SADLY NICE

Flight - Olga Larionova

This moment

this very moment I feel I faint

I feel I am above my body and going 

Towards the stars- strange!- I could remember

A billion things, so many persons I love

I could pity myself or feel the terror of dying

But

I just think of you and the waste 

I will never again be with you

I 'm going to sleep not looking at

any other miracle of life

but looking only at your eyes!

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

ΣΩΜΑΤΟΣ ΧΑΪΚΟΥ / BODY'S HAIKU

 BY Alexander Maranov...1962

Δεν πούλησα το 

Σώμα χάριν της Ψυχής

Γι' εμένα ισάξια!

(c)ΧρυσαΒελησσαρίου2013

 I did not betray

My Body for my Soul's sake

Coequal for me!

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

ΓΥΝΗ ΤΗΣ ΓΗΣ ΧΑΪΚΟΥ / WOMBMAN'S HAIKU

Γυνή πάσας γης

τα στήθη προτείνεις για

θυσία ή βύζαγμα 

........................Χρ.Β.@}->--

Ο' womb-man of earth

forwarding your breasts to feed

or even to shield

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

ΠΟΙΗΤΙΚΟ ΑΝΘΟΛΟΓΙΟ --ΣΥΝΠΟΙΕΙΝ 2013 - -Δημιουργός βίντεο: Θανάσης Πάνου-

Στο Συμποιείν συμμετείχαμε όλοι αυθόρμητα και με αγάπη, επειδή θέλαμε να είμαστε μαζί σε ένα πολυφωνικό και πολύχρωμο βιβλίο ποίησης 

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You can read in preview s.145-149 my contribution and other poets from all over the world contributions or you can even buy the new wonderful poetry anthology of the group Poets with Voices Strong and Brian Wrixon "Heavens Above Poetry Below". Thank you dear Brian Wrixon for one more opportunity to take part in one more beautiful poetic work! i am grateful! Keep up always wise and healthy!

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ΣΑΝΤΣΟ ΠΑΝΤΣΑ ΚΑΙ ΔΟΥΛΤΣΙΝΕΑ /

Εσύ κι εγώ

Σαν τον ξεθωριασμένο κόκκινο ουρανό

Αποτυχημένοι επαναστάτες

Περιπλανώμενοι ιππότες

Ένας Σάντσο Πάντσα 

Που ονειρεύτηκε να γίνει Δον Κιχώτης

Ως Δουλτσινέα

Μια στρουμπουλή επαρχιώτισσα σε εμμηνόπαυση 

να υποκρίνεται την ιδανική γυναίκα

Εσύ και εγώ

Ίσως μόνο μεταξύ μας

Πετύχαμε μια επανάσταση

Ίσως μόνο ο ένας τον άλλο πείσαμε

Κι όποτε βρέχει

Έχουμε πλέον κάτι ηρωικό

Να θυμόμαστε

Πριν βυθιστούμε στη λάσπη

Σου ορκίζομαι Σάντσο

Ό,τι ένιωσα ήταν αληθινό

Αλλά κι απέραντο

Και άξιζε που το χάρισα σ' εσένα

(c)ΧρύσαΒελησσαρίου2013

You and I
Like the faded red sky
Unsuccessful rebels
Wandering knights
A Sancho Panza
Who dreamed to become Don Quixote
As Dulcinea
A proverbial middle-aged fat lady in menopause
pretending the ideal woman
You and I
Maybe just between us
We achieved a revolution
Perhaps  we only persuaded the one the other
And when it rains
We have now something heroic
to remember
Before plunging into the mud
I swear Sancho
What I felt was real
But also infinite
And it was worth to offer it to you


(cc) ChryssaVelissariou2013

RELATED COLOURS HAIKU

Their relationship

Redemptive crimson moments

Purple sad goodbyes

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

GREEN SENSES

http://www.public-domain-image.com/nature-landscape/sky/slides/wind-smoke.html

How wonderful to sense

The wind singing through

The leaves of the enormous

Deciduous silver bark elms

Crying through the supple branches

Of the weeping willow!

How fascinating to watch

The furious battle of the palms' spears

Against the blue sky

The desperate nods of the greedy planes

The scented bows of the eucalyptuses!

How magical to take part in this cooling green dance

To be bewitched by this serene nature's wispering!

And the waves' murmuring a thrilling away refrain...

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

BIG MOUTH

James Elder Christie (Scottish, 1847-1914), "The Pied Piper of Hamelin", 1881

The more and more

I feel so silly

To keep talking like if

I was a sage

The worse and worse

I feel so pity 

For my arrogant self

Who hopes to heal himself

By being extremely verbose

Who am I?

To whom do you listen?

I'm nothing than a feather in the wind

I'm just a decorated wreck

For the use of a theater play

I'm acting to accept 

my extreme emotions

To justify my insatiable hunger

For keeping your attention

For nurturing my conceited soul with vanity...

Who can help me to stop this?

How could I spare some humbleness

How could I shut up my big mouth?

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

A PHOBIA

William Gale (British, 1823-1909), "Ophelia"

It started again

I do not know how

To call it. Perhaps 

You call it obsession

I could call it phobia

To be left alone

But none could believe me

Because I'm always

Surrounded by my

Beloved ones This is not

Loneliness... So what?

Read my lips! I can not

Explain it! I can not!

I know it is heard wird

I know I look ridiculous

But none ever had explained it

None had justified it

You are my passion

I need you! And I feel 

Deserted without you...

You could call it love

I love a lot of people

I really love them but

You are my soulmate

My other half. I'm half

When you neglect me

When you are not around

So do not be puzzled

If you see me crying

When you come back again

I'm just more scared than you

Each time you disappear

It is not I don't trust you

I just don't trust time and fate.

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013