Translator's Vacation

Dear Dima fans,

This is his translator. I've been on vacation the past few days and won't be able to translate Dima's poetry until I am reunited with him in a couple of weeks. If possible, he will dictate his poetry to me over the phone if he gets incredibly inspired. Otherwise you will have to wait until a week into 2008. Dima would like to wish everyone a Happy New Year.

Happy Holidays from Dima and his lowly translator!

Mr. Blog

Mr. Blog is a cat
He writes faithful and true
And on the Internet he wrote
a blog for You.

And who pray is this You
that doubts Mr. Blog is a cat?
Oh if he only knew that
You doubt what cats can do

Like typing and blogging
Online many cats can write
Mr. Blog believes your doubting
Is a furball of a mouse he'll bite

So the picture shows
Clearly paws on the keys
And a voice in his head cried: Mr. Blog
Believes what he sees

And a devil's voice cried: The eyes
The eyes play tricks

Translator's Note: While he was writing his poetry, I snapped this shot of him. He really liked this picture and knew it would be the proof he needed to show others that it is he who is the author. It took him a few days to write a poem based on this photo. His inspiration was Stevie Smith, a British poet who was close to George Orwell.

I Am Content

I am content
With sunlight upon my face
Here is my smile for you

My troubles are none
My memories are sweet
My victories are won
My meals--always meat

I am content
I offer my contentment to share
There is plenty of it to go round

It lasts all day
As long as I'm awake
It never goes away
I don't mind if you take

I am content
My thoughts are as warm as my face
Wherever I am, it's a wonderful place

Door of Mystery

The door I came from
Stands silent everyday
Beyond it adventure
In a cage and a car

Usually I remain home
While humans come and go
Walking in and out
Their shoes on and off

Friends and family
Come from that door
Bearing smiles and gifts
To eventually share food

Some days the door traps
My companions for days on end
They send someone to rescue me
From my hunger and my thirst

Why must they leave daily?
What keeps them away?
Why do they often return
at such predictable times?

One day I will learn to open that door
Then I will reveal its secrets to the world
Its ability to deliver special guests
Its ability to control the lights
Its ability to trap my companions
Its inability to keep them forever
Soon I will know
Yes, that is my destiny
The cat that will solve its mystery