Our primary mission is to bridge truth and relevant information gaps between the haves and the have-nots as we liberate people from ignorance of what is happening around them and beyond borders. We culled this mission from our belief that peace, harmony and prosperous cohabitation of humans can only exist when there is fair and transparent gathering and dissemination of relevant fact-checked information for all humans regardless of their socio-economic and cultural status and orientation.
Troy Camplin writes verses to remind readers of the importance of deep levels of gratitude in daily living. This collection is divided in personal as well as political sphere of living. Learn why we should be grateful and what things we should express gratitude for in our everyday lives.
Creating the Real
"You're just not living in reality."
In what reality? In whose? The real
That others make, or one that makes me free,
Creator of the world. The things you feel
Create reality for you, and mine
For me, to make the real emerge between
Us, be it terrible or be it fine.
To see the world in gratitude and hope—
To see it in resentment and in fear—
The one you choose is how you choose to cope,
It's how you see and taste and feel and hear.
Within the real, there's taking and there's giving—
You choose the human life that you are living.
Troy Camplin writes verses to remind readers of the problem of resentment in daily living. This collection is divided in personal as well as political sphere of living. Learn why we should avoid resentment and how.
Creating the Real
"You're just not living in reality."
In what reality? In whose? The real
That others make, or one that makes me free,
Creator of the world. The things you feel
Create reality for you, and mine
For me, to make the real emerge between
Us, be it terrible or be it fine.
To see the world in gratitude and hope—
To see it in resentment and in fear—
The one you choose is how you choose to cope,
It's how you see and taste and feel and hear.
Within the real, there's taking and there's giving—
You choose the human life that you are living.
The New Condemned: Contemporary Albanian Poetry in English is a selection of poets writing beyond the 1990's. This selection includes works by established and minor poets whose voices represent contemporary strains in Albanian poetry. As parts of Europe move toward far-right wing nativism and isolationism, this anthology seeks to inform the poetry community of the spirit of an established people with a long standing tradition in letters. In The New Condemned: Contemporary Albanian Poetry in English you will find quality translations of poetry that are uncompromisingly beautiful and heroic.
By nature, poets are exiles as they seek the truth in private quarters. As such, Albanian poets face a curious predicament having been condemned by history to isolation from much of the English speaking world. Ismail Kadare is one of the few whose work reaches a larger English audience. In this volume, we seek to bolster the voices of others in the English speaking world.
This 236-page volume includes works from:
ELIVERTA KANINA
ANILA VARFI
LUAN RAMA
GRANIT ZELA
ERMIRA MITRE KOKOMANI
ARDITA JATRU
TRËNDAFILE VISHA
LEDIA DUSHI
LINDITA AHMETI
ALISA VELAJ
GAZMEND KRASNIQI
MERITA KUÇI
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A daylight was married without any witness. No-one saw the groom on her side. With an exception of a lock, at the Great Entrance of City Hall. And the church did not open its doors.
On a Mosque, worshipers were praying on their own. And the bride, very old was investing loyalty with the unknown somewhere else. Tomorrow, according to tradition, bed sheets will be extended on the fence. And people, are waiting as usual (when the have nothing else to do) Wouldn't you think that the Daylight would have been a virgin?
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We smiled when lighting was in the sky. We remained silent when they descended above others. As if we would not be there. Now that they are exploding at the corner of the garden, we are shaking. And we ask, without waiting for an answer, why the time brings a thunderstorm. Prayers were dissolved. We simply wait. An unusual departure. As a crowd, crossed over a pyramid of wood logs that we built for ourselves. Wasn't the neighbour’s dog barking some time ago? And we were stating, our wishes to family members of the one who is gone. We followed funerals. Expressed improvised words at the moment for all deceased. Without feeling and experiencing death. We waited for its large impact.
There it comes. Dogs are barking in a crowd with their heads up and feel scratching the soil. We don't even have time to prepare for farewell. For the kids that don't know anything, why is the dog screaming. And we will not be able to keep in our chest when we leave. We will not be able to beg a pardon.
And I am not obscurity. Not a dog. I am one like you, sitting at a home entrance while looking at the world falling backwards. Some time ago I was thinking of the red oak tree. I said I would be taking a break there. But now, even this tall tree was burning. And I cannot find out, that above its ashes a flower will grow again. if a baby will be born again. If a man would become a man. And a woman, would be a woman. Amid bodies, souls, love is crystal clean white.
A longing of dogs is terrible. Silence too is just terrible...
- Trendafile Vishnu
WITH LOVE
Morning,
The wynd awaits me,
to touch my city,
grant my steps,
my breath,
comb its hair with desire.
Corner to corner,
wrap the castle's robes,
with the fervour of my palms,
and bestow a third eye,
between the sea and antiques,
lullaby you with my voice.
Let the joy be the sword,
for at present,
we fight differently,
With love!
- Merita Kuci
IN THE DEAD OF A POET OF SOCIALIST REALISM (OFFICIAL)
They laughed and spoke loudly at the New Bar
In the City Center, when I saw the news of your death.
Had come the first forgetting?! But your face laughed
In the official picture. Challenging; taken at glorious
time. You did it, if you wanted that I to say:
I have drunk all the pollution of my time,
As a spin of metaphors that hurt the showers
Of loneliness every evening.
You did it if I wanted that I me to say:
Flames of the lava in the darkness of the intestines
Are words but we can find a counter-fire dyke.
You did it if you want to enjoy my failure:
When – knife-… and acting without caps
Of Carnivals - they raised the stinging spectacle
Of the devoted coffee, in the little urn of silence
I read the dregs of medals where no fortune-teller
Would find anything for me.
- Gazmend Krasniqi
COLLAPSE
Love's Cradle is a poetry collection by Nepalese poet Sushant Thapa. Grab a copy to accustom yourself to contemporary poetry from outstanding international writers. This full poetry collection delves into the universal topics of love, forgiveness, purpose, and masculinity.
“sushant thapa’s new collection of poetry – Love’s Cradle – touches the human emotions like a powerful patti smith song. the poems possess soft seductive whispers rising to wild hungry desires. Love’s Cradle speaks of a poet living for art, also being in love.”
-t. kilgore splake, author of escape to the wild
“This collection is an embroidery of love and time beautifully juxtaposed in the poems composed by poet Sushant Thapa. The earthy demeanor with which he expresses his thoughts has left me wanting. Various different shades of love can be found in the book, all of which scripted in a down to earth fashion and while I was reading, I felt as if sitting under the cool shades of a large banyan tree. The visualization of love as a breezy chariot that carries us smoothly till the end of life’s journey comes out very clearly in these poems compiled under the title Love’s Cradle. Usage of philosophical expressions in the midst of so much simplicity tends to take one by surprise and that I think is unique in Thapa’s style of poetry writing.”
-Moitreyee Raju, author of Call of the Hibiscus
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Sustain
Running exhausts a runner
But the next game always awaits
With greater intensity.
Writing finishes the words of expression
But something again wakes up
From the sleeping bed of life.
Open up like a wordless house;
To write means to peep inside
The under construction house.
Peep from every open door and
Peep from every possible window.
Yes, the house is wordless because only
The echoes can be properly heard.
To write is to be quiet
Yet, the ears speak in unison;
They speak to the paper
And forget not to hear.
Miles and miles of spaces
Always keep in mind
The spaces between the flower and the
Bee filled with nectar.
Anything might sustain -
The emblem of kisses or
The dumping of bouquets.
In his Salt and Sorrow, Pickering laments the departure of the Muse. In her absence, he composed poems of self-doubt and Christian salvation. In this new collection, the Muse returns as the embodiment of Love. Love inspires all Being with goodness and beauty. Love flows through the veins of life and in this collection She is ever-present as a subtle reflection of oneself. Many of these poems were written during the Great Texas Freeze of 2021 as the power outage led to the poet’s boredom. Other poems were written at different times of inspiration. These poems are heavily imbued with the beauty of life, amor fati, and truth as the ultimate concern of the poet. The return of the poet’s Muse is celebrated throughout.
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The Literary Parrot -- Series 3 is a collection of works of poets, novelists, visual artists, photographers and dramatists/script writers published by World Inkers Printing and Publishing company (www.worldinkers.com).
The book is scheduled to be officially released on August 1st, 2022.
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The Arabic Teacher (Giorgi Lobzhanidze)
Analysis by Inga Zhghenti
The poem “The Arabic Teacher” is written by a contemporary prolific Georgian poet, translator and orientalist Giorgi Lobzhanidze, born on February 20, 1974, in Khashuri, Georgia. The poem was first published in a collection of poems under the same title in 2013. The poem perceives a human as a supreme part of this infinite universe, thus offering a romantically formulated solution to discern erotic love, passion and urges not as sins and physical temptations – but as a genuinely human condition interwoven with the wholeness and beauty of the universe. This very interrelation of erotic love and the universe eternalizes human feelings, sometimes momentary and doomed to fade over time.
The Literary Parrot Series 3 is one of the best collection of works of creative writers on earth.
Our primary mission is to bridge truth and relevant information gaps between the haves and the have-nots as we liberate people from ignorance of what is happening around them and beyond borders. We culled this mission from our belief that peace, harmony and prosperous cohabitation of humans can only exist when there is fair and transparent gathering and dissemination of relevant fact-checked information for all humans regardless of their socio-economic and cultural status and orientation.
The world was once a jungle (that is, a land without borders), and it will finally one day again become a jungle.... Findings have shown that people who live in the jungle preciously preserve their cultural norms and values, and consequently live a better harmonious life – compare to people of the urban, where manipulation is the order of the day.... The author of this book was brought up in a society where culture is valued like a diamond: Yoruba land. It is a land where the proverb is seen as an everyday truism; perhaps, purposely to warn, to instruct and to admonish. However, the coming of Western culture and civilisation has greatly affected the originality of the people and the language (i.e. Yoruba). As Chinua Achebe would say: “Things are now (culturally) falling apart.” Hence, for the poet to at least contribute his part in the preservation and beautification of African culture as a whole, he decided to pen Thoughts from the Jungle.
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