Poems by Greek poet Dimitris P. Kraniotis – President WPS

Poems by Greek poet Dimitris P. Kraniotis

( President WPS)


Snow-covered mountains,
ancient monuments,
a north wind that nods to us,
a thought that flows,
images imbued
with hymns of history,
words on signs
with ideals of geometry.

Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Copyright © 2005



Noiseless wrinkles
on our forehead
the frontiers of history,
shed oblique glances
at Homer’s verses.
full of guilt
wounded whispers
that became echoes
in lighted caves
of the fools and the innocent.

Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Copyright © 2005

Irida ZUSI

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

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.
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
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
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
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.
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

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

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

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

“Mind Lapses” – Series #98 / Ade Caparas

Series #98 [sunday 10:40pm 26 november 2017 sydney nsw australia]

“Mind Lapses”

Discrimination, racism… is nature, no one isn’t… whoever whatever race, this is a trait present in human being, whether old/young, poor/rich, man/woman, white/black, any religion, any language, clubs, groups, organizations. _ade caparas manilah

the lapsing society minds
poor Joe would bow in joy
being greeted ‘Allo Allo’
by Madame Muzzy
who drives her purple Corvette
who wears a French silk cape
whose heated pink toilet seat
brags as the only one.

“my madam my madam
you are so beautiful and kind”
how wonderful
to be beautiful and rich!
but, what if…
i am a toilet cleaner, a fish vendor, a bus driver
would you return
my smile, my hello???

you are you are you are
poor POOR poor
because you chose to be POOR
you lick the footsteps of the rich
yet you abhor them
Jean Paul Sartre says,
“He is not enough in order to have
_and he has not enough in order be.”
ahhhhhhhhh… mind lapses!

_ade caparas manilah sydney 2017