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