Tribute Poems For Cav. Silvano Bortolazzi and World Union of Poets 2ND Founding Anniversary

Tribute Poems For Cav. Silvano Bortolazzi

and World Union of Poets 2ND Founding Anniversary.

 

 

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The following are tribute poems posted in the W.U.P. Philippine Gallery

 for the founder and foundation of WORLD UNION OF POETS; a response to the W.U.P.’s mission

 

 

“WORLD DAY OF THE WORLD UNION OF POETS – APRIL 25, 2016”

 

‘’On April 25, 2014 I founded the World Union of poets, filled with an immense desire and inspiration that went through my heart like a bolt from the clear sky, with the aim of uniting all the poets of the earth on a mission so far never attempted in the history of humanity.

The mission of the World Union of poets is to bring peace and culture across the planet through the only language understood by all nations: POETRY.

 

I wish a happy and peaceful “WORLD DAY OF THE WORLD UNION OF POETS to all poets of the world.’’

 

KNIGHT OF MERIT OF THE ITALIAN REPUBLIC (FOR POETRY) SILVANO BORTOLAZZI (POET AND WRITER) – PROPOSED IN THREE OCCASIONS FOR THE NOBEL PRIZE IN LITERATURE – HONORARY POET OF THE OLYMPIC TOWN OF SESTRIERE – AUTHOR OF THE POEM TITLE OF THE WINNING WORK OF THE 5th FESTIVAL OF THE MOSCOW PORTRAIT (CENTRAL PALACE OF MOSCOW ARTISTS)

 

 

Eyes without a Face

 

I suddenly jumped out of a mysterious lingering dream that seems to be haunting

But didn’t quite leave me out screaming,

A wandering eye scans the vast space in time reflecting with a weary stare quite saddening.

Through this crystalline mirror I witnessed how the world came to be

How it was created by the invisible hand of our loving Almighty

Out of love He gave life to things that are meant to be magnificent, stunning and carefree,

That’s the genesis of it all but look at how terror in this once peaceful paradise now reign

People inflicting each other incessant pain,

What happened to this once beautiful Earth His masterpiece?

Can we ever find harmony and eternal bliss?

 

These eyes without a face out of the blue started to weep

As slideshows of evil doings of mankind flashed before my very naked eyes,

I suddenly felt pain piercing from a deep part of me

But what can I do alone amidst all these misery?

Mercy for me and my brethren came overflowing this heart of mine

Staring at these teary eyes I begin to question myself

Have I done my fellowmen good?

Although different predicaments were not at times fully understood

Have I fed the hungry, offered shelter to the homeless, listened to a weary lost soul?

And be a friend to someone who feels alone amongst crowds of hypocrite people.

 

A beaming light then blurred these eyes without a face

As an angel stepped down from a heavenly pedestal lead me to a room

With immaculate white walls and shiny crystal ball at the center of this sanctuary

I was asked to take a peak at what our Earth used to be covered with greeneries,

Clear, blue skies and all are in dire harmony.

No drought, no deadly floods claiming innocent lives at a snap

No bombings, no power struggle for supremacy, everything was so simple then

But as man acquired advanced knowledge and skills

He became self-centered, rude and discontent,

We are our brother’s keeper and Mother Earth is our responsibility

Not just a refuge, a shelter but the heaven’s gift to mankind.

 

Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo Copyright 2012

Philippines

 

 

 

LET THEM SHOOT INTO THE VOID

 

You’re a soldier with a pure soul

do not let them abuse you

not today

not tomorrow

do not let them build devastating illusions

in your spirit

do not be grounds for them to try out their weapons

let them shoot into the void

do not let them desecrate the purity of your soul

and tear your heartbeats

of the heart that beats for the supreme truth

do not let them sow the seed of evil in your body

not allow them to feed your soul

with their poisonous arrows

do not forget

they need you

but you do not need them

because they are far from you

they are away from your beliefs

and from your time

 

IBRAHIM HONJO

 

 

 

One in Poetry

By: jez rico cuenta

 

Savor the essence of spoken words

Feed our appetite for just once more

Load the smiles, the glory of the world

Finest lines such written in attune

 

We have differences in cultures

But perhaps not, within our spirits

Because we speak poems to nurture

United poetry to merit

 

Hold on, steadfast on our peace and dreams

The dawn will finally come today

Will paint the skies and even the stream

Poetry lines, magnificently

 

 

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You’re Bliss, Truth forgotten

Untouched by other~ness.

Greatest power is in your groin,

To sow seeds of omniverses.

 

Freedom you hold in your hand

To dance the tune of myriad lives.

You laugh at death and play with it,

 

For you know its secret:

A u t o – a n a m n e s i s!

 

AWH 2016.04.25

‘anamnesis’ ~a septon poem

 

 

 

OASIS OF LOVE

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Walls of the worn-out life

Are now caving in

Day by day.

 

The windows of the senses

Are being closed

All rusted

In the fragile body

Shrinking with age.

 

Now insight door opens

Inside for realization

Of true self and worth.

 

No affinity is truly closer

To my soul

Than your selfless love

Profound for me.

 

With ever soothing foliage

Of your tender hands

Over my youthful heart

I was jovial and elated

During the spring time

In the pleasant bower

Of our lifelong togetherness.

 

From the piercing shafts

Of the scorching sun

Of the cruel autumn years

I am more relieved

And more secured

In the dreary desert of my aging life;

For you alone are to me

An oasis of love and peace!

 

Copyright@Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

 

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Il mio Arcobaleno del cuore

 

Tra i monti e in riva ai fiumi☆¸.✿.¸.•´ ¸.•´.-✿

¯**´¯**´¯`˜”*°•.•.¸ღ¸☆´ ¸.✿

Quanti scarponi

mani nude

cuori infranti

sangue versato

hanno visto

quei sassi di montagna

e quegli argini dei fiumi

di uomini che per

La Libertà

hanno sacrificato

la loro identità,

a volte ritrovata

a volte ignorata.

Foto ancora ritrovate

tra quei sassi

celate per anni

di amori e figli

lasciati nei focolari

di quelle case

che tremavan di paura.

Preghiere urlate al vento

che eco risuonavan

tra le alture e aquile in volo

Fredda come la morte

la paura negli occhi,

ma la forza di conquistare

Quella Libertà

il sangue ribolliva già.

Uomini valorosi

oggi gloriosi,

di medaglie rivestiti

e divise lacerate

sporcate di sangue

e terra della Patria

hanno Liberato

per i figli dell’ Italia.

 

(@Sabella Maria Cristina 25 Aprile 2016)

diritti riservati

 

 

 

Between the mountains and the rivers in Riva ☆ ¸.✿.¸.•’ ¸.•’.- ✿

¯ **’ ¯ **’ ¯’˜ “* ° •.•. ¸ღ¸☆’ ¸.✿

 

How many boots

Bare hands

Broken hearts

Spilled blood

They saw

Those rocks of the mountains

And those river banks

Of men who for

The freedom

Have sacrificed

Their identity,

Sometimes found

Sometimes ignored.

Photos still found

Between those rocks

You were hiding for years

Of loves and children

Left in the hearths

Of those houses

That Tremavan of fear.

Prayers shout out to the wind

That echo risuonavan

Between the hills and eagles in flight

Cold as death

The fear in his eyes,

But the strength to conquer

That freedom

The blood already.

Brave men

Today, glorious

Of medals coated

Torn and divided

Blood to get dirty.

And the ground of the fatherland

They released

For the sons of Italy.

(@Sabella Maria Cristina 25 April 2016)

All rights reserved/Translated from Italian

 

 

 

Life Choices

 

Is a state of mind,

Knowing what is worthwhile

To lead a good life.

Despite the many challenges, frustration,

disappointment and failure

We encounter in life, we still stand victor and not a victim of any circumstances .

That’s how we should perceive life.

Winning a battle will forever echo in our mind that we are still a survivors.

Its not how your life is destined to be,

It’s how we choose to live life, in peace and in harmony.

Inescapable or not, it’s a choice.

 

A.Roque-2016

 

 

 

 rosebuds of peace

  

i delve myself

with blooming rosebuds

in all walks of life

 

within you as the fortress

of all gardens

is a haven of love

 

a sanctuary

where open valves of truth

no more abstraction of dream photographs

 

the petals of peace marry war-free days

scents diffuse to human race

the earth mutates a healing promise

 

© Caroline Nazareno-Gabis a.k.a. Ceri Naz

3/29/12/ revised 26 May 2015