Wednesday, March 13, 2024

Words, a Poem by Eva Petropoulou Lianou

Words
Silence is not the answer
When Sun rise

Moon is a light that
Give birth
To our dreams

Action
We can only trust
When the reality
appears

We don't need
so small minds

We are here
to believe
In our thoughts
And in our principles

When the miracle
is happening
Only Flour
Can give the solution
To a hungry mouth!

© Eva Petropoulou Lianou
Athens, Greece 
eviepara@yahoo.fr


Eminent poetess Eva Petropoulou-Lianou was born in Xylokastro, Greece. Initially she loved journalism and in 1994 she worked as a journalist for the French newspaper "Le Libre Journal" but her love for Greece won her over and she returned in 2002. He has published books and eBooks: "Me and my other self, my shadow" Saita publications, "Geraldine and the Lake elf" in English - French, as well as "The Daughter of the Moon", in the 4th edition, in Greek - English, Oselotos publications. Her work has been included in the Greek Encyclopedia Haris Patsis, p. 300. Her books have been approved by the Ministry of Education and Culture of Cyprus, for the Student and Teacher library. Her new books, “The Fairy of the Amazon. Myrtia "dedicated to Myrto with a disability, and" Lefkadios Hearn, Myths and Stories of the Far East ", illustrated by Sumi-e painter Dina Anastasiadou, are released in 2019. She recently published her book," The Adventures of Samurai Nogas san "in English by the publishing house OntimeBooks, based in England. Collaborates with the electronic literary magazine The poet magazine. She is his partner International Literary Union based in America. Collaborates for the promotion of literature and promotes the work of Greek poets. Eva is a member of the "Association Alia Mundi of Serbia", the "International Society of Writers and Artists of Greece" and the "Piraeus Society of Letters and Arts" as well as the Corinthian Writers Society.  She is President of GREECE association Mille Minds of Mexico and World Ambassador of international Academy of Ethics, India. She is also a member of Academy of Farsala, Greece. She is president for Greece of global UHE, Peru and Greece SAPS. She is also International Ambassador of e-magazine Namaste-India and Editor in chief Web magazin, Hubei, China and Advisor Member of editorial board Las Olas del Arte Magazine, Belgium.

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Two Poems by Zlatan Demirović

Universal Chords

In plural being, all exudes peace and harmony.
In accordance with unstable 
and stable currents,
which flow through waterfalls
of infinite dimensions
in the final calm of resolved tensions.
 
No tension, or longing for
unattainable,
no resolution is created,
with intention and with the goal
of returning to the peace of prosperity.
 
The stone of existential stumbling blocks,
through magical sound
unresolved chords,
full of creative potential
plunges through whirlpools and geysers
lakes of timeless stability
and final relaxation Wednesday
bringing the road to an end.
 
The universal mind composes that symphony!
Decreased chords, raises, and downs,
are planetary systems, which tend to
towards unification into galaxies.
Sad vibrations of nostalgic moles
bear the shadow of the unfulfilled,
sometimes neglected scores,
interplanetary bridges of minor tonic
full of aspirations for the expansion of the chromatics of joy.
 
In the record of that Great Work,
everything gravitates towards a safe path
dominant chords.
But there is no smoke and mays,
which, as if calling for action
universal full consciousness,
which carelessly hovers in an endless whirlwind
microparticles of stardust.
 
And all that until the final crescendo
and explosions of the universal core
with the birth of new stars
in the dominant-winning major ...
 
Dear,
I would have to tell you everything again,
But, by some miracle,
I always run out of words...!
 
Punished Souls
 
He was strange to me,
from the very beginning...
Gifting passers-by 
with small bouquets of dry wild flowers,
while showing the children
how to feed his parrot,
letting them enjoy
in his linguistic bravura performance 
and dancing in place.
 
The old man was in a great mood,
so, he would start a conversation with each,
but in the end, specifically with me...
 
Those drawings on wood,
displayed right next to the bench, 
which obviously belonged to him,
captured my attention exceptionally.
It seemed as they were alive,
extending their hands
and calling passers-by
to take them away...
 
Well, I didn’t miss to learn
their genesis from the old man.
 
"These are not works of art," he told me.
"These are only ultraviolet 
photographed smiling souls,
while expressing the joy of life".
 
I was convinced, 
that, to occupy attention, 
he can expertly...
 
"Ah, I'll tell you a secret!
Souls are here on earth,
by punishment,
learning to rejoice!
Along the way, they are sanctioned in life
for every non-rejoicing"...
 
Look at this, I said to myself,
I have read many mystics so far,
but I didn't even think
that I would ever meet someone like this.
 
And he continued,
 
"Finally then, so well taught,
they happily travel back...
Have you ever heard of a soul,
which regrets leaving,
and willing to come back"...
 
I already have felt dizzy,
but he didn't give rest...
 
"Souls are like bees,
flying around
collecting pollen,
so, they carry it to the main hive,
and then, on a well-deserved rest"...
 
I looked around,
is there any tram!
With that last heard,
convincingly ringing in my ears,
I was to leave this strange park,
which reminded me 
of Patriarchal Ponds,
from "The Master and Margarita"...!
 
© Zlatan Demirović
 zlatandem@yahoo.com
 

Brief Biography : ZLATAN DEMIROVIĆ 
Bilingual book writer, novelist, critic, internationally acknowledged poet, and trilingual translator (English, Czech, Bosnian-Croatian-Serbin languages).
* The founder of PRODIGY LIFE ACADEMY and author of the PRODIGY LIFE PROGRAM, which serves as a platform for spiritual and personal development.
* Founder and Editor in Chief of PRODIGY PUBLISHED USA (publishing, promoting books, self-developing programs, anthologies of world multilingual poetry etc.)
* DOCTOR OF HUMANITY of PRIXTON CHURC & UNIVERSITY-Milwaukee, USA (2021)
* HIGHER HONORARY DEGEE of ACADEMY OF ART AND CALIGAPHY-EGYPT (2021).              
* MEMBER of the ADMINISTRATION COUNCIL THE MOMENT INTERNATIONALNEWS-USA
* Admin advisor for POETRY AND LITERATURE WORLD VISION, EACRITORES SIN FRONTIERAS.
* Winner of the "Arab World Award for Creativity in the World Poetry Field for 2021" organized by the "Arab Media World Foundation London-United Kingdom".
* Multiply awarded as a poet, philanthropist, and humanist.
* His poetry, novels, essays, and critics have been published and presented in various literature magazines, radio, TV, media streams and participated in many anthologies around the world.
* Author and Editor-in-chief of anthology “COMPASSION-Save the world” (130 renowned authors from all around the world in only one poem titled COMPASSION).
* Author and Editor-in-chief of anthology “Bangladesh English Poets” (27 renowned authors from Bangladesh), Pakistani English Poets (25 renowned authors from Pakistan) and more than 200 books other authors .
* Founder and editor of Prodigy Magazine 2022
Books published:
PRODIGY LIFE; 4 STEPS TEACHING FOR SELF-HEALING; GENIUS MINDSET TRAINING; PAIDA LAJIN SAMOIZLJECENJE; POETRY COLLECTIONS 1,2,3
(All published in USA, by BALBOA PRESS, AMAZON, PRODIGY PUBLISHED)
 
Translated into:
Italian, French, Spanish, Catalan, Portuguese, German, Swedish, Duch, Greek, Turkish, Chinese, Russian, Japanese, Hindi, BCS (Bosnian, Croatian, Serbian), Albanian, Hausa Nigerian, Arabic, Aleut (Alaska), Urdu (Pakistan), Bahasa-Indonesia, Kurdish, Persian, Azerbaijani, Bangla, Tajik, Bulgarian, Romanian, Hebrew, Punjabi, Slovenian, Czech, Slovak, Macedonian, Tamil, Uzbek, Kyrgyz, Nepali, Assam, Africaans, Lesotho, Isixhosa, Zulu, Swahili and more, on the way.

Sunday, March 10, 2024

The Doorway of Consciousness، a Poem by Neha Bhandarkar

My existence in me
the size of a small dot
was getting tortured 
by the ordinariness in me

Orderly, to and fro, moving senseless meaningless thoughts
grow innumerable offshoots
of thorny toxic branches

For a moment, my existence
turns multi-coloured
Thoughtlessness shatters 
my own ideal tenets

Unrestrained passions
get reined in 
by a genteel ray of discreetness
with the guilty horse within me

The cloudy windows
of the grizzly mind
start fading automatically
to open the door of conscience!

© Neha Bhandarkar
Nagpur, Maharashtra, India


Neha Bhandarkar is a widely published Iconic Marathi Poet, embellished with numerous national and international awards for her consummate literary skill mused about in her writings. She is a published author of 16 books in various languages. She is a trilingual author writing in Marathi, Hindi and English and also a genuine translator. Many of her poems and stories are being published in many international anthologies, magazines and E Zines. Some of her poems and stories have been translated into French, Albanian, Russian , Italian, Phillipino, Nepali, Greece, Odia, Bengali, Sanskrit Assamese and Brail script etc. She is the winner of Central  and State government awards from the Government of India . She has bagged the Hindi state Sahithya Academy Award twice. Her poems have been broadcast on Quichotte Radio, France, Hindi Radio, Chicago (USA). She is a International PEACE Ambassador of Global Nation, Bangladesh. Moreover, she is a cultural ambassador appointed by the International Forum of Creativity and Humanity, Morocco. As well as ambassador of Peace and Humanity for IFCH, Kingdom of Morocco.

Saturday, March 9, 2024

Two Poems by Isabel Furini

Scarecrow 

Spread
night terrors
those scarecrows
straw
and grudge...
his straw eyes
outshine
the street lights

- where they transit
darkness arises
spit it on the ground
and meandering
between archaic words
Horror

those scarecrows
they roughly tread
on bare feet
reopening the wounds
that time healed.

Fled
 
he left one morning and did not return 
but left in its place the attachment 
- the attachment of having breakfast together
to go to the market
to comment
new hollywood movies
and recently released books

love is gone...
like a bird released from prison
today spends the night in the desert
and write on the walls of a castle
poems with uncertain destinations
love is gone
but his shadow of a freed bird remained
stitched to my ankles!

© Isabel Furini
Curitiba, Brazil 
isabelfurini@yahoo.com.br

Friday, March 8, 2024

Two Poems by Laskiaf Amortegui

The Day Goes-out 

The day goes out and the stars awake in the twilight.
The wind dances among the angry waves of the sea.
I, sitting here in solitude, watch the beach.
The day goes out and you don't arrive.
Our bonfire burns out little by little.
I lie down on the cold sand, 
while my desperate soul travels to the depths of the sea, in search of you.
The day goes out and some tears blur my eyes.
Certain memories haunt me...
I don't want to be here anymore!
The day goes out... 
And with it, between snatches,
the illusion of having you alive in my arms.

Spring Rebirth 

Tender little paws bathe in the spring flower.
So I permeate myself in you, 
the time has come to unleash life.
I sail bravely among your nectar, 
you bloom majestic, 
exhaling exquisite aromas on your skin.
I fall prisoner submerged in your garden, pleased, 
you open up like fertile soil to give harvest, 
I am a seductive labourer sowing seed.
When the new spring arrives, 
you have germinated your fruit; 
lost dreams and lost longings of both of us are greened, 
and even more when I see that tender and splendorous smile 
that makes us fall in love.


© Laskiaf Amortegui
Colombia
laskiafamortegui72@outlook.es

Laskiaf Amortegui is grandmother, poet, narrator, radio and journalism host, poetry reciter, energy leveler, cultural manager. She has participated in several anthologies internationally, her lyrics have been recognized, awarded and highlighted. She is author of: The Butterfly Cage, a novel inspired by five women. Her poems about life and a book on personal improvement, based on his own experience, will soon go on sale. Her family and literary godfather are his greatest treasure.

Monday, March 4, 2024

Just Feel Equal, a Poem by Aarav Gupta

Importance of humans rights
May stop human fights. 
Just feel equal
You will feel nice. 

I can share my saddness
So that we get happiness. 
I can share my thoughts
Irrespective of sex gender and height. 

As I follow human rights
I shall ensure no one cries. 
Make everyone comfortable
Other's should feel nice too.

© Aarav Gupta
Faridabad, Haryana, India 
Grade 6

Saturday, March 2, 2024

Two Poems by Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić

November Morning

Early November "morn",
before the dawn, 
I'm standing by the window,
the deafening silence all over...

I'm looking into the thick darkness,
only moonlight rays are sparkling
through the branches.
There's nothing alive,
only the remaining yellow leaves
are playing in the breeze...

I enjoy the deaf silence and pitch darkness,
while through my thoughts are passing
nearby dearest faces 
peacefully sleeping,
dear ones in some distant parts of the globe,
and my beloved who left this world...

I'm exposing my face to the breeze
to feel its caresses,
while deeply breathing
clean, cool air,
soothing my longings...

I would've stayed immersed
into primordial darkness and silence
for quite long
if the first city bus passing nearby
hadn't interrupted my awake dreaming.

I finally went to bed,
its warmth embraced me,
I was sinking into a deep, calm sleep,
hoping to continue
the awake dreaming...!

Primordial Love

Life brings us
new encounters,
new challenges...
For a moment we think
that the time has come
to say goodbye
to old loves,
move on and build
a new love
from the start...
But it lasts
just like a timid summer rain,
and then we return
to the old love,
that nowhere moves
from the bosom...
Only stays calm
until the shower passes
and restarts to spread its flame
through the chest
with a new, but silent longing,
without passionate regreting
that we are no longer united,
realizing that
only such love is
imperishable and eternal,
love of the soul,
Primordial...!

© Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić
Novi Sad, Serbia 
ljiljanasamardzicns@gmail.com

Prof. Ljiljana Samardžić was born in Belgrade (SFR Yugoslavia), but she spent most of her lifetime in Sarajevo, where she completed Elementary school, finished High-Grammar school and graduated in English language and literature and Serbo-Croatian language at the Faculty of Philosophy. Along with the work as an interpreter/translator in a foreign trade company, she first studied Italian language and literature, and later, in 1992, she was still attending painting school when the war broke out in Sarajevo. So, she began working as an interpreter for the UN military observers, other international and Serbian organizations. After the war and the decomposition of the former Yugoslav territory, she left Sarajevo and moved to Sokolac, the Republic of Srpska, where she worked as an interpreter in the OSCE Regional centre. At the end of 1998, she left Bosnia and Herzegovina and joined her closest family in Novi Sad, where she worked as an English teacher in an elementary school. As a retired professor, she teaches English, translates poetry from and into English and writes her own poems in both Serbian and English. 

I WOULDN’T KNOW…, A POEM BY ANGELA KOSTA

I don’t know if you resemble lost time, lost within life’s enchanting mystery, futilely encountering silent memories, desperately embracing ...