{"id":4180,"date":"2017-03-03T13:48:29","date_gmt":"2017-03-03T12:48:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/prizrenpost.com\/en\/?p=4180"},"modified":"2017-03-03T13:48:29","modified_gmt":"2017-03-03T12:48:29","slug":"poems-by-tyran-prizren-spahiu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/prizrenpost.com\/en\/poems-by-tyran-prizren-spahiu\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Tyran Prizren SPAHIU"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Tyran Prizren SPAHIU<\/b><\/p><\/div>\n

AMBASSADOR OF POETRY<\/strong><\/p>\n

Missing are the ardent words
\ndiversity expressing in memory,
\nI do not want to remember Nero
\nthe darkness bleak times,
\ncrazy loads of history
\nlet them find a place in limbo \u2026
\nMarching the deadly bullets
\nin the hunters arena
\nwe are likely to replace
\nwith fresh olive branch \u2026
\nI am far from distinguishing the color of skin
\neven away from the Religions,
\nin me, the red blood inside streams
\nalways remembers Almighty God\u2026
\nI came with those letters,
\ninvited to love as Ambassador of Poetry,
\ncuddle, fondle, four sides
\nexcited to merge for good in the world.
\nThe ancient civilization,
\ngathered are to plant olives
\njoined with the white dove
\nto place down peace in humanity,
\nplace this of future starting from today
\nwe
\nunder Conductor\u2019s Baton
\nconscience appeal has made
\nGold pen invites
\nfree to breathe this tired world \u2026<\/p>\n

THE EMPEROR OF CURIOSITY<\/strong><\/p>\n

Storm\u2019s life invites me,
\nto sail on waves of insolence,
\nbeing in the mysterious world,
\nI am armed with ego madness,<\/p>\n

stirred are feelings,<\/p>\n

lighted, entered without laziness,
\ngathered were poor images,
\nidiotic laughter sparked resistance,
\nI left backward across the mill,<\/p>\n

darkness covered me,<\/p>\n

it was fortress that stretched poisoned hand,
\nat this stage, grabbed the emotions,
\non high speed I left running,
\nagain kept tracking damned path,<\/p>\n

implemented is the idyll of insolence ,<\/p>\n

armored doors, evoked curiosity,
\narmed with frustration, sitting cross-legged,
\nbitter waves broke on my body,
\nhumbled, barely I found the exit from this crossroad. confused at the gate of humanity,<\/p>\n

it was fate,<\/p>\n

I entered the oasis of good people,
\nsilence which drunks ,rooted were the nobles of society,
\nsounds of lira awakened sleeping love,
\nbelieved I should be,
\nbeing accompanied by the melody of the time eternity.<\/p>\n

WORLD resides here\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

I, unfed,
\nbeing with bone and skin,
\nunexpectedly found myself,
\nat destitute,
\nin this chimney,
\ngenerosity nest welcomes ,
\nwarm, human, offered me a dining table,
\nfound the shelter of morsel,
\nwarm bread, generous spirit.<\/p>\n

Seated are, eyes wander,
\nI feel excited as well,
\nhow to eat a morsel,
\nof the young children!
\nbut,
\nintestines betray me,
\nlike a late autumn storm,
\nsounds cover the chamber,
\neyeing me pithily,
\nsmile greets me,
\nyou are hungry, have another mouthful!<\/p>\n

Manfully braved,
\nold woman a real Lady,
\nat the corner seated ,
\nis silent,,
\neyes down as though sleeps,
\nnear the stove feeding with poverty.<\/p>\n

-Strange is pleasure for her-\u2026
\nFeelings,
\nare made open sea,
\nstormy unprecedented,
\nI heard,
\nMoli\u00e8re* left barefoot,
\nas far as the nobility of society,
\nbeyond the bourgeoisie appetite!<\/p>\n

Our, never fed,
\nhand stretched thin hand, feeble,
\nBeyond the legend of maize,
\nwatchful,
\nMigjeni* found peace in his youth \u2026<\/p>\n

Now,
\nlying is twilight,
\ncovered has human shame,
\nout of poverty,
\nwander mundane talkative,
\nthey are rude,
\nlike the greedy darkness.
\nI
\nI accuse myself,
\nbeing a part of human orgy \u2026<\/p>\n

*Migjeni-Albanian writer..
\n*Moliere-French writer<\/p>\n

MY NATURE<\/strong><\/p>\n

For God\u2019s sake, I see nothing,
\nstrong fog blinded me,
\ndripping wet hair,
\ntrying to find her in the late hours.<\/p>\n

I break legs, in the stone bridge,
\nfed up with lies,
\nbelow, I hear the sound of water,
\nmystical fog worries me.<\/p>\n

Alone in this space,
\nIn the cursed surroundings,
\nsuddenly nearby I heard steps\u2026
\nturn back, trying to understand,
\nmade all ears, I do listen,
\nno no I scream, no do not go,
\nin the distance steps disappear..<\/p>\n

Feelings must be removed,
\naway, as far away from me,
\nfrom the head, hand, from within,
\nthis heavy pyramid!<\/p>\n

Whistling I try to sing ,
\nsing my faithful song,
\nWish you were here *.<\/p>\n

I can not, force is delivered,
\nsat on the edge of the bridge
\ncold is unknown, I do not feel,
\nI am wet, I know,
\nwet, from the wild rain,
\nsoaked in spirit.<\/p>\n

They are inserted under my skin,
\nblinded thoughts have embraced me.<\/p>\n

I recall hidden and trustful relaxation,
\nbreathe deeply,
\ncalm down, eyes closed,
\nit\u2019s me and loyalty,
\nsuddenly,
\nF I stood up,
\nsecretly exceed worries
\nwent to nearby bar,
\nnear the path of love,
\na coffee, please,
\nquiet,
\nconfident in myself,
\nembraced the world
\nmy beautiful world ..<\/p>\n

* Pink Floyd<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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