Daily Archives: August 6, 2019

Poezi nga Dijana Toska

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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 →

VOID… SUNYA (II ଶୂନ୍ୟ II) – Rajashree Mohapatra / Translated into english by Dr Haraprasad Das

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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

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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 →

El reflejo de Gorgona de Miroslava Ramírez / Ángel Rafael Martínez Alarcón

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El reflejo de Gorgona de Miroslava Ramírez

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

СИТИ РОКИАХ ХАШИМ ПРЕВЕДЕНА НА МАКЕДОНСКИ ЈАЗИК / Препев на поезијата Билјана З.Билјановска

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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 →

MY GUARDIAN ANGEL IN MY HAMMOCK / Poem by Joanna Svensson

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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

Poems by Lomas Kumar Bhatt

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Poems by Lomas Kumar Bhatt

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.

HIROSHIMA-LAST SURVIVOR / Poem by Susana Roberts

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HIROSHIMA-LAST SURVIVOR
 
Look at my age, ninety-three!
scars are plenty in my soul
screaming names, places and polluted water
thirsty to drink
no more clean water
rain of this black horizon
and my veins supporting
in each painful body
whose remain blind
at the eyes of love
in the blue sky
 
Scared by shades of darkness
my blood caught bad illness
and I survived to tell others
the voice of the hot spoiled Hiroshima
“Little Boy” from devil
took of many lives from souls
love without compassion
every dream, burned
every cell, burned
every tear, burned
every sigh, burned
inside my body
at the door of heaven-
 
 
Susana Roberts

Poems by Wisdom Wise Wonder

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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…