Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Two poems


the sky is falling!, the sky is falling!
⁠                                   —Henny Penny

i’m the one
who’s never home
when you knock
and if she is
when you don’t
admits no one
black or white
living or dead

henny penny had many heads

i’m the trick i performed
long before i was born
like this poem written backwards
i’m the stunt that defies
i’m the cry to deaf eyes
whose only reply is
ashes  ashes

the Lord moves in mysterious ways
and i am falling upwards

i’m the earth that turns
and fells me from its tree
i’m the ocean that slides from my shore
i’m a point as moved as any fixed mark
i’m the eyes of the dead potato
that finds it’s way back in the dark

i’m the blood i give
but never give up
i’m the wine that flows outside the cup
i’m the truth inside the lie
i’m transparent butterfly

the Lord moves in mysterious ways
so why can’t you or i?

i’m the play i’m writing without a plot
the word “forget“ that i forgot
the regret that once escaped my lips
the mercy that hangs now round my hips
with the pull of gravity
the real of unreality
the all or nothing    the nothing of all
the indelible handwriting on the wall
that hummmms like a ghetto rhapsody

i’m the bum in the park who says less is more
the plexiglass sky of the invisible floor
the one who cries just outside your door

i’m the intimate stranger
whose smile will always hint of you
the Living Poem
the anonymous fingerprints of you
the enemy you befriend
whose soul can transcend you
the goodbye that may begin
but can never really end with you

i’m the saint    i’m the sinner
i’m the fish you ate for dinner
i’m the air growing thinner as i sigh
i breathe the breathless
my death is deathless
i’m the song i sing when i rise

i’m the altar kneeling
the all revealing    healing of the human kind
i’m the splinters i’m still peeling
from the cross i drag behind

i’m the mold    and the molder
i’m the front-row-center season-ticket-holder
i’m the protigee of the original sin
i AM the light i’m buried in

i’m the moth i’m the flame
i’m the prayers for the insane
i’m everywhere and nowhere
please remember my Name



Movin’ On

Alone in my room I choke back tears
for the weeping world the sleeping world
the impoverished the sick the insane
I think of old debts the light years gone by
my memory down the drain

I used to hang
with hobos on park benches
ride the trains
with strangers through the trenches
listen to their stories in the rain
So sorry I’d say with a lump in my throat
while I wracked my brain for a solution
I prayed for evolution restitution
a revelation for the homeless the disillusioned
the ones whom only God could understand

Take my hand–I’d say–and let me hold you
Let me comfort and console you⁠—
the brokenhearted the ones with whom love parted
the forgotten the absurd the unheard
Lord knows I could have done much more
Then a voice which haunts me still
whispered these words:

Forget the could have would have should have might have beens
the thousand and one excuses wearing thin
The promise of Heaven on Earth of Sun and Moon
was never hollow
Remember who you are a wondrous shining Miracle a star
Just do your best and all the rest will follow
You be Day I’ll be Night
You be Love I’ll be Light
Watch us spin in the dark !!
We’re movin’ on !

With every breath    with every sigh
the living dead    the dying in my head    the unsaid
filters through this thin disguise    the white lies
the borders beyond the cosmos of your eyes
realizing the music unspoken between us
cannot be broken    The mark of your genius
something inside you was meaning to
stir a beautiful mind    the purr of the sublime
the Divine in you that shine Shine SHINEs !!!
The kinder kind was never defined
by subtraction division derision
or resting on their behind

There’s something in the air
something rare    like I care
you can feel it
You can peel it off of every wall
see it rise and fall
spin it on the tip of your tongue
if you dare to
catch it as it flies    share it    watch it multiply
Everything in space    the human race    hummmms in the thick of it
Some of us too quick with it lose it    abuse it    refuse it
Others just plain sick of it
drown in the ocean of emotion
Call it what you will
it will change you    rearrange you

Energy synergy poetry
The acrobatics of that    can snap you to attention
the tension intention invention
the stunt of syllables    the pull of gravity
See my hand shake    hear my voice quake
Let it sail    let it sing
This moment is Everything!

Mystery comes unveiled    leaves a trail
Why not travel    take a chance    come unraveled
Let’s be danced    like the stars
Plummet like a me-te-or
Feel the heat of the flame
or the beat on the street or
plant your feet on the summit of defeat
No blame

Why take a back seat
to the wide screen Cinema Paradiso
Why am I are you are we so
afraid of flying    of living of dying
of anticipation expectation deflation elation
Be in the air Be Fred Astaire
Bo Jangles Baudelaire
Come live your immortality
You’re not some poor relation
you’re a sensational spokenword vibrational
a Child of the Creational !

There’s something you can’t hide
in here out there inside
touches me    heals me
knows what is real what is true
can’t sit down    or stand still
Everything in motion is a movie
is a spoof    is living proof    is through the roof
the sky the planets the ocean
The notion that we live we give forgive only to die
with fame instead of honor and devotion
is a celebrity game And so much locomotion
Stop going through the motions
Stay real Stay humble (just please don’t mumble)

Those who stay with what they know
have nothing to show for it
Give up the ghost and go for it !
Feel the loss the pain the gain of your soul for it
If you find yourself rejected    be the metaphor resurrected
Move on move out and through the insanity
Sense all your senses    transcend ex-per-i-ences
Be the sequential your essential reverential potential
Move on from fear to love    what was I thinking of ?
Share your light    a blessed blessing
a transformation    a dance formation    a holy incantation
Pay it forward Be sublime ! Let it SHINE!

Take my hand and let me hold you
Let me comfort and console you
tell you all the things I never did before⁠—
the ones with whom I’ve parted
the brokenhearted the forgotten the absurd the unheard
God only knows I might have done much more
Then a voice which haunts me still whispers these words

Forget the could have should have might-have-beens
the thousand and one excuses wearing thin
The promise of Heaven of Sun and Moon
was never hollow
Remember who you are⁠—
a wondrous shining Miracle a star!
Just do your best and all the rest will follow
You be Day I’ll be Night
You be Love I’ll be Light
Watch us spin in the dark !!
We’re movin’ on !

You be Day I’ll be Night
You be Love I’ll be Light
Watch us spin in the dark
We’re movin’ on!

You be Day I’ll be Night
You be Love I’ll be Light
Watch us spin in the dark
We’re movin’ movin’ on

Video Reading of “untitled”

Antonia Klimenko

Antonia Alexandra Klimenko was first introduced on the BBC and to the literary world by the legendary James Meary Tambimuttu of Poetry London–-publisher of T.S. Eliot, Dylan Thoma, Henry Miller and Bob Dylan, to name a few. After his death, it was his friend, the late great Kathleen Raine, who took an interest in her writing and encouraged her to publish. Although her manuscript was orphaned upon “Tambi” s passing, her poems and correspondence have been included in his Special Collections at Northwestern University. A former San Francisco Poetry Slam Champion, Klimenko is widely published. Her work has appeared in (among others) XXI Century World Literature (in which she represents France) and Maintenant : Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art archived at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C. and New York’s Museum of Modern Art. She is the recipient of two grants:  one from Poets in Need, of which Michael (100 Thousand Poets for Change) Rothenberg is a co-founder; the second—the 2018 Generosity Award bestowed on her by Kathleen Spivack and Josheph Murray for her outstanding service to international writers through SpokenWord Paris where she is Writer/ Poet in Residence.


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