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PENTASIANS ARE MIRACLE WORKERS

"...For others, it is a dream, when the Indian Prime Minister,

the Hon. Narendra D. Modi sends a handwritten message

to them. For Pentasi B World Friendship Poetry is a reality!

The Indian PM, leader of the largest Democracy on earth,

supports the " INDIA WORLD POETRY FESTIVAL

Pentasi B Fellowship, Hyderabad, Oct 2017"

and sent us a handwritten message! ..." By Roula Pollard

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WE ARE ONE BIG FAMILY

"...No Colors No Races

All Colors All Races

All Loves Embraces..."

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YES I AM

yes i am free

yes free for all

i am beyond the walls

beyond the pages

beyond the bitterness of man

i am the best of all

the best of all dreams of all hopes of all wishes

i am the greatest revelation of all-unending-self-discoveries

i am the core of every infinite evolution of existence for perfection

i simply live

f r e e l y

in every birth in every death

in every breath of the universe

i am LOVE

without a temple

without a name

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~penpen

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VASUDHAIVA KUTUMBAKAM

LONG LIVE ALL POETS, WRITERS, & ARTISTS AROUND THE FLOBE

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HAMLET
Joanna Svensson

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By a street of cobble stone in Helsingör
On a lovely Sunday morning
I met in a courtyard
A man I knew before

He reached out his hand
In which he held a notebook
-I have something for thou!
He smiled with his eyes half shut

-I just knew we would meet someday
I've chosen you for a journey over time
For a journey where time has no days

Therefor thou I visited in thyne dreams
And sometimes guided thou
For I saw thou had feeling
Thou could sense the balance
Between high and low
Between the beautiful and the sad
Where words are filled with emotions

Sometimes they are beautiful
Sometimes they are sad
Because time is unlimited
Using the power of words

-Here is my book!
He reached out his hand
-And what is your name?
I bashfully asked

-William, dear madame!
He replied with a bow
He lifted his hat
And then turned around
Disappeared in the courtyard
Where he once did come from

On a sunny Sunday morning in Helsingör
By a street of cobblestone
Almost anything can happen
If you just let it

Just allow
Your fantasy
To break free
For just a moment...

©® Joanna Svensson
© Private picture Joanna Svensson

The Night

Author/Tian Yu

The moonlight touched tens of millions of nights.
It turns into a dream like a long meteor,
Without a big smile.

There was a faint trembling of insects.
It's very quiet all around.
Everything is more relaxing in what a life.

If the water is telling quietly,
Is somebody in my dreams right now?
Maybe she is my favorite sunshine.

The stars are reflected in white.
A sea slowly enters the neon.
Tonight is a very good time.

By Hana Shishiny
(C) all rights reserved
August 2019
You're never far away..

                                             

                          

I promised.. to have your face
Engraved in every single sight
I promised to draw your smile
in every ray of light
I promised to feel your touch
In every breeze of the night
And here I am
Leaden with all I Promised
All I could never hide...

You sailed , on waves of time's  ocean
Between the colorless of space
And a sky with no limitation
Seagulls  are still crooning
Dreams have no objections.
.
You're never far away

You're still my drizzling rain of grace
My flickering burst of passion..

By Hana Shishiny
(C) all rights reserved
August 2019

Ддрузья. Известный марокканский поэт Aziz Mountassir Aziz Mountassir недавно перевел мое стихотворение «Бог и я» с английского на арабский.  Сегодня я его предлагаю вам. Пользуясь случаем, выражаю огромную благодарность уважаемому мной поэту из Касабланки за красивый перевод.

Dear friends. The famous Moroccan poet Aziz Mountassir Aziz Mountassir recently translated my poem “God and I” from English to Arabic. Today I offer it to you. I take this opportunity to express my gratitude to the poet I respect from Casablanca, for a beautiful translation.

                                  

أنا والله

يقولون
الله هو رفيق الوحيدين
في شعبنا من زمن سحيق
 عشت حياتي وحدي
كل سنواتي
بطريقة الله معي
كان معي
 عندما لعنني الناس بلا قلب
 من أجل الحقيقة والصدق
وكبلوني  كالأخطبوط
 كان معي عند الدوس في الوحل
عندما شاهد الأقارب بكائي
 عندما عانيت من الألم
شاهدت  بصمت قريبة  الجلاد
 عندما  رفع عمي حجر ...
عندما حدد الجيران عيونهم
تمنوا الموت لي
لم يتركوا شيء
 سمحوا للكلاب تغضب مني
 أنقذني الله من أعدائي
له شكري
في وقتي الصعب
لم يغادرني
 دائما بقربي
لا حيلة لي هنا أبداً
الله لن يغادرني
هذا اعتقادي

God and I

"God is the companion of the lonely," they say
From time immemorial.
I lived a lonely life
But God has been with me all these years!

He was with me when my family
They filed an unclean trial against me.
When the people cursed heartlessly
For truth, honesty, capturing like an octopus.

He was with me when they trampled in the mud
When relatives watched my cry.
When I was in pain every time
Watched this my close, like an executioner.

When my aunt insulted
When uncle raised a stone at me ...
When the neighbors are looking contemptuously,
Wished me dead - He did not leave.

When a cousin let
His bastard dog on me.
Allah saved me from enemies
For which I thank his soul!

When it was hard for me in hard times
He did not leave - he was always there.
I think that God will not leave, -
Helpless me never!

A slipping dream
Hana Shishiny

A sandy castle I built grain by grain
Another dream,Ipainted in golden Rays
In your hand,i prayed,it could sustain
As you promised, to keep ,against unfair days..

Packed with love,I thought,and heavenly lights
Against seasons of life
And hoped it is safe
To lift my life,out of darkened nights
And fill my heart..until the coming grave...

But,grains of sand,run back to shore
Solely ,I returned,to my  drawn destiny
Who said dreams  reside in heart and core
And live long,as  a subtle  reality..

No matter,when a dream slips  of my life
Another castle will replace,with flying Hopes
That is a gifted kiss.moments out of strife
As new golden Rays keep flickering,like blessed raindrops ..

By Hana Shishiny
April2019

ALL WILL BE WELL

Aabha rosy vatsa

                                    

 

 Of the four yugas in the world

I was born in Kaliyug, hands curled

Grew up in a revered home

Away from the city's dubious domes.

 

As I grew, I realized what a mess

Wrongdoings right and left I guess

Appalled at the lack of conscience

Pray, where has goodness gone, no sense.

 

Brother killing brother for money

Property, a bone of contention, O honey

Our conscience has frozen to sub zero

There is a mighty absence of real heroes.

 

Relationships are broken and mended daily

No more warmth of relations, hardly gaiety

Everyone is running a mad race

Hiding gory tales behind masked face.

 

But at last a joy reaches my ears

A multi-millionaire decides to donate an amount dear

An awesome way to celebrate his daughter's birthday

Making a cashless hospital, a magnanimity if I may say.

 

And the Sadhguru bemoans the fall of humanity

Shocked at the sale of children even before puberty

Pray what has humanity come to

He tries to raise a collective conscience too.

 

It is people like the millionaire and Sadhguru

Who reaffirm my faith in humanity anew

All will be well now I am sure

We just might save humanity by this cure.