Daily Archives: November 26, 2017

Irida ZUSI

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Irida ZUSI   IRIDA ZUSI was born in August 17th, 1989 in Lezha, Albania. She graduated with a B.A. on 2011 for Finance-Bank, then M.A. in 2013 for Economic-Finance in European University of Tirana (EUT), branch of Economy. She is … Continue reading →

Poems by Tyran Prizren SPAHIU

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Tyran Prizren SPAHIU
 
TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU was born in 1954, KosovoEurope and graduated with a degree in English Language and Literature at Prishtina University-Kosovo. He was awarded Poet of the year by Pegasus Albania.He authored one novel, Never Back Again and eight Poetic Verses book in addition to Dream Language English Grammar-Visual English Dictionary.
 
 
 
MYSTIC NATURE
 
Nature is mystical beautiful
love, embracing is this space
in me, tearing calmness reigns.
Sunlight penetrates this fairytale world
enjoying are the orchids,
…clear winter clean has all the impurities
far away from dirtiness tenderly enjoys
freshness.
Peacocks dance the waltz of Vienna
mountain water recalls piano notes
melt glide as the fascinating symphony.
As one with the wonder miracle surroundings
drunk is ecstasy, lust breathes,
the magic of the beautiful sails
brilliance with all mystical power is rampant.
Harmony accompanied with the green
landscape colors
flow with the angels to the endless horizon
 
 
 
POET’S NECTAR
 
Waking up with the birth of the day
feelings greening attacks,
the range of bees casts beauty
fed with strawberry’s nectar
Tired tries to stretch over the foliage
becoming a bridge embroiders my eyes,
builds the nest in the shadow of the
chrysanthemum
friends are coming to offer help.
As the King’s Noble brigade
are given work recalling Poets
step by step the castle is built
precious ones are as the verses of anthology.
Environment that animates the life of the wizard
announced is the quiet in twilight,
odyssey raised is the pyramid of literature
eternity built is, on the walls of the letters.
 
 
 
WE ARE MORTAL
 
Born with a pure conscience, skin and bones,
blood circulating, child is, hey man!
Years travel us, time observes,
weak human traits,
have begun, to adorn our being.
We are glassy, body sensitive we have,
enormous wealth, high poverty,
are kneeled, meandered,
me and you!
I ask you, miserable man,
whether prince or bedouin
take good deeds,
do leave, planted devilish.
Encouraging dirty war,
killing children, oh I do see fresh blood,
one day will be cursed, You, the greediest.
 

Poems by Dorin Popa

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Poems by Dorin Popa   EVOLVING ON AN  UNSUSPECTED SECRET  COMMAND I’ ve always  been  thriled by  the  moment  when men  lose  their  little  wings, by  the  moment  when  they  begin  to  slowly  revolve around  their own lives with  a  … Continue reading →

Marian Eikelhof

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Marian Eikelhof   Marian Eikelhof is a poet who works in her daily life as a psychologist leading her own consultancy firm, named Psychologisch Adviesbureau Ariadne. Her work inspires her to write about the emotional aspects of existence. Not only … Continue reading →

A Dictionary of Foreign Dreams ( Slovník cudzích snov ) / Pavol Janik

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Poem by Pavol Janik http://www.babelmatrix.org/works/sk/Jan%C3%ADk%2C_Pavol-1956/Slovn%C3%ADk_cudz%C3%ADch_snov/en/66047-A_Dictionary_of_Foreign_Dreams   A Dictionary of Foreign Dreams At the beginning it was like a dream. She said: “Have at least one dream with me. You’ll see – it’ll be a dream which you’ve never dreamt about … Continue reading →