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World Poetry Celebrates Matilda Miraka !

  • Photo by Matilda Miraka from her village in Albania.

Ariadne’s Notes: on October 3, CFRO 100.5 FM  World Poetry Cafe radio show in Vancouver, BC, Canada celebrated the first peace poet Matilda Miraka with her poem on peace, from Elbasan, Albania.  This is our 21st year on the show with 129 countries listening in at times.

***Due to the radio show not being archived, I am unable to provide the link but will read her poem again next week.

 

  • Photo by Matilda Miraka from her village in Albania.

Matilda Miraka, 23 years old.Education: High / Degree: Bachelor (Bachelor)Literature and Albania language Masters degree: For literature and Albania language teacher.
Mother tongue: Albanian Other: English, Spanish.

Entertaining activities: ” I’ve been part of a lot of national and international competitions for poem an essay. I won most of them. In Trieste, Italy (“Castello Di Duino XIII edition” I was one of the winners) for 3 times. (Equipped with a certificate and coup) Participating in the “World Youth Forum right to dialogue X edition” (equipped with certificate.”

PEACE

I find peace inside my spirit!

inside reason, inside positivity

I? I love myself and life

I don’t want to die even when my soul is in pain

even when my body is sick

even when my family is suffering

You know why?

Because I have to be strong for myself and for them

Because I believe in God, my creator I’m just a creature

Created just to be tested in this life

We cannot be happy all our lives.

But you know what?

We can, we can be quiet

But how to do this?

I find peace in my god and yours. My family, my loved ones

They want me to be good and I will be.

Dear human beings, lookup, is there a big sky or not? Do you feel small too?

Look down at you, down at your feet? Do you see the earth or not? You’re so small, so small that you don’t have to worry.

You are a temporary human being on earth so enjoy it all sun, rain, wind, hail river stones, storms, seasons, flowering, snow, leaf fall winter, animals, cats, dogs, birds.

Enjoy it please take a deep breath and enjoy it, embrace the soul with peace

but most of all dear human beings be good, do good things to be remembered for good

One day you will die.

Remember you are a temporary human being so you find peace, find peace and be good.

You will really be happy.

Matilda Miraka (C) All rights reserved by the author.

 

World Poetry Celebrates Vani Pradeep!

Ariadne’s Notes:  We celebrated the amazing Vani Pradeep, World Poetry Director (India) World Poetry Canada, Author, International Poet Motivational Consultant, Accountability Partner (Australia).

   Vani Pradeep has done so much for this Peaceathon and all of our Peace events through the years. 

I commented on her activities below and read her poem but the show was never archived. I will try to read all the poems this coming week again and hope they will be archived.

” Here is an update on the Just an update on the World Peace session planned at the University of Madras.

I have got the proposal through to the Dean of the University. He wants to take up the event as a University-wide one and has proposed the plan anytime between the last week of October or early November due to pre-planned academic sessions and exams. I will take it up then and send the session recordings and text.

Between, I have planned a Woman Centric peace session for this weekend where I have designed a self-realization Kit called the ‘I Wanna Be…’ kit — which will lead the taker into self-realization, an oath and ‘being at Peace woman’. I shall send details of this session post-weekend.

Thank You.

Peace and Love, Vani. “

 She also writes: “I have followed the UN theme for this year’s peace poem. I have poured my emotions into the poem. Kindly let me know how you will be able to accommodate the same into the radio show and into World Poetry Canada’s website. Thank you in assurance… 😊🙏👍

Continuing my peace work into the month of October.👍

Into the Furnace…

Down memory lane,

I can sense fresh air blow on my membrane,

I can breathe-in the smell of mud

as the first rains kissed Mother Earth.

 

Down memory lane,

I saw a flock of birds swim past the vast skies;

I saw a shoal of fish in the ponds to fetch food and stay together.

Boundless was the ocean in tranquility.

Down memory lane,

I saw extensive tree species and plantations

cover expansive soil.

I inhaled non-polluted air

that was safe for my existence.

 

Today, as I run into my present and

Run up for my future:

I am startled by the air that touches my skin.

Higher degrees are displayed by AQI (Air Quality Index),

as injurious gasses have been infused into the atmosphere.

I am harmed!

 

Can my children no longer play in the sands by the sea?

Polluting it with plastics and non-degradable material – is shame!

We ask blessings from Mother Earth. But, we don’t give her preservative care.

 

Today, as I run into my present and

Run up for my future:

Many species of birds are facing extinction.

No sparrows left around to show my next generation.

Oceans and seas polluted by materials that can’t be digested by it–

The Outcome: Many sea creatures dead to death.

 

Today, as I run into my present and

Run up for my future:

Mass Plantations slew the soil…

I see mass erosions; I miss fresh air;

I am trapped in floods of climate variation.

 

Flee planet earth and mount over the Moon?

Is this solution…?

 

Today, as I run into my present and

Run up for my future:

Need to ask ourselves – Why wait anymore?

By: Vani Pradeep (C) All rights reserved by the author.

Copyright © 2019

 

World Poetry Celebrated Kevin Morris!

 

Ariadne’s News! The World Poetry Cafe radio show, CFRO 100.5 FM on September 19 at 1:10 pm, PST was honoured to have the amazing and talented Kevin Morris calling in from London with his new poetry, collections and news of his collected works. A wonderful interview with him! 

I also read a long poem called Gipsy by Terry Seawell also from England about his wonderful dog.  With thanks to our great team of super-tech Victor Shwartsman, special volunteer Sharon Rowe as we celebrate our 21st year on the air. Thanks, Ariadne Sawyer, host and producer.

Listen to the show Right Now!

Kevin Morris was born in the city of Liverpool on 6th January 1969. Having attended The Royal School for the Blind and St. Vincent’s School for the Blind in Liverpool, he went on to read History and Politics at the University College of Swansea.

Having graduated with a BA (Joint Honours), and an MA in Political Theory, Kevin moved to London where he now lives and works.

Being visually impaired, Kevin uses screen reading software called Job Access with Speech (JAWS) which converts text into speech and braille, enabling him to use a Windows laptop.

Much of Kevin’s poetry is written in his home, which overlooks a historic park in Upper Norwood/Crystal Palace, a suburb of Greater London.

In August, Kevin published “The Selected Poems of K Morris. The book encompasses poems composed between 2013-19. The poems included have been selected from “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”,”My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, “Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose”, “Refractions”, and “The Girl Who Wasn’t There”.

In addition, a number of previously unpublished poems are included in this book.

The poems range from those dealing with nature to others, which touch on the passage of time and mortality.       

“The Selected Poems of K Morris” is available in paperback and Kindle formats and can be found here:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (Kindle edition),

And https://www.amazon.com/dp/1688049800/. (paperback edition).

Website: https://kmorrispoet.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/drewdog2060_

Time:

The reaper moves

In time with the pendulum.

No rush

Or fuss;

He has plenty of time.

My patient friend

Whose tick portends

My inevitable end.

You rest in state

On my bookcase.

Tick tock.

I cannot stop

Time’s scythe.

None can survive

His cut.

Though in a cupboard my clock be shut,

Death cannot be put

Aside.

The sickle chops

And the heart will, one day, stop. 

Kevin Morris (C) All rights reserved by author.