MY QUIET EYES

 

V. Aurelian,'Green eyes and quiet morning'

My Quiet Eyes watch everything.

They trace the steps of every creature,

Every proud and shameful moment.

My Quiet Eyes are your salvation and destruction.

My Quiet Eyes witness

The birth of planets, constellations, ideas,

The death of stars,

The fall of kings,

My Quiet Eyes see everything,

The birth of babies,

The maiden voyages of ships.

The last day of school before the holidays.

But My Quiet Eyes are overwhelming,

They keep me trapped, alone, silent.

My Quiet Curse keeps me deaf, paralised, mute.

The babies open their mouths, but no sound leaves their mouths.

The ships set sail without me.

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,

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.

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.

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.

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.

'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

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?

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,

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.