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…”

UNCOLOURISM

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

loved madly…

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.

….

9.

We are another Continent, independent

than the one we’re breathing in…

Queen,

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

like greenness…

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,

our moon,

an dour metric system,

our deep – green forests in

unimaginable dreams

we haven’t got seas…

but oceans of soul!

That’s why this memorial service echoes

and only the spiritual people hear it,

the humanists

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.

10.

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!

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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…