Sunday, August 1, 2021





Apollo's Love


Multilingually described love in a decade of living synergistic

It's nice to be in love with someone who adorns life, with you

And with beauty I conquer everything around me, the sophistication of natural radiance

The mausoleum of memories that spring up in the window of your wiper

Headlights that absorb light and give a sense of spirituality

Survival that will always live somewhere hidden

Just below the heart that beats sparkling!


A stopped fractal next to my memoir framed

- arranged on a bedroom shelf

The silence that beats in the bosom of a woven soul that wants to feel love

At least for that one honorable millisecond of existence

Where nature lives its culture and gives birth to the best memories of life

For generational leadership without dominance and questions

To bring my synergy closer to yours


Killed by a plague without applause

Love buried remained under the sand of darkness

Where the vilayet is still fighting for love in a replica for a ducat of splendor

Tectonic is still kept for its amount; rubles or euros

When love always has its sad end, you will not be


An epigraph that is written with great difficulty in silence

Guided by the September wine that intoxicates my mind

It intoxicates the soul, strengthens the eyes of the dreamy Devil

The Seventh Hell, which always has its predictions and unsolved mysteries

Love is a vicious trigonal circle swirling between us

Wanting to revive old memories that have been lost

Somewhere far away, years of marriage and negligence are appropriated

As if all this had become just another fictitious lie


Time is always on the side of justice and truth

Waiting for some better days to rise from the ashes

Like Phoenix. Gradually but surely love drains the batteries

Patch up your stakes of the past somewhere out there

According to the almanac of memories, I throw myself on the wine in September

I kill boredom with Mozart's balls of sweetness

Five to six we light St. John's fires; dawn is coming soon

One cycle is over - the other has just begun

In a boundless game, because destiny is always there

For me, unresolved business



Retrogardial Axiom Of Life


Memories bring me back to the needle of destiny imperceptibly

So it stings me directly when I least expect it

Love has a birth certificate, because whoever fights can actually be for us

Then when I am left alone in the naked world

In false glory - only the truth is wise with an ace in poker!


Retrograde love, you don't let me kill my life

If love is built from the magic potion of sweetness

Which I always consume to feel emotions when I least expect it

Then we need to lead the life that fate prescribes

Because who relies on emotions today at all?


If everything is just a new lie to cover up the truth

And I run to you when I miss you to heaven

Isn't that just one big benefit?


Why do others have to judge us always?

And to just watch how to joke consciously

Don't they have a soul and feelings like everyone else?

And they don't know that they might not have a happy ending

If they were born in a retrograde axiom of love?


The value I carry in the bottom of my soul is a life worth its weight in gold

And I need to know that. Wine is life alone.

I am a built species of Sapiens because he wants to provide something

And we don't even know what it is yet!


Truths turn their backs consciously

- I apply essential oils on my body

I spray myself with fresh water, it reduces that pain from the depths of my soul

I use medication to heal as progressively as possible

And why does love not have a remake on the heart, but a scar?


Multilingual love is always harmful to health

Because lipstick on wine reveals traces of fornication!


- slap and door when they remain slammed

only a part of the wall of the framed pair, us

who had been smiling until yesterday

and unhappy today; all because of the September red wine!



Rape Is Not Fun


I don't need to support everything that is bad

Because the most sacred thing is always wrong

Rape is neither a model man nor a fashion accessory

Because no one likes to be used at all!


Love should blossom and a hug should be given

To understand the other side in trouble

When problems come under all five to six in the morning

I don’t need to exploit a woman with a sexual act


This should be punished severely immediately

Because a woman has a soul and feelings great, sincere

Her house is made of love

And ready to give himself as much as he can


A woman is a life she can always give me

And I need to love her sincerely the way I was given

Rape is not on my mind, my kids

Keep what you have, and I will love life!




MAID CORBIC from Tuzla, 21 years old. In his spare time, he writes poetry that has been praised and awarded several times. He also selflessly helps others around him, and is the moderator of the WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for unity and world peace in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the portal of the First Virtual Art Universe, led by Dijana Uherek Stevanovic, and the selector of the competition on the page of the same name, which aims to connect all poets around the world. Many works have also been published in anthologies and magazines (Chile, Spain, Ecuador, Bosnia and Herzegovina, San Salvador, United Kingdom, Indonesia, India, Croatia, Serbia, etc.) as well as printed copies of the anthology of poems "Sea in the palm of your hand", "Stories from Isolation", and “Kosovo Peony”, and many others.


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