WORLD POETS MAGAZINE

      N ear Mock-Orange   For my mother   In sink, sun So close to mock-orange tree Leaves of an escarole Crisp and crack their veins Beneath green-as-death gaze Of two childlike trout Soft-wood dish rack A few shivering strawberries And beside them, two rings She has just slipped off Looking out into distance At zest of a past From which she does not return.   Walking upon the night   Walking upon shore Feet cooled by sand And already torn by salt Tonight, when moon, hardened with frost, Carved stars into jewels of light Just at edge of a brow of stone In cleft rock where sea boiled o'er As starved sex would open, rosy and proud I saw, resting still in depths of strait My own boundless eye, mocking me.   Leave Me My Wrinkles!   Leave me my wrinkles! Leave upon my face and body the trace of my battles of my victories of my windows of distress.   How to travel if you steal my maps, where, year after year...

  When   When did I become me?   From birth to death Before I was born   When did I make a mistake?   I can't tell the difference When did I Ask the overlapping   When did I inflate it?   Suddenly, breaking through the layers Breathing out   Buried in formlessness   Before I knew it I was late for the broken day Releasing my transparent back to the night   We can no longer meet casually Soon Now, I mourn     Illusion   Please give it a name The moment I begin to think I contemplate my thoughts It is not me (the poem) who is being read, but you From the very center of the mother cow and her calf, a body cut in two *   Right and Left—   Moving slowly Through the gap between sky and sea Even if I search for a blood connection, I am not there From the very center, The heart that was cut—   Right and Left—   Reading slowly Even if I cling to the taste of the cut, I am not there I am not in this line either, ...

  Sempiternal ...life as a set of web layers of light impregnated in the Sophon. I saw emerald sparks and smelled iodine, as a zephyr blew in her hair, dispersing shine. A phoenix emerged from the ashes. The alchemist wasn't a man... When My Patience Wears Thin We came to realize that every folding leaves its crease, every joy leaves its shine, and every dispute leaves wrinkles on the forehead. I thought that I knew how to detangle the personal ball of wool. I thought that I understood how to remain sane in an encapsulated space-time of things. I thought I realized Love and how to see beyond the invisible happening. When my patience wears thin, and when my bruise turns yellow, I hardly try to correct the mistake heaven made when it brought me here, I guess, only to serve, even when I felt as useless as a bad role. Whereas dandelions threw their seeds up, mixed with the white clouds, snakes hissing while cleansing their eyes with anis, hedgehogs eat oregano after they ki...

  Defeat  Winter again    has the upper hand   The earth          stands on end   The sun peeps   just for a moment                      above the horizon   The snowcrust                           an eggshell under my feet     Atlantis   Many’s                                                  the time                         ...

  Halloween in Gaza   Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat! Tonight, you are   All invited for Halloween in Gaza! Please bring your friends and family! Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat!   The Strip expands as vast as the whole globe As vast as the whole sky tonight! Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat! You are all invited.   Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat!   Please dress to impress Though none should spend a cent for costume, Neither there is need for the firework or candles Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat! Zionists have promised to light it up To send over phosphorous fires, All for free! Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat!   What a bargain tonight, You are all invited. Leave your children with a loved one Gaza kids are all, ready for the show Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat!   Kids with horrifying gears With much extravagant panache They are all in dismaying shapes and fashion Some dressed as broken dolls   Some with a shrapnel in hea...

  I Am Not Clever Enough To Exchange Kisses With a Dynamite in my Mouth   1. Bring me face to face with the new born day               unbutton my shirt                                  and throw it to the wind! For, news came; that life has accepted me! I’ll spend some time more in life                               in the company of fishes and trees; Trees, our handsomest face. Otherwise I’ll be taken to task              for having failed to show men                  ...

  Mati, 2018 A.D.   ( The poet was inspired by and is conversing with the poem  "I2 Bottle in the Sea"  from the collection "Mythistorema" by Giorgos Seferis)   Three rocks , three burnt pines ; memory is whirling persistently , just like the wind on deserted paths . Here when Summer came, tongues of fire appeared big and blazing, they descended from the heavens in mid-July . And those people were swimming in the sea carefreely. The others had seen the omens as ‘smoke saddens the blue distance of the sky’ .   And that old man held in his hand some earth before fire passed over him. And the young mother hugged her children , taking on the appearance of sorrowful Mary. Let me talk about heroes , let me talk about the firefighters about the fishers who rallied on their caiques; however , we just found ashes, only ashes and a Gulf of Euboea flourishing with dead bodies scattered all along.   Unquenchable...

    To Write Poetry   To write poetry stop writing poems about poetry   To write poetry try to understand the deeper meaning of letters and words which you use to write poems with even when at the first instant they seem senseless   To write poetry remain restrained towards words offering themselves from the tip of your lite winged tongue   To write poetry refresh and wash your soul more often with the other poets’ verse   To write poetry learn how to love people despite being yourself a man and scared of them to death   To write poetry find out the possible about darkness so that you would know how to enjoy the gifts of light   To write poetry Don’t write poems with already given themes like a poem you are writing right now because it is also a poem about poetry but not poetry alone   Poetry never flatters anyone avoiding crowds and expecting nothing from it poetry doesn’t teach about the meaning and beauty   Poetry is meani...

  Alexandria   In vain I searched for you on the sandy beach of Alexandria covered by the footsteps of goneby authors desiring that which once was and now seems like dried algae that flew away with the wintry north wind. How long can one endure the past listening to the sea of Seferis talking to you with the sweetness of sirens that never dared to appear on this beach? Even the rocks are exhausted waiting. It is best to forget all accept this turqoise sea gently crushing the lost future. Yet, spring will soon arrive and the blossoms will bloom.     Nefertiti   Whom shall I talk to now that I lost you in the Nile reflecting your beauty from your childhood awaiting that someone will visit you again?   You are the modern Nefertiti your beauty surpasses your presence it adores the sun the one god she believed in.   And now that you vanished without trace we shall pray to Aton to take care of you.   And hence started the reign of silence!   ...