Table Of ContentPoetry Series
Alexandre Nodopaka
- poems -
Publication Date:
2016
Publisher:
Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive
Alexandre Nodopaka(1940)
Biopsy:
Conceived in Ukraine, Alex Nodopaka first exhibited in Russia. Finger-painted in
Austria. Studied tongue-in-cheek at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, Casablanca,
Morocco. Doodles & writes with crayons on human hides. Full time artist, art
instructor, judge, and self-appointed critic with pretensions to writing. Considers
his past irrelevant. He seeks now reincarnations with micro acting parts in IFC
movies. The secondary synopsis is that the author has been a mechanical
engineer and practiced that profession between 1962 and 1998 in the San
Francisco Bay Area a.k.a. Silicon Valley. Alex Nodopaka began his career with
IBM in San Jose, California. He subsequently worked at Memorex and many disc
drive companies in the disc drive industry. He also worked for Stanford Linear
Accelerator and the Stanford Architectural Office before moving on to a variety of
other engineering functions as an engineering consultant. In 1985 he had an
engineering article that dealt with clean room environment specifications that
was published in Machine Design, a monthly technical magazine.
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Art Editor (2013 to present)
Art Editor (2010 to 2013)
PUBLICATIONS dealing with artistic pursuits * Peninsula Magazine * Pacific Guest
Magazine * Peninsula Guest Magazine * Livermore Times * Pleasanton Times *
Dublin Independent * Menlo Park Recorder * California Today San Jose Mercury *
Menlo Park Almanac * Painterskey, USA, France, Russia * Numerous Web E-zines
exceeding 70 in hard copy and on-line between 2003 and 2013.
OTHER MEDIA: * Featured on PBS Television 1981 * Featured on Palo Alto
Community Television Channel 1998, California * Album Cover rock musical band
NETHERWORLD * Guest speaker Brooks Camera San Francisco * Juried Art Judge
* Self-appointed Art Critic *
GROUP AND ONE MAN SHOWS: * Art galleries in the San Francisco Bay Area,
California * Art shows and Festivals, USA * Montalvo Center for the Arts,
Saratoga, California * Menlo Park Art Commission, California * Menlo Park
Library: Leather Book Bindings * Laguna Beach, California 2002 * Aliso Viejo
Library, Book Binding 2003 * Saddleback Art College,2003 *
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~ (.) ! (.) ~
This is poetry in the making,
its content is developing
forming enchanting words and allegorical silhouettes.
Quick with wit, angry as disillusioned slaps,
words and symbols copulate.
Life is eternal and the hunt is its essence!
It is the discovery of telltale traces of
never drying blood and anonymity where
hunter and hunted simply trade places.
They are never left alone
seeking each other.
We are never
a
l
o
n
e
I am always in you
as you are in me
imaging
illusions.
~~~
Alexandre Nodopaka
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1 Minute Silence
I thought I'd stop writing
my Devil's Advocate rants
today.
But again,
we made the headlines:
mass-killing of 10 in Oregon.
~~~
Alexandre Nodopaka
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2 Haiku Bicycle Brake Handle & Duckling
Haiku 1
Bicycle brake handle
enters my thigh
just saying Hell Ooh!
Haiku 2
ducklings in a row
play fowl ballet
Swan Lake it's not
~~~
Alexandre Nodopaka
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3 Senru/Haiku
In upper corner
a cobweb
with no dead flies
Between upper
and lower closet corner
a live silverfish
In lower corner
by window no cobweb
only dead bees
~~~
Alexandre Nodopaka
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A 1949 Summer Hallucination
In the center of the Atlas Mountains
A boy of 9-and-half years
Squirms in an army cot
In the middle of a windowless room.
No door leads in or out.
The lad resembles me. He's frightened
Because the walls and ceiling
And the floor beneath him heaves.
They expand and contract
Closing in on him as enormous jaws
They compress the hot summer air
That becomes sanguine red
And when the walls spread out
Into indistinct infinity or myopic proximity
The air thins into rainbow colors
And becomes solid and black.
When the youth matures into an old man
He always remembers this occurrence
Every time the rays of the sun
Beat perpendicularly on his balding spot.
~~~
Alexandre Nodopaka
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A Banter In My Backyard
I spoke to the butterfly telling her
I saw a lizard in the middle
of April at the edge of my garden
and how it was jarred out of its
shaded lethargy by the sprinkle
issuing from my watering hose and
not the traditional mensal showers.
The butterfly flitted her wings at me
which I interpreted as meaning
don't pull my arms, 'They were
April showers weren't they? '
but when I looked again at the lizard
now basking on the sun-warmed rock
the butterfly was gone and I knew
what I heard was the air whispering.
~~~
Alexandre Nodopaka
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A Bear In Her Tank
Butterfly kisses and teddy bear hugs
give life to a love deep and strong.
Chubby hands and arms to hold on tight
set the beauty of the world to song.
Sturdy little feet and a smile for me,
keep your butterfly kisses and
teddy hugs don't grow on me too soon.
Speaking of butterflies, Romeo grown up,
with laughter engorged, pulses and inflates
his blue-blooded stratum. He vainly hums,
which vein thou speak of.
Taken aback by such impertinent question,
Juliette blushes, leaps over the balcony,
which act loosens the tiger in her 32-cylinder tank,
convincing her she's a jaguar and he her pray.
~~~
Alexandre Nodopaka
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A Canto: Rama To Sita
If you are to be Sita and I Rama
Stop anything related to turking
Because continuing on a dark path
You expect to meet on a lotus blossom
But its leaf will not support us
Nor be a flying carpet as I shall appear
Only a pale reflection of Lakshi
And though I act as does Ravana
I yearn for the Divine through you
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Description:set the beauty of the world to song. Sturdy little And though I act as does Ravana. I yearn for .. Wow, tell me Dr, how old was the attack? She says at .. And that frickin' raven. Ain't gonna The bunny hill lift to Heaven is closed