Emir Sokolovic

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Zadovoljstvo mi je da Vas "pozovem", obzirom na fizičku udaljenost, da zajedno "prisustvujemo" promociji stihozbirke "Lako je jurišati na nebo koje ćuti..." putem direktnog video prenosa,
u terminu 28. aprila 2011. u 19:00 sati.
Promocija će se održati u predivnom prostoru hotela "Zenica" u Zenici. Ovom prigodom se u ime gostiju i lično ime zahvaljujem na razumijevanju i nesebičnoj podršci menadžmenta i osoblja hotela.
Promotori:
- Spasoje Ž. Milovanović;
- Spasoje Spremo i
- Sead Pašić. Specijalni gosti:
- trio "Amorosso"


«APOKALIPSA» - konačno i u Sarajevu...
U sklopu 4. Novosarajevskih međunarodnih večeri poezije koje su se održale u Sarajevu u periodu od 11.11.2010 do 13.11.2010. godine projekat «Apokalipsa» je zaslužio i dobio autonoman prostor za predstavljanje. Uz pomenuto, sa pjesmom «Diadema» zastupljen sam u Zborniku susreta koji nosi naziv «Kapija istoka i zapada» koji je tom prigodom i promovisan. (http://www.kns.ba/s/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=803&Itemid=61)

Lemongrass

Lemongrass

From the armpit of an Angel
I took a lump of essence
I dissolved it in the tear
From the face of eternity
I made a smell
For the progeny of the Beloved

The wanderer returned
The journey was real adventure
Upon his settlement at the shore
The seagull reckoned
The krypton green patch offshore

I approached and entered in
The Gown was ready to be bestowed
I was not ready to accept
As the infant face bears
The eyes of the senile
From the dark green forests
Full of resins, oak moss and
The Golden bow

I escaped this manifestation
I found myself in the valley
Heard the echo of the weeping willow
Smelt the lemongrass, Violet, Daisy and
The wild orchid that bears the pistils
Of Saffron

Love…!
Human gave so much pain and
This confession is not a complaint
I just want to show you
Only
The path of heart I went through

I just want to remind you of
The room of seclusion you may break
The walls human built up and
The heart is the dimension with
The heavy gravity; you go through and
After you only a spectrum radiates

The bonds of Knowledge may stretch
To the borders of the heart and
The chains of Destiny may
Melt in the presence of divine
Just as snowflake melts in the warmth
Of the spring in the petal
Of the snowdrop and
The leaf of healing fragrant
Of the lemongrass

DIOGEN plus...

PRIČATI PJESMI?!

Bogohulno stremeći odgovoru na iskazane želje, Fahredin Shehu pronalazi vlastito putovanje unutar iskazanih želja kreaciji težeći.

Kakvoj?

Isprepletenosti riječi, misli i težnji. Ne bilo kakvih: Iskrenih, nepatvorenih emocija ljubavi što streme. Ni jednoga trenutka ne želeći zanemariti činjenicu da on "priča pjesmu", on "pjesmi priča".

Kako?

Pretačući sopstvena nadahnuća bogatstvom metafore unutar pretpostavljenih činova?

Da. I više od toga: Znakovito naglašavajući veličinu drugoga nauštrb sopstvenih nadanja. Uvjeren da time pomaže sebi da konačno razumije sopstvenu osobnost. U drugome. Radi sebe.

Dok ga čitamo između redova. Jer on tome i teži.

Ponovo. Radi sebe.

I, ponekad, radi nas.

Čitalaca, njegovih.



Riječ urednika

TALKING TO THE POEM?!

Striving towards blasphemous response to the expressed wishes, Fahredin Shehu finds his journey within the stated desire of creation seeking.

What kind?

Entanglement of words, thoughts and aspirations. and not just any: sincere, genuine emotion which aspires towards love. Not even for a moment not wanting to ignore the fact that he "talks poetry, " he "is talking to the poem".

How?

Transfusing his own inspiration with the richness of the metaphor out of implied acts?

Yes. And even more: Significantly emphasizing the size of other detriment of his own hopes. Convinced that with this helps himself to finally understand his own personality. In the other. Because of himself.

While we read between the lines. Because he is heading towards that.

Again. Because of himself.

And, sometimes, because of us.

Readers, of his.




Editor's word

Grey Scale by Chika Onynezi, Nigeria

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 29, 2011
NEXT GUEST blogger and FEATURED Author on Grey scale!

I know you don't want to miss this, Fahredin Shehu an established poet will sweep us away with his skill as a guest blogger and featured Author on Grey Scale. You better don't miss this blog. believe me there is a part of poetry you haven't seen. there a skills far from your reach. this Poet Ambassador Fahredin Shehu has it all. For now i will go back to daily job, that is designing graphics. have a nice day friends.Please read his curriculum vitae below:

Marriage

Laguna of the tinny pearls
As was as Atlantic and
The heavy palm-leafs
Singing the hidden tune of the wind
I found a conic empty shell
Echoing your name

I still bear in mind
Your offering of the celestial harvest
And the red corral of your necklace
Shining the crystallized blood
The hair; a liquid ebony and
The dress of emerald seaweed

I started to miss a word and
The Peacock feather
I write on Love; only
Disappeared in the darkness
Of the jealous hole

The smell of Iodine all around
Evaporating salt from my Soul’s Ocean
Spreads wishes, whims, longings and
Belongings in an air of your sky

I still recall a white pigeon and
A gold-neb Pelican to bite
My flesh and feed her bird

I still wait the wing-stretched Eagle
To bring the snowdrop circlet
From the Middle Earth for
Our wedding and the Kolibri
Sings silently the repentance
Of my Calla lily

My lips are dry; and my Soul is thirsty
Sophia came to kiss your Pistis
Despite the envy of the evil
I stand powerful as water
I disregard all those who can’t feel but
Ponder instead; on my words and
Never get a clue
Come and meet my longing; who
Demands nothing more than
Surrenderance
There you may see the blooming of
The holy mystery as
In unison we make Tantra
A reality; the sacral wedding
Miraj; a reality
Since we went through the Heaven and Hell
So we have fear no more.

We passed through: Knowledge, Destiny and Love
Together beyond Eternity and its dwellings

We are strongly attached to
The Golden cord of Heaven

We realized that God is everything but
Everything isn’t God

Under the Peach tree

Heaven tore apart
Heart bore rainbow
Soul firms the crystalline

Today lasts the bliss
Amaranthine blooms tomorrow

We awoke dormant hopes
We evoke celestial siblings
We summon uninhabited spirits
Under the Peach tree shade

Sybil plays the lyre and
The strings made of golden hairs
The goat fleece shines
Mild melody ceases every pain
For those who sing and
For those who sing not; equally
For those who hear and have
No flu; enjoying the Jasmine odor
Lavender and Iris embracing
The assembly; under the shade of
The peach tree; collecting
The drops of Beauty;
Tears of eternity in goblets
Made of Amethyst and
The Platinum lid
To seal the liqueur
For the next platoon of Love martyrs
It may be you dear it may be you
And you and you; who drink
This Elixir

All I expect is you open
The bud of your being
So I may put a solely drop
So the clear light of Bliss
Overwhelms and folds
Your innocence; protects it
From the sinner, and
Its permanent malice

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