Ольга Левадная

Ольга Левадная

 

Shimul Bhuiyan ক্ষমতা এখন

Shimul Bhuiyan

ক্ষমতা এখন

শিমুল ভূঁইয়া

তারিখ-১৫-০৯-২০২২

ক্ষমতা এখন বুক পকেটে

ক্ষমতা এখন রকেটে,

ক্ষমতা এখন ড্রোনে

আর ক্ষমতা এখন রক্তক্ষরণে।

ক্ষমতা এখন বন্দুকে

আর ক্ষমতা এখন সিন্দুকে,

ক্ষমতা এখন মাস্তুলে

ভাই ক্ষমতা এখন পালতুলে।

ক্ষমতা এখন পরমাণুতে

ক্ষমতা এখন তালুতে,

ক্ষমতা এখন দখলবাজদের

লুণ্ঠিত হয় রাত্রিতে।

Flori Gomboș DID I NOTICED YOU?

Flori Gomboș 

DID I NOTICED YOU?

Did I noticed you?

You rained over

the flower

of me life

with tears

of love

and drop of thy eyes

floaded

over my body.

I gave you notice

that I've spring

hanged

by a thrid

of sorrow

between winter and

first flakes

of migdal?

I gave you notice!

You're my book

with only

one page

and a single

story

wich I lived

burning under

your wing,

covered

around me.

Did I gave you notice?

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translate by Daniel-Gerard Iager-Mihalcea!

Farida B.M. Départ

Farida B.M. 

Départ

Quand tu partiras

Pose les clés sur la table

Dans le petit pot

Où je te laissais des mots

Éteins les lumières

Et ferme les volets

Comme quand je te disais

Qu’il fallait tout ranger

Prends ton manteau

Et le vieux chapeau

Que je préférais

Car il te rendait gai

Quand tu sortiras

Ne te retourne pas

Tu ne verras que mes yeux

Soudain devenus brumeux

Et si tu reviens

Sache que dans un coin

Tu retrouveras les clés

Et mes larmes envolées

© Farida B.M.

Gordana Saric MAGIC

Gordana Saric

 

MAGIC

We were in the kingdom of butterflies

Enchanted by the plays of the senses

Unreal as the magic of dreams.

It was a passion that lasted a moment

Just one fairytale day

The beginning of magic and its end.

The magic hidden in the eyes

This love still immature

It turned into stardust.

MAGIJA

Bijasmo u carstvu leptirova

Opijeni igrama čula

Nestvarni ko čarobnost snova.

Bješe to zanos što trajaše tren

Tek jedan bajkoviti dan

Početak magije i kraj njen.

Čarolija u pogledu što se svila

Ta ljubav još nedozrela

U zvjezdan prah se pretvorila.

MAGIC

We were in the kingdom of butterflies

Enchanted by the plays of the senses

Unreal as the magic of dreams.

It was a passion that lasted a moment

Just one fairytale day

The beginning of magic and its end.

The magic hidden in the eyes

This love still immature

It turned into stardust.

Љубица Поповска ЕСЕН

Љубица Поповска 

ЕСЕН

Бреговите ги подаваат рацете

ветровите и виножитото

на есента

веќе зачекориле по нив.

Навлегува сегде жолтиот

здив и мирис

и во плодовите на дрвјата.

Исушен е жуборливиот пој

на птиците.

Загубен е звукот на кавалите

и ѕвоната на стадата

по планините.

Потонати се воздишките

на цветовите и

радоста на разиграните птици

во оголените гранки.

Распарталените коси на

маглата

се слеваат како реки

од планините.

Писоците на ветровите

тагуваат по птиците

преселници и

шкрипат со колцата на

колоте селски.

Автор: Љубица Поповска

Naser Al-ShaikhAhmed illusion of light

Naser Al-ShaikhAhmed

 

illusion of light

deep sadness

Anxiety and tears

And the overburdened narrative

And endless wars

On the sidewalk of memories

Wishes take a different form

Her face looks pale and frightened

What a curse that aborted

Love and peace in my country!

When the night dares to deceive the light

Motivates me to rearrange my pulse

But my evening passes in closed rooms

And the cracks in the walls are afraid of being assassinated by bullets....

Do you survive the innocence of lust

from the sin of war

from death?

Those are warplanes

When she gets angry, she throws her shells like salt

over the green grass

very painful

To find all around you

drives you to death

and sad

You are in death searching for yourself

About a death worthy of you

I hang my hopes in the hands of the unseen

And my call travels to the sky

There is a ritual I learned from my father

A prayer and a prayer

There are spells to read

May our souls survive one day

Mariangel Enver Bazante- Ecuador

Enver Bazante- Ecuador 

Autor: Enver Bazante

2022

País: Ecuador

-

Poema: Mariangel

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Recuerdo a Mariangel,

nos conocimos de repente,

en las clases formamos,

palabras, hasta el presente;

ser agradable, sutil mirada,

rayito de luz, radiante,

su presencia enamoraba,

fue motivo de mi suerte.

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Derechos de autor. Registrado en SENADI.

(Imagen tomada de la web)

Beatriz Saavedra

 

Beatriz Saavedra

Stefica Karasevac, Croatia Proljece a u meni jesen spava

Stefica Karasevac, Croatia 

Proljece a u meni jesen spava

Dan i noc stopljeni u isto

Proljece cvijetom bezglasno sara

Davno vec bese kad bilo je cisto

Azurno modro ko zna gdje spava

Studen sa kisom i vjetrom razgovara.

Jaukom boli kroz grane svira

Bacajuc nektar tog njeznog cvijeca

Pretuznom arijom sto ne da mira

Kidajuc lati osornom kisom sa drveca

Jeci ostarela violina, na bol I jad podsjeca.

Proljece stiglo a kao da nije

U meni jesen, magle i zuto lisce

Sunce zlatno na tren s nadom se nasmije

Kroz guste mrke oblake prijetece uporne kise

Pjeva mi jesenju i hladne suze otiruci brise.

Zlosutno vrijeme uz graktanje crnih vrana

Prkosno u nevinosti svom zlu se krade

Buja u zelenoj nadi, proviruje sa svih strana

Svom snagom umijeca sto mladost samo znade

Otima se nametnutoj sudbi ljepotom sa grana.

Proljece je stiglo, a s tugom u meni govori jesen

Gura se smjelo s djetinjom radoscu rastapa tuge

S ljubavlju, miloscu mirisa nade odnekud donesen

Sve lance beznadja slama u spektru kolorita duge

Budeci ceznju i vjeru i nadu u sutra za sve ljude.

Stefica Karasevac, Croatia/Melbourne, 12/9/2022

Nehad Shretah

Nehad Shretah

 

More precious than my life: Every day a question that constantly haunts me comes to my mind about how much she loves me. I love her more than my heartbeat. She is the pearl of my soul. Candles of my warm days. The pearl of my burning smiles. Her elegant angelic image still does not leave my mind. Your alluring natural fragrance. My lovely, lovely, distinctive bronze princess Your soft blonde hair caresses your sweet white face and gently glides over your sporty symmetrical shoulders Accompanied by an icy fresh air, I'm excited to kiss the turquoise blossoms of your cherry-red blooming lips. It is more precious than my life. The sun of my dreams is flowing and my burning breath beats I feel a fatal lonely everything I see in it burns A sparkling sensation that makes me mad Fascinated by the fire of perfection More beautiful descriptions Glowing volcanic kisses of the sweet and sublime cosmic queen.

SIMA ION /ROMANIA NEPUTINȚĂ

SIMA ION /ROMANIA 

NEPUTINȚĂ

Te-am văzut, pădure,

înfruntând singură balaurul furtunii.

Eram lângă tine

dar parcă aș fi fost

la celălalt capăt al lumii.

Norii se rostogoleau

cu neînduplecată putere

atrăgând și vântul de partea lor.

Am văzut cum, unul după altul,

î[i doborau toți copacii

și mă-ntrebam,

cu nespusă mânie în suflet :

cum de mă mai lasă Dumnezeu

să nu mor ?

Te-am văzut

cum te luptai singură

cu balaurul furtunii.

Cumplită soartă !

Neputincios,

eram lângă trupul tău

dar parcă aș fi fost

la celălalt capăt al lumii...

rugându-mă pentru tine

și atunci,

când tu erai moartă.

Autor : SIMA ION /ROMANIA /13.09.2022

Annie Johnson Sonnet Fifty-five

Annie Johnson

 

Sonnet Fifty-five

Love that comes late in life is just as deep

As youthful love in all its waywardness.

Love’s deeper for the times we loved and lost

To those whom cupid’s arrow was not meant.

We feel each other’s hearts as from one chest

In a rhythmic beating defying time.

The raging fires of love that burn within

Are banked against an eon's emptiness.

Love is gratitude in steadfast longing,

Without criticism or hurtful words;

A knowing that all love is tenuous

That time holds in its eye-gazing sweetness.

If depth of love was all life had to give;

Gladly would I drown in your sea deep eyes.

Annie Johnson© All rights reserved

Want to stay a few more days Arun Chakma

Arun Chakma 

Want to stay a few more days #

Arun Chakma

(06/09/2022)

Know, nothing is permanent in this world of ups and downs,

Everything is fragile, one day it will be destroyed.

I know everything will disappear;

I will not stay one day, I will disappear.

I don't know where to go

I don't know if it is heaven, hell, sky, underworld

In any forest, mountain, canal;

where no one can find me,

No one will know whether I was or was not

In this illusory meaningless life.

still love life

Love every aspect of life,

So much more to love........

I want to love the smiling face of a woman, the hum of birds, the darkness of the night, the constellations,

Dew-drenched grass, smoky horizon.

I know, I will not stay one day,

Must leave everything;

Yet in this world of ups and downs…….

I want to stay for a few more days

Alan Patrick Traynor OLD MAN ON A BLACK ROCK

Alan Patrick Traynor 

OLD MAN ON A BLACK ROCK

In the burning easel of man

How a yellow tree hangs

From the heart of Autumn

Drove back by the decumbent flames

A radiant transfiguration in the

Virgin's face

To gaze at God

Past all pain(t)

One quiet finger reaching

To the thunderous creation of man

Beached on the hard bone streets

Of Rome

Destitute mooring chains that

Lead her feet to the naked herringbone floor

The horror of doves colliding

On the tortured ceiling

Possessed by the Danube's blue rich

Violent palaestra

Of muscular screeching walls

A crustacean of claws

Bright bones clashing

A silver kiss

On the walls of the Sistine Chapel

A church organ bolted to eternity

An old man on a black rock

Harpooning hearts

The clay coloured creatures of Degas

Waltzing from his hand's delight

Violently exploding

And closing

The fulminated atoms of an octopus

Opening

In the pink flesh of paludal waters

Towards you

Swell her pneumatic white eyes

In the chiming ecliptic rafters

Of his hands

Ink pouring

Collapsing like a cloak

Into a beating heart

A cello unraveled in all its pieces

An opening up of a delicate otherworldly

Hand

Beneath the eidolon overhanging cliffs of another World

On the scaffolding of her bones

The pecking order of patina

A palladium of men's eyes

Drowning in the sodomy of paint

In the burning easel of man

How the flame tree hangs

From the heart

Of a Ballerina

In the primordial waves and displosive light

Of man's cold fingerprint

In the Ecclesiastical candlelight

Where Turner once washed cold

Off the cliffs of dover

Rejected

In light

In the borrowed gale

I left you

.

.

by Alan Patrick Traynor

.

© Sept 5th

2022

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Dutch Boats in a Gale ('The Bridgewater Sea Piece') by: Joseph Mallord William Turner

Dr Yogendra Arya I Am In You

Dr Yogendra Arya 

I Am In You

When I am alone

When I am sad

When I am exhausted

When I am broken

By the tragedies of the world

I walk away

Far from the suffocating crowds

And I sit silently

I remember you

And from nowhere

You appear in my closed eyes

In my weary heaving heart

I feel your magical Presence

You come and whisper

So softly and silently

I am with you

I love you

From the bottom of my heart

From the depth of my mind

And....By my Soul too....

Because the body shall decay

But not the Soul

And I will always

Always be your

Guardian Angel of Love

In this Life

And Afterlife too....

Trust Me.. I am in You..

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