The Blue Max Review, 2015, Ireland

Poets included in The Blue Max Review 2015

In Arcadia - Patrick Lodge
Stranger on Eccles Street - Frances Browne
The spring affair - Iulia Gherghei 
From a Porch in Co. Wexford - Phelim Kavanagh
Parthenon - Jim Hyde
Ancient and Eager my Tears… - Kay Kinghammer
What We Talk About When… - John Jeffire
Silly - Alan Halford
They Passed By - Immanuel Mifsud
a letter to my son on his… - Jolee Davis
Listen Here, Australia - Anne Tannam
The Room - Clifton Redmond
Stoep of the soup kitchen… - Mishka Hoosen
The Fallow Field - Christopher Fitzgerald
Flights - Carlos Salas
Chopping Down the Beanstalk - Alexander Hutchison
Crate of Light - Dagmar Drabent
Witness - Fred Johnston
Pine - Miceál Kearney
Poetics of Serpent - Fahredin Shehu
Departure - Tsead Bruinja
The Girl from Curitiba - Liam Ryan
First Snow of January - Gloria Monaghan
New Year Hikers - Patrick Lodge
Train Warp - Wiltrud Dull
Sleeping on Sand While… - Barrett Warner
Fireworks and birds - Lies Van Gasse
Sionnach - Davnet Heery
Fringe of reeds - Martin Reints
Two Men Embrace on a… - Simon Lewis
The Unbreakable Mirror - Frank Neely
duvet cover - Maresa Sheehan
The Goat - David Butler
The Provocative Light of Love - Richard Bailey
The Lady Chapel and the Virgin - Shirley Bell
Thinkin’ ‘Bout Texas - Victory
the long hallway - Misty Valenta
Tender Seeds - David Ryan
Gutted - Helen Harrison
Ravens Rejoicing - Gearoid O'Brien
Tale of the Underdog - Eileen Connolly
Life Events, 1964 - Paula Lambert
The Purgatory of… - Glen Wilson
Last Call - Jeannie E. Roberts
Seed planting….. - Michael Corrigan
Shadow and light - Sunil Sharma
Half Light - Daniel Roy Connelly.

World Poetry Yearbook 2013, China

RUBIKON - A KEMI BREZ TE RINJ SHKRIMTARESH- 04.06.2015

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlHwO6UW6cg

Zlatno nalivpero

Sećam se pokojnog ujaka

Jedne srede na nekoj godišnjici

On je tada majci dao nalivpero TOZ Zagreb

Sa zlatnim vrhom od 24 karata

Kao štafetu da ga prenese meni

Rat je i to oteo sa mirijadama sećanja

Na imena ljudi, knjiga, natpisa, zapisa,

Opisa, spisa, slika, utvara i aveti

Ko ambis progutao je deo bića

Uvek spremnog za ljubav

I detinjaste nestašluke sa životom

Na bezbrojnim počecima

Na bezbrojnim krajevima

Pesme

Video sam da pišu i levom i desnom rukom

Pesme koje se završavaju

Dok se jedna cigareta popuši na verandi

A kome je stalo do pesme dima

Po punom mesecu i milini

Koju iz te daljine nama šalje

Gabrijel

I kome je stalo do zamagljenih reči

Koje donose astmatične napade

Mojoj sestri

Ženi sveta

Nalivpero- Fahredin Shehu, Iz. ARHIPELAG, Beograd

Srce

Lakše je bilo pre raspuklog

Ogledala tvoga srca

Da vidim mladež ispod

Adamove jabučice

I pečat sveznajućeg anđela

U desnom podpazuhu

Koji oslobađaše miomirise

Nebeskih cvetova

Danas mi oko levo

Aurske lobanje vidi samo

Tamno zelene lišaje kako lebde po eteru

I devet tekstura devet vrsta magle

S miomirisima mineralnog porekla

Dok slavim jačinu crvenog kristala

Kojeg ljubomorno s ljubavlju

Čuvam u nedrima

At Gizeh street in 2005

How many waxing and waning moons,

and those sickle among the stars confused.

If for others my dear you seem

the same in every season,

for me here in Gizeh street in Cairo

You are different,

                        different every time

as I defer your face and bow

down so you set beside the face

ff the Sphinx and walk

gracefully pampered by the smell

of Oud and in balcony drinking with a friend

Lipton black tea with some fresh mint leafs

soaked in huge ceramic mugs and roasted

cashews, pecans and macadamia

to foster hard thoughts.

Then the thin long ropey slices of carrots

and cucumbers for refreshment- while,

the air is humid although is two after midnight.

So I want to visit a lady,

on whom many words have been spread,

as she is a princess of some south Arabian tribes.

The apartment in the 12^th floor,

and on that very moment

as we eat the royal dates and ice cold water

we drunk- the earthquake started.

The lady was terrified,

more than I during the wartime.

…and she said:

There was not an earthquake in Cairo

since 12 years ago, may Allah

protect us all.

Then she continued praying in Arabic.

I never knew what. 

Në prehnin e nji jete tjetër

A të kanë diftue Xhan

Se sa e madhe asht zemra jeme

Te ajo ka vend për secillin me gjet

Ka i skut e m’u qetsue

Apo ke pa vet se munesh n’to

Me u sill tuj ma sjell erandjen

E parajsës i veshun me petkat morr

Që t’i kishin pre me dy masa

Njanën për trup e tjetrën për shpirt

A të kanë tregue Xhan

Se mue melaqet dhe Metatroni

M’i kan pre petkat për dy

Masa t’shpirtit

Mëndafsh jeshil ni petk për parajs

E armaç të’zi e t’rond për ferr

A të kan rrëfye Xhan se feja

Asht për ata qi i tuten ferrit dhe

Për ata qi shpresojn parajsën

E shpirtnia asht për q’ata të cillët i kanë

Parakalue udhët e të dyve

Eh…Xhan, mas pelegrinazhit

Me erdh ni engjëll

Ngroht më përqafoi me 600 krih

Në anën e majt dhe po aq

Në anën e djatht

Ja ndjeva erën e miskut

Nga gusha vallë e bojë qafërosaku

E pi nënsqetullave i vinte era ambër

U harlisëm si me pas pi venën

Nga vneshtat e Shirazit plot erandje

Ai më solli eliksir ku kishte

Lon inxhi t’kuqe t’gjakut t’ngurtsum

Dhe inxhi t’bardha pi palce t’kurrizit

Qi asht maja e detit t’madh

Ah Xhan se ma zgate jetën

Ajo melaqe qi m’tha se ata

Po u bokan tuj u nda e jo si na

Ata lindin si drita kur kalon nëpër

Vrima t’vrazhdta t’shpirtit

E mue nuk mu bahej von ma

Se vendosa me jetue

Me mendje t’kthimit

Në prehnin e nji jete tjetër

My silence

The world is getting full

with Plethora of particles

on a table I sit fully numb.

It seems in vain I have struggled

To please everyone

so to remain solely alone.

Those who were born before me and

those that are born and to be born

equally- expect my Silence.

Gentle Mortification

Piles of Men bones and then… digged from the holes hidden deep in earth.

Stones and ashes with sweat of slaves you think we don’t have them today.

My hair turned grey and the vision shortened. It suffocated by bizarre images

created throughout the world and beyond. Who said and who had ever promised

us to come down on earth and enjoy our vacation, for life demands more than

I may see, more than I may feel, more than I may utter the first word of

the first language- that of Silence.

There’s another Soul evaporating on the deck and in the shore the breeze blows

odors of their smelly sweat. They watch as they wait in the queue their turn

to death entrance. That Gate open-heartedly awaits so many …a way so many

guests for their retirement. There is a vast Space beyond blissful Knowing and

the bells rang beneath the roof of the utmost Heaven.

You see. Even Death is different, not only Fate, not only Joy, not only

uninterrupted Smile- The one that demolishes every hatred. Even Love is different

in the process of your Gentle mortification.

Then ask me where is Freedom, where is the Turquoise bone of Destiny and

the days as cheap minerals overwhelming Life taken as corn seeds by chicken

and a rooster with the chirping voice who calls them and don’t allow them

to have even a grain.

…and the flowers are frozen by the snow on the April’s end- this Spring has

betrayed us all- sour are the strawberries, you think you eat cherries.

…and what else do you think we shall do when the Sun burns your shadow

until it disappears.

Who said you have a right to call me Life- when in real I’m only

a Gentle Mortification.