ORGANIZER: Kristaq Shabani
Coordinator for Albania, Kosove and Belgium.
International Poets and Writers “Pegasi” Albania
Kristaq F Shabani
Kristaq .F Shabani
THE NOTE OF FORGIVENESS
In a killing silence sells Earth’s Body pieces
as if they were beans… and carrots,
people don’t know, this isn’t their Land,
the plan grasps, keeps hostage in decades,
hands are sold cheaper than toys:
“A Bear – toy costs two – three times more…”
And the Moon is thrift at giving its light,
as it beholds a dizzy meanness:
“A ravishing girl,
a rich hunchback man
head – scalped, requires to be shown stalwart…”
President the Great has Truth to Beauty.
The Puzzle says
that Beauty by Beauty was taken
but… the Parabola has changed:
“In the spaceship the astronaut,
an ugly helper of him, in a galaxy voyage
When, on Earth he landed
his eyes became drab.
What an epigram that immerses you!…
With a marble stone round her neck
his sweetheart: fell over
the metal bridge and sank”…”
Closed file mysticism.
B. THE “ARABIC” PHRASE
A beggar shows his maimed leg,
a “Dumb” alien keeps written
on his chest a painful phrase:
“Help me, o you Demos of Money!”…
A blind man with tied eyes plays
the most trembling melody in the World,
a female creature forebodes the Payment
in the crystal Road…
I saw the Beggar in the evening
with his intact leg.
The “Dumb” man speaking
dressed up to the nines.
The “Blind” man with his two hot eyes,
the Female creature drawing a lovely pet:
I am reading the reality:
A Arabic phrase!
Ellegy of the Angel
The First poetic view
Maybe I know how to say my Feelings
in the way they’re expressed
to cast my eyes and in other places
that I can’t see in this terrestrial globe.
We are another Continent, independent
than the one we’re breathing in…
you gave birth (to a child) so to become peaceful
not only with yourself
but to give peace to other men and women,
you gave birth (to a child) to deliver a distinguishing light
a flaming white light-
that other women cant’ t do
as much as they try
because in your heart Literature lives
We live in this Continent
but we’re another, independent (Continent)
than the one we’re breathing in,
and the system of universal light
and whatever else
is like a tale , a myth (to us).
We have our sun,
an dour metric system,
our deep – green forests in
we haven’t got seas…
but oceans of soul!
That’s why this memorial service echoes
and only the spiritual people hear it,
that ring the bells of respect
they listen silently…
but in deep emotion do the heavenly temples hear…
We have no need for compasses
we feel each other’s breath:
dozens of whips with the sun and the moon
we have the need for each other
as we certainly have the need for this breath.
A new position for the Great People of the World…
Come, today the soul, itself, is giving a concert
Come, take your positions
in the Second resurrection of Angel!
It isn’t an invention, spread with rose- cream
and underneath the cream (exists) a puzzling sphinx…
For the first time you will see true Resurrection
For which we have held hope for so long,
and the sun that leaves its rays in a position
that earlier hadn’t been seen by us…
A new position for Great People of the Earth…
Roses and wishes planted
in the vastness of the sky,
and happiness, exultation,
burst like fire- crackers
oh, they shine…
The trees don’t expect heat for blooming,
they blossom in the twinkling of the eye
with words of divinity!
We, the people on Earth say it’s a Mystery!
But the people in the Skies are so accustomed to it,
with so much blossoming…
they just call it ‘Blossoming of the Angels’
Come, for today the soul itself is giving a recital!
* * *
The second poetic view
Everything has been said
And the letters in all the languages of the World
Remained in similarity
with appoint of punctuation, and again a comma…
so the cleverness of continuity
will say everything once more…
THE GODS are wounded badly
did you see them;…
Tears fell playing games..
“the souls”…, the heart… crack open from pain
a big heartly, shocking situation
as gods are wounded..
let more to say if they are put to death!…
The tragic battles of the FATHER AESCHYLUS
at an ancient THEATRE…
They are wounded again today like a comedy
Their laugh ready to fall like a waterfall
Death changes its wings like magnetic poles
Some peole with epaulettes applause silently..
From the Summits they fall like DOLLS…
Together with the Smooth and easy Act…
THE AFFLICTION OF THE GODS
Congratulations, dear my friend…Together we will come to show for a better world…Hugs!
Freedom, with power for change
See what Freedom means
being in the presence of boundless curiosity,
to witness our spiritual intimidate
within that life offers us.
I believe that often we say the same thing
in different ways – in different forms,
with a different tone –
For so is the life
one sees the colors of others-not
a thrush spreads wings over the orchid,
another was torn down with head injuries.
Fly like leaves
flying to save the freedom to live …
I can give light where there is shadow
enter the orbit of momentum and hope
to never stopped driving force,
always in the marathon of life,
with power for change,
with freedom to remain in the illuminated compass
that never errs.