Ο ΧΡΙΣΤΟΣ ΜΟΝΟΣ ΜΕ ΤΗΝ ΚΑΜΗΛΑ

έΝΑ ΠΟΊΗΜΑ ΤΗς ΚΟΡΟΎΛΑς ΜΟΥ κΑΤ (8 χρονων) ΚΑΙ ΜΙΑ ΖΩΓΡΑΦΙΑ ΓΙΑ ΤΟ κΑΛΟ ΤΟΥ νΕΟΥ χΡΟΝΟΥ 2014

Μια φορά κι έναν καιρό

γεννήθηκε ένα μωρό

που το 'λεγαν Χριστό!

ISOLATED IN HER MIND'S CABIN

When she returned in the isolation of her room

she supported her head in both hands and wondered

how odd is to lament for what she has lost

how odd is insisting that

LIBERTINE LONELINESS

Tonight Loneliness's restless

She wears a red dress

and sell herself down on 

the bowling alley

No matter what you say,

cheap or expensive,

she's pulling in tricks

she has no dignity.

EGO

My ego is the beast though

Imagination so hard to imagine

Lust so luminous to touch

Pain so immersed to withstand

ΜΗ ΜΕ ΚΑΤΑΣΤΡΕΨΕΙΣ

Θες να με προστατέψεις

Να μη με καταστρέψεις

Για μυστικά δεν είσαι

δε με ποθείς προσποιείσαι

HARRICANE TANKA

I adrift from more

than thousand relentless winds...

You came like a breeze,

why are you extirpating me?

Turn around and caress me!

COLD!

Cold!

A wild solitude

and a bloodthirsty demand

for companionship

for warmth

for a soul closer to your soul

What snugness

when this monomaniac entity

goes near another one of her kind ...

Why does she  not stay there?

What is she looking for 

so she returns in the freezing cold?

Freedom perhaps?

Is this the price of freedom?

A sharp crystal's heart

lurking  

darkly

hanging from the roof's gutter

just when you dare to come out

there outside of the door

in the backyard of your mind

outside in the cold ...

ORANGE

In the monastery of St. Demetrius's garden

I saw two roses cheek to cheek and I rejoiced,

as I remembered you once again-they remind me always you ...

SENRIU AND 9ELEVEN FOR MANDELA

MANDELA SENRYU 1

Freedom's more about

Respect other's Liberty

Than cutting your chains

THE EBONY TREE OF AFRICA

Black ebony tree

grows in Africa

Many wicked abusers

want to axe or saw it 

WHATEVER I HID FROM YOU

My heart

My only heart

My heart is sensitive

My heart is fatal

My heart will betray me

as you betrayed me, you, 

who were in my heart

Did I ever told you about my heart ?

I will never tell you about it

I gave it to you  broken

I said it will smash in pieces in your hands

And even now it bares life although cracked

My heart is a liar, my heart

My heart my crazy heart

aspires to stop fearing

stop crying

stop stop

and rest

stop

my heart my faulty  heart

it bore a lot, it bore too long

for a doomed heart

in the cool soft fluffy soil

there I will put my heart

It won't remember you

You won't remember it

It won't see you leaving.

ΠΟΥ ΝΑ 'ΦΤΑΙΞΑ (ΣΤΙΧΟΙ)

          Με ξέγραψες, με ξέγραψες!

Για μια τρέλα με διέγραψες!

Ένα μηδέν υπήρξα εγώ για εσένα;

IS SHE REAL?

He is standing somewhere there without her... 
Nothing moves around him, if it did he couldn't bear. 
Life seems always tempting, what a wasting! 

I HAVE A RELATIONSHIP

Among various rhymesters 

and other erudite word-masters 

I wonder what for do I look

by writing poetry, rather than cook ... 

The apiece straight in his mind makes

any song with rhythm, his heart breaks

as his soul let his music flow

pounding his drum and where the go! 

The one sings with nice rhyme or philosophy 

to attract noble souls in his company

The other for his sorrows starts writing 

he hates philosophies, he needs crying   

All write, what they call poetic 

to cut them, shame! But it's not logical 

in the poets' bouillon  to go astray 

and wait "thumbs up" to find in your way ... 

I won't  argue I didn't have with Poetry

a crush passerby nor bigotry

she passed within me intravenously 

I go along with her every night anxiously 

I'd say that although she's female 

My passion for her  goes up a legendary scale

She shocked me inside voluntarily

she has penetrated in my soul unexpectedly

She flipped me inside out 

pushes me to my limits just before burn out 

she's jealously  gnawing my time always

from all what I loved she separates me any ways 

I show her off as my luxury courtesan 

and I flaunt as if our love was apogean

I satisfy every of her excesses

I think she drags me helpless amid her "silk panties"

It 's a conceit to argue that I have her

once I desire her then I cannot withstand her

I adore her: she let me  express myself frank when suffocated

without being subjugated to the crowd's"loyal and sacred" 

Οδυσσέας Ελύτης Άσμα ηρωικό και πένθιμο για τον χαμένο ανθυπολοχαγό της Αλβανίας (1945) / Odysseas Elytis Song Heroic And Mourning for the lost Lieutenant in Albania (1945 ) 1

Εκεί που πρώτα εκατοικούσε ο ήλιος,

Που με τα μάτια μιας παρθένας άνοιγε ο καιρός,

Καθώς εχιόνιζε απ' το σκούντημα της μυγδαλιάς ο αγέρας,

Κι άναβαν στις κορφές των χόρτων καβαλάρηδες, 

Οδυσσέας Ελύτης Άσμα ηρωικό και πένθιμο για τον χαμένο ανθυπολοχαγό της Αλβανίας (1945) / Odysseas Elytis Song Heroic And Mourning for the lost Lieutenant in Albania (1945) Απόσπασμα 2 / Abstract 2

Ήταν ωραίο παιδί .

Την πρώτη μέρα που γεννήθηκε

Σκύψανε τα βουνά της Θράκης να φανεί

Στους ώμους της στεριάς το στάρι που αναγάλλιαζε ·

DOOMED EYES

Do you see my eyes?

Watch them closer...

They are doomed 

Fear them though! Yes!

They will stare at you

Ο ΑΝΔΡΙΑΝΤΑΣ / THE STATUE

Edward Shahda - Syrian Artist
Coronation child (a tribute to the children of Gaza), 2009, acrylic on canvas, 150x150 cm

Αρχίζει ξαφνικά ν' ακούει

χειροκροτήματα ολούθε.

"Ποιον να χειροκροτάνε;"

ρωτάει το διπλανό του.

RAGE

Taif Ali Al Jurdi - Syrian Artist

I'm really mad today!

It comes to me from time to time...

When I  squeeze my hands till they bleed.

My guts and my jaws tighten up.

ΕΡΩΤΙΚΑ ΣΤΙΧΑΚΙΑ

Taif Ali Al Jurdi

Μη με πονάς, 

μωράκι μου

κι είναι ανοιχτή η

πληγή μου!

Τα μάτια σου

με λάβωσαν

κι έχασα την

ψυχή μου...

3RD GREEK WEBINAR PEACE POETATHON UNDER THE AEGIS OF WORLD POETRY CANADA AND INTERNATIONAL PLAYLIST

WHATEVER I HID FROM YOU

My heart

My only heart

My heart is sensitive

My heart is fatal

My heart will betray me

as you betrayed me, you, 

who were in my heart

Did I ever told you about my heart ?

I will never tell you about it

I gave it to you  broken

I said it will smash in pieces in your hands

And even now it bares life although cracked

My heart is a liar, my heart

My heart my crazy heart

aspires to stop fearing

stop crying

stop stop

and rest

stop

my heart my faulty  heart

it bore a lot, it bore too long

for a doomed heart

in the cool soft fluffy soil

there I will put my heart

It won't remember you

You won't remember it

It won't see you leaving.

ΟΥΛΑΛΟΥΜ ΓΙΑΝΝΗΣ ΣΚΑΡΙΜΠΑΣ / OULALOUM YANNIS SKARIMPAS

Ήταν σαν να σε πρόσμενα κυρά, 

απόψε που δεν έπνεε όξω ανάσα, 

κι έλεγα: Θα `ρθει απόψε απ’ τα νερά, κι από τα δάσα!

Θα `ρθει αφού φλετράει μου η ψυχή

αφού σπαρά το μάτι μου σαν ψάρι, 

και θα μυρίζει φώτα ήλιο και βροχή το νιο φεγγάρι!...

Και να, το κάθισμά σου συγυρνώ, 

στολνώ την κάμαρά μου αγριομέντα, 

και να μαζί σου κιόλας αρχινώ, χρυσή, κουβέντα.

Πως να... θα μείνει ο κόσμος με το "μπα"

που μ’ έλεγε τρελόν, πως είχες γίνει καπνός

και τάχας σύγνεφα θαμπά, προς τη σελήνη...

Νύχτωσε και δε φάνηκες εσύ...

Κίνησα να σε βρω στο δρόμο ωϊμένα! 

μα σκούνταφτες (όπου εσκούνταφτα), χρυσή, κι εσύ με μένα!...

Τόσο πολύ μ’ αγάπησες, κυρά, 

που άκουγα διπλά τα βήματα μου!

πάταγα γω στραβός μες στα νερά; κι εσύ κοντά μου!...

It was like if I waited for you, my lady,
tonight that it was not blowing outside, even a breath
and I said : She'll come out tonight from the waters, and from the woods !

She'll come because my soul's fluttering
because my eye's writhing like a fish ,
so that the young moon to smell lights, sun and rain! ...

Well here , I'm tidying up your seat,
I decorate my room with wild mint ,
and I'm already starting with you , my golden, a talk.

About well ... people will be astonished saying " nay! "
they're calling me crazy, and say you've become smoke
and fuzzy clouds , towards the moon ...

It got dark and you didn't come up...
I went out to find you on the the streets, woe, woe !
but you were stumbling(where I also were) ,my golden , with me! ...

So much you loved me , my lady ,that
I was hearing double my steps!
I was, the blind one, splashing my feet in the waters and you also were, by me! ...

ΚΟΚΚΙΝΟ / RED

http://favim.com/image/21211/

Δε σταματάς

να με

σφαγιάζεις,

όσο 

τον έρωτά μου

ζωγραφίζω.

Πότισε

με αίμα

ο καμβάς 

και τα πινέλα μου

βάφουν πλέον μόνο

κόκκινο,

εκείνο του βύσσινου,

στυφό, βαθύ και σκοτεινό.





Δεν είσαι εδώ

κι όμως

μπορείς ακόμα,

γονατιστός μπροστά μου

και λαίμαργος,

να θηλάζεις

το γάλα της αθανασίας,

που ρέει ποτάμι

απ' το κρουστό,

τσιτωμένο 

βυζί μου-

αιώνια λεχώνα-

μόνο που πια 

και τούτο

είναι

κόκκινο

κι εσύ

με δαγκάνεις να πονώ

ανελέητα.





Μη κλαις 

παράφωνα,

κρυμμένος

στο σκοτάδι.

Ξέρω ότι 

ψέματα μου είπες.

Ξέρω, γιατί

ψέματα μου είπες.

Είσαι ο θύτης,

γεννήθηκα θήραμα

για να σε θρέφω.

Πάντα θα σε θρέφω...


You do not stop

slaughtering me,

as long as

I draw the painting

of my love.

The canvas

is moistened

by blood

and my brushes

paint now only

in red,

this red of cherry ,

so tart, deep and dark.



You're not here

But still

being knelt in front of me

and gluttonous,

you are sucking

the milk of immortality,

flowing like a river

from my full,

tense

breasts-

I'm an eternal new mother-

though this milk 

is also

flowing

red

and you

bite to hurt me

mercilessly.



Do not weep

dissonant,

hidden

in the dark.

I know that

you told me Lies.

I know, the reason 

you told me Lies.

You're the perpetrator,

I'm born to be the prey

which nourishes you.

I will always nourish you...



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1st WEBINAR FOR PEACE POETATHON IN GREECE UNDER THE AEGIS OF WORLD POETRY CANADA AND INTERNATIONAL 24/10/2013 9.00PM-11.00PM

EVENT'S LEADER: CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU 
CO-ORGANIZER: THANASIS PANOU
TECHNICAL , STATISTICAL SUPPORT: DESPOINA MAKRI (ATERMONOS MATHISIS) 

PARTICIPANT POETS AS THEIR POEMS WERE RECITED : 
FEDON THEOFILOU (GREEK), GIORGOS VELLIANITIS (GREEK), ELENI IOANNOU (GREEK), JAGJIT SIGH JIT ( INDIAN), CHRYSSOULA VAKIRTZI (GREEK), EVI GALAVOU (GREEK), THANASIS PANOU (GREEK), CHRIS KARIOTIS (GREEK), SOTIRIA KYRMANIDOU (GREEK), EFTICHIA KAPARDELI (GREEK), RENA PETROU (GREEK), ELENI SETTA (GREEK), DHIMITER KOVALESHI (ALBANIAN), ILIAS FOUKIS (GREEK)

WELCOME GREETINGS: ARIADNE SAWYER, MA PRESIDENT WORLD POETRY CANADA AND INTERNATIONAL SALEH MAZUMDER, POET DIRECTOR WORLD POETRY CANADA AND INTERNATIONAL PEACE POETATHON

A POEM ABOUT PEACE ALSO RECITED MY LITTLE DAUGHTER (8 YEARS OLD) KATERINA PIPINI

MY CONTRIBUTION FOR The World Poetry Canada International Peace Poetathon's special Peace Wish Tree

The World Poetry Canada International Peace Poetathon is creating a special Peace Wish Tree on display on October 23rd at the New Westminster Public Library, New Westminster , B.C Canada.

Well I decided to contribute to this awesome international event with the following thought. 

"Is Peace a Wish, a

Dream, an Utopia or Fact?

It's Divine's Clue in

Human Subconsciousness,

Love's Presence in Society,

Its Absolute Destiny!"

Είναι η Ειρήνη Ευχή, 

Όνειρο, Ουτοπία, Πράξη;

Είναι Ένδειξη

του Θείου στου Ανθρώπου το Υποσυνείδητο

η Παρουσία Αγάπης στην Κοινωνία

κι ο Απόλυτος Προορισμός αυτής!

ΜΕΣΑ ΑΠ' ΤΟ ΧΩΜΑ / FROM WITHIN THE SOIL

http://www.flickr.com/photos/zenera/312887782/in/photostream/

Οι χαώδεις ρίζες μου που

απλώνονται στο χώμα

αγνοούν την καταχνιά και

τα συρματοπλέγματα

AMORPHOPHALLUS TITANUM

She won't write to him anymore

She won't exist for him

She will stay in the shadow

looking towards him 

from time to time

ΑΓΚΑΠΗ ΜΟ ΖΟΥΓΚΛΑ!

Αγκάπη μο, προκτές αργκά

κατάρισα τρεις πατάτις

να τηγκανίσω μι ντυο αυγκά

κι ντυο τρεις λιαστές ντομάτις

Μι του μακαίρι γκια σπατί

γκύρισα πίσου στη ζούγκλα

Στις Φιλιππίνις τρως, γκιατί

ψάργκια στου πουτάμι  μούρλια

Αγκάπη, μάτια έκω σκιστά

γκια εσένα μένου στου Ιλλάντα

Ντεν το 'λπιζα γκια φαγκητά

να τρώμι μακαρουνάντα

Ντημοτικός υπάλληλους

μπήκις στη ζούλα μια μέρα

αχ και μιστούς πήρις πουλλούς

ντουλεύου ιγκώ καμαργκιέρα

Όμους ντιατεσιμότητα

σ' είπαν, αγκάπη μο, μπαίνεις

κι φτιρουγκίσαν τα λιφτά 

όπους οι κότις που φέρνεις

Γκια τούτου λέγκου, αγκάπη μο

στις Φιλιππίνις να πάμι

πίσου στη ζούγκλα σπίτι μο

μπανάνις φρι να τρυγκάμι

Θα'μαι η Τζέην θα γκίνεις Ταρζάν

κι τα κουνούπια ας τσιμπάνι

ικεί θα τρώμι ακόμα κι αν

τα φίντια μας κυνηγκάνι 

Έγκινι πια του Ιλλάντα σας

κειρότερου κι απ' τη ζούγκλα

ντουλειά κουρίς λιφτά γκια σας

κι έκει κι εντώ μπρε κουνούπια!

Η ΔΟΛΙΟΦΘΟΡΑ / THE SABOTAGE

Γράφω πολύ, αλλά

σταμάτησα να μιλώ.

Τι να πω μ' ό,τι

φρικτό αντικρίζω γύρω;

Η ΣΤΡΙΓΚΛΑ / THE HARPY

Ξέρω πως είμαι 

το αδύνατο σημείο σου

Θα εκδικηθώ

χτυπώντας σε

εκκεντρικά και έκκεντρα

Θα εξοντωθώ

όπως δεν περίμενες...

Δες πόσο παράλογη

μπορώ να είμαι;

Περίπου όσο κι εσύ!

Απελπίστηκα...

Μου στέρησες την ελπίδα.


I know what is
your weakest point 
I will avenge
by hurting you
quirky and eccentrically
I'll harm myself
as you don't expect...
See how irrational
 can I be?
About as much as you are!
Despair...
You even deprived me of hope.

SHE ATE THE WOLF

My drama is that 

I love you

without conditions

from the start

instinctively

you occupy my mind

night and day

for years now

even if my logic 

whispers to me 

all the time

"he is not for you

you're wrong"

I know now

I'm guilty

for your passion

You have remorses

all the time

you try to escape

and you cannot

because of my spells

you said at first

"Let's try some

just a bite to

see how it tastes"

and I made you

a junky of 

my lust 

You are so 

afraid of me!

I terrify you

with my devotion

you can't even withstand

dying without me

anymore

You leave me

alone all the time

to practice

but  I feel so strong

your need

to take me with you

to hide yourself  inside me

that I could accept death

enough you let me

sleep by your side

for ever