Friday, 26 February 2021

LAUGHTER WATERFALL

 

By AatmicaOjha

At the right moment,
With the right spell,
The dam will break,
And from deep within a sound will wake,
Bubbling up,
Full of joy,
A special sound,
A special feeling.
Brims over,
It overflows,
Spills out the inner joy,
Through laughter,
Smiles,
Fizzing happiness,
And sparkling personality,
Down, and out,
In a laughter waterfall,
Spreading, traveling,
Sweeping other people up,

Saturday, 20 February 2021

ЖИВ Е ЛЕВСКИ

 

Черните рокли на жените
Треперят от виещия вятър.
Треперят като раменете на хората,
Които са слушали как Апостола
Им разказва за свободния полет на птиците.
Грачат гарвани,
И перата им покриват земята като черно одеяло.
Левски, Апостола,
Е мъртъв,
И цяла България плаче.
 
Хора, спрете се.
Левски е мъртъв?
Как така мъртъв?
Та нали мечтата му все още свети
по-ярко от най-блестящата звезда на небето?
Мечтата му да ни види свободни.
А това ни прави отговорни пред него
и пред нашите деца.

Saturday, 6 February 2021

HEROES

 

All throughout history,
Through wars,
By DLynneS

And pandemics,
And disasters,
There have always been generals,
Kings, presidents, prime ministers,
Looking after the bigger picture
Winning the battle,
Fighting diseases,
Often forgetting who they’re fighting for.
Fighting for victory, glory,
Not for the helpless citizens.
And as planes shoot across the sky,
And sickness lingers in the air,
The people of the earth
Hold hands in despair.

Thursday, 26 November 2020

THAT THING

 What is that thing that follows you?

From morning to night,

From dusk to light?

That Thing,

Like a foreboding shadow,

A shadow that brings terror and fright,

Threatening to engulf the sunlight,

That Thing,

Like the cloak of darkness,

That comes with the frosty night,

Hiding everything nice from sight.

That Thing,

Like the screen of gold,

That hides the darkness and pity

Of the dying leaves in autumn,

That Thing.

Saturday, 14 November 2020

GOLDEN RAIN

 

by Suzanne Zahr

With a rustle,

With a creak,

The wind sweeps through

The shaking shrub.

Swirls playfully,

And worries the tree,

Like a child bouncing on granny’s knee.

A few golden leaves flutter,

And fall to the floor,

Like old grey hairs,

From an old man’s scalp.

The wind tugs off a few more,

And picks them up tenderly,

So that they, the dead,

Can come and dance

Among the folds of Autumn’s lively dresses.

Saturday, 31 October 2020

'LoveMaths Stories' book is on Amazon

 My new book 'LoveMaths Stories'  is already on Amazon. 

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Новата ми книга 'LoveMaths Stories' може вече да се намери в Амазон.

  Here is the link:

 https://www.amazon.co.uk/LoveMaths-Stories-Dr-Elena-Lyubenova-ebook/dp/B08LZL1BGQ/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1603817621&sr=8-1

Sunday, 20 September 2020

GOOD PEOPLE

 What makes a good person?                                     

Somebody who goes and tells the police?
That tattle-tale who is ‘never involved’?
Someone who takes up the matter themselves?
Dives in, head first, without a proper plan?
Somebody who kills, and destroys,
Just to save the world from all the bad things in sight?
Not including them, of course.
And after all the deaths and mourners,
After cruelty battles cruelty,
After you wade through the field
Of limp, lifeless bodies,
And lost hope?
Is that first, tiny idea, to do something right,
Still there?
Or are you now that monster,
Who you tried so hard to overcome?
Who will come and sort you out?
Another person in two minds,
About what is right and what is wrong?
And so it begins again,
The battle against evil,
To do something good.
Will it ever end?

Saturday, 15 August 2020

STARRY BLANKET


When the  orange sun lies low,
When the city sleeps below,
When no twinkling lights are found,
When not one creature makes a sound,
When finally comes the end of the day,
When the evening glides away,
When the sun leaves not a mark,
When the night pulls in the dark,
When from the corner of the sky,
In drifts a pearly eye,
When the silver moon appears,
When over her starry blanket she peers,
When her bright light shines down,
Spreading over every village and town,

Monday, 13 July 2020

TRAPPED

Once there lived four mortals,

Who tried to find a way,

To escape death and seek life eternal,

Past the ending day.

You should get to know them,

They've been here a while,

North, South, East and West,

Were four very normal people.

South and East were fair of face,

With posies of roses,

And dresses of lace.

Handsome West sought to please all,

Spent his money for strangers,

Spent his nights on the dance floor.

North was cruel and cold and mean,

He looked down his nasty nose on all.

Thursday, 11 June 2020

PATTERNS


The idea of patterns has accompanied human life since the early years of human civilisation. It is an abstract and very powerful idea which holds human life in order and gives it good structure. Everything we do in life is subject to rules, models and repetitions. Since we were born, this has been the only way to discover the world around us, by following certain patterns.

In every area of our work or personal life, we obey some models, examples and rules. This is the only way to learn new things by investigating and identifying the forces that cause the patterns. We learn by repeating knowledge in a certain way, following certain patterns.

A pattern is a way in which something is done or organised, or in which something happens. We can talk about weather patterns, behaviour patterns, shape patterns, colour patterns and many other types of patterns depending on the nature of the activities we are involved in.

The idea of patterns is an abstract philosophical one with great applications in every aspect of human life. Whatever we do, we instinctively organise ourselves in a way that repeats itself again and again throughout space in an identical but not random way. Especially if the patterns are a good model and show progress and development, we tend to keep them for the next time as well.

A lack of everyday patterns that we could follow is a signal to our brain of chaos and can cause mental health problems. We will feel lost and frustrated, as if something is not right. We naturally like patterns and recognise them; it is part of our human intelligence. We cannot imagine our lives separated from patterns because the ability to organise ourselves in a specific way and to maintain this way is what makes us human as well. Pattern recognition is what allows us to do everything from recognising individuals and people's emotional states to solving jigsaw puzzles and sensing when a storm is about to come.

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