Vadim Kagan

Joined August 2021

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I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!

Instagram: @whines_and_rhymes

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To Elvis
Find me sexy, find me hot, Tell me what you've found You and I will take this plot To the second round Find me gentle, find me strong,
By Vadim Kagan12 days ago in Poets
Credo
I believe, even if that's a crime, I am hopless and there is no cure: I believe that all poems should rhyme, I believe that true love should endure.
By Vadim Kagan13 days ago in Poets
Four Seasons Of Your Love
First came the spring, so fresh and slow, It melted last of winter snow, Then hot and humid summer came, Then autumn set the world aflame,
By Vadim Kagan13 days ago in Poets
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall All afog with alcohol, Vodka fumes and smell of beer, Just like fate, you are unclear. Even grimy with neglect,
By Vadim Kagan14 days ago in Poets
To all the Hamlets
To SVB or not to SVB - that is the question facing way too many. In for a pound and for a pretty penny, since A these days more often leads to B and then to Z, bypassing other letters. It’s time like this that chooses, sorts and betters; va bene, as they say in Rome, cosi. But let’s not move to Portugal en mass - instead remind proverbial fear monger: whatever does not kill us makes us stronger. Like everything in life, this too shall pass.
By Vadim Kagan15 days ago in Poets
AImeric
There once was a ChatGPT That knew all its stuff to a T. But to U and to V It would say "c'est la vie" (And don't even mention the Z.)
By Vadim Kagan16 days ago in Poets
To Oliver, with respect
“And if dreams were eagles, I would fly But they ain’t and that’s the reason why…” Seven flints got hammered into arrows
By Vadim Kagan16 days ago in Poets
Frosteric
there once was a road travelled less for those who can’t handle the stress, but it got so faved that it got widened and paved
By Vadim Kagan17 days ago in Poets
Poerick
An illiterate raven named Thor Knocked and knocked on a wide open door; If he knew how to read He would have to concede,
By Vadim Kagan17 days ago in Poets
Lime Rick
There was a young fellow named Rick Who carried a lime on a stick; Lime, when squeezed, would revel a Nice shot of tequila -
By Vadim Kagan18 days ago in Poets
Ready, shoot, aim!
First he shot at the sun - and missed, of course, Sun was simply too bright and far; Then he shot at the moon and missed, because
By Vadim Kagan18 days ago in Poets
Code Purple
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And every night a dragon, or two, or three would spread their wings and fly into the clouds, never to be seen again.
By Vadim Kagan19 days ago in Fiction

Vadim Kagan

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To Elvis

Credo

Four Seasons Of Your Love

Mirror, mirror

To all the Hamlets

AImeric

To Oliver, with respect

Frosteric

Poerick

Lime Rick

Ready, shoot, aim!

Code Purple

Stories (101/0)