- RADJARD KIPLING
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
hereby freely state
with shackles and through the wire
before my witnesses
Force, Suffering and Injustice
that I am guilty and that I confess!
am guilty of being someone
instead of no one or niemand
I am guilty of going
to the Orthodox church
in times of general Serb-hunt
and guilty of crossing myself
not too often though
thus, with three fingers!
I am guilty of existing
instead of being unreal.
I have a long standing guilt
of standing upright
and looking up to the sky
instead of down at the grass
I am guilty of daring
and challenging injustice
I am guilty of celebrating again
my family patron saint!
I am to blame for reading and writing
am guilty of singing,
laughing and cursing
(and sometimes barking)
am guilty, and I confess
that I do not know what I do,
and that I know why I don't know
am guilty and to name
my greatest guilt
(before I die laughing)
I'm guilty - pig-headed as I
of being Orthodox
devoted to St. Sava
and of not believing in
the Holy crime and the absolution!
sin and my guilt is that I exist
and with all that I stand spitefully
refusing to confess I am not real!
to save my life
I will loose the sacred cross
and the patron saint.
Should I refuse
fire future awaits
the entire world will raid my land
Swarms of former me
Thieves and paupers
Packs of robots and other monsters yet
will pounce on my orchards and fields
and my little white houses along the road
adorned by green goddesses
cherry, apple and plum trees (...)
With monstrous features
That you multiply morning and evening
It's the image
of your conscience and subconscience
That's not me on the outside
That's you - on the inside!
We are very important,
I and my sisters
Truth and Justice
for such mighty forces have rallied
against usand Wrong
and Injustice are sneering at us.
are Jihad warriors
to quarter my sons and daughter
I suppose that foreign hordes have hear
that we have hearts of gold
and they are ripping them ou
to replace their own
hoping to become human. (...)
fear not death - the black conclusion
but slavery and endless sickness
Death is a common thing among us Serbs
Just like Spring
and it is not so fearsome
especially in daylight
no more than the drought
if one meets with it on his farm
his soul cleansed with incense
his honor untarnished.
well-fed and deranged,
you've banned all in my own home,
but no one can stop m
from singing and laughing as I am dying!
For you no longer laugh or si
neither on weddings
nor when a child is born!
me the rope and the spear
and crucify me on a mountain top
as your forefathers did my forefather
Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
will look on
and you close your eyes
for they might shatter
in the brightness of my face
crucify me this day
and I shall be resurrected sooner!
THE BELOVED COUNTRY - DOBRICA ERIĆ
the Beloved Country*, and light with your tears' powers
the thought smoldering in the desire that can never rest.
Of all the tears that are shed now on this Planet of ours,
it's the tears of My Country's children that are the saddest.
Who shall, and what with, for all those Children's Tears pay,
for fear, no sleep and happiness which into the unknown soar?
Who shall give back the children everything taken from them away,
by this evel, containd within one single and short word - war?
Beloved Country, lonely and stigmatizedunfairly.
Your tears have long entered the Collections of Poems true.
You have lifted all your Children's bones from the pits barely,
When your Children are being thrown into bottomless pits anew.
who are destroying Churches, huts and palaces all,
you fanatic warriors, man-haters, sun-eaters wild,
who are you making now this New Life and New Word for,
when children from you in the forest, among the beasts hide?
Beloved Country, the tears of the
of children who in wolves' and fox' lairs underground school.
Whith their fathers and mothers pointing guns at one another,
while their uncles the knives at them and at one anather pull.
the looks and the guns pointed now at all
and at the White Birds above all the trenches turn to stone.
What kind of life can there be when a Child from this Life parts?
From whom shall the dawn break above Children's Graves, all alone?
is not a Flag in this rotten world, and there should not be,
no matter what it's made of, pure silk or the velvet soft,
deserving the wind fluttering it for the world to see,
if with drops of Children's blood it's sprinkled so very oft.
Beloved Country, in the jaws of the dragon mean,
(and let there be more of You, at least in the Tears you shed),
until All Three Gods take pity on You, till they have seen,
and cease the death thrown among men and dogs, among the dead.
a look at youy Children, at those old faces of theirs,
youngsters with crutches, learning to walk now, like their fathers,
helpless and withered Infants all sitting in their wheelchairs,
graves with no names, with no tombstones,
and the grief Crazed Mothers,
and homeless Old Men, in plum, orchads, alone or in pairs,
burnt out sticks, staring into the sky, like many others.
Beloved Country, and light with your tear's powers
your heart beating within the desire that can never rest.
Of all the tears that are shed now on this Planet of ours,
it's the tears of My Country's children that are the saltiest.
borrowed the title from an old book,
the words from the People
and the Tears from the Children:
the Anguish is all mine.
by Mladen Jovanović)
WATER-LILIES AND PEARLS - DRAGANA RAJKOV
to be a water-lily
and live a lifetime
upon some scenic pond.
wilted petals, shriveled leaves
spring blossoms new -
forever, and beyond.
For what is time
but fleeting moments
in a never-ending string of pearls?
it flows around a mountain -
skips and runs,
dances, gleams and swiftly whirls.
live each pearl, each gleam
the colour, texture
of the hour waiting patiently.
better so - for if we knew,
would we, could we
hope, and dream
and love so all-consumingly?
would we droop, and fade,
and lose the joy
that leads us,
guides us through each pain?
to be a water-lily
and never ache,
but bloom, and wilt, and bloom again.
SOMEONE! - AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Ask" How can you be friends
with someone you have never met?"
I tell them" You have never
been online I bet!".
It's something people offline
will never understand.
You open up your heart to
friendship with your typing Hands.
It's a world full friendship at your
finger tips, there is so much.
Online, it only takes a heart
to reach people with your touch.
First you start out online,
surfing all around.
Next thing you know a great
friend will be found.
You will chat a lot and
surf cyber space.
Soon it will be your second home,
a comforting special place.
A Friend to share your
dreams and your tears
and to help each other
wipe away life's fears.
You will share life together
and help each other along
You will make it thru bad weather
because friendship is so strong.
No matter how far apart you go,
your keyboards will keep you together.
and in your heart you will know you
don't need a face to be a true friend forever.
So, How do you explain this to
people who have never been online.
I guess it takes a gesture of
friendship & a little bit of time.
So let's start by sending this around
and passing our special touch.
A smile, a website, a gesture starts it all..
becoming friends doesn't take much!
RAINBOW - AUTHOR UNKNOWN
falling rain dissolves into mist
And the thunder begins to die;
As the sporadic lightning fades,
An arch of colors pours from the sky.
appear after mighty storms
When things look their worst;
Just when the skies are darkest gray,
Out of heaven does the rainbow burst
first sent the rainbow to Noah
As a sign that His word is true;
The rainbow's eternal message
Still speaks to me and you.
rainbow is a sign of God's promise
That He will guide us through any storm;
That He will ease all our troubles
No matter what their form.
you feel battered by life's storms
And you are filled with doubt and dismay,
Just remember God's rainbow is coming
For it's blessing ... you only have to pray.
DREAMER - STEPHEN FOSTER
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
DAY I WROTE HER NAME UPON THE STRAND - EDMUND SPENSER
day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize!
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name;
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew
LOVE - JOHN CLARE
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
SECRET - WILLIAM BLAKE
seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
He took her with a sigh.
GARDEN OF LOVE - WILLIAM BLAKE
laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
STOP FOR THE MOMENT
You have a patient accompany of the Helladic Gods
Any your movement as the nectar they try
Till you go mighty through this podium of performers
You break art to them, and complete poetry
All the finest poems hide as you are their ben
The nature drows you like an ambrosia
On the Milky Way your contour has seen
You have been watched modesty by the Goddess Hera
Do you know what it means that she is ashamed
Stop for the moment - you are running from my pen.
You pull as a magnet all of the space in the crumbing
Shining of your cleanliness; golden hair
Stop the clap of the lost lightning
Let your hand to send it contrary of fair
You were barefoot by the hot land walking
You are gonna the North following the Morning Star
Nothing that can do to you all the Gods have ever been
Nor the river that roars, whatever it's deep
You had a power of sky, and of fire, and of ice
Stop for the moment - you are running from my eye.
Cracked depths of the firmament
You are gonna touch them with an hand to satisfy the want
You were there when the strong pulsating water has risen
So the greed its own jaws has opened
To lick of you the sweet mead
Beauty is a saber, she makes fissures
The whole sky light has run and fallen
I have looked promiscuous on those hard breasts
Challenging to the great Helladic Gods
Stop for the moment - you are running from my fingers.
Anthem for Darling
On the ledge of falling
Just as a glitter roaming,
In night’s a scream is echoing
A message in a bottle, floating,
With a light touch, She’s thinking
With two ponds in Her eyes.
You light my deaden body
And then comes a shiver
You stand before me!
Then the flood comes crashing,
And the scent of a woman
Her voice is fading
As Her skin is talking
I shan’t be stopping
I can’t stop wanting
To be swimming…
Inside safe, in hands, in
Through woman, I keep travelling
More like on sea, drifting,
Finding myself, stopping
On lips, bosom
On the belly,
Where one shouldn’t be,
Yet, feels the need…
Ah, my Darling!
The time buzzes in my ears
Like a heavy cavalry,
Nothing minds Him
Cruel trooper comes riding
Or like a poet reading,
Or like the one, that is begging,
Here’s the one,
That sings anthems
And another one,
For my Darling!