Πέμπτη 9 Απριλίου 2026

Carpe "" Ζωή χωρίς Ανάσταση δεν έχει ! ...."

 

Οι μέρες των παθών
κρατάνε χρόνια .
Το σώμα κουβάλησε
όλες τις αμαρτίες του κόσμου,
σταυρώθηκε ,έγινε βορά του έκπτωτου βίου .
Η αφή στα κοιλώματα της καρδιάς
καθαγιάζει, υπερνικά το άδικο .
Στον μακρύ δρόμο της θυσίας
μια λωρίδα φως τύλιξε
τ' απομεινάρια της ματωμένης σάρκας .
Χωρίς σώμα,
εγκαταλείπω τη φθορά,
εκλιπαρώ για συγχώρεση, .
Ζωή χωρίς Ανασταση δεν έχει !!!


Carpe .







Harinder Cheema "A Poet by God's Choice"



 Brief bio


Harinder Cheema is an internationally renowned , award-winning poet, novelist, author, editor, anchor, and a motivational speaker. A Naji Naaman Laureate, she stands among distinguished global literary voices and has been featured in 50 Memorable Women, Asia by the Stockholm Project. Her work has also been featured in the prestigious Farsala Academy, Greece, and Café Philo, New Delhi. Her poems have been translated into many national and international languages. She is a motivational speaker and has been invited by many colleges and Universities of India as a guest speaker. She has also graced various national and international literature festivals and events as a distinguished guest.



A Poet by God's Choice 

I write what is right 
I invoke God to speak through my words
He holds my pen to spread the light
The light of Hope in the world of delusion
The light of clarity clearing all confusion 
I am just a medium he has chosen to speak through 
His grace has turned my vices into virtues 
I am a vessel he chose to pour his wisdom in
I just write what he dictates from within 
He merges His voice with my voice
I am a poet by God's Choice.







POEMS Fernando Mèxico

 

STOP war with love


Stop the War with Love

Halt the dry pulse of the cold, biting steel,

For the map cannot bear one more stain on its face;

There’s no glory in medals that soldiers may feel

If the price is the hunger and fear we embrace.

Stop the fire with hands opened wide,

Not with more walls, nor with bitterness new;

Let hatred no longer have places to hide,

Silence the thunder, let the flower come through!

What use is the land if it’s barren and lone?

What use is the triumph with no one to see?

The world is a child, to the shadows now prone,

Searching for laughter to set its soul free.

Let weapons surrender to what we can feel,

Let lead melt away into songs of deep peace;

Let life take to flight with a spirit of zeal,

And the mask of all hatred finally cease.

No more of the weeping, the grave, or the flight,

Let the earth heal its colors, wounded and gray;

Peace is the urgency, our greatest light:

Stop the war with love, starting today!

Fernando Josè Martìnez Alderete

MÈXICO


*****


Seeds of Wonder


Small feet tracing paths where the grass is still green,

Tiny hands catching wind in a knot and a play,

A language of laughter, a magic unseen,

That conquers the silence and brightens the day.

They know not of winters, nor hours cast aside,

Their time is a "now" of colors so bold,

Architects of bridges where dreams can reside,

Building new worlds out of sugar and gold.

To love a child is to return to the shore,

To shed all our fears and our skin made of gray,

To watch how the world, through an opening door,

Shines in a smile that chases shadows away.

So guard well their flight, and their wonder so deep,

Let no heavy hand dim their crystal-clear song,

For in every child, and the secrets they keep,

The pulse of a future beats steady and strong.

Fernando Josè Martìnez Alderete

MÈXICO


Dr. Fernando Martinez Alderete

Writer, poet, theater actor, radio producer. Born in Leon Guanajato Mexico on April 21, 1977, President of Mil mentes por México in Guanajuato. Dr. HC, global leadership and literature.

His poems was published in  more than 200 anthologies in fifteen contries arround the world and  he is author of ten books, of poetry, short stories and novels.







To My Dearest Child - Poem by Wan Yilong ( China)




To My Dearest Child

Poem By Wan Yilong
Translated by Lan Xin



My dearest child
Your arrival
After my fate has wandered and risen and fallen
Is heaven’s most precious gift to me in this life
After I have given all my tenderness
Is heaven and earth’s most perfect grace in return

May you have a carefree childhood
I will give you all I have in this life

May you have the warmest and kindest smile
May you have the sturdiest and most reliable arm
May you have the most careful and gentle protection
May you have the longest and warmest companionship
And above all, a clear and bright heart

May you grow freely with an open heart
Transparent, peaceful, upright, and calm
With an awakened soul
Embrace all things with love and compassion

May you know true affection in the world
And pursue the cause your heart truly desires
May you have a happy home and a fulfilled life
May you also have your own beloved children

The universe is vast, like a sea of wisdom
The world flows on, like a dream

Life on earth is a spiritual journey
Only awakening and compassion
Only great love and peace
Can lead us to eternal light

Life is colorful and impermanent
With love and hate, joy and sorrow, parting and meeting
Every setback is a refinement of life
Every experience is a sublimation of the soul

My dear child
May you grow through trials
May you grow strong through hardships

You may be an ordinary person
Living an ordinary and free life

You may also be a wise soul
Strive for the awakening of humanity
Stand for the peace of the world
Establish a heart for heaven and earth
Establish life for the people
Carry on the wisdom of the ancient sages
Open peace for all ages

My dearest child
Please always remember
I am your forever strongest support
As lofty as the mountain
As vast as the sea

No matter how far you go
No matter how high you fly
My love
Will always wait for you
Shining with the sun and moon
Existing with heaven and earth

© Wan Yilong 2026 All Rights Reserved


About Wan Yilong

High-Dimensional Wisdom Mentor / High-Dimensional Spiritual Poet / Inheritor of Dongba Culture / Master of Traditional Chinese Culture / Great Master of World Multiculturalism / Donor and Founder, Dean of Yulong Wenbi Dongba Culture Academy / Dean of Aming Gaotu High-Dimensional Wisdom Academy / Philanthropist










LEFTER SHOMO "SHKALLARËT E RINISË"


 LEFTER SHOMO

SHKALLARËT E RINISË
Vendin tim të shtrenjtë qafova
Rrugëve malluar ngela
Keqas kujtesat qortova
Të tradhtisë,rinisë bedela.
Me ethe rrugë shpirti ngjita
Pranë bangosh të mësimit
Pirgje mallimi përtypa
Lulëri të mallëngjimit.
Nëpër shtigje të rinjsh hyra
Dikur digjnin si kamini
Sot kujtim nxirë në tymra
Zvetënim,nuancë trishtimi.
E kujtoj mamanë te porta
O n' oborr më pret akoma
Të më ngopë puthjesh të ngrohta
Në faqe,duarve të njoma.
Punës babai i këputur
Më mbështjell krahëve me dhele
Pastaj nis xhepave futur
Të shpërndajë karamele.
Dashuri e miq kanë ikur
Anembanë mërguar botës
Bisqe të argjendtë vyshkur
Tani rrojnë n'erën e shqotës.
Shkova trojesh aq malluar
Që dikur i kam përfillur
Thuaj ishin t' akullzuar
Ato jashtë më kishin mbyllur.
Ëndrra kanë ngelur mitesh
Pa kuptuar larg nesh vanë
Çdo vegim parë prej vitesh Të rinisë shkallarë u thanë.
Rri me ngulm kujtesa ime Ëndërron si dje mot t'artë
Në gëzim,dhimbje dëfrime
N' ëndrra ndjell t' rinisë shkallarë.
Lefter ShomoK/48p.i.sh.










Τρίτη 7 Απριλίου 2026

ΤΑΚΗΣ ΧΡΟΝΟΠΟΥΛΟΣ «Απληστία»



 «Απληστία» - ΤΑΚΗΣ ΧΡΟΝΟΠΟΥΛΟΣ ©

Μείναμε τόσο λίγοι
διψώντες και αμίλητοι
σε ανάβαση μελωδική
τεκμήρια του ολύμπιου θρήνου
στο δίσκο του γενέσιου φάσματος

Κόκκινα αγριολούλουδα
χρωματίζουν τα αίθρια των σκέψεων
πετούν μικροί κοκκινολαίμηδες
αγγίζουν την κάπα του πολεμιστή
με τ΄αγαπημένα ξέφτια, τ΄ακριβά

Στην απληστία του κόκκινου τριαντάφυλλου
που έχασε τα πέταλά του, γυρεύοντας επαίνους
στον ψεύτη έρωτα του φτιασιδωμένου Μάρτη
κυματιστά τα λόγια αυτών που φεύγουν
χώμα βαρύ του γυρισμού,
καθώς ο Ερμής φυλάει δάκρυα
ρουφώντας το βήμα στις ανάσες του

Στης γης την άρνηση παραχωμένες μνήμες
κάτω από το βόγκο της λάβας, παλιά κληρονομιά,
ύφαλες όψεις και πτυχώσεις ορφανεμένης Άνοιξης
στον άμβωνα ροπών και σιωπών.


******

‘Red Greed’ — Takis Chronopoulos ©


We remained so few thirsting, silent,
climbing a melodic ascent,
witnesses to an Olympian lament
inscribed upon the disc of the primal spectrum.

Red wildflowers stain the atriums of thought;
small robins rise in flight,
brushing the warrior’s cloak,
its cherished, time‑worn threads.

In the greed of the red rose
that shed its petals seeking praise,
in March’s deceitful love with its painted mask,
the words of those departing ripple
the heavy soil of return,
while Hermes guards their tears,
drawing each footstep into his breath.

In the earth’s refusal,
memories lie buried beneath
the groan of ancient lava,
an old inheritance;
sunken faces and folded traces
of an orphaned Spring
upon the pulpit of forces and silences.








Mohammad Kutubuddin Al Helal "What are you, love?"

 

What are you, love?
By
Mohammad Kutubuddin.

What are you, love?
Are you a teenager, a young man !
Or the eyes of an old woman bent under the weight of age,
Or the lips of a rose that open the veil of dawn

Are you a man or a woman?
Or a union of the souls of both, a virgin!

Are you soft ?
Or a hard iron rod like steel !
Or a stone standing like a mountain !

Are you a woman's shame,
Or her daily attire,
Or a tender mood folded in a man's chest?

Are you a mother's gentle caress?
The kiss of mother's love lifted by a gentle call,
Or the shouts of a father and the roar of a merchant's voice?

Are you a sunny afternoon,
The arrogant face of a child?
Or the happiness of a story told in a sweet voice of a child?

Love, are you the running daughter of adolescence,
The chatter of friends,
Or the charioteer of the old man lying in the old age of loneliness?

Love, are you the queen of the rose, the lotus, or the vase of all flowers?

Love, are you the arrogant face of a wife,
Or the sorrow of a husband's anger,
Or the messenger of the meeting of the two?

Love, are you the rejection of holy love,
Or the story of the eternal union of the two?

Love, are you the wonderful romance of love,
The Himalayas of suffering?
Or the fear of a lover's betrayal?

Love, are you the bride of heaven,
Or the noon of hell?
Is love, are you the caress of life,
Or the painful blanket of loneliness at night?


04.04.2026