Category Archives: Poetry

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A dip in the Aegean

Posted on August 9, 2009 by Makednos

To my friends Yiota and Justine from the Americas When you go for a dip in the Aegean You really must wear no thoughts Without charge, without malice For the Aegean needs you copiously pure. When you make it for a dip … Continue reading →

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A Phoenix Reborn

Posted on August 16, 2009 by sofia

Mia fora kai enan kero… Once upon a time, not too long ago, for four plus centuries, successions of Ottoman Sultans reigned down like gloomy clouds, blocking sunlight from Grecian skies. Terror filled her once-free air: her rocks ached, her … Continue reading →

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A picture like you

Posted on July 30, 2009 by Makednos

You’re a silent picture of profound green offered to a man sublime instantly adorned in the nick of time by the morning dew… But this silent picture of profound blue thoughts that pitched to a last goodbye leaving loose all … Continue reading →

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Abigail

Posted on July 23, 2009 by fourikis

I was a sphinx gazing at The desert of my discontent Before I tasted your lips. After you kissed me Everything changed: The desert is a savanna now And I sing the fandangos of our love. Diasporic Associated content A … Continue reading →

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…Or, what was worse? ©

Posted on August 14, 2009 by sofia

A remarkable thing about the bodies that we saw was that nearly all of them were naked. I have been informed that the people were forced to take off their clothes before they were killed, as the Mohammedans consider the … Continue reading →

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Baby Watching

Posted on October 26, 2009 by Angela Costi

His charcoal-blue eyes burn for knowledge, they sift the world in fragments, between the bars of the cot he sees half a mother, her hand reaching the door knob again her silent escape when the music still plays those ponderous … Continue reading →

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Calliope’s Final Story

Posted on September 14, 2009 by Angela Costi

(for my paternal and maternal grandmothers) Long ago, we grew babies like markets stock fruit so many, splendid, ripe, bruised. A mother nursed her garden from bed, five cots, if lucky, for eight or nine. One bosom became the village … Continue reading →

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Follow the River

Posted on August 21, 2009 by Frederika

Let another year rest on your shoulders together with all the years past On cold winter nights there’s memories to talk about with yesterday’s music to beat in your heart Keep walking your road Diasporic Associated content love to play … Continue reading →

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H.W. – A Lonely Man

Posted on August 23, 2009 by Gabrielle

I watch your intense gaze mirroring your emotions, Feel a sorrow that life cannot always answer our deepest desires. Wasted hours seem to flee us when our souls are yearning, unfulfilled, But days pass, and new consciousness arrives. Aloneness can … Continue reading →

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Helen

Posted on July 29, 2009 by fourikis

We were ready to merge but she stopped me. ‘I haven’t finished looking at you,’ she said. Dazed in her aura She saw her image stamped deep On my molten heart. Diasporic Associated content A picture like you Helen Abigail … Continue reading →

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I Held History In My Hand

Posted on August 20, 2009 by mmorgan

Tesserae.                                                                        Diasporic Associated content love to play The Voice The song of ordinary life The Terracotta Woman The House Next To The Rose Tree ……

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love to play

Posted on August 7, 2010 by Makednos

by Iakovos Garivaldis we all love to play; with little things that life may bring, to stir the hours and our dreams and make them bland on growing old but even so, more real. Diasporic Associated content love to play … Continue reading →

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Lyrical fever

Posted on July 27, 2009 by erma

But I saw in the burning cup The gaze of a woman Her name was poetry in the fever of burning Her name was peace in the fever of demand She was named integrity in the red of remembrance She … Continue reading →

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my boy

Posted on June 17, 2009 by Makednos

Now that you’ve spent some time out there seeing futility in vain now that you’ve learned it’s not all just a game, as it sets your youthful heart please lets not drift too far apart… Diasporic Associated content love to … Continue reading →

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No Snow in December

Posted on August 22, 2009 by Fioroula

When the gaze is filled with grey-coloured dawn And anticipation, When broad, stone swords pierce the soul In this foreign land When the heart, heavy with endless silence Seeks expectation, my gaze turns To familiar places, my own, And strives to … Continue reading →

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Photographia

Posted on August 14, 2009 by ross

photographia the language of writing with light photographia is all about the light the right light it’s about the correct light! photographia is about writing writing with light, it’s about, the art of capturing the precious light! it’s all about the … Continue reading →

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PUSSY WILLOW TREE

Posted on July 22, 2009 by Gabrielle

For months I have watched you, Leafless, with winter upon you, Yet, you indestructibly stood there, Giving me hope with each new leaf Appearing under the spring sun. Diasporic Associated content love to play The Voice The song of ordinary … Continue reading →

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Rain jest

Posted on December 19, 2009 by Makednos

Level with us wicked sky, reveal the courtship you have bestowed upon a drop of rain. A morning left and we will pass, a sunset morn not far to leave, a breath in vain… Diasporic Associated content love to play … Continue reading →

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Spirit of Old

Posted on August 23, 2009 by Gabrielle

Today is a giant before me, Insurmountable, it seems, With perils of hunger, Visions of ingratitude, Friends become foes, And even the trees and nature unseen. Where before they nurtured the soul, Made each day a recall into splendour, Of … Continue reading →

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Spiritual Elders

Posted on August 29, 2009 by Christos

Night descends upon a starless sky, motionless movement gushes through an eerie silence and the trees parade in semi-circular schemes like spiritual elders from long ago speaking in inaudible lyrics bathing my tender soul in a symphony of ancient oracles, … Continue reading →

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Stopover in Dubai

Posted on September 27, 2009 by Makednos

We came only for a stopover in Dubai to get a taste of the fervour of man to get a glimpse of our distance from the sky and touch that heat of man’s achievements or feel the depth of sea-beater designs. Diasporic Associated content … Continue reading →

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The Blood Rose and the Artichoke Heart

Posted on September 22, 2009 by Angela Costi

(for my Grandfather, Pappou Angeli) Epping: 20 stations too far from the city, where trains screech, The end of the line! (passengers prefer not to get off) where factory workers starve, where paddocks harvest wild thistles, horned weeds (daisy-fed cows … Continue reading →

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The Clocks That Have Not Been Taken Down

Posted on April 14, 2010 by Andrea Demetriou

Yesterday I watched an interview about Cyprus on TV, This made me think about the Green Line It made me remember that our houses have been deserted; That someone threw our personal belongings In the rubbish bin twenty-two years ago; … Continue reading →

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The Duchess Of Alba On South Street©

Posted on August 23, 2009 by sofia

I saw the Duchess of Alba at the checkout counter of  The Whole Foods food market on South Street, today. She was here in Philadelphia, miles from Madrid, —and Goya, was bagging her wares. Mesmerized, I stared straight at her … Continue reading →

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The House Next To The Rose Tree

Posted on April 14, 2010 by Andrea Demetriou

Perhaps we shall always be captives of a prophecy We shall never nonetheless Walk into the rose garden,* I No longer anticipate in vain The house next to the rose tree The bliss that was abruptly abducted from me I … Continue reading →

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