contemporary poetry
Love / Iubire
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, Stories March 29, 2019
Love / IubireYou shudder
feeling disolved
only the wedding ring
heavy like the
wholly matrimony
vows
remains of you.
No begging
no mercy
only the shudder
and the consuming flame
to hurt.
I breake you
and search
until I find
the soul
then I take your shattered
being
piece by piece,
my lips are fingers,
I make you
whole again.Mine.
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IubireTremuri
simtind dizolvarea
doar verigheta
grea precum
juramintele
sfintei casatorii
mai ramane din tine.
Fara implorari
fara mila
doar tremurul
si flacara mistuitoare
de a rani.
Te sparg in bucati
si caut
pana gasesc
sufletul
apoi iau fiinta ta
destramata
bucata cu bucata,
buzele sunt degete,
te fac din nou
intreaga.A mea.
Maria Magdalena
La pazza…/ The mad
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, translated Italian-English March 28, 2019
La pazza…/ The madSono io la pazza…
la furiosa dissennata,
quella che nascosta
dietro a un velo di normalità
vive e si nutre d’emozioni.Sono io la cacciatrice
di sogni e di chimere
che per un pugno di parole
si lascia stropicciare il cuore.Son sempre io
quella che nel silenzio
per soffocare l’urlo
che da dentro sale,
per confondere il dolore,
si chiude la bocca con i polsi
e si lacera a morsi
le sue stesse vene.Si, sono io quella pazza
la cacciatrice di sogni
che ogni notte si acceca
con la polvere di stelle
della sua stessa pazzia.Grazia Montanaro Lombardi
————————-The mad…
I am the mad …
the furious insane,
the one that hidden
behind a veil of normality
lives and feeds on emotions.I am the huntress
of dreams and chimeras
that for a handful of words
let the heart wrinkle.It is always me
the one that in the silence
to suffocate the scream
that climbs from inside,
to confuse the pain,
closes the mouth with the wrists
and tears herself to pieces
her own veins.Yes, I am the insane one
the dream huntress
that every night is blinded
with stardust
of her own madness.Maria Magdalena
Past Present
POSTED IN contemporary poetry November 2, 2018
Past PresentPowers below and powers above
He asked you to bring him me and my love.
He put a spell on me many lives past
asking for a love that will always last.He opened the mysteries’ dark heavy door,
He wanted to see what his Fate had in store.
He willed Light and Shadow intertwine with my mind
asking candles’ flame burn searching for me to find.In my sleep I felt his scent every night
and his fingers caressing my hair in dim light.
I missed him, the man I knew in my dreams,
when the morning life whispered: “it’s not what it seems”.I lived a whole life with my eyes opened wide
in my nights while sleeping with a ghost on my side,
he came to my world or I travelled to his.
I was no more myself. I knew what love is.I found the safe road for my chosen one
to come and to do what was long undone.
Truth, knowledge, feelings: it mattered not
all I wanted was him and this was all I’ve got.My true other self who made me feel whole
came one day and smiling gave me his soul.
I knew who he was. I breathed and I felt
the dark nights of senses and his dreamy scent.Bielka
September
POSTED IN contemporary poetry September 1, 2018
September Sometimes, in the end of September when leaves are crying in the wild wind, lonely on shore I remember you. Life has many ways and there is nothing to say. Running on sand early in the morning I am only waiting The sunrise. Another day will comes and I know that I will love you forever. Anonimous
Unde-s nebunii? / Where are the madmen?
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, translated Romanian-English August 21, 2018
Unde-s nebunii? / Where are the madmen?Unde-s nebunii, unde ni-s nebunii?
E, Doamne, lumea plină de cuminţi,
E plin pământul de martiri şi sfinţi
Atinşi de filoxera-nțelepciunii.Tăcuta-i gloata de-nțelepți ca sfinxul
În faţa lumii şi-a nemărginirii
Şi-ascultător de rânduiala firii,
Cu un plăvan în jug trudeşte insul.Scâncesc cuminții-n chingile durerii
Şi, sângerând din răni adânci blândeţe,
Lângă neveste mor de bătrâneţe,
Necutezând să tragă spada vrerii.Boleşte omenirea ca o juncă
Şi nimeni nu-i ca să-i sloboadă sânge;
S-a-mpotmolit istoria şi plânge,
Cu prora-nfiptă într-un colţ de stâncă.Nu se mai nasc nebuni care s-o mâne
Cu bâta de la spate, ca pe-o vită,
Acestui veac să-i pună dinamită
Şi evu-nțelepciunii să-l dărâme.O! Doamne, Doamne, unde-s Don Quijotii?
E lumea plină de-alde Sancho Panza
Ce nu-ndrăznesc să mânuiască lanza,
Ci scutieri cuminţi se vor cu toţii.Unde-s nebunii? Unde-s Machedonii
Să tragă spada şi să taie nodul?
Tânjeşte după glorie norodul
Şi nu-s Cezari să-l treacă Rubiconii…Sloboade, Doamne,-n lume nebunia,
S-o răvăşească şi să o răstoarne,
Ca un berbec să ia pamîntu-n coarne
Şi-acestui veac să-i surpe temelia!Demostene Andronescu
……………………………………………………………..Where are the madmen?
Where are the madmen, are our madmen lost?
God, world is filled by sapient and good,
the Earth is filled by martyrs and sainthood,
all by the wisdom phylloxera crossed.The mob of wise are silent like the Sphynx
in front of world and the infinyty,
obedient to nature’s trinity
like an ox in the yoke the fellow blinks.The quiet whimpers in the straps of pain
and bleeding from deep wounds docility,
they die near wives old in tranquility,
not daring sword, not willing sword, in vain.Humanity is ill like an old cow
and there’s nobody here to bleed its sickness,
the history is stuck and cries as witness,
stuck in the rock of time, of here and now.Not anymore are born the mad and raving,
to push it from behind, as if a beast,
to this epoch some dynamite to feast
and wisdom time to crush, no more enslaving.Oh, Lord, Lord, where are all the Don Quijotes,
the world ifs filled only by Sancho Panza
who dares not fight neither by sword nor stanza,
just kind shield bearer are all those bigotes.Where are the crazy? Where the Machedons?
To shoot the sword and , oh, to cut the knot?
The crowd longs for the glory like they ought
and no more Cesars to cross the Rubicons…Oh, Lord, release the madness, the lunatics
to storm the world and cast its lethargy,
and like a ram to grub the earth sinewy,
and to destroy this century’s weak bricks.
English version, Maria Magdalena Biela
Wondering with the Moon
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, Stories, Summer July 24, 2018
Wondering with the MoonFlaming glowing moon, sleeplessness moon,
Overbearing, foolishness, in the heart of June
Mercilessly you torment my eyelids to falter,
I am hit by your ray like a boat by water.Shining in the Time’s eyes amused in delight,
you watch us from cradle until we depart.
Scared by you, the shy cranes so astounded and shady
they thought you a tender. They thought you a Lady.You yelled at the Night while the timid stars
Were hiding in heaven their tears and scars.
Overdone, your praisings bored you with no wit,
worn-out the Word’s meaning fell in infinite.Do you seak new flattery? New worship to earn?
Try and search on Google, time to be modern!
You will thus create a new identity
To match perfectly with your new eternity.Dead are the lunatics who in the days of yore
at a corner of a street loved you to a roar.
By a wicked spirit in a rush consumed
They distorted your face as cheap poster doomed.No longer a mystery, genuine , unique
You are now cloned by a world virtual and freak
Using grotesque make up, awful Photoshop
they defiled your pure Light, they disgraced your hope.Someone in this phony, ephemeral life
knows that your forgiveness will be like a knife.
Humans of these decades are a tad rough – hewn
They screamed at you last night: “take a selfie, Moon!”Maria Magdalena Biela
Magdalena’s Day
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, Summer July 22, 2018
Maria MagdalenaMen called you light so as to load you down,
And burden you with their own weight of sin,
A woman forced to cover and contain
Those seven devils sent by Everyman.
But one man set you free and took your part
One man knew and loved you to the core
The broken alabaster of your heart
Revealed to Him alone a hidden door,
Into a garden where the fountain sealed,
Could flow at last for him in healing tears,
Till, in another garden, he revealed
The perfect Love that cast out all your fears,
And quickened you with love’s own sway and swing,
As light and lovely as the news you bring.Malcolm Guite
I Thee Wed
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, Summer July 21, 2018
I Thee Wed
She wasn’t taller than her doll-house.
She was still writing to Santa Claus.
Dark curly hair and wide open eyes
she piously kneeled piercing the skies.
She smiled to Heaven and silently said:
“With this heart I Thee wed!”.She blossomed slowly as a dark Rose,
her wild thorns brought bleeding to her many foes.
Her pale fingers played with rosaries and ink.
She kept watching the heaven without a blink.
She smiled to the blue Moon and silently said:
“With these eyes I Thee wed!”.Only once she met the dark Evening Star.
Her heart echoed its shine near and far.
She opened her bud, her thorns she killed,
with divine love the dark Rose was filled.
She smiled to Him and silently said:
“With this life and love I Thee wed!”.Maria Magdalena Biela
Rakkautta Helsingissä / Dragoste in Helsinki / Love in Helsinki
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, Spring, translated Finnish-English, translated Finnish-Romanian May 7, 2018
Rakkautta HelsingissäRakas,
mennään jonnekin missä
kukaan ei heittele meitä kuoleilla kaloilla.Suudellaan kääpiötaatelipalmun katveessa
ja kerrostalojen katoilla.Kaupunki avaa ovensa meille,
näyttää paikoja, joita me emme tunteneet,
joissa me olemme onnellisia.Mennään siis sinne missä
kukaan ei heittele meitä kuoleilla kaloilla.
Jaakko Hämeen Anttila
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Iubite,
hai sa mergem undeva
unde nimeni nu arunca cu pesti morti in noi.Sa ne sarutam la umbra curmalului
si pe acoperisurile blocurilor.Orasul isi deschide usa pentru noi,
ne arata locuri, pe care nu le-am cunoscut,
unde suntem fericiti.Sa mergem deci acolo unde
unde nimeni nu arunca cu pesti morti in noi.
……………………………..
Beloved,
let’s go there where
nobody throws dead fish at us.Let’s kiss in the shade of the date palm
and on the roof of the flats.The city opens its door to us,
shows us places which we didn’t know,
where we are happy.so let’s go there
where nobody throws dead fish at us.
Romanian and English version,Maria Magdalena Biela
Noaptea Invierii
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, Spring April 8, 2018
Noaptea Invierii 8.04.2018Sunt singura in noaptea asta,
mai singura decat oricand,
bat clopotele peste tara
si eu le-aud la mine-n gand,La mine-n suflet bate toaca
in ritmul inimii speriate
si oamenii isi iau Lumina
nebanuind lacrimi departe.De cate ori Iisus invie
in lumea asta de duium?
De cate ori Golgota urca
ducandu-si crucea, ultim drum ?Sunt singura in noaptea asta.
In suflet candela aprind.
Ma rog la El sa ne mai ierte
i-aud raspunsul tanguind.E miezul noptii far’ de stele,
doar steaua din sufletul meu.
Sunt singura cu lumanarea,
Lumina si cu Dumnezeu.Maria Magdalena Biela
