

I have to admit I am more fond of poetry that deal with challenging things in life but this is new and exciting to me. Thank God I have some poems about Nature that I can share. I usually write about the difficult things in life. I am often inspired by my own perspective of life, by the things I hear or see, by stories that people tell me. It's simple life, everyone's life has a poem inside.

I look forward to this event and with every new possibility I can learn and grow. Every new opportunity is another experience for me.

Thank you for reading!