A Poem is a Kiss on the Horizon

A poem,
my poem, is a
kiss on the horizon
voice from red lips in
love, expectancy as time
as energy runs on lips
lips, as in lovers’ dream
a time comes, blessed time
when a healer utters a prayer
hope grows on my knees, as prayers
as red geranium hanging from a balcony
express gratefully the gratitude of their
heart, when the sea enjoys her blueness
when seagulls find their food in the sea
when waves roll on their own happiness
here-there comes a time for humankind
to recover  its mind, as it always has tried to do
and waits, awaits, as sea waves move forcefully
A seagull says “Mankind needs urgently a cure,
to awaken from its fever, fears, its rising heat  
of clouds-wars, mankind needs another peaceful dawn

a cure, multiple cures, research, even better a miracle”
a seagull says, as I send a poem like a kiss to the horizon

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How Many Stars Lit the Sky… Above Athens?

It sounds like a paradox, but it is true. It happens in reality, whatever happens, when many wonderful stars meet over the night sky of Athens!
Luckily, Poetry has strong views and opinions about special phenomena like this. Great! Although Poetry fathers, like Odysseus Elytis, have shorted out the Universe in Poetry terms…he also knew inside out the entire Geology, flora and fauna of Greece, and the originality of the sky, including Poetic Astronomy…. he re-discovered as well the Grecian sun, especially the sun above the Aegean Sea, more than half a century ago…
Poets re-discover all words, the world, and very often nature, the mountains, the sea, the sky, cities, everything. At the end they summarize it into compact poetic knowledge.

Walking on the almost deserted streets of Athens during the night reminds me the words of a friend “prayer is stronger during the night ….when most people are asleep, when nature is calmer, when one may catch in a glimpse some, however remote, light of the divinity… free of the obstructions caused by daylight”.
I looked up at the Athenian sky tonight….and what did I see?
The stars embroidering the sky looked as bright as oranges!
………..
Surely, the sky orchards are looked after by angels.
When poets look at darkness, they consider it as the beginning of dawn light…
Happy and creative day

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Present Political Trends

What do we need friends, world citizens?
To speak or not to speak in metaphors?
To speak along routes and words we understand?
Such as clear water from certain well-countries
crystal clear power of water words?
Ask the politicians to provide it.
The water pipes date from the 19th century
so are political ideas about present starvation.
Ask your country for new water pipes, for clear water of
consciousness. Ask your legislators to speak through clear words.
Was fanaticism killed in prehistoric times?
Are governments imitation of what?
I though, they de-learnt non lasting values long ago.
A few voices of humanity speak in prison language
And those surviving are kept where?
Theoretical politics killed the masses since antiquity.
Practical politics overtax the poor.
Fair politics, do they exist?
In peace politics, even
the heart of rocks
flourished
always

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Love Always Comes at the Right Time

I have better plans for tomorrow.
Tell the typhoon to come after two years. He may forget it
it may never come. Tell the moon, tell her light to visit
the world garden more often, longer this evening.
Tell all flowers to grow through the night
in peace under its music.

Tell the dark spirits to hideaway this century.
Tell them, do, to forget forever their existence.
Tell the spring to grow patiently, step by step.
Tell the lovers to grow happier like wild flowers
protected by love’s patient scented blossom.
Tell the sea to recite her poem this evening.
Tell Poetry to grow in its flesh eternally.
Tell history to dream, relax for a while
Tell people be confident, tell people
to hope more, to dare, be brave
tell people to have courage
We only need happy smile
peace, solidarity
your spirit high
every day

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Kiss Poem on the Horizon

A poem,
my poem,
is a kiss on the horizon
voice from red lips
expectancy long as time
as energy runs on lips
lips, as in lovers’ dream
a time comes, peace time
when a healer utters a prayer
hope grows on my knees, as prayers
when red geranium hanging from balconies
express gratefulness and gratitude from their
heart, when the sea enjoys her blueness
when seagulls find their food in the sea
when waves move in their own happiness
here-there comes a time the humankind
recovers its mind, as always has done
and waits, as sea waves still silent

A seagull says, “The mankind needs urgently a cure,
to awake from its fever, fears, its abnormal temperature of clouds-
-wars, it needs a peaceful dawn
with innocent colors of respect
cure, multiple cures, research, even better a miracle”
a seagull says, I say
like a kiss on the horizon

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It Rains Hope, on the Acropolis

Raining has a scent
like eucalyptus mixed
with lavender, mint, thyme,
love with rosemary… No clouds
above Athens today, the Acropolis shimmering
under a blue hope sun… the scent from the past
like a current letter reaching its destination happily
with sunny love. Will it rain?
Strangeness is a common place in our time.
The sun has many colors, so hope does
as I ascent with you the top of the Holy Rock… her olive trees
offer Peace since antiquity, green grasshoppers sound green hope
wild flowers spread their abundance. This is my home, whenever I leave

I live here, inside the fragrance of Greek time
in my spirit, my country, my country ageless like time. I ascend your
steps in the light of noon sun… like a maiden
at the Panathenean Festival
and listen! The weather forecaster announced
all is fine today, sunny intervals with rain of hope.
Today do not take umbrellas
it rains Hope
with Peace
take flight of new memories
celebrate Peace.

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A Repetition of Love, You and Me

Between sharing dawn and the other day
in the beauty of different eye sights seen
you can be an extraordinary sky of light
an exception by choice, by accident
by chance
you can be just a moment, a miracle
in a nanosecond time
even if you are named, you are called
a repetition.
You, glance deeply into the eye
in the light
of togetherness, friend-ship, sharing dreams
reality
love

You can be a love mode
A (love) modality, a repetition
in (my) our universe of love.
You can be original, humble
or powerful
as (all) originality in the universe
you can be a different case
you can make a difference
in the mentality, the flexibility
of mind to select, to elect, to represent
the ordinary, the extraordinary
everyday love

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The war ends, when we end it

When I/you end the wars
one by one, and all together
I love you, I love you certainly, again.
Now, I hide your war uniform
in another cupboard of the world, beyond my mind, beyond
the universe
I move you into another aeon
of true Peace, in the present. Love blossoms there again
again, like a tall cherry tree
can you count its blossom, its petals?
Yes, love has its sepals, its petals
blossoming, and beyond them, fruits
fruits of life. Love has its blossom
into the Peace of mind, into the mind of the world. Love has its scent
as the world has its roundness.
Love has its sperm of truth.
Love action of Peace expands, grows on the horizon
of expectation-reality like a child, always
it tries every day, without hiding. It seeks it
growing in Peace

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