Ode 4 - Odysseus Elytis

A solitary swallow	*	and Spring's great worth is found
It takes a lot of work	*	to make the sun tum round
Their shoulders to the Wheels	*	it takes a thousand dead
It also takes the living	*	to offer up their blood.

To say you and I - Eduardo Milán

To say you and I is to enter the circus

there the lion, there the circle of monkeys,

You do not Want Me? - Gahuan-Beyg

You do not want me, Zohrah.

Is it because I am maimed?

Yet Tamour-leng was maimed,

Going on crippled feet,

And he conquered the vast of the world.

Come, my beloved! - Muhammad din Tilai

Come, my beloved! And I say again: Come, my beloved!

The doves are moaning and calling and will not cease.

  Come, my beloved!

Poetic Human Operation - Ophelia Alcantara Dimalanta

I write to you, you read me, 

in the most distant strangeness, 

under the skin and inside it, 

blind lovers clinging to the signs. 

Loneliness without remembering - Hérib Campos Cervera

Oh, cloud voice! Oh, Velvet! 

Giving a name to your moss music 

African Presidents - James O. Gaygay

Your empty promises surge our expectations

We swallow the lies your tongue preached

Our bellies became conceived by your deceits

Frustration, disappointment, and regrets are our sons and daughters

They play in the vicinity of our minds

You poli-tricked our minds with your political games

Moral reflections (Sonnet XXI) - Vincenzo da Filicaja

Hebe once wild streams of false delight their source 

Betray'd, this feeble heart inundating; 

Turbid with eddies which vain passions bring; 

Sense their dark fount; my breast their barren course.

Kabirau, my Anointing Oil - Ueantabo Fakaofo

KABIRAU, KABIRAU

Sweet and pleasant is your scent

I seek to break my evil spell

Childhood was Mud-Play and Dirty Fingernails - Liyou Libsekal

I was born to a woman whose hands are washed with ritual

balancing act

temperatures and tempers

home grown versus raised afar,