A BILINGUAL WEEPING TO THE HUMANS WHO STILL ARE PARANOIACLY LOST ALL OVER THE GLOBE WITHOUT ANY TRUE REASON

Α...ρματα, βόμβες, πύραυλοι, όπλα, διαμελισμένα ανθρώπινα 
    σώματα
Γ...ια εμένα είναι εικόνες σε μια οθόνη ή φωτογραφίες

Ν...α ζω έμαθα σε ειρήνης παράδεισο

Ο... πόλεμος δε θέρισε στον τόπο μου όσο υπάρχω

Ο...μως ο τρόμος ίπταται, μανούλα είμαι πολλών γιων

Υ...ποτίθεται οι άντρες είναι κυνηγοί κι οι μάχητες τους

Μ...ασκαρεύουν σε υπερασπιστές των κεκτημένων. Ποτέ δεν

Ε...νιωσα ασφαλής, το σπίτι μου στο μάτι του κυκλώνα της 
    Μέσης Ανατολής
Ν...α χαθείς αιμοσταγές φάσμα που στοιχειώνεις 
    τις νύχτες μου με
Ο...ράματα χαμένων στρατιωτών, προγόνων που ποτέ δεν
    επέστρεψαν κι ουρλιάζουν από το χρονοντούλαπο της
Ι...στορίας εισερχόμενοι στο Ιερό της τρυφερής ψυχής μου 
    να μου θυμίζουν

Π...οιος ο χειρότερος εφιάλτης της ανθρώπινης φυλής

Ο...που μαυροντυμένες γυναίκες ξεπουλούν τις καρδιές τους 
στους Ισχυρούς
Λ...εφτά δε δέχονται αντάλλαγμα, ψυχές το αντίτιμο

Ε...ντός του αποτρόπαιου σφαγείου

Μ...άτια νεκρών νεανίσκων

Ο...ρθάνοιχτα στηλώνονται ανέκφραστα

Υ...πέρ του αδιέξοδου μέλλοντος της αποκαλούμενης 
    δήθεν Ανθρωπότητας

M...issiles,guns, bombs, dismembered victims

I... see them on media from afar I live in a
......peace paradise
S...ince I was born, WAR didn't come to mow
......in my place
S...o afraid I am often though, they say men
......are hunters
I...'m many sons' mother, danger's always
......near disguised in their aquired's defense
N...ever feel safe, my home's serene point's
......in Middle East's active crater
G...o away so long soaked in blood, horrible
......specter terrifying my nights!

P...hantoms soldiers of my ancestors who never
......came back reveal themselves out of history's dustbin
E...ntering in my heart's love temple
......to remind me
O...f human race's worst dark nightmare where weeping ......women
P...ay more than money to the mighty ones

L...ife is the price in massacres' abhorrent
.......marketplace where wide open
E...yes of dead youth stare expressionlessly
.......humanity's future deadlock

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

(c)ChryssoulaVelissariou2013

Προσθήκη ετικετών στη φωτογραφίαΠροσθήκη τοπο

VOICELESS

What could she sing to him now?
He does not want to hear
How to speak about harmony?
He has his ears clogged with wax
Unwisely though he's tied
on the life's mast
he spends the now
he leaves her deficient
Was this love or just passion?
He grabbed his entire
piece of lust
undisciplined he devours
The prey of pleasure
Was this love or just passion?
She is touching her members
At nights she feels
She is half.
With muffled inarticulate
Shouts she invites
Her dream in lack
The priestess of love
Refuses to be
Uninvolved, although glorious
Just a faceless executioner
in the sacrifice's feast.

(c) ChrysaVelissariou2013

ΓΙΝ-ΓΙΑΝΓΚ................................................YIN-YANG

YIN-YANG A PAINTING BY JIM THOMPSON

Γευτείτε την ηδονή του σκοτεινού..................Taste 

μέσα απ'τα ποιήματά μου, αλλά όμως το........the Dark's 

φωτεινό είναι ο σκοπός τους, ως........pleasure through

εντός τους αναδύονται όσοι................my poems even

πόνο και θλίψη έπλασαν.......though Bright is their aim

να ξαναγεννηθούν...............For them who tortured by

να ενδυναμωθούν..............pain and sorrow are reborn

ν'ανατείλουν............fortified and more shining rise

σε λαμπρή.........up again by their next soul's morning

αίγλη ω-..crowned with the blinding glory of experience

ραίοι!........thirsty for joy and happiness and beauty!

ΜΙΣΟΥΣ ΧΑΪΚΟΥ / HATE'S HAIKU

ΜΙΣΟΥΣ ΧΑΪΚΟΥ

Κάποτε μισώ
το άφαντο άλλο μου μισό
μ'άφησε μισό...


HATE'S HAIKU

sometimes I do hate
my other half,unseen mate
my heart's cut in half

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75AjVDKPqYo&feature=youtu.be

NOTE: It is widely known the semiological value of the so ancient rooted greek language. This haiku is about an interesting greek word, the word ME'SOS (ΜΊΣΟΣ). This ME'SOS toned in ME' means HATE and toned in SOS' (ΜΙΣΌΣ) means HALF. It is known the two ancient words have the same origin...and what's the semiology? When you hate you become half you lose the other half this human who was before by your heart and now is away.

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