POETIC DELIGHTS BY ZLATAN DEMIROVIC-USA
1- CAUSALLY CONSEQUENTIAL REVERSIBILITY
Once upon a time there was a bird,
with lovely overflowing-colored feathers
and the rosary of the beautiful flock queen.
She could choose her prince,
amid young lovers clustering to her.
But she lost her status of a golden feather,
as she took a prince from another flock.
He left his nest with four little birds
and moved to the nest with seven of hers.
Was attracted by a secret heart-burning force!
She looked for a lover and got her servant.
A brave knight has never been a servant,
but his yoke was light in his burning passion.
The honeymoon is just a moment
in a sea of every day’s acquired habits,
nourishing the body, cooling the heart flames.
Well, the confused bird is watching now
for her darling flying away forever from her nest.
While now he wanders lonely as a cloud
looking for a nest, cursing the routine that kills love,
she took the first young prince
from her own flock, gifting him with her empty heart.
So now she wonders, is anyone worth
losing her golden feather,
cause she would like it back.
But the only one who knows the answer
is an old flock leader, sitting alone
on a dried branch of a decrepit oak.
“Nobody has put together a broken glass yet!
You didn’t lose your golden feather
as a sacrifice of love!
It is the price of ignorance, adultery and lies,
which occupied your mind from the beginning!
Sin is sometimes paid ahead”!
2-SOME POEMS
Nothing, but pearls on the neck
of a beautiful oriental dancer...
Or sabers in the hands of the samurai;
fingers on the trigger
of the soldiers in the trench;
the noose on the convict's neck...
Sparkles on the snow,
and the children's joy
at the dreamless night,
while snowflakes caress the glade
and the slope down the hill...
Mesmerizing elixir
in a drunkard's bottle;
the primordial sorrow
of the unfortunate,
who asks for bread,
under the sky so blue...
Pulsating happiness in the veins
full of dopamine, or
the misunderstood
old man’s last groan...
Theory of relativity
in the program-minded head,
or the sun in the eyes
of time traveler,
who knows,
because
he sees,
that,
nevertheless,
he’ s
not
alone!
Because,
there are some poems,
like pearls on the neck of
some
playful
magical
beautiful
eastern dancer...
3-THE FRAGRANCE OF THE SOUL
Yes, the soul carries memories
through fragrant colors.
It is the Lotus flower that always dreams
as now, about exciting life
while being a rose...
We all travel this path
through the sparkling flashes,
the glittering millions of stars,
amid pulsating nothingness,
asked who we are, without an answer,
because it doesn`t even exist,
and just flow into fragrant flashes of beauty,
indescribable vibrations of happiness
and sorrow, memories of everything,
but nothing...
Yes, the soul carries memories
through fragrant colors.
AUTHOR:
ZLATAN DEMIROVIC-USA
Bilingual book writer, novelist, critic, internationally acknowledged poet, and trilingual
translator (English, Czech, Bosnian-Croatian-Serbin languages).
The founder of PRODIGY LIFE ACADEMY and author of the PRODIGY LIFE
PROGRAM, which serves as a platform for spiritual and personal development.
Founder and Editor in Chief of PRODIGY PUBLISHED USA (publishing, promoting
books, self-developing programs, anthologies of world multilingual poetry etc.).
Doctors’ degree in hypnosis, by HMI Institute, USA, and Marisa Peer, UK
Doctor Of Humanity, Dr. h.c. of Prixton Churc & University-Milwaukee, USA (2021)
Higher Honorary Degee of Academy Of Art And Caligaphy-Egypt (2021)…
Translated into:
Italian, French, Spanish, Catalan, Portuguese, German, Swedish, Duch, Danish, Greek,
Turkish, Chinese, Russian, Japanese, Hindu, Bengal, BCS (Bosnian, Croatian, Serbian),
Albanian, Hausa, Nigerian, Arabic, Aleut (Alaska), Pakistan, Bahasa-Indonesia, Kurdish,
Persian, Azerbaijan, Bangla, Tajik, Bulgarian, Romanian, Hebrew, Punjabi, Slovenian,
Czech, Slovak, Macedonian, Tamil, Uzbek, Kyrgyz, Nepali, Assam, Afrikaans, Lesotho,
Isixhosa, Zulu, Swahili, Sanskrit,
and more, on the way.
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