Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg..........Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject - John Keats .........Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge - William Wordsworth ..........Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato .........No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge .........One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves - W. H. Auden ...........Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash - Leonard Cohen .........There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know - William Cowper .........Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood -T. S. Eliot ..........Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason - Novalis...........He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life - George Sand .........A poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery ........A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland - Kahlil Gibran.............Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance - John Keats..........To be a poet is a condition, not a profession - Robert Frost........A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself - E. M. Forster.........Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo - Don Marquis...........Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things - T. S. Eliot ..........You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick. You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in - Dylan Thomas .........Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words - Paul Engle......... There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away! Lord Byron

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Jasmine Seller

Sayed Gouda

Translated from Arabic by the Author

 

i am a jasmine seller

i get up in the morning with the birds

my eyes hug daylight

my heart sips the scent of life

i see a line of ants on the ground

i throw a cube of sugar to them

i leave a piece of bread

And a handful of rice

Gouda Honoured with The Enchanting Poet Award

Nadwah - 22 December 2012

Sayed Gouda was honoured with The Enchanting Poet Award in December 2012. The Enchanting Poet Award is an award given by the quarterly poetry magazine The Enchanting Verses

Gouda's Arabian Night of Poetry in Hong Kong

Nadwah - Hong Kong 8 October 2011

Egyptian poet Sayed Gouda featured a poetry reading on Friday 7 October 2011 at Book Attic, which was filled up with attendants of different nationalities. Gouda recited more than 20 of his new poems. The Arabic reading was accompanied by reading the translation in English, French, German, and Chinese with spiritual music of different origin

From the Bow of Battle

Sonnet Mondal - India

 

Sitting with backs to each other

two worlds converge in the borderline

of an estuary with the ocean of skies.

 

Thinking as a lazy habit fails to decide

the course of waters ready to flow

like sprinters waiting for gun fire.

Anthem of the Memory

Jovica Tasevski Eternijan - Macedonia

The space that expands / and contracts, the face / that is built / and knocked down, / the time that darkens / - the ether, protection, / Direct -  / Trembling hand of the order: /

Under the fury of the ascension-eternity / Fear sprouts / In the ashes over

MY LOSS

Nidhi Chauhan - India

You aint going nowhere / Leaving me alone / You will stay with me /
Always in my memories / In what used to be home. / Left your imprints everywhere i see / Can't escape from it all, your eyes won't let me flee. / I want to forget it all / forget you ever loved me. / Waking up each morning without you

 

Joy Al-Sofi - USAWith The Light of Freedom in Our Eyes

Joy Al-Sofy - USA

Oh Egypt, Oh Egypt! / (I hope this means what I hope it means / An end to tyranny not just to Mubarak’s regime.) No matter what, / Today we zare together / Smiling and crying / All at the same time / We have heard the cry

 

I whom you see I'm not human....

Jumoke Verissimo - Nigeria

1. I whom you see I'm not human / Before you is the wrist of a town / The voice that cloned hearts to being / My hands acts as lever, bracing grief / I have welts that's wealth on my back / Here is the one who smiles at torture / I have dressed my soul in steel / I eat out the

 

Thus spoke Tamara

Fahredin Shehu

I have polished the eyes of suffered child / Removing steamy layers of his vision / To see a sparkling teeth while I smile / And my soul’s dormant and well hidden planet of hate / I have washed the stratosphere of disasters  / Their parents layered meticulously in his

 
 
 

 

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