Παρασκευή, 14 Σεπτεμβρίου 2012

Thousand times


UNITED POETS LAUREATE INTERNATIONAL  ( UPLI )

                     1st INTERNATIONAL POETRY PRIZE

                                     ΄΄ in Greek poetry ΄΄


Why do you think, that you will die only once …..

When you did not ask, all apologies you were supposed you will ask.
When you did not say, all the times you were supposed you say I love you,
for all those, that you did not anticipate or did not want to live,
for those dreams, you were afraid to realise.

For the yards that you did not play as young child,
for the mountains that you did not go up,
for the seas you did not swim,
for the streets you did not walk,
for the songs, you never did not sing.

Because, 
With the pain you did not cry,
with the joy you were not happy,
with the teardrop you were not refreshed,
With the wish you did not remember.

Why do you think then, that you will die only once …..

Too late


Vert late,
To cru again for what we have lost.
For what we let other take away from us
Due to fear not to lose more.
Perhaps out lives,
Perhaps the tomorrow.
But what tomorrow, when we today
Have learned to forget the yesterday
And yesterday
We were afraid of today.
Too late
To cry again for what we have lost

Let us cry,
For all those we have not done yet
And that we will never do.
Let us cry.

Heroes for the heroers


Come,
Let us not sleep tonight,
Let us not eat sweat bread
Let our lips dry
It doesn’t matter.
Let us go up to the peak
Let us get tired
Let us pray
For those that left
For those who had dreams
they didn’t live, come
let us overnight there
in the snow in the cold
under the stars
with the thought to them.
To them who gave us freedom
In order we can now watch the stars
And if is is,
If it is we dye in the cold
Let it be so.
Let us give them what
They gave to us …..
Their lives.
Let us do
A sacrifice

Let us become heroes
For the heroes.

Small piece


Let me become,
A small feather of a sparrow
A small leave of a daisy
Only a note of some music
A piece of kiss of the moon.

Let me become,
A drop of the silent rain
A white flake of winder
Only a piece of a star
Only a word of yours when you talk.

Let me become
A little of the colour of the sea If you want
A small flower of the kisses you sow
Become your small memory from yesterday
Become flavour of your two lips.

Let me become
Any small piece you want
In order for me to be part of you.

Retrospections


I turned into the time many times
and I saw who I was
Beggar,
King
Warrior
Big and small
With joy and pain.

Oh, my soul,
You passed so much
In order to go a little higher
You met places and people
You know the genuine history
You spoke to philosophers
You ate with warriors, with beggar.
You are history.

Oh, my soul and today ……
Here again in order to make me wonder
And try to remember,
Without fear
Without limits, in order to meet what ?
Me ?
You ?
Us ?


The big men


The big man,
do not have need for statues, because they are
higher than the houses.
They do not need the high trees, because they are
higher than their tops
They do not need the high mountains, because the are
higher than the clouds
πιο πάνω κι απ’ τα σύννεφα.
The do not need big words, because they are,
Higher than the speech
They do not need the shine, because they already
Like the stars they shine more.
They do not need the feathers of eagles, because
The fly high.
The do not need the recognition from universe, because
The universe has known them from the beginning,
The do not need to be remember by people, because
God remembers them.
They do not need death, because
They are immortals.

The big man
The only thing they need
Is that
They would like to look
A little smaller.

Change planet


The moon tonight again,
makes his circle, and I am angry
I will climb up in the roof of tiles
I will go closer to the moon and I will whisper
hey, moon
how many tears have you seen today through your passes
and if you did what have you done for that.

And do not tell me that God putted you there only
To walk or to brighten us
And sometimes when we look at you
Make a song, but
With childrens’ pain
How are you little moon ?

Change planet,
because the children do not believe in you anymore and still cry
or come back, in order time to turn back so we can go there
where the teardrop hasn’t yet been discovered, or
you can change planet.