
Poem by Linditë Ramushi DUSHKU IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT DREAMS I just wanted to tell the world that I just wanted to look in the mirror and to see all my dreams in real light and … Continue reading
Poem by Linditë Ramushi DUSHKU IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT DREAMS I just wanted to tell the world that I just wanted to look in the mirror and to see all my dreams in real light and … Continue reading
Alfred Tennyson Kalendari poetik: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) 6 gushti është data e lindjes së poetit britanik Afred Tennyson; kulmi i lavdisë së tij qe në vitin 1850 kur shpall “Poet i lauruar i Britanisë së Madhe dhe Irlandës”, i dyti … Continue reading
Poezi nga Dijana Toska E mrekullueshme je Dalldiset nga gëzimi shpirti sytë marrin sërish gjithë paletën e piktorit. Mes qerpikëve loti i fundit kullon i fundit fare tani kur të pashë përsëri. Nëpër këmishë të bardhë shkumëzohen sytë ajo … Continue reading
Poema de Alberto E. M. Fuentes DESDE EL AÑO DE LA NORIA Yo, y el que ustedes imaginan fiero, nos hemos visto antes. Alguna luz murió sin ser por el cansancio. Algún ciruelo perdió raíces desde entonces. Pero no … Continue reading
Poezi nga Juljana Mehmeti Sans souci… Pa kufij digjen qiejt e kuqërremtë shpirtit të trazuar, si dielli larguar në perëndim pas horizonteve që valëzojnë me muzgjet tisit gri zbritur thellë syrit të detit në shirita që mbledhin të fundit … Continue reading
Poezi nga Rami Kamberi MË THUANI – O’HEE! Më thuani – O’hee! Ju plisa mali e plisa fushe e plisa kullash e qytete A na mbet – At’dhe! Për emrin e gjakut e flamurit, dhe për këngë jete Si … Continue reading
Poezi nga Nikollë Loka Ujëvarë zemrash Vështrimin hedh mbi një ujëvarë që fle, dhe ujit ia heq gjumin, prej agut ëndrrimtar në sytë e tu, shkoj rrjedhës së kaltër të një lumi… Në sytë e tu hyj fillikat i … Continue reading
Poem by Teresinka Pereira *President IWA WE DON’T LIVE We don’t live, only die. This is what we hear at school, at church, and in the family. They say death is beautiful, but I believe … Continue reading
Poem by Rajashree Mohapatra II ଶୂନ୍ୟ II ଶୂନ୍ୟର ସଙ୍କେତ ଶୂନ୍ୟ ହିଁ ସତ୍ୟ ଶୂନ୍ୟ ରୁ ସୃଷ୍ଟି ପୁଣି ଶୂନ୍ୟରେ ବିଲୟ । ଓଁକାର ଧ୍ବନି , ପ୍ରତିଧ୍ବନି ଜୀବନ ଯଜ୍ଞର , ଏ ଶରୀର ପ୍ରତୀକ ଏହି ବିଶ୍ବମୟତାର । ଜୀବ ଏଠି କାବ୍ୟ … Continue reading
Poezi nga Agim Desku FAQE JETE Dje isha i vetm i prangosur i ndërgjegjes Ani pse jetoja bulevardeve evropiane Nuk e dija nëse e kam takue ndonjëherë jetën t’lirë Tërë botën e kisha n’sy t’ballit Me ylberin mundoheshim t’i … Continue reading
Poems by Jyotirmaya Thakur STANDING TOGETHER Children are born everyday , Dreams are dreamed anyways, Waiting for someone to trust , But discarded alone to rust. From hills ,hamlets and coutryside, Suburbs , cities ,valleys and cities, From mountains, … Continue reading
VEÇ SE… PAK KËRKONTE Tregim nga Edmond Llaçi Me atë temporitmin e përhershëm të lëvizjeve trupore të tij të ngadalësuara, tërhoqi me majat e gishtrinjve disi mbi gjunjë pantallonat, dhe duke u ulur u mbështet në shpinoren e karikes. … Continue reading
Poems by Aendgzel Roze (Purple Roze) FRIENDSHIP Friendship’s unwavering wings Take us to wonderful places Where love & compassion Are the breath selflessly shared Keeps each heartbeat fluttering A nurturing caress enfolding That warm and enliven the souls A … Continue reading
NËN BLI PO RRINTE CUCA Variacione me temë nga tregimi ”Nën qarr rrinte vasha “ Kujtimit të Anton Pashkut Tregim nga Resmi OSMANI Lula e Zef Pjetrit, të Pjetër Zefit, cuca që hala si kishte mbushur gjashtëmbëdhjet vjeç ,por … Continue reading
TỐNG THU NGÂN (MIMOSA TÍM) TTN 926 NGƯỜI ĐÀN BÀ ĐI TRỒNG NHỮNG LUỐNG HOA (Ngụ Ngôn Tình) Người đàn bà đi trồng những luống hoa Cả một thời hương sắc Nàng cần mẫn, siêng năng Những bông hoa luôn … Continue reading
Poezi nga Petrit Sulaj Fjalët e fundit Kam folë pak fjalë e shkruajtë shumë gjatë jetës, ndërkohë me këmbët kam bërë vetëm hapa milingone, para e pas hapa elefanti, truri im nuk ka ngrirë kurrë, nuk është bërë as … Continue reading
Poems by Rhoda Adinoyi *** Above all hatred and unlink I was thrown to the wolves but I came back leading the pack I am a fighter of my lot Under many hell conditioned ambiance I stood not deterred … Continue reading
El reflejo de Gorgona de Miroslava Ramírez
Presento mi intervención en la presentación del tercer libro de poemas de la maestra
Miroslava Ramírez, con el título de El reflejo de Gorgona, 2019. Presentación realizada en el marco de la XXX edición de la Feria Nacional del Libro Infantil y Juvenil, realizada del 27 de julio al 4 de agosto del presente año. El Pasado lunes 29 de julio, con el horario de 14:00 a 15: 00 horas, en la Biblioteca Histórica Librado Basilio del Colegio Preparatorio de Xalapa. Nos dimos cita: Luis G Mendoza, Fabiola Aranza Muñoz, Ada Lilia Castañeda, y un servidor.
Agradezco de todo corazón a la maestra Miroslava Ramírez, por su invitación para participar en la presentación de su última obra publicada, en el presente año. Bajo varios sellos editoriales, Letras Encadenas de España, Fundación de la Universidad Autónoma Benito Juárez de Oaxaca y Librero de Úrsula.Lo complejo que es editar libros, como proyecto independiente, o en las editoriales oficiales, donde muchas de las veces se publican a los amigos. Muchas felicidades por la aventura de la publicación delReflejo de Gorgona.
Miroslava Ramírez, fue mi madrina, el día que asumí la Dirección de la
Biblioteca Central Estatal 1092- Biblioteca de la ciudad, el pasado 27 de abril del 2017, por la mañana asumir la responsabilidad y por la tarde organizar la presentación del primero libro de la bióloga Ramírez, Transmutación. Ello me permitió conocer la obra poética; un trabajo profundo y filosófico. Una extraordinaria velada, a pesar que en esa misma hora se inaugura la Feria Internacional del Libro Universitario.
Es un gran placer como responsabilidad venir a presentar el tercer trabajo poético, en el marco de la XXX de la Feria Nacional del Libro Infantil y Juvenil, iniciada en 1989, gracias a Francisco Alfonso Avilés y Lourdes Hernández Quiñones. Que la publicación de Reflejo de Gorgona, sea presentada y tenga como testigo mudo el fondo bibliográfico de la Biblioteca Histórica Librado Basilio del Colegio Preparatorio de Xalapa, un excelente escenario. Puedo suponer que la Mtra. Ramírez, haya sido alumno del poeta y docente de dicha institución Librado Basilio Juárez 1918-1994, por la sencilla razón de ser xalapeña del barrio de Xallitic, (Ya lo afirmó que fue alumna de la Prepa Juárez)
La poesía para mi no a sido ajena en mi vida; desde mi juventud fui eclipsado por la poesía de Rosario Castellano, quién murió hace 45 años, como embajadora de México en el Estado de Israel, y luego fui conociendo los poetas locales de Xalapa, mi maestra Ely Núñez y Valdez, Carlo Antonio Castro, Miguel Andrade Huerta, Silva Sigüenza, Héctor Zamora, Miguel Molina, Mayebel Beberío, Max Sánchez, Silvia Tomasa, Rosalba Pérez Pliego ( Mi maestra de francés) Jaime Renán, Julio César Martínez García, Gerardo Lunagonez, Irving Ramírez, José Homero, Estrella del Valle. Luego los poetas nacionales, mundiales, y sobre todos los soviéticos. Creo que escribí un parte de poemas.
Con el paso de las años, estoy más que convencido de la importancia de la poesía, y más de su escritura; el poeta tiene otra sensibilidad de captar las complejas realidades de la vida misma. El poeta juega, construyes, destruye con la palabra, para luego entregarnos su trabajo siempre infinito.
La poesía de Miroslava Ramírez, tiene candencia universal del amor al desamor, ella viaja en el espacio infinito, como al finito de la geografía mexicana. La lluvia es una de la constantes, para no olvidar su origen xalapeño. Hay una mirada conectada con la madre, me pregunta cuantas lunas libertaria he dejado ir en mi vida. Cada uno de los poemas tiene la fuerza de la pasión. Sólo me queda invitarlos a leer el poemario. Cfr. https://youtu.be/OdGA7zwfmVE
Ángel Rafael Martínez Alarcón
Müesser Yeniay (Turkey) MÜESSER YENİAY was born in İzmir, 1984; She has won several prizes in Turkey. She has books on poetry and poetry criticism. She has translated the books of many world poets. Her poetry books have been … Continue reading
Poems by Menduh Leka The Metaphor of Hope We will be luckier than we were We will discover Code of Recreation With a libretto of sacrifice we will travel For the sake of Love Tomorrow should not be a … Continue reading
Poezi nga Sokrat Habilaj MARRËVESHJE Ti më flisje drejt, ti më flisje pa ojna, Kush do bëhet burri im, ti a një tjetër. Duhet të më dojë më shumë se ta doja, Në rregull pra, unë do të dua … Continue reading
Poezi nga Myrteza Mara NË PREHRIN E HËNËS Më ka marrë malli për Nënën, Ka kohë pa i shkruar një letër Nga dritarja çmallem me hënën, Nëna është në galaktikën tjetër. E ka zgjatur rrugën e mallit, nëna, Që … Continue reading
СИТИ РОКИАХ ХАШИМ ПРЕВЕДЕНА НА МАКЕДОНСКИ ЈАЗИК СИТИ РОКИАХ ХАШИМ – е еминентна писателка од Малезија, родена во Пулау Пинанг. Во 1977 година се стекнува со диплома од областа на Уметноста, Театарот и Драмата на Научниот Универзитетот во Пулау Пинанг. … Continue reading
Poem by Joanna Svensson
MY GUARDIAN ANGEL IN MY HAMMOCK
I saw my Guardian angel
An early morning in June
Sleeping in my hammock
Between the cherry trees
His wings were resting
On a cloud – danced by elfs
Just above the meadow
In the morning
I have seen it
Quite a few days now
Flying around and inspecting
That all the little birds
Breed and develope well
And that all the flowers
Get colored magically
All that lives and dwells
In my summers garden
Love the angels’ beautiful inside
It’s thanks to him it’s multiplying
That all seasons – are enchanted still
When evening falls
And night is sweeping, tucking in
With its calm
All living creations
Then he puts himself to rest
Here, right here in my hammock.
Stringed up between the cherry trees
Just waiting til the next day
To do it all over again
With his loving spirit
He touches all living – all around
I see him often
In my garden
Singing lives’ and fulfilments song
Everything he touches – comes to life!
©® Joanna Svensson
Poezi nga Kozma Billa VRAPOJ… Sa shumë kam për të thënë akoma, netët e dimrit janë të pakta, nuk dalin as për një ese, rruga nëpër të cilën kemi kaluar, është e gjatë, dekada vitesh të tëra, hipur e … Continue reading
Poezi nga Valentina Diko Një grua është… Më tepër se forca e burrit se krahët dhe zemra e tij se duart qe thurrin zinxhirë tela me gjemba, kufij..! Ajo është pika e lotit ku ngjyrën e marrin ylberet mbyten … Continue reading
With Love
Once I said,
(Indian World-order,
Has been changed),
It happend long before,
But very few ready to accepted,
Yesterday’s,
Presidential Order in Rajya Sabha,
Proved,
Very hardly,
Where I was wrong,
Because of,
To say truth before the events.
That was my duty as a writer,
To say truth as it is,
Writer’s has also a duty,
Towards the Nation & the world,
I’m not against the Peace & Love,
Well I have a bad habit one,
Say truth before the events,
I’m not against any one,
I’m writing a poetry of love,
Reside in Heavenly crematory,
Talking with the souls of Dead,
They all are masters in politics,
Flying with the Droplets,
In to the deep sky,
They offer me love enormous,
Finally I’m not writing for any award,
However any one given me,
Accepted humbly,
Why I hurt any one,
Why not I love to All,
Even I accept abuse very humbly,
Any one free to abuse me,
I have no objection at all,
Thanks & Regards to All
@ Lomas Kumar Bhatt .
All Rights Reserved.
6/8/2019.
The Eyes of Heaven:
Part—-98.
I find my lost Heaven,
Rhythm in your soul,
Aaha, I must smile with your glee,
Must beautifying your’s divine gloss,
Blunders in life wonders in death,
Don’t shy My Darling,
Heaven in your feet’s fleet,
Wonders & blunders,
Makes together glee,
After a long long time,
I wake-up in Your feet,
O, Dear Darling,
Let me dance in your’s Divine spline,
At Morning,
Coffee is better than wine’s Cocktail,
At passing out evening,
Wine’s Cocktail is better than nectar,
Ah, Now I’m too old to speak,
To walk to read even to feel,
I’m too old to die even to live,
Oh God,
How I kiss your lips,
As young as before,
Sense left me alone,
As abandoned,
Star on the deep sky,
One going to die,
One hold his wings,
On the edge of Heavenly River,
Under the foothills of Mountain-high,
He injured wounded by stone,
Thrown by the child Monk,
They playing on the bank of river,
But wonder happened,
His soulmate’s pearl of tears,
Dropped in his mouth,
His wound speedily recovered,
He thanks to the playing Monk,
Duck in the pairs,
With joined wings together,
Slowly down in to the River,
I’m seen sun went down,
Very fast behind horizon,
Full-moon slowly appears,
Mountain-high appears golden bright,
Aha, She just comming down,
In the chariot of moon,
She holds my hand,
Fly beyond the clouds,
Fly and fly deep in to deep,
Dive in to the center of universe,
Her eyes fixe’d on my face,
With smile,
Secrets hold!
@. Lomas Kumar Bhatt .
All Rights Reserved.
31/7/2019.
Poems by Wisdom Wise Wonder
Letting go
You slave not the peace of my mind again ,
Past terror with its depressing gang,
You live not in the days of my Future again, Past sorrow with its striking bang,
For I am living the beauty of today, creating memories,
breathing mirth
and dancing under the rain of rainbow,
The past occupies the heart
with depressing emotions,
and imprints into the silent conscientiousness,
a devastating pain,
sorrow of regret,
chapters of agony,
The past paints, when in display the art of time ,
and makes, the mind to lose the freedom to live fully in the present,
letting go of whoever,
whatever kills the inner joy creates an opportunity for peace and love to performed magical miracles,
holding on, wounds the pain,
letting go, heals the pain…
Blessed light
Evanesced bubbles created a thriller which ignite the vapors of beauty to smeared the lineage of silent valor,
Butterflies troop crescendo the garrison of the wind with gossamers of opalescent,
the evening
chambers charm by the shimmering of the romantic cloud,
incites the radiance from this intimacy,
and glow with grasp of wholeness to each blink and sight of this shine ,
The nakedness of this resplendent body,
gift time a coalescence of passionate memory and graceful moment,
immersing the existence of the embers,
innocent lavender with sparkle of gleam,
the juvenile stars
rattling under the firmament canopy,
learns about the panoply of an amazing beauty,
a great vision whose heaven gives light to nature..
I am yours
When heavy winter meets the celebrity of cold Orchestras and was lost in the sound of the weather,
You held me close,
closer than one to two,
and spring forth in between the space of discordant ,
percussion of summer sonant of love,
bristling all around me consonant of thrilling wonders in the theatre of life,
I will keep this love in forever land,
where the sand are made of passion,
and become unbreakable even if a magician holds a
a wand to distrust our bond,
our unity will be the band to wrap the petal of this rose,
With you, I feel like a billion stars shinning in the garden of heaven,
I am yours,
in this splendid adventure, where my fear became so determined to only believe,
and beautifully becomes my courage,
and my weakness shot for the stars of confidence to become my strength,
all because you were there,
all because you are here,
all because I am yours…
Dr. Kapardeli Eftichia (Greece) Kapardeli Eftichia has a Doctorate from ARTS AND CULTURE WORLD ACADEMY live in Patras She writes poetry, stories, short stories, hai-ku , essays She studied journalism AKEM Ηas many awards in national competitions Her work … Continue reading
Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar Without Works Parading in front of cameras and complaining incessantly about the world’s problems without offering any solutions of your own is about as dead-end of a street as I’ve ever seen tread The … Continue reading
Poezi nga Alma Braja Vargjet e mëngjesit Vargjet e mëngjesit, janë ndoshta vargjet e lëna në mes, natën e shkuar. Natën e shkuar ndaloi dora, kur ndaloi muzika në kasetë. (Mos u çudit me fjalën kasetë, sepse … Continue reading