Monday, May 27, 2019

Dana Dauletova, Almaty Kazakhstan


Жүрегімде тек сені ғана сақтап жүрмін,
Жарық сыйлар жаныма аппақ нұрсың.
Өмірімсің, барымсың, алданышымсың,
Өлеңдеріме өрілген тақпақ жырсың.
Мейлі, маған ғашық қаптап жүрсін,
Көкейімде тек сенің ақлақ күлкің.
Құшағыңның лебінен күнді көрдім,
Мына әлемді ессіз тастап тұрдым.
Кетейікші, арманның саптап күнін,
Күйбеңі көп кездерді аттап күнім.
Мына мендей жаралған аппақ гүлің,
Сен иіскеуге бағыңда баптап бүгін.
Өмірімсің

© 2019 Dana Daletova

Only in your heart do I keep,
Light gifts are soaked in white light.
You're my life, everything, you're mad,
Poems about my poems.

Let me love all the time,
You are just a laugh at me.
I saw the sun in the threshing floor of your she-camel,
I left this world without a memory.

The watchman, the dreams come true,
Many times you have a good day.
This white flower like me,
You 've been tackling today' s craving.
You are my life



Friday, May 24, 2019

Alberto Palomo, Lexington, South Carolina, USA


Storm on Olympus
...
Zeus and Athena do not know what to do...
The gods do not find a solution...
Aphrodite is the culprit says Zeus...
Athena nods ... sighing says ... it's her ... yes ...
...
down in the land of men and women...
the rumor runs in the temples and water sources...
a God has fallen in love with a mortal...
and his love is so great that not to lose it...
He wants to be mortal and end his days with her...
what madness say most of the gods...
the humans wonder ... who will be the mortal ... and who the God ...
the SUN bathes the Helades* ... nice summer day
on Olympus...dense black clouds cover the palace...
he wants to be mortal ...we hear ... 
to feel what it is to live ...
it's already early evening... and Hermes goes flying ...
it stops raining ... a rainbow ... shines on earth and Olympus...
Zeus and Athena ... laugh ...
down at the Oracle of Delphi...
the flames of the lamps grow...
they comment .... one less God...
who will be ...
in a modest house ... on the outskirts of Platea ... a couple loves each other ...
as if it were the last time ... as if tomorrow did not come anymore...
a beautiful rainbow ... shines ...
Where do the words that didn't stay in a book go ...?
Where do the kisses that never touch a face go ...?
do they float ... in the wind ... maybe they lay in the rain drops ...
and on the windows ... in a rainy day ... come back to us ...
Rainbow ...
Iris ... a butterfly ... was transformed ... in a beautiful GODDESS ...
where do the last poem go ...?
where did they go ...?
where did ... Hermes powers go ...?
I'm looking for a word ...
that word ... that made Hermes mortal ...
I would like to be Hermes ...
just that word ...
melodies ...
So to sing under your window ....
heart ... heart ... that hides ... heart fleeing ...
like Hermes ...
so love you ... till this voice fade out ...
© 2019 Alberto Palomo 



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Anna Moon (Olga Hnatková), Domazlice, Czech Republic

Vzpomínka
V srdci už vzpomínka nehoří,
jenom tak poskrovnu plá.
Hloubá o bývalém příkoří,
na lásku dávnou, se ptá.
Po chvilce bude doutnat jen,
ten nepatrný plamínek.
s ním zhasne nádherný sen
a pár milostných vzpomínek.
Nevzkřísí se láska, jež zhasíná,
plamen se nerozhoří znova.
V mém nitru, vše navždy usíná,
nepomohou žádná lásky slova.

© 2019 Anna Moon♥️

Memory

No memory in heart,
just so little plains.
Inquisitive about the former hurt,
for love long ago, he asks.

Only a moment later, it will smolder,
the tiny flame.
a beautiful dream goes out with him
and a few love memories.

The love that goes out will not resurrect
the flame does not burn again.
Within me, everything goes to sleep forever,
Do not help any love words.




Stone Wood-Tray Wang (Poet has not shared his location)

"The cellar" is a cave on the earth, and the sounds of the wind are gone.
"Human" is the sound that blows the bamboo.
"Scorpio" waits for the king's style to rise, as for the wind, preaching the holes in the earth,
Let them make a natural and unintentional voice called the Son of Heaven and Music.
Therefore, it is better to remove the language of the speech and the feeling of the smelly septic tank.
Access to Chinese and foreign history and literature as one, since all things are integrated, it is like clothing items.
Or mouth, import, everyone wants to wear clothes, it is called a one-of-a-kind, what is the use of speech?
This is also a fable, borrowed from the metaphor of the vast majority of the light, all things
Hidden fairy poems can be written and entertained as music writers.
The city's immortal poetry can be written and ridiculed, such as the squat pool called the ant cave wizard
Wen Hao Qi people rely on "people" as the main, eager for peace in the world.
The ant colony is dominated by the "mantle", and political prisoners and instigators are at risk.
Music wizards rely on "Scorpio" and are eager for the birth of global citizens.
The bird has no language at all, and the language that is good at swaying is like attracting ants.
Is this for the birds to eat and fill?
The bird is a friend of the voice of Scorpio. So poetry can’t describe how good the birds are singing.
Sweet. Poetry and composers are separated forever!
 
© 2019 Stone Wood-Tray Wang

喜愛當代文化人類的文學歷史
Love the literary history of contemporary culture and humanity





"The cellar" is a cave on the earth, and the sounds of the wind are gone. "Human" is the sound that blows the bamboo. "Scorpio" waits for the king's style to rise, as for the wind, preaching the holes in the earth, Let them make a natural and unintentional voice called the Son of Heaven and Music. Therefore, it is better to remove the language of the speech and the feeling of the smelly septic tank. Access to Chinese and foreign history and literature as one, since all things are integrated, it is like clothing items. Or mouth, import, everyone wants to wear clothes, it is called a one-of-a-kind, what is the use of speech? This is also a fable, borrowed from the metaphor of the vast majority of the light, all things Hidden fairy poems can be written and entertained as music writers. The city's immortal poetry can be written and ridiculed, such as the squat pool called the ant cave wizard Wen Hao Qi people rely on "people" as the main, eager for peace in the world. The ant colony is dominated by the "mantle", and political prisoners and instigators are at risk. Music wizards rely on "Scorpio" and are eager for the birth of global citizens. The bird has no language at all, and the language that is good at swaying is like attracting ants. Is this for the birds to eat and fill? The bird is a friend of the voice of Scorpio. So poetry can’t describe how good the birds are singing. Sweet. Poetry and composers are separated forever!   © 2019 Stone Wood-Tray Wang
"The cellar" is a cave on the earth, and the sounds of the wind are gone. "Human" is the sound that blows the bamboo. "Scorpio" waits for the king's style to rise, as for the wind, preaching the holes in the earth, Let them make a natural and unintentional voice called the Son of Heaven and Music. Therefore, it is better to remove the language of the speech and the feeling of the smelly septic tank. Access to Chinese and foreign history and literature as one, since all things are integrated, it is like clothing items. Or mouth, import, everyone wants to wear clothes, it is called a one-of-a-kind, what is the use of speech? This is also a fable, borrowed from the metaphor of the vast majority of the light, all things Hidden fairy poems can be written and entertained as music writers. The city's immortal poetry can be written and ridiculed, such as the squat pool called the ant cave wizard Wen Hao Qi people rely on "people" as the main, eager for peace in the world. The ant colony is dominated by the "mantle", and political prisoners and instigators are at risk. Music wizards rely on "Scorpio" and are eager for the birth of global citizens. The bird has no language at all, and the language that is good at swaying is like attracting ants. Is this for the birds to eat and fill? The bird is a friend of the voice of Scorpio. So poetry can’t describe how good the birds are singing. Sweet. Poetry and composers are separated forever!   © 2019 Stone Wood-Tray Wang

Prasanna Kumar, India, Community Moderator



Harold "Bo" Clapsaddle, Henryetta, Oklahoma, USA (Community Moderator)

Truth
© 2019 Harold (Bo) Clapsaddle
Truth is bodily, emotional, it comes out in speech when poem's are read out loud.
It's the nitty-gritty of authenticity
I
t's the maxim of certaintyit's the factual picture of legitimacyit's the whole story of infallibility.


Bobby Cook, Darlington, South Carolina, USA

NEW WORLD
Imagine if you will
a world of peace and harmony.
A land where everything belongs to all
no animosity exist in any.
A world in which no fighting is allowed
no envy or greed exists.
It's not as impossible as you think
in fact its almost in our reach..
No boundaries to block our progress
they have all been put to rest.
Decisions are made by the will of all
and are always made for the best.
A legendary time in history
where all men exist together.
I know it seems an impossible dream
but one day peace will rule forever.
An amazing world when we all ride
the same train to our own Nirvana.
No egos to slow our progress
no greed to undermine our vision.
Brothers live as brothers do
with love and respect for each other.
No one needing or wanting to have
any more wealth than the other.
Everyone has what is needed to live
No one goes lacking in this world
Disputes are few and handled swiftly
by our leaders of divine grace.
Many will say it can't happen
but they forget the most important rule.
Treat others as you want to be treated
this rule will benefit all.
So join us if you want to be part
of a miracle to change our lives.
A radical thought,treat brother as brother
brought forward by our Prince of Peace.
© 2019 Bobby L. Cook

Zenaida Laragan Taloza, Piano di Sorrento, Italy

Tomorrow Tomorrow shall be a beautiful day.. Differs from the day that just past away.. It feels the soul strongly to get up fairly.. Tom...