Poetry, Snowflakes & “Seasonal Perspective”

 

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I have just got my copies of the latest poetry anthology book, Seasonal Perspective from All Poetry.

I am so happy to be part of this project too, the fourth one in which All Poetry added me to the poetic trip.  Because this Winter has covered Europe with so much white, I have chosen a winter poem.

Snowflakes 

Snowflakes spark the time in magic
Nature coloring with tales,
Our Winter make fantastic
Whispers whitening details.
Fairies dance outside the rivers
Laughing at the coldness hat.
Architecting town in silvers 
Kingdom’s snow befalling great.
Eyes of wonder catch the marvel
Snowflakes dancing over rivers.

@Simona Prilogan

Get your copy from Amazon and enjoy reading many others beautiful pieces of work written by poets from all around the world.

“Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;” – Dylan Thomas

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Live your beautiful life!

While there is life, there is hope! 🙂 

Mathematically Singing

“Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.” –  Albert Einstein

“Mathematics allows for no hypocrisy and no vagueness.” –  Stendhal

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“Mathematics as an expression of the human mind reflects the active will, the contemplative reason, and the desire for aesthetic perfection. Its basic elements are logic and intuition, analysis and construction, generality and individuality.” – Richard Courant

“The essence of mathematics lies in its freedom.” –  Georg Cantor

“Mathematics is the most beautiful and most powerful creation of the human spirit.” – Stefan Banach

 

Poets against Racism

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On 29th of July I have been  invited to take part in a great event: “No To Racism, Support Refugees Fundraiser”.  Organized by Nottingham Stand Up To Racism, the event raised  awareness of anti racism, Islamophobia issues around refugees and raised  money in support of these campaigns. It was such a great time while I enjoyed playing music and poetry reading by some local artists. I salute this amazing initiative and I wish to continue the projects as is one of the art meaning to rise awareness against any kind of racism in our society.

Racism is a universal  phenomenon and  is influenced by  political, historical, social, and economic factors. It could appear in  different forms in a wide range of  contexts. Racist attitudes and beliefs are misconceptions about people based on concluded racial lines and are often built  on the fear of  the difference. It may include differences in  values, religion, physical appearance, ways of living and perceiving the world. Racism could be a result of a multiplex interplay of individual attitudes, social values and institutional practices. It could be  expressed in the actions of individuals and institutions and could be  developed  in the ideology of popular culture.  Racism devalues  people’s identities and dehumanizes   them. Racism destroys the communities’ connection and generates division in society.

Poetry as a great form of art could serve for the healing of  racism’s scars, by showing to the universality that racism is absurd,  by reminding the omnipresent truth that we all are the same race. Poetry could share the desire of being treated with respect as individuals.

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Equality

You declare you see me dimly 
through a glass which will not shine, 
though I stand before you boldly, 
trim in rank and marking time. 
You do own to hear me faintly 
as a whisper out of range, 
while my drums beat out the message 
and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free. 
Equality, and I will be free.

You announce my ways are wanton, 
that I fly from man to man, 
but if I’m just a shadow to you, 
could you ever understand ?

We have lived a painful history, 
we know the shameful past, 
but I keep on marching forward, 
and you keep on coming last.

Equality, and I will be free. 
Equality, and I will be free.

Take the blinders from your vision, 
take the padding from your ears, 
and confess you’ve heard me crying, 
and admit you’ve seen my tears.

Hear the tempo so compelling, 
hear the blood throb in my veins. 
Yes, my drums are beating nightly, 
and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free. 
Equality, and I will be free.

Maya Angelou

“Grey Dawn” – Tonight

“Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history” – Plato

I am happy to be part of  Grey Dawn”, a new poetry anthology from All Poetry.

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Tonight I’ll write  to you on sand
And wait for the wind to arrive
While counting the stars to the end
Of what I was used to strive.

Tonight I will sing with the moon
When both we will look for the light
And catching  the sadness too soon
Just running for nothing through night.

Tonight I will miss all my space
Once more as I did it before.
While tears wash the hope from my face
I’m dancing with  silence to shore.

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My kind of happiness

 

Nights kindle my thoughts, 

 angels send wishes to heart,

while stars are embracing them. 

Kindly the light

just sparks on my fantasy.

I’m speaking with me 

who struggles  behind of ideas,

who wanders through times

looking for the calmness. 

 

It’s peacefully here on the dreams

and  nights are becoming my shelter,

my kind of happiness. 

While angels hold  my hands

and teach me to step to the roof

where brightness

 is the queen   of  the day

and mornings are kissing the grail. 

 

They say all these times have been here,

with Winters and Springs to renew

my thoughts, my illusion, my blue

eternity through the hope.

My kind of happiness through me. 

 

( My kind of Paradise)

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Seeking my own – “Circular Whispers”

 

Happy  and proud to have my first English poetry published on  “Circular Whispers”. Today I just got my copies from All Poetry.   If I look back only few years ago  I could not imagine this moment.  But as the Life asked me  to move forward,  I got the hint and  did it.

Hope to be part of many book projects from now on. Hope one day to have published  my own book too.

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Empty-headed I was running
hungry to catch the morning rays,
empowering my sight and tuning
I’m on my innocence’s ways.

I took the hint of flowers smiles,
of shadow lights on evening hour.
I watched  the moon behind of eyes
of inner mind on darkness power.

I laughed while dancing  with the Sun,
I washed the tears in rain, alone.
Today more empty-handed than
Before, I’m still seeking  my own…

 

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My Dear Spring

My Dear Spring, on this night
I kindly ask you save for me a dance.
A dance of hope, of lights or might
Switch them on in thousands ways of chance
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My Dear Spring, please  listen to the wind.
It has blown-up the wishes from my heart.
I run my race through space but I was finding
Eventually I felt from stars apart.
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My Dear Spring, in this night
I kindly ask you save for me a dance.
And let the music fall in love so blind
With my hope eyes, with my soul glance.