Mozart – Një festë e pambarimtë In Memoriam (Më 5 dhjetor, si sot, në vitin 1791 ka vdekur gjeniu Mozart) Fragment nga libri “Në udhëkryqet e kohës”, vëll. II “De morte transire ad vitam” – “Përmes vdekjes, … Continue reading
Poezi nga Dhimitër Nica
NE DHE FLAMURI
Nuk është thjeshtë një copë beze,
qendisur nga duart e brishta të Marigosë,
aty mblidhen të gjitha ëndrrat,
mblidhen të gjitha dashuritë e kombit…
Aty derdhet i freskët gjaku i të rënëve,
që një nga një nënshkruajnë pavdeksinë…
Aty kanë hedhur rrënjë të gjithë baballarët
mjekër bardhë të kombit,
aty ruhen amanetet, ruhet dielli, gjuha,
ruhet ikona dykrerëshe e Kastriotit,
aty janë të gjitha nënat nëpër epoka,
që vazhdojnë të lindin heronj…
Aty janë të gjithë të larguarit.
që për Shqipërinë mëmë vazhdojnë të punojnë!
Ti sapo kishe dalë nga ai dush i ngrohtë,
me rrobdishanin hedhur përsipër,
unë hyra në dhomën tënde ashtu si “ kot… ”
dhe ngela më shumë se i mahnitur!
Flokët me avull shpërndanin fije ari,
duart të dridheshin, shtërngonin rrobdishanin fort,
unë i krisuri, i marrë pas të marri,
ngela i bllokuar,një buf,më shumë se idiot…
Ashtu i përhumbur,shkarazi të putha mbi flokë,
ti u ktheve nga ana tjetër,prisje sulmin mbi Trojë,
një forcë magjike m’i bllokoi të tëra,më ngriti mbi tokë,
zemra ndaloi,u ngatërruan fjalët,ngela pa gojë…
Ti këto ndoshta s’i ke mësuar akoma,
po t’i them t’i dish,nuk lihen gjërat me borxhe,
do vijë dita t’i bëjmë të gjitha,do rikthehet ora,
te puthja shkarazi me fije ari, riçelin e riçelin gonxhe…
DIMRI PO ZBRET NUDO…
Vjeshta i hoqi rrobat
një e nga një…
Por si e turpshme që është
i mbajti të brendshmet,
nga lart (sytjenat)
e nga poshtë (stringet).
Si prodhimtare që është,
na i fali të gjitha
dhe tani në moshën thinjoshe
po bëhet gati
t’ i dorëzohet pa kushte
Ky disi i kënaqur,
nga dhurata e vjetër
(por me pamje të re)
për të treguar burrërinë
e për të mos e ulur vehten,
po i heq të tëra,
tirqet e shajaket nga poshtë
e nga lart fustanellën…
Po zhvishet lakuriq!
Kujdes o njerëz!
Është i egërsuar dimri sivjet,
ndaj kërkon të derdh mbi ne inatet
e t’ na shkarkoj mbi supe malet.
Poezi nga Adem Zaplluzha FLASIN KUR MEN ERA Thërras, këlthas e bërtas, Askush nuk më dëgjon! Kjo dhembje e brendshme Si pula e egër, Çukit në shpirtin e drurit. Çukit ag e terr, Sa që s’gjen dot askund shërim. … Continue reading
Shtëpia Botuese “ADA” publikon librin me epigrame “Shkaku dhe pasoja” të autorit Ded Nikoll Luca (Deniluja Në librin e ri me epigrame “Shkaku dhe pasoja” Psikologu dhe epigramisti Ded Nikoll Luca (Deniluja) na lë të kuptojmë se shkaku logjik ose … Continue reading
Poezi nga Nikollë Loka Ta përsëritësh veten Të vdesësh me idenë e ringjalljes si dielli, në atë muzgun tënd të kthjellët. Lotin e fundit ta ruash gjithmonë me vete, dhe ëndrrën e fundit e shpresën. Se nesër me siguri … Continue reading
Татиана Вк Круговорот Как в юности младой неведомы мученья, так в старости нас жгут в душе сомненья. А так ли жил? А с тем ли дружбу вел? Кого обидел? С кем не поделился? Кому подкинул в зависти костер сырых … Continue reading
Tatiana Terebinova (Russia)
Terebinova Tatiana is a poet she lives in Otradny Samara Region and Moscow.
She uses the technique of sillabic-tonic, free verse ( vers libres) , haiku and tanka.
Tatiana graduated from the Moscow Cultural and Arts Acadimy in 1989.
The poet is a winner of the Moscow International Free Verse Festival (1996).
Her poems were pablished in the Anthology of Russian
free verse (Moscow, “PROMETEI” 1991),
Almanac “Arion” (Moscow) ,
“Journal POetri” (2018, 2019 , Moscow) ,
Almanac “Jour-nal sto-litsa” (2018, 2019, Moscou) .
ATUNIS GALAXY ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY- 2019, Albania / Belgium, PETER TASE PUBLISHING HOUSE.
“The fire of Universe” (2019 г.), Demer Press, Netherlands.
DE BRUG / THE BRIDGE / ГYYP – By POEMS FROM VARIOUS COUNTRIES ( 2019 ), Demer Press , Netherlands.
Flowers of the present SEVEN WORLD POETS, 2019, Demer Press, Netherlands.
ANTHOLOGY OF WORLD WRITERS, (235), December 2019, Trandafir Simpetru – President of the World Literature Academy, Romania.
Her name is mentioned in the Samara Historical and Culturen encyclopedia (1995).
WORLD INSTITUTE FOR PEACE APPOINTS AMBASSADOR FOR RUSSIA, HONOURED HER WITH WORLD ICON OF PEACE WiP.
Tatyana Terebinova is a renown poet, she lives in Otradny Samara Region and Moscow.
Кристаллы деревьев за зимним окном
Кристаллы деревьев за зимним окном.
Магическим сном окружили мой дом.
Пылало полено, стекало тик-так,
Мерещился ветер, потрескивал мрак.
Равнялись равнины, белели снега.
Молились раввины – печалей стога.
И Бог незаметно, невидим, витал.
Нигде и повсюду он пребывал.
Везде – вездесущ, невидим никем.
Он так не навязчив над пробой проблем.
Он так лучезарен, развеян ветрам.
Блистая отсутствием,- рвёт пополам!
Poezi nga Behare Daja Kasi U dridhe Shqipni U dridhe Shqipni, shpirtin copë na e bane, na le pa gjumë, na le me duer e me frikën në gji. Ethshëm t’u dridh shtati anë e m’anë Shqipni e mu … Continue reading
Poems by Nancy Ndeke BRANDED and PACKAGED The river has been dammed New outlets guided The old is shunned Outrightly damned Funneled on acceptability Tagging it civility Footsteps swim In the murky shades Of paths of gods Whose will … Continue reading
José Revello VIAJE AL INTERIOR DE UN MUNDO EXTRAÑO Fragmento- 19 LA RIBERA DE LAS DUDAS Pero ¿cómo descubrirlo en semejante oscuridad? Mire desolado esa pared metálica. Imposible trepar. Me dirigí al centro de la plataforma y opte por sentarme, … Continue reading
Haruki Murakami (Japoni) Haruki Murakami është shkrimtar, përkthyes dhe akademik japonez. Është përkthyer në rreth pesëdhjetë gjuhë dhe veprat më të mira të tij janë shitur në miliona kopje. Ka lindur më 12 janar 1949. Kioto Haruki Murakami lindi në … Continue reading
Poem by Dr. Gita Mohanty Mother, teach them how to roar Divine mother With my whole heart I’m invoking you Come and devour Please shoutout the improper, Lick them, swallow them, do whatever, Eradicate this sickness, cleanse them all, … Continue reading
Poems by Lilian Woo EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE The grey cloud is hovering The fiery wind is howling A thunderstorm is approaching The rain starts pouring No matter how gloomy is the day It will not forever stay After the … Continue reading
Një planet i madh brenda njeriut Nga: Petrit Sulaj Planeti i madh i emocioneve është këtu, brenda nesh, natë e ditë kur jemi zgjuar e në gjumë. Malet e fushat e tij, lumenjtë e qytetet që kanë marrë emra të … Continue reading
Poem by Sabrina Young *** The space between the sheets, where heartbreak only sleeps and honesty comes alive With eyes wide open my soul bleeds a tear evidence that I’m breathing while the rest of me dies Once was … Continue reading
Joumana Haddad Kalendari poetik: Joumana Haddad 6 dhjetor 1970 Shkrimtare, gazetare dhe veprimtare libaneze, sot mbush 49 vjeç. Qysh nga viti 2014 është përzgjedhur çdo vit si njëra nga gratë arabe më me ndikim në botë për veprimtarinë e saj … Continue reading
Afanasij Fet Kalendari poetik: Afanasij Fet-Shenshin (1820-1892) Më 5 dhjetor është 199 vjetori i lindjes së poetit, shkrimtarit dhe përkthyesit rus Afanasij Fet (Афанасий Афанасьевич Фет Шенши́н). Talenti i tij nuk u njoh plotësisht sa qe gjallë, megjithëse shkrimet e … Continue reading
Poesia di Rada Koleva – Genova MI AUGURO In questa notte , avvolta dal freddo , il tempo si ferma, si blocca colpito fosse dall’ictus, rimane immobile… applicato nello spazio, tutto colmo di pressione e di esigenze festive… Le … Continue reading
Poems by Parneet Jaggi What is Lost? No Idea Gyres of thoughts Spiraling up and down, Rottening the whole being Earned in births, Karmas and sanskaras Like coins of gold and silver, Rattling, Awakening the being from … Continue reading
Poem by ADİL HASANOGLU (AZERBAİJAN) Azerbaijan State Pedaqogical University. Linguist and poet Make me drown Let without furiously glance, Hope for silky smoothing only. For a sweet smile, for a sweet word, I need … only the crazy love … Continue reading
Poems by Leonard Dabydeen CHRISTMAS GIFT Do not prepare gift wrapping until Christmas Day! you will miss all the excitement. There’s magical joy of surprise to peek at your gift just you wait and watch your gift. … Continue reading
Mbizo Chirasha Perfoming poetry at one of Africas festivals
In that same literary arts activism wavelength , the Brave Voices Poetry Journal and the Zimbabwe WE want Poetry campaign founded and curated by Mbizo Chirasha an Internationally acclaimed literary arts projects curator and poet introduces the FREEDOM VOICES POETRY WRITING PRIZE , an International poetry writing contest that saw more 50 poets and activist participating from all over the globe . The contest was judged by globally revered poets and acclaimed writers that included Professor Michael Dickel , Poet and Editor James Coburn , Reputable Journalist and published writer Omwa Ombara and Professional Writing Mentor Tracy Yvonne Breazile. The Winners of the 2019 are Adesina Ajala , a Nigeria poet with his poem FOR KEN SAROWIWA( First Prize) , Chrispah Munyoro, a Zimbabwean Poet with her poem ECHO CHAMBERS( second Prize) and last but not least Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe , a South African based Zimbabwean poet with his poem THE BUDDS ARE FRUITING( third prize) . We have seven special mentions. The winners are to be published in five digital poetry spaces including the new look Brave Voices Poetry Journal and the seven special mentions will be featured in two platforms including the BRAVE VOICES POETRY JOURNAL. The 2019 Freedom Voices Poetry Writing Prize was payingTribute to Unique Heroes / Heroines. It is an Ode for Cadres of resistance ( Human Rights , anti-imperialistic , antiapartheid , freedom of expression , fight for political justice , right to economic justice and right to social inclusion) Ken Saro Wiwa for movement for the survival of Ogoni people ( Nigeria) Dedan Kimathi (Kenyan liberation struggle) Steve Biko (fighting inequalities in South African apartheid) Lookout Masuku (fighting for political justice in Zimbabwe) Charles Dambudzo Marechera (PenSlinger of Truth in Zimbabwe) Ambuya Nehanda (medium spirit of Chimurenga (war of liberation) in Zimbabwe) Ruth First (South African fighter for civil rights) Winnie Madikizela Mandela (Fighter for political and economic rights in South Africa) Itai Dzamara ( fighter for human rights and freedom of expression in Zimbabwe) Freedom Nyamubaya( gunslinger during war of liberation ,poet against dictatorship regime in Zimbabwe).
ADESINA AJALA (NigerianPoet) on winning the First Prize
Adesina Ajala( First PRIZE Winner of the Freedom Voices Poetry Writing Prize)
SOZA’SBOY AND THE LEMONA’S TALE
( For Ken Saro-Wiwa)
October 10, 1941,
A sweet cry creaked into the crevices of Bori,
Cascaded with the swings of time
into songs in a time of war.
Like the anopheles mosquito, war was the drill poking Basi& company—
an ethnic minority, crisp lands & fecund rivers.
Shrapnel of crude oil scared faces of waters.
Oil marched the wicks of farmlands, wrecked every lushness in its paths.
A forest of flowers wilted, shed petals,
Became silhouette on a darkling plain.
The singing anthill homed bland silence.
This loud silence would be treason merely set in some four farcical plays.
Berserk bites of genocide in [Ogoniland] Nigeria.
& the Sozaboy chanted the Lemona’s tale—
the agony in the Ogoni girl became bared on the transistor radio.
& the warlords wrangledWiwa’s weighted words,
Clasped him like prisoners of Jebs,
& clenched his body between the teeth of gallows.
Tell the hand that cuts the mahogany, his stump has sprout fresh leaves.
This poem, a leaf, sways.
A sprouting Nigerian medical doctor and writer, Adesina Ajala, desires to grow roots in the loam of the pen and the stethoscope. He does not know how he would fare, but he believes in journeying, in chances, possibilities and the divine. His works have found home in Writers Space Africa, EBOquills, Libretto, Featiler Rays, Brave Voices Poetry Journal and elsewhere. He was the co-winner of the first place of 2018 TSWF Writers Prize. He is on Instagram as and tweets
When eobiont is my father
Living in darkness
Languishing sodom and gommorah
Christened by vampires
Baptised in Hades
My toys,wails and anguish
Bathing with my sweat
Lullaby of sjamboks,button sticks and tear gases
I am a graduate of doom
Hunger and thirst my delicacies
Daughters and sons of darkness
That chieftain ,who rule by subterfuge
Who had fried his heart eons ago
In glee at the cries of the babies
Salivating in total erasure of humans
Ejaculating venomous fire
How then can i think paradise is there
When i am a citizen of hell
Pot trained to be a hardcore bandit
Shrivelling,flowers squashed mercilessly
Future suspended and eroded
Pissing on the precious blemis
Expecting fruits from cactus
“I am a woman who never backs on what she wants to achieve. Ambiguous and hard work is the keys to success. Patience is a virtue I live by I don’t want cut out turn success. The saltiness of sweat unlocks hidden destinies. I am a down to earth woman who looks up to God with zeal.”
CHRISTOPHER KUDYAHAKUDADIRWE (Zimbabwe poet based in South Africa) on Winning the Third prize
THE BUDS ARE FRUITING
Who will tell Dambudzo Marechera
That the seeds that he sowed in us
Have sprouted and are doing well?
That’s right, we want him to know that
The flowers he left slowly budding
Have unfurled their bright petals
To grace the garden of literary bliss
Allowing bees to drink nectar sweet verse?
Who will tell our gallant literary hero:
One of the few who made living prophecies,
About the fermenting corruption
By trying nipping sprouting nepotism
And the cancerous looting in the bud
That would seize our house of stone?
Who will tell Dambudzo Marechera
What has become of the house of hunger
Which he was mind-blasting about
While non-believers stood on the fence
Pointing accusing fingers at him?
But, let me say: never mind your departure.
We, the little buds, will continue
That work that you left unfinished.
Christopher ‘Voice’ Kudyahakudadirwe is a Zimbabwean freelance writer, poet and teacher living and working in South Africa. His first poems appeared in a magazine called Tsotso which was published by the Budding Writers Association of Zimbabwe in the early 90s. Over the years his poems have been published in the following anthologies among others: Harvest: The University of the Western Cape Masters in Creative Writing Poetry Anthology 2016, Best “New” African Poets 2015 Anthology, Zimbolicious Poetry Anthology Volume 1. And his short stories in, Ghost-Eater and Other Stories, New Contrast, Moving On and Other Stories. He is currently running a poetry blog called www.kudyahakudadirwe.wordpress.com where he publishes his own poems.
The Magic was also in the Judging
Author Omwa OMbara, one of the judges .
“The competition was pretty stiff. I hated to let some poems go.
I hope the rest get literary mentions.
Thank you for the opportunity to judge.” Author Omwa Ombara ( First Phase Judge ).Omwa Ombara is The Editor in Chief at Tulipange Africa Media, a diaspora based Magazine in United States of America and Contributing Editor of Women Global Affairs at WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS
“I was happy to read each poem. Each writer should be encouraged, as well as the ones not chosen. It was a pleasure reading the force and magnetic insight of each word. These are living words with a life of their own. Powerful and penetrating, forged in the flame of heart and traversing fear. Their ancestors would be proud.” JAMES COBURN – is an Oklahoma poet in the United States of America. Coburn has always valued the subtext of life and seeks to reveal its undercurrents. He believes indifference is the enemy of man as it is the benefactor of ignorance, racism and xenophobia”
James Coburn (Third Stage Freedom Voices Poetry Writing Contest) . is an Oklahoma poet in the United States of America. Coburn has always valued the subtext of life and seeks to reveal its undercurrents. He believes indifference is the enemy of man as it is the benefactor of ignorance, racism and xenophobia.
Tracy Yvonne Breazile( one of the judges)
“Reading the poems, I was delighted to find polished and confident voices.
The poets offered a promise of creative potential surpassing my expectations.
The quantity and quality of the writing served to motivate and challenge the mind with a common respect for the voices that linger in our shadows, reminding us of the importance that poetry can bring to problems that demand solutions.
The only problem that I found was removing some from the list. This task was far more difficult that I had imagined.
In the end, the poems that most closely matched the guidelines were the only match for decision making.
They were all beautifully crafted in both form and function. Although ultimately, there will be a list of winners, I found all of the poems that I read to be prized pieces of poetry that deserve a standing ovation.
I found letters meant for reading and listening. Literature and Orature.
I do declare, this was a tough task.
Thank you, Brave Voices Poetry Journal 67, for paying tribute to unique heroes and heroines and celebrating their uniqueness.
Although ultimately, there will be a list of winners, I found all of the poems that I read to be prized pieces of poetry that deserve a standing ovation.
I found letters meant for reading and listening. Literature and Orature.” Tracy Yvonne Breazile( Second Judging Phase). is a Writer living in the United States of America. She was granted the opportunity to serve as Writer/Mentor in Residence with the 2018 Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Mentorship Program, originated by Mbizo Chrirasha.Breazile studied Language and Literature with a concentration in Professional Writing at Columbus State University, Columbus, Georgia, USA
“Poetry contest judges almost always must comment on the subjectivity of what we do. While the Freedom Prize has criteria to decide the quality of the poems, which I used, how well we I as a single reader see the fit of any given poem to those criteria has to do with myself as reader as much as to the poem itself. In this case, there were four criteria: 1.) The poem fit the stated theme of the contest, 2.) the poem was indeed poetry and not slogans and clichés, 3.) the quality of the words and language used, and 4.) the originality and creativity of the poem. The first round of judging selected a “short-list” of ten poems, from which I was asked to select and rank the three best poems. All of this done anonymously, of course.
Another reader reading the ten poems on the short-list of poems might have found other poems of more merit for one reason or another. Reasonable readers may disagree with each other. I had the honor of being asked to select, and I have chosen three that I think stood out. However, this was not an easy task. The passion of the voices in these ten poems would come across to any reader. The music of the poems, with rhythm and rhyme flowing, consonance and assonance, sounds crafted into what we call poetry. The poet of each of these poems deserves praise both for political activism expressed as poetry and for caring for others, their people, and the world.
The Third Place poem I chose is The Buds Are Fruiting. In this highly original poem, we learn “That the seeds…” Dambudzo Marechera“…sowed in us/ have sprouted and are doing well…” and “The flowers he left slowly budding/ Have unfurled their bright petals…” Unfortunately, “fermenting corruption,” “nepotism,” and “cancerous looting” have also budded, and need to be nipped. Merechera is blamed and indicted by finger pointers. Yet, the poem ends with hope: “We, the little buds, will continue/ That work that you left unfinished.”
The Second Place poem, Echo Chamber introduced me to a new word, eobiont (a hypothetical primordial pre-life chemical) in its opening line. The poem moves from the “father” (of life?) to “Living in darkness” and moves through Sodom and Gomorrah, vampires that Christen the speaker of the poem in Hades…the speaker’s “toys, wails and anguish/ Bathing with my sweat…” This dark poem paints a vivid picture in images painted with a few words, and in these images we see and feel the suffering of Africa and its children from “That chieftain, who rules by subterfuge/ Who had fried his heart eons ago/ In glee at the cries of the babies…” This poem strongly condemns and indicts the cruelty of those in power who savor the suffering of others. Rather than taking responsibility and stopping the suffering, they savor it, and this has cost them their hearts (and souls).
(For Ken Saro-Wiwa), my selection as the First Place poem in the Freedom Prize contest, combines the strengths of these other two poems. It speaks to an historical figure, using strong images and poetic skill to create a poem that reaches the heart, lays bare injustices, but also ends with a type of hope. After a significant date in the first line, “October 10, 1941,” we read “A sweet cry creaked into the crevices of Bori…” The repeated hard “c”— cry, creaked, crevices— pulls us along with some dread, given their contretemps to the “sweet.” The next line begins with “cascaded,” repeating that same hard “c” into “the swings of time/ into songs in a time of war.” In the next stanza we read that “Shrapnel of crude oil scarred faces of waters.” The oil goes on to “march” through farmland, destroying the environment as it goes, until “This loud silence would be treasonmerely set in four farcical plays.” We are given “genocide,” “warlords,” and “gallows,” along the way “the agony in the Ogoni girl became bared on the transistor radio.” And after Saro has been hung, where is the hope? “Tell the hand that cuts the mahogany, his stump has sprout fresh leaves./ This poem, a leaf, sways.” The hope comes from the poem, from poets. At least, we hope that this will be true.)
—Michael Dickel, Jerusalem, November 2019
Michael Dickel( Finalists Judge). Michael (Dickel) Dekel has authored six published books and chapbooks (pamphlets) of poetry and short fiction, and published over 200 individually published poems, short stories, and non-fiction pieces, in addition to book-reviews and academic articles—under his birth name, Michael Dickel.
RESILIENCE IS THE KEY –
“We advocate for freedom of expression and upholding of human rights through our voices of resistance –POETRY and Literary Arts Activism Interventions like the Freedom Voices Poetry Writing Prize.” MBIZO CHIRASHA is the Originator of the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign , Curator of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal and the Founder of the Freedom Voices Poetry Writing Prize .
Poezi nga Vullnet Mato DRIDHET DHEU, DRIDHEN ZEMRAT Dridhet dheu, dridhet zemra ime, loton mbi rrënoja, një tingull fëmije. O shpirt i pafajshëm, o engjëll fatkeq, lotët e tu as gërmadha, as dheu s’i tret. Sytë që të pikojnë, … Continue reading
Poezi nga Vasil Tabaku MË JEPNI ATDHEUN Oh, më ktheni Atdheun Mua mërgimtarit me zë prej lotësh Endur i vetëm Nëpër rrugët e acarta të botës… Si mund të ma merrni Si mund të më lini pa dheun dhe … Continue reading
Poem by Hannie Rouweler A day behind a window A day behind a window not only tearing poetry apart but foremost the people. The words have found a way for those who pick up their pen it … Continue reading