My life

MY LIFE VULNERABLE CONSCIOUSNESS As the moments are gone and the time is playing blindflies with the empty moments of the eternity the consciousness is speechless looking for a truth, an answer to the endless questions… (Collection of poems , Dreams of Oasis (Amphictyon of Hellenism, Department of Literature, Thessaloniki, 2014 . The collection was…

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The Body

The Body With eyes half-closed and a headache that won’t be purged by aspirin’s priests, which I eject from my body — My body that I don’t like so much, but I don’t mock it as it should be mocked. Or love it as it should be loved. I never sip drowsiness all at once,…

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Awakening

Awakening conscience which flows through the veins doesn’t allow forgetting about oneself despite this you sleep with the hard sleep of Jonas you don’t dump the world on the other side of your eyelids you remain motionless dying while alive Izabela Zubko Poetess, journalist and translator Warsaw, Poland translate by: Anna Meysztowicz 0

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THE SEA GETS TOGETHER ME

THE SEA GETS TOGETHER ME The sea gets together me with infinity. He untangles everyone heavy thoughts. They get dressed in my lunar room conceived destinies. And white sheets. I’m not looking for anyone’s consolation. Guardian of Fire send me One Creator. And the bright misfortune is house of my feelings vast. Rozalia Aleksandrova Writer…

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JUBILANCE

JUBILANCE A poem in every pocket a man some stop and ask, “Any crows today?” He has his own question. Smiling about being a poet, sunshine is stopped, he asks, “Have you ever heard a human say the word?” Jubilant, I have one wish for someone, anyone, to teach me how to listen to silence….

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Life is A Dream

Life is A Dream 1. As if I’d stepped into the world three times Over the earth three rivers flowed Delivering their waters to the great ocean Their stones their sand left outside The edge is meaning of the first river Where in the same figure all branches meet The wreck of a row boat…

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Collect the Miracles

Collect the Miracles The night is crawling Up to my bed, And “King of Queens” Is all I’ve said. The lights of Manhattan Are on my screen, The jazz is cool, And the river clean. The palm tree’s swaying Behind my back, So all I’m saying Is: “There’s nothing I lack!” Wife and child, Home…

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Wars for Peace

Wars for Peace Boys are playing the game of war they have wooden swords and water guns or a game with extra lives they already know that blunks can kill a chicken at the shooting range they aim straight for the heart Boys are playing the game of war they have split the atom they…

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