Poema de Marlene Pasini POR LA ESCALERA DE LA CONSCIENCIA ¿Cómo construiremos el Paraíso eterno entre la sombra del abismo? ¿Cómo sembramos juntos la semilla de amor en el jardín cósmico del tiempo? Duelen una a una las preguntas en los cuerpos desmembrados por las noches de la historia milenaria […]
POR LA ESCALERA DE LA CONSCIENCIA / Poema de Marlene Pasini
Poem by Laksmisree Banerjee JUST FOR POETRY I seek you just for poetry I meet you just for poetry I love you just for poetry I pierce you just for poetry I wrangle just for poetry I am delirious just for poetry I am shredded just for poetry I am exhilarated […]
JUST FOR POETRY (শুধু কবিতার জন্য ) / Poem by Laksmisree Banerjee
Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo The Beauty of Solitude” a poem by Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo from the Philippines Today’s world is replete with literary figures and highly renowned poets, and one of them can rightly be figured as Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo, whose poem titled as ” The Beauty of Solitude ” is really […]
The Beauty of Solitude” a poem by Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo from the Philippines / Review by Younas Rehman
KËTU AS LULET S’MUND TA ZGJEDHIN NGJYRËN… (Doli nga shtypi libri i ri dy gjuhësh “Volevo Scrivere” i poetes Rudina Muharremi Beja, botim i Shtëpisë Botuese e promovuese Klubi i Poezisë, Tiranë.) Miq, Rudina shkroi, u shpreh, i shkroi letër botës edhe ne dhe sot doli libri i saj i ri, shqip […]
Doli nga shtypi libri i ri dy gjuhësh “Volevo Scrivere” i poetes Rudina Muharremi Beja, botim i Shtëpisë Botuese e promovuese Klubi i Poezisë, Tiranë / Botues: Rexhep Shahu
Poèmes de Dr. M. Mohammed Siraj LE GOUT DU SEL SELON L’ART CULINAIRE Dans les affaires de commerce, donner et recevoir, les murs sont levés à hauteur, dans la maison du voisin, le curry boulllt, avec l’odeur qui se sent, un peu de sel, Ça manquait, D’ici-bas, maman, fait la remarque, […]
Poèmes de Dr. M. Mohammed Siraj
By Fabrice Poussin
Carnival 2020
Mardi-Gras in April extending those days of glee when revelers saunter the avenues seeking another merry melody. Yet they lack the luster of old hiding in shame behind blue fabric they wish they might breathe inhale forgiveness in the shadows. Stumbling in fear of the unseen they stare at their kin on the other side smiles erased by the feeble mesh pleas fleeting within their breasts. Pastels will quickly fade in the rain sad reminders of brighter omens ghosts soon to outnumber the crowds amid clamors echoing into the void.
Homeless in 2031
What a hardship it may be to carry those wrinkles to the unavoidable hyper store delaying the age of walking devices to assist with steel when the flesh fails. Practice makes perfect when one goes alone decades with the leather gloves deep in worn out jean pockets a frown made for an…
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WORLD ENVIRONMENT DAY – 2022, Respected Poet Ashokchakravarthy Tholana shares exclusive video poem to commemorate
the event.
Jamais la raison ne surmonte I ‘imagination alors que I ‘imagination démonte souvent tout à fait la raison de son siège.
Pascal (1)
Al fluisterend kwam de wereld tot stand. Misschien was het spreken van God in Genesis 1 niet meer dan een zuchtje, zoals zijn voorbijgaan in het boek Koningen waar de gedesillusioneerde Elia getuige mag zijn van deze aanwezigheid. Maar zal de wereld ook eindigen in een ‘spreken’: “not with a bang, but a whimper” (Eliot) (2) – een lange jammerklacht omdat het voorbij is – woorden – toonloos – enkel klank die nog overblijft…?
Maar is er dan wel iemand die kan jammeren, zijn de jammeraars dan al lang niet verdwenen, blootgegeven aan het vuur, verdampt, opgelost, vernietigd door immense krachten – misschien wel door de mens ontketend? Politieke leiders die nu aan de macht zijn dreigen. Ze dreigen niet alleen met woorden…
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By Marc Carver
It scares me how much life goes around and around in a circle. You live it once then years later the exact same thing happens again. And you react to it in exactly the same way. It is almost as if you are powerless against yourself. Who you are never goes away. Not really More reruns and repeats until eventually no one is left.
Aesthetic Dreams 
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