D'amore - Larah Lei

  D'amore

Deliquio divino
deferente al cuore
che d'alti toni impazza nelle vene,
seppur cariatide , ma d'animata speme
io ti sorreggo mia fervida passione.
Che d'altro io non posso ormai bramare
neppur dirimere ciò che mi ghermisce ,
inerme t'amo e nulla mi perisce ...
languida a te , mio suggellato amore .
_by Larah Lei ____

Raymonde Simone Ferrier - Senso dell’orientamento non possiedo

Senso dell’orientamento non possiedo
ma l’anatomia di certi luoghi
ad occhi chiusi riconosco e percorro.
In un attimo in mente mia si diramano
le loro intime antiche strade
fino a toccarmi il fulcro del petto.
Mi basta allungare la mano
e con lui all’unisono
le sento pulsare di diletto.
E il cielo ad un tratto si fa lindo,
si spoglia delle sue nuvole taciturne
e delle angustie di tutti gli altri luoghi.
Senso dell’orientamento non possiedo
ma Là, una lacrima che ride dietro alla palpebra,
un sorriso incollato alla polpa delle labbra,
sempre arrivo nel tempo lampo di un furtivo bacio.
Seguendo la strada di fulgore del ricordo
non posso sbagliarmi di un centimetro solo,
mi basta girare ad ogni suo stondato angolo
e, estasiata, di nuovo vivissimo lo possiedo,
chiuso nel nostro stretto abbraccio.
La sua preformata affrescata celeste area
ogni suo remoto arco di portico,
ogni suo passo dal lieve frizzante fruscio
perfettamente sposa il labirinto della selva
di emozioni che invadono le mie coronarie.
Senso dell’orientamento non possiedo
ma, quegli eterni corridoi dalle mani tese
sempre portano al mio Re.
Ė uno solo il Luogo del cuore.
Di quelle sue delizie è dipinto il Cielo
e Là, nel suo lontano-incorporato Regno,
vi si accede per l’eternità, senza bussola.
R.S.F.
29.03.2017

LADY ZEHRA - Tyran Prizren Spahiu

LADY ZEHRA
english&albanian version
As fresh as spring’s pinfeather
light armed whispered welcoming,
said ... I came love to offer
sounded so honestly as the virgin nature.

Life has divine greatness
came are to embroider beauty,
in our modest kingdom
came down as the purest star of the universe.
I wonder… why is so charming this creature
her soothing glimmers surrounded our being,
were hit by the pleasant surprise
brought pleasure, essential joy.
Our dear Lady from a far Bosphorus
as a swallow cruised t her nest,
landed, chosen of the selected time,
enriching kindly our lives.
Just like asterisk slipped in silent
remained fresh tracks ,
day that blessed by God
left as the evening Empress ...
--All Rights Reserved --
Tyran Prizren Spahiu
MIKESHA ZEHRA
Si pupëza e freskët e pranverës
krahëlehtë pëshpëriti mirëseardhjen,
tha...ardhur jam të ju dashuroj
e sinqertë si virgjëresha e natyrës.
Jeta e ka madhështinë hyjnore
ardhur janë të qëndisin bukurinë,
në mbretërinë tonë modeste
zbriti si yll i pastër i gjithësisë.
Pyeta.., pse është aq sharmante kjo krijesë
dritëzat e saj ledhatuese rrethuan qenien tonë,
na goditi befasia e këndshme
solli hare, gëzim qenësor.
Mikesha ynë, nga Bosfori i largët
posi dallëndyshja në çerdhe rrugëtoi,
zbarkoi zgjedhura e kohës,
begatoi me mirësi jetën tonë.
Si yllëzë rrëshqiti heshtur
mbetën gjurmët e freskëta të pashlyera,
ditë atë të bekuar të Zotit
u largua si perandoresha e mbrëmjes...
Tyran Prizren Spahiu

I AM PROUD TO BE A WOMAN...Seema Devi

I AM PROUD TO BE A WOMAN...

Come what may, suffer any amount
I am proud to be a woman....as
I am immortalized in Ajantha and Ellora caves
I am adored as Mary, the holy mother
I am sensually immortalized by Ravi Verma
In his colors and canvases
I am the space queen Kalpana Chwala,
The serving saint, Mother Teresa,
Sarojini Naidu the nightingale of India,
I am alive as Sheeren of Farhad, Laila of Majnu
The bewitching beauty , Cleopatra.
I live in the hearts of every Hindu God,
I am the delicate Helen of Troy,
I am Florence Nitingale,
I live as a great artist Amrita Sher Gill,
I am the Sita worshiped for her chastity,
I am Kittur Chennamma, Kanyaki and Jhosi Ki Rani.
I cannot be erased from the face of this Earth
For my beauty, courage , intelligence and sacrifices
Are from that Divine hand, which
can never be defaced or eliminated,,
Now Malala who is the voice of woman.
And all the sweating women who long for
Education, justice and peace, walking miles
For water and burning like a little candle
To light the Home and Light the Heart.
YES
I am proud to be a WOMAN !

Seema Devi...8/3/17

My sketch by Chinmoy Halder...my sweet child

مقال في جريدة عقيدتي المصرية تَرْجَمة الْقُرْآن الْمَجِيدِ ... بِأسلوبٍ جديدٍ- Munir Mezjed

 

مقال في جريدة عقيدتي المصرية
تَرْجَمة الْقُرْآن الْمَجِيدِ ... بِأسلوبٍ جديدٍ
صَدَرَت تَرْجَمة لِمَعَانِي الْقُرْآن الْمَجِيدِ بِاللُّغَةِ الْإِنجليزِيّةِ. تعْتَبِر مُتَمَيِّزة حَيْثُ تَنْتَهِجُ أسلوبًا جديدًا فِي تَرْجَمة مَعَانِي الْقُرْآن الْمَجِيدِ. وَتَحْتَوِي عَلَى العَدِيد مِنَ المُصْطَلَحات الجَدِيدة وَالمُبْتَكَرة مِنْ أجْلِ تَوْضِيح الْمَعْنَى الْحَقِيقِيّ لِلْكَلِمَةِ
صَاحِبُ هَذِهِ التَرْجَمَة المُتَمَيِّزة منير مزيد . وَهُوَ شَاعِرٌ وَأَدِيبٌ وَمُتَرْجِمٌ وَبَاحِثٌ فِي الآدَابِ والعُلومِ الإِنْسانِيَّةِ ، عَرَبيّ مُقِيمٌ فِي رُومَانيِا كَلاَجِئ دَرَسَ فِي إِنجلْتَرا وَأَمْرِيكَا ، وَتُرْجَمت العَدِيدُ مِنْ أَعْمَالِهِ الإِبْدَاعيّةِ إِلَىٰ لُغَاتٍ عَالميّةٍ مُتَعَدِّدَةٍ ، فَقَدْ تُرْجَمت تِلْكَ الأَعْمَالُ مِنَ اللُّغَةِ الْإِنجليزِيّةِ
يُعُدُّ مُنيرْ مَزيِدْ وَاحِداً مِنْ أَهمِّ الأَصْوات الشِّعريَّةِ الْعَالَميّةِ ، وَمِنْ أَهمِّ رُوَّاد الْتَّجْدِيد فِي الشِّعرِ ، وَقَدْ اسْتَطَاعَ وَضْعَ مَفْهُومٍ جَمَاليّ وَفَلْسَفِيّ لِرُؤْيَةٍ شِعْريّةٍ إَذْ أَطْلَقَ عَلَيْهَا " الشِّعْر الْمُطْلَق ". فَهْوَ مِنْ دُونِ شَكٍّ وَاحِدُ قَوْمِهِ ، حَيْثُ يُنَاضِلُ فِي سَبِيلِ قَضَايَا بِلاَدِهِ العَادِلَةِ وَفِي سَبِيلِ الحُرِّيَةِ وَاِحْتِرَامِ حُقُوق الإِنْسَانِ ، وَفِي سَبِيلِ ثَقَافَةٍ إِنْسانِيّةٍ خَالِيَةٍ مِنَ التَّطَرُّفِ وَالْعُنْصُرِيَّةِ وَالكَرَاهِيَةِ

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DUI POSTMORTEM LINGERS - Sam DeLoach

DUI POSTMORTEM LINGERS

Inside these flesh and bone walls
I must abide
Knowing what I’ve done.
The cost of my folly -
Eternal self-damnation.
It’s strange how
When busting a beard;
You can get by,
Though you’re only eighteen.
Or how,
Some days, you feel encumbered;
A sailboat moored to the dock
On a sunny, breezy day.
Or I used to,
Back when I still had cause
To raise the glass
With youthful gusto
Before free falling away.
Saturday evening, a red Mustang
And a twelve pack;
We were off to skim the sky.
No one ever took the time to tell us
Red Mustangs
Were never built to fly.
Memories are a cruel mallet
Pulverizing over and over again
As they reveal my quandary;
An unforgivable sin,
For forgiveness lies in you
And
Your absence is a poisoned dart.
Thus,
I will remain forever unforgiven,
Knowing
The sweet succor of forgiveness
Comes nowhere near my heart.

Sam DeLoach
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