Dragonflies - Asmaa Azaizeh

Millions of years ago, there were no winged creatures.

We all crawled around on our bellies and paws

to arrive.

A Homeland - Mohammed J. Al-Nabhan

My Homeland!

Would a homeland abolish a loved one's name?

Red tape all his civil documents

Or cross-out with red ink the names of its people?

Urgent Mail - Ali Al Jallawi

He was no more than a courier

On his back a sack of letters

He had a bicycle

A route

And a cap

He was no more than a courier

Palm Sunday - Malcolm Guite

Now to the gate of my Jerusalem,

The seething holy city of my heart,

The saviour comes. But will I welcome him?

The Myracle of the Toothpiks - Jorge Canese

If time doesn’t exist, what is it that repeats itself so?

That there’s no danger - Eduardo Milán

That there’s no danger,

that the word stays intact

outside the person, by their side.

untitled - Eiríkur Örn Norðdahl

I died but now I live for

ages of ages

and hold the keys of hell and death

The room - Jessie Kleemann

In the silent grey darkness of the room

you stand

like a ghost by the window beside my bed

acting like a dead with my already stiff limbs

that has become blue beating forth and back

and searching after my body

A Journey - Jovanka Uljarević

I am not here where you see me

or there where they know me

There is here for me

And here is too far

This Thick Sound (v1.1) - Kenneth Krabat

There is an eternal humm of work to København

take away the sound of high voltage for street lamps

and for shop lighting and converters for all things hidden

In the now and here - Michael Theophilus Dom

Thoughts in a day

Are a measure

Acts are of being,

Etched in its matrix,

As you and I are.

Ecstasy - Marie Under

Ah, earthly life burns in myriad splendours

Not even death’s dark hazard can destroy.

I yield, a willing prisoner, to joy;

I never sorted with discreet pretenders.

Dead Flowers - Sidonie Grünwald-Zerkovitz

In the vase on the sill your roses lie

Looking, now, wilted and dead

Once, resplendently charming the eye

In white and crimson red.

Reading Flyers - Mtendere Alice Kishindo

I demand,

Not ask,

I seek,

Yet, denied all that I find.

You Will Never Return - Miguel Caló and Osmar Maderna

When she said goodbye, I wanted to cry

then without her love, I wanted to scream.

Second Tongue - Gearóid MacLochlainn

I am the tongue

in the kidnapper’s sack.

What it is - Erich Fried

It is nonsense

says reason

It is what it is

says love

Mother is Gold - Laju Ereyitomi Oyewoli

Iya ni wura

Mother is Gold

A Treasure untold

Gifted to the Human race

To soften life’s arduous task 

In the Evening - Ugo Foscolo

Maybe because you are the image of eternal peace

O evening, you are welcomed by me with open arms

when the summer clouds and the gentlest breeze

Consecrating the Alphabet - Leonor Scliar Cabral

ALEF

Horns rise up with force, igneous, aglow,

to burst apart the mysteries of time,

while a scribe revives prophecies divine 

on pure papyrus, salvaged long ago.

Iconic Existence - Roula-Maria Dib

Keep her locked in an eternal smile, that loving gaze

you see in your mind’s mined cave deep within your Self,

or in the symbol on the solid wooden surface.

Let her sing, but from her nether-world into yours.

Metaphors - Idriss Allouch

I guess

What happens around me

The effect of something borrowing

The language of another reality

My Cacti - Delno L.A. Tromp

Cacti, my passion,

Allow me to caress you

Supper With Poppies - Dostena Angelova-Lavergne

one day lies will sparkle

like crushed puppies

and they won’t be lies

just crushed poppies sparkling.

Strike the chords softly - Pamelia Sarah Yule

Strike the chords softly with tremulous fingers, 

While, on the threshold of happiest years, 

For a brief moment fond memory lingers. 

Ere we go forth to life's conflicts and fears! 

Go Spread Wings - John Agard

If I be the rain

you the earth

let love be the seed

Sin - Forugh Farrokhzad

I have sinned a rapturous sin

in a warm enflamed embrace,

sinned in a pair of vindictive arms,

arms violent and ablaze.

I Abandoned Her and I Didn’t Know - José Canet

Kneaded between the silver and gold

of serenades

and wild dance parties,

cradled by the sounds

of bandoneons,

this tango was born.

She Has Wilted Early - Julia Boutros

This flower … 

has wilted early, 

she’s still pretty, 

she’s still very pretty

There Was a Jolly Miller - Isaac Bickerstaffe

There was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee;

He danced and sang from morn till night, no lark so blithe as he;

On Julia's Death - Vasily Kapnist

The evening darkness shrouds 

The slumbering world in peace. 

And from her throne of clouds 

Shines Luna through the trees.