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POEMS SELECTION
By Fahredin Shehu
(from Prishtina, Kosovo)

The petroglyphs of “I”

The morning dew
Sparkles as broken crystal
You approached to kiss it
Purified soul you are
My beloved Human.................


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Grey Scale, Nigeria

THURSDAY, JUNE 30, 2011
LET THE POET SPEAK (GUEST POET AND BLOGGER: Fahredin Shehu)
GUEST POET AND BLOGGER: Fahredin Shehu

Elixir

There’s only a dew of elixir in the bottom of the empty cup sleeping as lamb
Now they call it heart, I call it polluted spirit, and you may call it ruby pomegranate granules
But we the simplest so called human entities jointly may only Love and this is sufficient
To suffer for the thousand years and a day more

The one who cares not is the luckiest mundane ignorant but I’m the one alike who outpours his quintessential not knowing for whom
Not knowing for what reason a purpose never show its glamour in advance
For warning, for love or even for sake of its purest manifestation

In times when words were queued in the thread abundantly curved in bobbin from the human scalp
The necklace of verse is fading its shine no sparkling truths gurgles from its spring to obey our thirsts
We the thirsty souls for divine morsel wandering in here as the spirits of suicide victims
Empty stomachs of enfant terrible only for the grasp of the truth they never hear even as the sound of insect
Never as the sound of falling frozen spirit in jade that you may later see as the Galatea of divine maternal essence
A cornucopia of latent blessings waits
A deficit of Love outbursts proudly displaying its genitalia without a drop of shame
I wander as a working bee searching for the nectar of wisdom to feed my Queen bee
And bestow her eternal life with the royal jelly leaking elegantly from the bottom to the navel




Charged circle

Black

Empty cans
No liquid evaporated
In the air full of pride
Polluted grains of soul
Lost their consistency
Pure fluids of light
Erupts as marshmallow bombs
Death squad penetrates deeply
Aiming to meet Anubis
A Tsunami whirled its wish
Passion and glutton declared independence
The dream of becoming a parallel nation
To co-habit with leukemia of creativity
A sex drive 4x4 retired
A crippled veteran of passion
Bags for the mercy of soulless utilitarian army of human entity
Better said plankton a homo-plankton of miserable creatures
Even worms and larva are disgusted by our hatred
Fecal, a skunk of fear
An eclipse of love that spans for ages
From birth to death
A spectrum displays its ripeness
Ejaculates liberty as blast
A dazzling dance of shaped and amoeboid forms of manifestation
Truth
Bitter the honey with suffer
Powder a chamomile with royal jelly and ginseng
All of sudden a wind blows
Spores of the old pines

White
The soul of parallel nation of Angeloid
Is striving pleasure of life?
Lives now
Perpetually woofs a rainbow muslin with the divine light
Inter-woofed dress
Newborn immaculate fellows
Perfuming
Oh those smell of paradise
Mint, Neroli, Oakmoss, Amber
A bouquet of divine pleasure
And Acacia kissed by a queen bee
Yes the queen of Enneagram
Of course
The work produces sweet essences
Oh Sarmouni of our Millennia
Melt the cataract-ic lance so they may see the beauty
Heal the flu so they may smell fresh ozone
A charged circle of light and love
Overwhelm
Remove the pulp from the reed
So may divine tune perform light?
Tao
May be your torchbearer
In the dark valley and by then you may see a spectrum
That encircles an infant fear
For an eternal life
Yet I kiss that that time sequence
Where Jin and Jang harmoniously co-habit
I a Feng Shui of Love
Defragmenter of hate’s files
Zipper of dark matrixes
Arranger
So you may know they do exists
So you try them in order to enjoy the sweetness of life’s honey
In this porcelain valley
Where goodness and mischief
Hand in hand are gliding furiously
Alas pure the morning with dew of love
Oxidize hate with apple vinegar
Sing to celebrate both solstices and have a cup of vine
That swoon you
That filters all starry
Cells of brain and ganglia
Perfume her navel with rosewater and kiss, kiss, kiss
Do a divine Tantra
With all visible and invisible and semi-visible spirits
Kiss topaz of her eyes
Kiss ruby of her heart
Kiss diamond of her nail
Kiss cooper of her feet ankle
Kiss jade of her bones
Kiss sapphire of her cells
And a flame-y waterfall of hair
And a silky pubic…
Oh…kiss and kiss and kiss whatever belongs to her
Make her a necklace
With your purest and noblest spermatozoids
Then call her as you wish
Wisdom, Hikkmah[1], Sophia[2]
Or simply Goddess that makes you Angeloid.




Sweet little Roma
I crossed the stone bridge and listened the gurgle of white river’s water beneath
And the Church staying proudly next to the Mosque as mirror to see her beauty
The fountain of drinking water from the top of the cold hills flowing benevolently
Surrounded by the buzzing manlike creatures unaware of the burden they carry
A approached a different mendicant than my eyes use to capture as camera obscura
The boy was drinking Coke and happily smiling to the crowd yet in his eyes
The azure blue formed a net for the lovers, human and celestial beings alike
As spider waiting for the victim that would proudly kiss the star in his forehead
The day was happy to find me there slightly confused by the spring’s breeze
I was happy to be there and embrace the Coke drinking boy sweet as all boys in the world
The angels that warns us to Love unbiased




Questions of Angeloid

Am I plain stone?
To be thrown far from the eyesight

Am I skin of the tiger
To be stepped by soulless merchant

Am I blood soaked by relative fellow?

Am I a lost tribe’s leader?
To be adored as saint

Am I lost prophet?
To be searched in caves where the Jinni settled his colony

Am I a Jurassic fossil?
To be displayed in a crystal cube

Am I a jasmine essence?
To be smelled after third millennium

Am I lost planet
The curse of mankind

Am I paradigm of goodness?
To be diminished by surrenderance

Am I perfect mischief?
To be hailed as a Gospel chant

Am I wing of purple angel
To bring you shade
While you search for knowledge

Am I supersensible tune?
To be played by enlightened heartstring

Am I aerial spirit?
To bring you storm
In a midday when the sun
Reads its quatrain


Am I a cosmic fluid?
To be dispersed as a star dust

Am I divine enough?
To rejoice for a cosmic harmony

Am I the bell from the angel’s wings?
To bell the beginning of a new prophecy

Am I a saint that shows hardly his miracle?
To be later adored as Godling

Am I pure water from the desert’s spring?
To be drunk on the moment of death

Am I death of Art?
To be reborn by Theurgy

Am I a drunken lover in Love?
To be perished in the quantum of photon

Am I stupid to reveal a new discovery?
So you may pity or
You may salute and laude
And so, and so, and so on.




Theophany
You kiss me and stamp my existence
I kiss you and melt in God’s essence


The granular spittle that remains in my throat
A long day between winter and spring
My state known only by friends few of them
My Love felt by every creature
The bastards that sprinkles with their hatred
And those that converts their names and faith
This suffocating visible plurality of creatures and bizarre manifestations
My spiritual nervation has strengthened
Soul cells are dancing the muttered nation’s dance called Love
Those who make sex in the air as flies’ foals hatred babies
Can you kill babies is our question
We the invisible plurality of divine creatures and manifestations
We the perpetual Theophany coruscate in pure hearts
As Sun in the dews of mornings full of vetyver, ambergris, limonene, fragrance and a slight skunk of civet, moschus and the sweat men by labor exhausted
We speak we sing we paint
With the act without exhaling a syllable from our holly mouths
We sprinkle with the aureate dust
Straight we look at Saturn ring color eyes and the color of peacock tale feather
We built a cube temple and play chess in cube
We love the terrain where the guests of Moses and Lot before him had passed through
We sing with Seraph of high realms we sing in sync
Here we bring joy in hearts of those who encroached in procession through emerald macadam
Where you seldom pass
We know by heart the Al Jaffr and ten Sefirots and we read the Liber Razielis
We accompanied Adam Kadmon in his solitude prior to separation and embodiment in terrain that will be bloodied by human through centuries
We have said to John to go in the river Jordan baptize the Christ and lead him on
For those who knows a little
We said to Waraka to prepare Muhammad to become the leader of those who seek the truth
We said to Bahaullah to explain men to take after women and the mother Earth
Otherwise in upcoming millennium the solely food of them shall be kernels and water
We said to Gibran commence the Theurgy for upcoming millennium being as solely artistic repose for creative men
We said to Fahredin write as much as possible and hush as a canyon stone
Until he finds his echo point
We...

[1] Arabic for wisdom, we disregard language we are concentrated on substance on quint essence
[2] Greek for wisdom…
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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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