Ольга Левадная ( Olga Levadnaya) Россия

Ольга Левадная

 Olga Levadnaya

Россия

Olga Levadnaya is a world-famous Russian poet, Honored Worker of Culture of the Republic of Tatarstan of the Russian Federation (2008), laureate of all-Russian and international literary awards (2007-2022), member of Russian and international literary unions (1997-2022), Ambassador of Peace (2021), artistic head of the Kazan Poetry Theater "Dialogue" (2016).

Author of books: “I live in anticipation of snow” (1992), “Go through the vicious circle” (1998), “In free fall up” (2003), “Close to our past” (in Russian and Tatar, 2003), “Rising on the ladder of thoughts” (2005), “Memories grow from the cry of birds” (in Russian, English, Tatar and Turkish, 2005), “Stargate” (2010), “Wind of the heart” (2014), “Vocal works on verses Olga Levadnaya" (2020), "Selected" in two volumes (2022), "Wind of the Heart" (in Russian and Tatar, India, 2022), "Wind of the Heart" (in Tatar, USA, 2022).

O. Levadnaya is the creator of the music and poetry festival "Handshake of the Republics" in the Republic of Tatarstan of the Russian Federation (2017-2021).

Ольга Левадная русский поэт с мировой известностью, заслуженный работник культуры Республики Татарстан Российской Федерации (2008), лауреат всероссийских и международных литературных премий (2007-2022), член российских и международных литературных союзов (1997-2022), Посол Мира (2021), художественный руководитель Казанского поэтического театра «Диалог» (2016).

Автор книг: «В ожидании снега живу» (1992), «Пройти заколдованный круг» (1998), «В свободном падении вверх» (2003), «Вблизи от нашего прошлого» (на русском и татарском языках, 2003), «Поднимаясь по лестнице раздумий» (2005), «Из крика птиц растут воспоминания» (на русском, английском, татарском и турецком языках, 2005), «Звёздные врата» (2010), «Ветер сердца» (2014), «Вокальные произведения на стихи Ольги Левадной» (2020), «Избранное» в двух томах (2022), «Ветер сердца» (на русском и татарском языках, Индия, 2022), «Ветер сердца» (на татарском языке, США, 2022).

О.Левадная создатель в Республики Татарстан Российской Федерации музыкально-поэтического фестиваля «Рукопожатие республик» (2017-2021).

Книги 1992-2022

Annie Johnson The Heart of a Chaste Young Girl

Annie Johnson 

The Heart of a Chaste Young Girl

Here is the heart of a chaste young girl,

Star-struck and incurably romantic.

If change is in the air, it touches lightly

The strands of her midnight hair.

Her lips have tasted only life’s sweetness;

For purity knows only of sweetness.

Her fairy light feet carry her through life

Like a butterfly dancing on air

Or a leaf drifting on the wind

Captured on a shaft of Autumn dreams.

This tender girl shall never grow old

Her purity is like the air in Springtime

Or tulips dancing in the rain.

Soft is her voice with whispered longing

Spoken to the moon and starlit sky.

Every syllable echoes and swirls around her;

Only the grass hears, “My love, come find me.”

Annie Johnson© All rights reserved.

Photo from the internet.

John Adnan Karajoli Morning foreplay

 John Adnan Karajoli

Morning foreplay

Butterfly and roses

Unlimited beautiful nature

Every morning I fly

With the breezes that drive me

To count and kiss the roses I love

one rose after another

I choose the colors

I drink the nectar of the flowers

The one who works wonders with his taste

I caress the flowers in eternal flirtation

And filled my mouth with flavor and nectar

Anemone flower.

Talk to her and ask her how she is

Is she still single?

Answer me: No!

All the flowers of the fields accompany me now

And my love for nature

Absolutely no end

Copyright, 08/25/2022.

John Adnan Karajoli.

All rights reserved

Translation Google.

SIMA ION / ROMANIA SPUNE-MI TOT CE SIMȚI

 SIMA ION / ROMANIA

SPUNE-MI TOT CE SIMȚI

Floare de Nu-mă-uita,

de mă vei primi la tine

așa cum sunt

te voi îmbrăca în flori de tei

și-ți voi umbri ochii

cu iubirea mea

să nu te-ntristezi și să m-alungi

când vei observa

cât sunt de cărunt.

Îți voi pune la urechi cercei

din bănuți de soare

și cireșe coapte

și-ți voi uda inima-nsetată

cu stropi de iubire

să-ți alung tristețea ce te chinuie

noapte de noapte.

Când vederea îmi va deveni cernită

te voi recunoaște

după cum mă minți.

Hai, citește-mă în fiecare zi

ca pe o carte bună de povești

și spune-mi,

spune-mi cu sinceritate,

tot ce simți.

Autor : SIMA ION / ROMANIA /28.08.2022

Chandan Bhattacharya "Fire of Desire"

 Chandan Bhattacharya

"Fire of Desire"

Sometimes raises the question in my mind,

Is man born with desire?

The question makes me think,

A human philosophy, I find.

There are billions of creatures in nature

This world is for every creature.

But people think of themselves

As the best creatures.

They want to rule the world

As they have knowledge bold.

They kill people as human beings

They make new weapons

All the year, all the seasons.

The mountain of desire

Is created in the mind of man

Created by God

Oh Lord...Oh Lord.

Destroys thousands of species

Treats the earth as a source of enjoyment

And spread dangerous disease.

If we gaze with a blink

Products that make women think. Thinking of objects of enjoyment

Makes sex dependent films

Only for their marryment .

They burn in the fire of desire

And dies

Sometimes the question arises...

When will this desire of the people end

Can you answer my dearest friend ?

Or I've to go back to human society

To find out a concrete philosophy.

Finally an old woman

A dying old woman...

I asked her the question.

The old woman took a handful of ashes

In her shaky hand

And said,

"Only when people are burnt to ashes

In crematoriums

Or lay inside graves

Can the fire of desire be extinguished ...

It's certain and sure

Never before.

Copyright strictly to chandan Bhattacharya.

Stefica Karasevac, Croatia Tamo daleko

Stefica Karasevac, Croatia 

Tamo daleko

Tamo daleko, gdje nebo i more se spaja

Varljivom iluzijom oka gdje se potajno ljube

Sljubljeni u tanku crtu zivotnog beskraja

U pocasti jedno drugom tajanstveno se gube.

Tamo, negdje daleko, a tako blisko viziji oka

Na obzorju zivota zatecen vjetar u zakletvi cuti

O tajnama duboka mora i nebesa nedokuciva, visoka

Pustajuc suncu da im u nadi blistaju nereceni puti.

Tamo, cem nema kraja, na crti izmedju raja i pakla

Promicu duse usnule ugasena zadnja uzdaha

Treptavom svijetlocu klize vodom nalik od stakla

Drscuci od strepnje na tankoj crti puni straha.

Tamo, mozda, postoji mjesto, svatko se tome nada

Na kraju puta kad zlo unisti dobro, sasvim satre

Putovat je vrijeme kazu, pacenice putuj sada

Drhti zemlja mocne sile u kojoj narod nemocan strada.

Tamo, odlaze jedan za drugim voljeni, mili i dragi

Da nadju mjesto o kom sve cuti i zemlja,vjetar i more

Sunce i mjesec im nebo zlati pute s kojeg se nitko ne vrati

U jadan zemaljski zivot, da s utjehom o mjestu govore.

Tamo daleko, gdje vuce se sjena zivota ko tanak stap

Gdje zemlja umorna bezglasno place, kleci na koljenima

Moli vas, svratite nam ponekad bar kao leptir plah

Donesite nadu i vjeru u bolje sutra u zivot preostalog pokolenja.

Stefica Karasevac, Croatia/Melbourne, 27/8/2022

Victor Agbor | Nigeria HONOUR THE RINGS

 Victor Agbor | Nigeria

HONOUR THE RINGS

Honour the rings

That bring the melodies

Enmeshed in rhapsodies

With joyful springs

Curious eyes that watch

The awesome display

Of affection in a play

Affirm the good match

I am truly a living witness

To the new bond

Birthed by being fond

Of yourselves without bitterness

These round metals

As smooth as a glass

Puts you in a new class

Of ever glowing petals

The longing cease not

As the love birds hug

Like leaves in a fog

For their soul is hot

© Victor Agbor | Nigeria

August, 2022

Image: Right Owners

Narayan Maikap India Mind How You Go

 Narayan Maikap India

Mind How You Go

Elated starlets sprint

Cock a hoop envisioning platinum era

Oozing out nectar from the

Pregnant honeycombs.

Cuckoos and doyels

Chant in celestial strums

To i a crimson

Dawn pinked with

Overripe pomegranate.

Hoary doves and pigeons swoop

Over their expectant heads

To delve into the

Soothing dream of

An end, the devilish

Corona virus has been

Environing all our normalcy.

We are through time of ordeal.

Modern economy has been

Wading through adversities,

Killing the means of earnings

Of ill fated million daily labourers.

My high spirits went sagging

Imagining the morbid picture of

Near future with million commoners.

Let's pray for the end of

The cursed pendamics!

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Narayan Maikap India

Eva Lianou Petropoulou I love you....