TO EUROPE WITH LOVE- 4 (The -ISM Family of Philosophy) / Poem by George Onsy

Poem by George Onsy     TO EUROPE WITH LOVE- 4 The -ISM Family of Philosophy   Dear Europe, What happened to the TRUTH In the vast space of your history? I remember we’ve seen her amid Your Ancient Greece’s clouds of myths Before trying to climb high across The sturdy mountains of your […]

TO EUROPE WITH LOVE- 4 (The -ISM Family of Philosophy) / Poem by George Onsy

ATDHEU (LA PATRIE) – Poezi nga Biljana Z. Biljanovska / Përktheu nga frëngjishtja në shqip Viktor Bakillari

Poezi nga Biljana Z. Biljanovska      ATDHEU   Një ditë prej ditësh, ime mbesë më më pyet: – Gjyshe, Gjyshe, Ç’kuptojmë me fjalën Atdhe? E pashë e i thashë: – Po, e mira e gjyshes! Atdheu është vendi ku jetojmë. Është ajo vatër e madhe ku ka veç paqe ku ne mbrohemi nga […]

ATDHEU (LA PATRIE) – Poezi nga Biljana Z. Biljanovska / Përktheu nga frëngjishtja në shqip Viktor Bakillari

The First Day of Spring? and I Know That I Know Nothing

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By Ian Copestick

The First Day of Spring?

I was out walking
this afternoon, and
suddenly it seemed
as if the atmosphere
changed. The wind
stopped cutting into
me, I could sense the
sun on my face.
In the distance, I could
see the sunlight being
reflected in windows,
golden, dazzling ! My
spirit suddenly lifted.
It was like hearing a
great piece of music,
or reading a really
inspirational poem.

The first day of spring ?

I hope so.

I Know That I Know Nothing

I sit here, on top of 48 years. I get sick of myself, so God knows how other people may feel. Sometimes it seems like I have been here, forever, at other times I feel just like a child. But, at least I know that I know nothing. That is the only way that wisdom comes. Are the philosophers the ones to take notice…

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Fruit of Sin

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By Suveeksha Viswanathan

A towering ceiling fan,
an untrustable axle,
making my slumber 
my last.

A rope casted round their neck,
felicitous ants floating
on a jar full of honey.

A placid, vile snake you were,
warm, loving scales coiling,
I the hen unaware.

A frolicking raven is to a wolf,
a hook to an eye.
An eye for a scrumptious meal
she had.

Lamenting for I too the same
he felt.
Bulwarks toppled,
a way to their hearts made effortlessly.
Money
into these voracious jaws I fed.
Now,
a twitching honeybee on the ground.
The poison of the nectar.
Life ebbing me slowly.

Readily digested,
the pitcher now awaiting.
An open operculum.
A stone to her mouth,
for her time too shall come.

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Watching You

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By Nancy Lou Henderson

Running, leaping, dancing along
the electric line,
watching, praying you will be fine.
Straddling, clinging, sleeping on the branch of a tree,
wondering, questioning if you see me.
Flipping, rushing, fleeing from a Mocking bird,
laughing, knowing that you heard.
Digging, covering, patting the ground,
loving, seeing, as you look around.
Jumping, straddling, holding on to the feeder,
smiling, waiting for a wobble or teeter.
Sitting, looking, observing the world, 
 praying, hoping if you are my squirrel

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