Poetry · 03. dicembre 2022
Alexander Kabishev (Russia): WHAT IS CHRISTMAS?
What is Christmas? What is Christmas? Tell me please! Just a way happiness To increase? What is Christmas? I want to know! Is it a season? Full of snow? What is Christmas? For you friends? This is something That never ends! What is Christmas? We all know Plays for us An important role! I choose to believe. I choose to believe. I choose to forgive I choose to remember. I choose simple – life! I choose to accept. I choose one more time I choose not to give up And I choose still to fight! I...
Poetry · 18. novembre 2022
. A message of peace . I want to spread the message of peace In this whole world We all want peace Let's be a song of peace Throw away the sorrow To hate Cover the cloak of love And become Companions of love And flowers like that Give fragrance to everyone Life is too short Fill it with color Each other's tears clean up And stick together . Anila Talib . Pakistan
Poetry · 03. novembre 2021
Lidia Chiarelli on PAPIRUS - Turkey
Poetry · 25. gennaio 2021
#Sue Zhu #Lidia Chiarelli #Immagine&Poesia #Yalujiang Literary Monthly
Poetry · 08. dicembre 2020
ANTIMANIFESTO (for Nicanor Parra, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Nat Scammacca) Poets, I have come down not just from Brooklyn Heights or Olympus but from Erice in Trapani, Sicily. From the pinnacle of Aphrodite’s sacred mountain, I beheld a vista: White clouds covering everything like a mythic sea— only a single rock rising out of the soft white mist. The boulder that Polyphemus threw at Odysseus and his crew escaping from this the isle of grapes and sheep and Cyclops? Yes, I descended down the...
Poetry · 20. ottobre 2020
Poetry · 26. maggio 2020
THE LEANING TOWER OF POEMS My father, the poet, asks for my help once again. He asks me to enter the room where the magic happens. All about are boxes upon boxes. Some are sturdy but many if not most are not, crumpling under the weight of poetic thoughts and ideas that separate us from the animals. The younger towers stand fairly strong compared to their elders, which bend and lean perilously over the precipice of the floor far below. I am asked to help rehabilitate what can’t seemingly be...
Poetry · 11. giugno 2019

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