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DON'T TOUCH MY HOMELAND
Don't touch my
homeland, the lake of my tears
not graves, not
doorstep you spit on,
the clay is full of
dead bodies.
Don't dishonour my
ancestral land
like vultures you
grab someone's eyes,
you too were fed
from these breasts.
Don't toss your
arrows,
don't darken my
father's names,
don't break the
white dove's wing,
peonies grew from
her wounds.
To stop what was
meant to be,
how many of your
rules it takes
oh you, far-away
justice of God's court?
The old monarch
beats stronger in the church's bell,
with a sickle he
mows the poisoned seeds which grow,
here he talks and
cries in the darkness.
The exhausted land
shivers in agony,
won't let the
bitter absinth to grow
it curses and
sprouts and is ashamed of you.
Don't touch my
homeland, my chancels
don't point your
fingers in God's altar.
Like the stars
lifted up from ashes
our burned out eyes
will light the skies again,
here's where
children pray are Christened
moan and pray Our
Father
For ages my
prophets expand the incense here
for stabbed cord
and saint bones,
and my land, now
you're a deep crypt.
They don't know
what they're doing, You forgive them
warmth and tear
from my eye.
Don't touch my
homeland!
Copyright Maria
Deyana © 2007
STOP, IMPERIAL'S
GALLEONS
Everywhere around
me war, death and blood
This morning in
Lebanon …
I'm not crying with
only one tear,
or hurt with only
one wound,
I cry with tears of
all mothers on this miserable world,
for everyone in the
world I pray today
Where are you
sailing, Imperial's galleons? Where?
Stop! Around me
cells and slaves.
In whose glory are
javelins upraised? And everywhere
war and blood, dead
children and graves
The moon mows with
his sharp sickle. In the dark
there are rots and
mould. Trembled night moans.
The whole world is
just a deep wound. And in silence
there waits and
yawns an empty hole
And everything is
dying. Pregnant land wantons.
And saint, broken
arms of Allah
on people's last
caterwaul
effuse the heaven's
dust
Lost mornings read
Sabbath.
In Golgotha people
kneels down in front of Christ,
yesterday and today
and new day tomorrow died,
doesn't the same
tear hurt us?
Everywhere around
me cells and slaves.
Stop Imperial's
galleons! The last thorn is playing.
Everywhere around
me dead children and graves,
while I moan:
Peace, peace, peace...
Copyright Maria
Deyana © 2007
More about Maria Deyana
Maria Deyana's
poems have been translated into English, French, Spanish and
Turkish and have
appeared in few anthologies of Serbian, Croatian,
American and
English modern literature: " "Kako pesmom da menjam
svet ," Zbornik
clanova Pelud.net ," " Moonlit Thoughts," "Songs Of Honour ," "
Seasons of Change ," " Splash Of Verse"" and have appeared in
online
anthologies.
Her literary work
are continuously published in many worldwide
electronic media,
newspapers, journals and magazines and she
writes for many
literary magazines.
She is a member of
the many writers' societies and Society for Peace:
- Society of
Yugoslavian Writers, Belgrade ( Serbia)
- World Poets
Society (W. P.S. Greece)
- Poetas del Mundo
( Chile)
- AuthorsDen ( USA)
- Udruga,Pelud.Net
( Croatia)
- International
Society of Poets ( USA)
- Society of Poems
Online ( UK)
- Bilingual MCA
Poems and Writers for Peace ( Argentina)
- World Peace
Society of Australia ( Australia)
- PoemsHunter
(France)
- World of Poets (
USA)
- Interpoetry ( UK)
- EditRed. Writing
Community ( UK)
- Beloji ( India)
- European Writers
( UK)
- Taj Mahal Review,
International Journal Devoted To Arts, Literature,
- Poetry And
Culture( India)
- Poezijascg (
Serbia and Montenegro )
Awards and
Honors:
- Nominee Poet Of
The Year" by the "Noble House Publishers"-2005
( UK)
- Nominee
"Universal Ambassador for Peace ( Geneva, Swiss-2006)"
- Nominee Poem Of
The Month", (Poezijascg, Serbia-January 2006)
- Award "Poem Of
The Month" (Udruga, Pelud.Net, Croatia-August
2006)
- Nominee "Poet Of
The Year 2006 by the "International Society Of
Poets " ( USA)
- Nominee "Poetry
Ambassador", USA National Poetry Month, The
International
Library of Poetry-2007
In the book
"Imagination of Gray Existence ", journalist, artist and
photographer Kadir
Aktay described the life of Maria Deyana. A DVD
has also been made
for this project. It was accompanied by an exhibition with
more than 30
photographs in the gallery "Julia Margaret Cameron Trust,
Dimbola Lodge
Museum , England ".
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