translation attempt on Kostas Evangelou Rokos' (Constantinos Papapetrou) poetry

My word

I feel not pain with adjectives,

pain I feel with nouns and verbs.

The dogs

"The dogs may bark

at an unknown chap."

(Heraclitus the poet, fragm. 97)

Bus, 2

In a bus,

rolling down the cliff brakes-free,

two passengers were making fuss

over the best seat.

The way of salvation

A. Devil's advice

"Become a beast, to be saved.

The spirit offers no salvation."

B. The Creator's voice

"You beast! Become spirit."

"Situation vacant"

I read in the paper

there was a post for a verse writer.

I told them I was a poet

and they kicked me out.

The switch

I acquired a new switch,

I turn it on and off,

and, my, I discovered

there is a meaning in my life.

Realism

Once the boat has set sail,

do not throw yourself into the water.

There is no chance

you may catch it by swimming.

Love's story

Four daughters had a father

and he wondered which he did love most.

One fell critically ill

and he felt she was his only love.

Another fell ill too,

and as an only child he adored her.

The same happened with the other two.

Then did the poor man sense

his dearest love had always been

the one he feared he would perish.

Theatre

They are acting.

The little one acts as great

and the great one as little.

And as for the people,

they think of the great as little

and of the little as great.

The coffee maker

He had saved the coffee maker's life.

He dropped in a long after

to have a coffee and say hello,

when the coffee maker said:

"We're sorry sir, it's late. It's closing time now."

Carols

Having the doorbell been out of order

and me unable to discern the knock,

a child, eager to sing the carols,

broke the glass of the front door.

The pioneer

He had never been timely.

He was always ahead of the others.

My right

It was on the zebra crossing

that I was knocked down by a car.

And it was after my death

my father was told

I, for sure, had to be given way.

A vision of justice

I saw my assassin over my grave

weeping and asking for forgiveness

And I pardoned him not,

for it was too late:

I was a long time dead.

P.S. We had been told at school

that God forgives his crucifiers

not however the crucifiers of men.