Okloho Solomon Okloho\Love

Okloho Solomon Okloho

Theme: the hills
Poem title:
Love.

As tall as the hill
It is the splendor of ages
Magnificently in the heart of the living to wonder
The beautiful mystery of nature's gift
As ancient words makes the world

On this hills
Our spectrum of love is staged
A light sheen on the pacesetters of love
The candle of our flaming desire
To glow as the torchlight on Kilimanjaro

On this hills
The sweet melody of the ornament violin
We play
And sing the lullaby songs of king Solomon
As our lips covers each other with kisses
Loosing ourselves to the wonder of love

On this hills
Distress wax and wane
Like the dove that hides in crevices rocks
Ours is a stallion lily
As we love and caress.

Mirela Necula - Închinat doar mie, Evei

Mirela Necula

Închinat doar mie, Evei

Inima își pleacă capul, dar îți arde în învieri!
Când biblia iubirii tace în altarul de sub umeri!
O mărgea nemăsurată într-o fragedă podoabă!
Frumoasă, cochetă, vorbind aceeași limbă în grabă!

Drag îmi ești tu Mângâiere, când aprinzi măreț o stea!
Când amicul tău amorul ne ține locului alăturea!
Raza de suflet blajin își desface dulceața în valuri!
Privire în privire, în brațe calde, în tandre dueluri!

Ochii mei îți știu și buza caldă și fiorul!
Și oceanul de dor liniștit când sărută viitorul!
Doar tăcerea ta fugară a stăpânit pământul nebună!
Când eu, supusa timpului răsar cu blânda lună de mână!

Dar îndulcește-mi ochii și la finele poemei!
Cu un rai plin de iubire, închinat doar mie, Evei!

Hortencia Aguilar Herrera \ EN EL ATRIL DE MI BURÓ

Hortencia Aguilar Herrera

EN EL ATRIL DE MI BURÓ

He alojado en mí sonriente buró las caricias de mi almohada,
el beso que sin tocarme me dio y el rubor de mi alborada,
las peripecias de mi voz cuan mágica sonrisa almibarada,
el reverbero de mi alma y el sollozo de una rima enamorada.

He guardado en el atril de mi buró la inefable ilusión tornasolada,
el helecho que en el río me miró y la dulce sensación de una carcajada,
el mítico corcel que de mi se adueñó en la senda fugaz de mi enramada,
el papiro blanco que mi pluma descubrió y mi oración para ti sobre la riada.

He oleado al calor de mi buró
el hilo con que bordo tu mirada,
las ansias que mi cielo atesoró y la magia de una encrucijada,
el tintero que a gritos musitó
amores sobre una marejada,
y el hierro que un día me tatuó para libar la verdad iluminada.

Paul Assyrian \ Love a vaccine against the epidemic

Paul Assyrian

  Love a vaccine against the epidemic                                                                                                  

And suddenly, without you knowing,

The strings of the heart beat and ring

Like Beethoven’s music, soothing,

Seeing a red rose like

An Iraqi palm tree,

Love radiates the depths of meditation for a long time

So that you forget yourself in moments,

About this feeling that struck the coast of the soul, such as white waves

The human path changes with a long journey

Smiling daily as the sun shines

Towards work, science and knowledge,

And accomplishing big business to succeed

In front of the beloved picture,

Embrace as the hour hand midway with a beautiful kiss,

The hours of joy pass like a wind quickly,

Embrace our old memories,

And our dreams rose pink

In order to search for love between

We dedicate the poem,

It looks like a red apple adorning its chest

Flouncing free wrestling

In the course of life,

That are moving away from the Corona epidemic,

Peppe Altimare \ "Eyes of hope"

Peppe Altimare

"Eyes of hope"

COVID-19

We are here,
in this virtuous and unconscious time
Authors of a book
without cover,
of these pages torn away
to the everyday life of today.
Children of an intrepid destiny,
we breathe uselessness
in this ruined present,
withered like roses in the garden,
for too much drought.
But,
everything we need
it is on the other side of fear.
When life hurts
we attach ourselves to hope.
To this stubborn feeling,
mother of indignation and courage
... yes, disdain for this tangible reality and courage for the desire to change it.
Hope is something with wings, which dwells in the soul;
it is a sweet melody without words.
Although the fear will prevail with its many arguments,
it will always make us knock on the door of life;
and again flow slowly
as in an hourglass, where every second will be long an eternity,
and the words that follow one another,
they will be like grains of sand. We will silence our powerful hope,
and its sinking
it will be the beginning that will make us give birth to a new life.
Just so,
we will land with grandeur
in the second half of our reality.

Elisa Mascia \ ONLY WITH YOU

Elisa Mascia

 ONLY WITH YOU.

Only for you I smile, only for you I cry,
just for you I look at the sky and draw your face,
your eyes cheer me up.
Just for you I say good morning to the new day
and I dedicate every wish to my dreams with you,
your arms cradle me.
Only for you I live the time with faith, with love
and with the hope that I learned with you.
Only with you do I look at the love with the pure soul of a happy and innocent child
who loves everyone without guilt and without sin.
Just for you my heart is chained in a prison
and patiently await your return hopefully
which, of course, will be there and only then
I will go back to living fully
breathing your love, your simplicity
which has invaluable vital value.
Only for you I love my prayer to Him
who will fulfill it so that the dream becomes reality
and we will live together in eternity.

Slavka Bozovic \ My touch

Slavka Bozovic

My touch . . .

Sometimes I wander into your dreams

I'm hiding you don't know

I listen to my heart call to me

I sigh as you sleep soundly

Well, like a butterfly, I get up high

Covered with white clouds

I'm careful not to go deep

I caress your forehead with my lips

I stay breathless there until morning

Feel my soul, I know

Then in the whirlwind of passion I disappear

a fiery kiss when I give it to you

Longing creates a problem in sleep

I'm still in you

Feel my touch flowing through your blood

And warm fingers between yours

I often get stuck in your thoughts

Like a golden thread

You are fascinated by the breath of my contours

I've been making a mess of you since

Sometimes I run into your secrets

To remind you

You know that wouldn't hold my heart

Without your love, not to grow old. . .

Autor Ioan Draga \ SERVO FEUDALE

Autor Ioan Draga

SERVO FEUDALE...

Plec capul jos și mă închin,
Căci nu-mi găsesc alinul,
Eu n-am băut cupe de vin,
Dar azi refuz pelinul.
Ajunge cât am plugărit,
În foamea îndurată,
Boierii cum i-am slugărit,
Fără apă curată.

Mi-e jugul pus dar îl dau jos,
Chiaburii vreau să știe,
Că prea mult timp le-am dus folos
Și-o viață-n iobăgie.
De cand mă știu sunt pe ogor,
Cu plugul meu în mână,
Cu lacrimi eu ar pe răzor,
Căci soarta mi-e stăpână.

Pământul lor l-am semănat,
Cu trudă și sudoare,
Iar la vreme de secerat
Eram tot ars de soare.
Hambarele lor le-am umplut,
Cu rodul muncii mele,
Sub ploile ce au căzut,
În nopți fără de stele.

Căci înflorită-i nedreptatea
Și lângă animale-s pus,
Mi-a fost luată libertatea,
De munca grea am fost răpus.
Iar clipele îmi sunt cernute,
De tot ce este mai frumos,
În haine cu dureri țesute
Mă-mbrac sub cerul furtunos.

Ce îmi doresc? Nu vreau avere,
Nimic din ce nu e al meu,
Dar îmi doresc cu-a mea putere
Să rup în două jugul greu.
Să pot munci al meu pământ
Și să îl ar cu demnitate
Să mă închin doar Celui Sfânt
Să am o viață-n libertate.

Să seamăn grâul pe ogor,
La vreme ploi să cadă,
Sa îmi coc pâinea în cuptor,
Cu boii în ogradă,
Să-ncalț opinca bucuros,
În spate-mi iau cojocul,
De ziua-i frig eu cânt voios,
Căci munca îmi e focul.

Să-mi văd copiii fericiți,
Cu toți când stăm la masă,
În școli să fie instruiți
Când vor pleca de-acasă.
Apusul meu când va veni
Nu va fi-n slugărire,
Tăcerea mea va deveni,
Un zbor spre nemurire.

Ravindranath Kunnath\ The

Ravindranath Kunnath

The ...

Without end
The wisdom.

An absurd narration,I quote;
I dream
My soul is a garland
Around the wisdom
Without end.

As a rational being I tried to re-write
The narration
Of my friend,who pretend always
As a drunkard of known wisdoms.

Why my friend
If the wisdom lay without ends
How it is possible
Dear,really soul is a symbol
To denote this wisdom
Without ends.

Just like a real drunkard
You divide the soul and the wisdom without ends.

It is the place to stop my sojourn with all of you...
Go ahead,

You know this
But dont know its truth.
You know,the wisdom without ends,
Is within us...
You call it soul
It is duality
It is not good for us.

We look at the stars
But
Dont see the wisdom
On
The soil of us.

Refika Dedić \ IDI I PONESI SVOJE JA

Refika Dedić

IDI I PONESI SVOJE JA

Idi i odnesi svoje ja
meni ostavi neostvarene
snove u beznađu

Idi i dovedi u red svoje želje
meni ostavi plet života

Idi i sačuvaj svoju ljubav
mene ostavi živjeti beskamatno

Idi i budi sudija sebi i svojoj savjesti
riješi proces bez posljedica

Idi i ne ostavljaj tragove
zametni ih
jer to najbolje i znaš

Idi i ostavi da uživam
u nespokoju spokoja
bjeline koja prekri drhtaje

Idi i ponesi svoje Ja
koje putem nestade
iz džepova potrošenih iluzija

Idi i ne glumi pred drugima
svi su te pročitali

Idi i ne osvrći se
baci sjećanja
budi to što jesi
i pazi kuda hodaš

Idi i ponesi prtljag obećanja
u 3D vrijeme uspomena
i pogledaj rahatluk duše

Eva Petropoulou Lianoy \ Mama

Eva Petropoulou Lianoy

Mama
Mother is the doctor for any sickness
Mama is the country that everyone loves
without conquering
Mama is joy and sorrow Mama the power
Mama the forgiveness
One word was created by God To forgive people
Say it every day
Call her if they put chains on you
To sweeten it the wound
To bring peace
My mom, you're unique
You never told them you were upset With gold I will cherish you
Chosen person
I crown you My mother
My sun
My compass

Annie Johnson \Solitary Sojourn

Annie Johnson

Solitary Sojourn

The reverent hush of falling shadows
Softly caress the heart of evening.
I, in solitude walk away from the day
To stroll the carefree wonder of night;
Footsteps becoming immortal to the dew
And the night-bird’s dusky call lingering
Just above the lily’s drowsy heads.
In moments of silence I hear your voice
Like yesterday’s memories
Calling across time and distance;
Running rampant over my soul
In waves of love and yearning.
All the mystery of the night
The shy starlight; the brazen moon,
Summon courage to assail my senses
In bold and subtle ways of endearment.
My solitary sojourn is not lonely
Through this misty dreamscape –
The light of your love guides me
Like a brilliant lantern through time -
Always just before me, shimmering,
Alive with your undying devotion
Vibrant in the solitude of timelessness
Echoing with the soft whispers of your voice.
Be ever near me; your gentle hand in mine;
The sweetness of this night cannot contain
The breath of my love flowing heavenward.