A poem by Ana Stjelja
Ana Stjelja was born on 14th of August 1982 in Belgrade, Serbia. She graduated in Turkish language and literature 2005 on Faculty of philology at Belgrade University. She's student of postgraduate studies, the title of her thesis is '' The divine and human in the works of Jalal'din Rumi and Yunus Emre''.She published three books of poetry: ’’Moira’’ (2002), ’’Atavi’’ (2004), ’’Eden&Had’’ (2006). She ’s writing essays about art, theatre, travels. Many of her works were published in various serbian magazines, so as foreign online magazines. She’s writing poetry, in Serbian, English, Turkish and Spanish, so as haiku poetry. She translated several poems of Yunus Emre from Turkish to Serbian. Since 2007, she’s a member of Association of Writers of Serbia. She's also a member of World Poets Society.
Ana Stjelja's website can be found at http://www.anastjelja.4t.com
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ETERNITY
Restless soul, my poor soul,
you should stand poet in me,
like the magician and crystal ball
exploring eternity.
Dreamy heart, my tiny heart,
you should feed the ghost in me
like the puzzle, part by part,
solving eternity.
Shiney eyes, my only eyes,
you should see the child in me
like the universe and blue skies
reaching eternity.
Sensuous being, my lonely being,
you should beat temptation in me
like the sin and apple tree
losing eternity.
by Ana Stjelja
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Three poems by Don Schaeffer
Don Schaeffer established Enthalpy Press and has published 5 chap books including "Time Meat" and "The Word Cow and the Pig O' Love." ISBN series: 0-9687017 Recent poetry has been published in The Writers Publishing, Lilly Lit, Burning Effigy Press, "Understanding Magazine," "Melange," "Tryst," "Quills," and others. His first book of poetry, Almost Full" was published by Owl Oak Press early in the summer of 2006. He holds a Ph.D. in Psychology from City University of New York (1975) and lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba with his wife, Joyce.
Should you wish to obtain a copy of the featured book or other publications by Don Schaeffer please use the following link:
Enthalpy Press http://members.shaw.ca/enthalpypress
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Meditation on a Nutcracker
Ours is bone
theirs is wood.
They made a wooden
case for their pithy
life. Our jelly
life is in a
case of dense
crystal.
With my hammer
I broke the wood
and took out
the wrinkled
hardened pith
the whole thing
looks like it was
fashioned by
Giapetto.
Ours breaks like an
eggshell and our
ameoboid bubbly life
oozes.
What the Gunmen Said in a Dream
When the gunmen came
they told me now
you live in my heart.
Showed me strange
x-ray pictures of
you. I asked them if
they feed you well
in my heart.
Afternoon of a Faun
I thought my nap
after a long walk in the snow
had propelled me into Monday morning
when it was really only afternoon.
I woke up feeling
how gently time slipped under me.
I was playing Debussy
while I lay here
after a dose of poetry from my magazine.
It was delicious
the soft slippage
of time through my sleep.
by Don Schaeffer
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