GREECE, USA AND NIGERIA TALK ABOUT POETRY AND AGAPE

GREECE, NIGERIA AND USA TALK ABOUT 
POETRY AND AGAPE

I do not know you
but your image is projected
through your tongue
-and what I need to see
from you
from so far away
is this wordy image-
I find it so beautiful!
“ Our souls are related
though we will probably never meet
in "real" space
I call you real friend”
You are so kind!
I‘ll never be enough kind for you
I‘ll need to be excused
by you many times ...
It is my inexcusable spontaneity
which always causes me problems...
We are strange kind of persons!
We have the talent to
put our soul on our words
although we have conscience of
the dangers
We dare because
we can live only
by sharing this very soul
“We are not afraid of danger
Our passion for language is greater than
any possible fear of being criticized”
I must admit though
I am not so courageous...
I just do it because it presses me
I must sing!
I cannot do nothing else!
When I didn't dare to write
I was singing aloud to myself
But there is a moment
sooner or later
for each of us
that we want to fly over every barrier
“Poetry is the world
Wish our peace and love could exist
in the minds of all people
living on this fragile rocky starship”
Then our voice would find the means
to go anywhere we want
I always believed that God loves humans
and poets are the voice of His love
We could sing a poem for peace
no matter where
no matter with whom...
The song of Agape
“Agape is the breath of life”
It is great the meeting of souls!
Bare naked souls
have nothing to share than agape
Sacred Love as Plato said
this kind of love sanctify the bodies too
the minds meet together
they try to come together
to do not fight
to be steadily in an angelic state
There is no reason for any argument
There where souls are met!

A poem almost a talk between tree poets
me, Elaine Polin and my new Nigerian friend Emmanuel-Abdalmasih Samson.

ARE WE EVER TOGETHER?

HOME RAPE

HOME RAPE
Woman, wife, dame, little girl!
Rose, open rose, red rose, bud
Did you ever really know how fragrant you are?
How many of you really? How many of you?
Could happy and satisfied mother give birth to a human beast?
I doupt! You don't take the love you need...
I see trampled roses all over the earth
Some they just lay there waiting their death
Did you ever suspected of how much you've deprived?
Did you ever imagine with how much evil  your 
daughters and sisters on your ignorance collide?
How many of you have you even let yourself touch your body?
How many times did you feel raped by your hubby?
How many parts of yourself you sacrifice on the altar of family peace?
Tell me the truth! Did you never feel at least a slave of  your deeds?
What did they try to teach you? Your needs and your body are filthy
Your pleasure a danger! Your paradise orgasms a trouble to the ego of your "baby"
Some old witches in Afrika or else dare to cut and mutilate your precious pussy
in the name of their bias, an old terror your lust corrupts your morality
You better never feel it, that way you are more convenient utensil Glory
You stay pathetic...Your sweetheart can take all he needs why then to  worry?
Let me ask you something... Why God offered this festive triumph in your body?
Learn to enjoy it! It's your part of creation's feast! 
It is given to  promote your power to bear that
you are the columns of life, you deserve to be full at the least!
Dive in your intrinsic given joy, love and ecstasy 
so you can bear sperms grafted with buds which have at last
human excellence's identity!

FATALISM HAIKU

ACCOMPLISHMENTS HAIKU

ACCOMPLISHMENTS HAIKU
the simpliest man can 
leave an important imprint
on mud made by tears

GOLDISH HAIKU