IBRAHIM HONJO

 

Leaving To Lira

 

Unknown wise men foretold me

leaving to Lira in beautiful dreams

through lights of celestial jewels

randomly spaced through the universe

 

blessed with a magic word

a cosmic twinkle awoke in me

lit up and sparked my imagination

 

the gorgeous North Star

ardently counts down for a departure time

 

flocks of phoenixes followed me

bringing light to hidden corners of the universe

in the eye of a female initiator of light

 

passion flared like fire

in maidenly eyes

 

somebody put off Diogenes’ candle

I was blinded and could not see a man anywhere

 

someone faked a dream

 

Lira is unattainable

 

Nothing is violet

 

To Nurture Or Not…

 

Hector’s mother Hecuba

gave birth to nineteen sons

and several beautiful daughters

and she was the luckiest woman

 

her happiness was short-lived

 

Troy was destroyed

and Hecuba became the unluckiest woman

 

Hecuba, Odyssey’s slave

settled in history

 

there has always been someone to ruin the universe in me

and I could never connect

all the bright points on the earth's wounded skin

 

does this day hurt you in my heart

and does my heart hurt you on this day 

on which some new Troy is burning

in the name of the Creator of worlds

 

He, the Creator, is powerlessly silent

in some far-away corner of the universe

waiting for a man to nurture a man

according to his standards

 

if we never meet

don’t regret it

it is not a result of anyone's conspiracy

it is a sign that the roads between our ruins

have been destroyed by the guards of war

 

they do not believe in sin

 

they do not believe…

that Power is not forever

 

but Hecuba would again give birth to nineteen sons

and several beautiful daughters

and believe that she would save Troy

 

Recognition

 

When I become lost in a poem early in the morning

stars extinguish spontaneously in my eyes

darkness hides in its secret chambers

I become a stranger to myself and my sleeping shadow

 

no one reaches me, except the night silence

cradled in flashes of stars from my eyes

and the dreamy chant of night butterflies

 

enigmatic horizons curl up in my eyes

in the mirrors of the planet Gamajata

 

I do not like mirrors

they show me someone else in my image

 

It is very easy to recognize a man by his words

and his endeavour

 

in a triangle between heaven, earth, and me

everything is hidden in view

 

I am deciphering the stability of everything and nothing

 

my first morning coffee cooled down a long time ago

 

I am silent and listening to silence, in my stillness and in peace

 

Nirvana

 

IBRAHIM HONJO

 

IBRAHIM HONJO is a Canadian poet-writer, who writes in Bosnian, and English language. He has worked as an economist, journalist, editor, marketing director, and property manager. He is currently retired and resides in Vancouver, BC. Honjo is author 24 published books in Serbo-Croatian Language, 7 books in English, 3 books bilingually (in English and Serbo-Croatian language). In addition, 4 joints’ books of poems published with Serbian poets. His poems have been represented in more than 60 world anthologies, and in more than 40 magazines. Some of Honjo’s poems have been translated in 17 languages. He received several prizes for his poetry.