Friday, November 1, 2024

TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU

 



Dance Of The Verses

 

In the city of wine and poet

verses are carved by the river

calmness of the spring breeze

brings the amazing notes of nature.

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Drink, get drunk, but don't break the wine glass

need to get drunk will follow you futurity

put it at the top of the verses

in the early morning sips will refresh day.

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They will feel when love approaches

open the gate of the thirsty heart

uses the aphrodisiac of grape’s juice

you will feel the shivers of magic in your chest.

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In the twilight of riverbanks

fill the pencil and glass with creativity

will quench the thirst of the coming days

sunset will wish you a fiery journey.

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Time of music is getting close

shadows of the wanderers fall on the light of the waves

at the source of the maple, sounds of guitar challenges poet's wine

over the half-burnt sheet pen starts dance of verses.

SILENCE Is SILENT !

 

...silence of mankind weighs on the poor conscience

testify modern slaves owners are not aware of this

they continue to dance the dance of hungry wolves

one day dance of guilt and shame will be felt in their inner voice...

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There, not too far away, they are bombed

beyond, flow rivers of drugs

near, the fire of hatred is kindled

by, faith and the given word have lost meanings.

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Forests are stripped from nature's monsters

the poles of the glaciers surrender to the whims of mankind

number of wild animals also decreases

when the short-sighted being of the earth will be enlightened.

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Religious hatred sails waters of the raging ocean

racial discrimination takes medieval form

the riches of the gaseous nature ceaselessly threaten

burn, destroy, kill that's what you are capable of.

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The slaves of wealth plunder the human race

wretched capitalists blackmail breath of the descendants

multiply sophisticated androids

let us hope globe is not going to an end of existence...

Robots Vs Human Dignity

(Poetry Lacks Soul)

 

I easily entered the poetry building

rusted iron caught my attention

they had placed the broken anchor on the book of literature

what is happening in our castle!?

Drawers overflowing with witty notes and poems

artificial intelligence has poked its nose in

robotics break down the last quality frontier

a value of the common man is also lost.

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The penultimate wave of wisdom arrived

literature, ministry of health and normality collapse

logic of consciousness surrenders to aggressive attacks

author's creativity is ultimately defeated....

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Bitter tasting impressions

IRON ROBOTICS keeps on going the poor party

human dignity surrenders to lethargy

feelings are usurped by injustices.

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I have neither time nor patience to put up with robots

creatures seeking to make feeling less history

I'm looking forward to getting out of the reality

impatient to go back to dream the beautiful daily duties.

 

TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU


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