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“A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.” -Jean Cocteau
December Poets: Eftichia Kapardeli, Tatjana Debeljacki, James Toma, Alexis Roeckner, Matthew Harris, Walter
William Safar, and B.M. Mozimo
Eftichia Kapardeli
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“Eftichia Kapardeli was born in Athens, Greece and lives in Patras. She has written poetry, stories,topics, Xai-kou,
essays, and novels. She is a soprano in the chorus and gratuated from The Deparment of Journalism A.K.E.M Recent Posts
(Athenian center vocational education). Eftichia has participated in many educational seminars. She know H/Y 7
programs ,English and Italian, classic Kithara ,and has studied right voice . She served as the guide in the body of ~Welcome to the 2nd Edition
Hellenic girl scouts and is also a volunteer firewoman. Eftichia has participated in many programs including being of ItsGoLdenMag.org~
a Like listener student in which she followed the 2004 Department of Filology at University of Patras. She has
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been rewarded in panhellenics competitions that include poetry,topics, stories, Novels,fable,xai you . She take
Lisa Crump
sdiscernement in her book *secret march*(novel) From D.E.E.L and *sikeliana 2006* (salamina) UNESCO Her work
Poetry: What’s The Use??!!!! -
publication in magazines in Literaries The first poetics collections is *confindings of secrets* and *light* She is
Lisa Crump
have one paper in university of cyprus {the creek civilication} She is member in world poets society{w.p.s}the
official website is http://world-poets.blogspot.com/, member P.E.L in greecehttp://www.panelog.grmember Next Edition will launch 12/20/11
internasional writers associations president Teresinka pereira Adress and member Pegasus Literary Society Welcome to ItsGoLdenmag.org
http://agronshelewps.webs.com/MEZONOS 229 TK 26222 TELEphone 2610-338248 6973930402 INTERNET :
htt://durabond.ca/gdouridas/poetryArkadia.html e-mail: kapardeli@gmail.com kapardeli@mailbox.gr ”
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December 2011
INNOCENCE November 2011
October 2011
The opponents have receded
Categories
The poisons human mind
They ruined ths reality Uncategorized
They left back destruction
*** Categories
In the ruins i found
Uncategorized
The chased innocence
Above in piles from stones
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Just as fat drops of rain
Invade from everywhere
In the old house that
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In the ruins refugein
Alive a new child ItsGoLden Literary
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A rosy promise
Chastity and youth
Was rescued.
ONE SWEET WHITE LIGHT
..A sweet
white Light
Smile Aurora
a flame
the torch of life.
A sweet white
light
the heavy winter
leafing through
the Heart …… …
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To keep warm Volpato.
A sweet
white Light
Cover the tender
Your Body
with kisses and tears.
A sweet
white Light
Angel Tears
in the eyes of children …
when hands
the cast to tired
hands of parents
A sweet
white
Light
in New
worlds
tirelessly
the hope of looking for
ΕΛΠΙ∆ΑΣ ΞΗΜΕΡ ΜΑ
Θα έρθει η Ανατολή
και λεύτερη η Ελπίδα
θ΄ ανοίξει
σαν το πουλί τα
φτερούγια της
σε τόπους µακρινούς να
πάει µυστικά να ζήσει
∑τεριά θα βρει
κάτω απ΄ τα άστρα
κάτω απ΄ τον ήλιο Follow
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εσένα ψάχνει
∑το βλέµµα σου
ξεχώρισα
λεύτερη την ελπίδα
κάνε υποµονή
Θα έρθει η Ανατολή
HOPE
EAST
It comes East
and free Hope
i open
like the bird
wings
at sites distant to
Secrets to go live
Land will find
underneath the stars
under the sun
you looking
In your eyes
singled
free hope
patience
It comes East
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Tatjana Debeljački
Tatjana Debeljački, was born on 23.04.1967 in Užice. Tatjana writes poetry, short stories, stories and haiku. She
currently is a member of Association of Writers of Serbia -UKS since 2004 and Haiku Society of Serbia – HDS
Serbia, HUSCG – Montenegro and HDPR, Croatia. A member of Writers’ Association Poeta, Belgrade since 2008,
HKD Croatia since 2009 and a member of Poetry Society “Antun Ivanošić” Osijek since 2011. Deputy of the main
editor (cooperation with magazines & interviews). http://diogen.weebly.com/redakcijaeditorial-board.html Editor
of the magazine “Poeta”, published by Writers’ Association “Poeta” http://www.poetabg.com/ Union of Yugoslav
Writers in Homeland and Immigration – Belgrade, Literary Club Yesenin – Belgrade.Up to now, she has published
four collections of poetry: “A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS “, published by ART – Užice in 1996; collection of poems
“YOURS“, published by Narodna knjiga Belgrade in 2003; collection of haiku poetry “VOLCANO”, published by
Lotos from Valjevo in 2004. A CD book “A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS” published by ART in 2005, bilingual SR-EN
with music, AH-EH-IH-OH-UH, published by Poeta, Belgrade in 2008.Her poetry and haiku have been translated
into several languages. Email/Websites/Blogshttp://debeljacki.mojblog.rs/
SLIKE PHOTOS
NE VOLI DO NOT LOVE
NE SPALJUJ DO NOT BURN
NE DOZIVLJAVAJ DO NOT LIVE THROUGH
NE VOLI IH DO NOT LOVE THEM
NE SPALJUJ IH DO NOT BURN THEM
NE DOZIVLJAVAJ IH DO NOT LIVE THROUGH THEM
VOLI IH LOVE THEM
SPALJUJ IH BURN THEM
DOZIVLJAVAJ IH LIVE THROUGH THEM
VOLI, SPALJUJ,DOZIVLJAVAJ LOVE, BURN, LIVE THROUGH
DOZIVLJAVAJ, SPALJUJ, VOLI LIVE THROUGH, BURN, LOVE
SPALJUJ, DOZIVLJAVAJ BURN, LIVE THROUGH
VOLI, NE VOLI IH, VOLI IH. VILI, DO NOT LOVE THEM, LOVE THEM.
I VOLI I SPALJUJ I DOVLJAVAJ AND LOVE AND BURN AND LIVE THROUGH THEM
DOZIVLJAVAJ VOLI SPALJUJ IH-NE? LIVE THROUGH LOVE BURN THEM – NO?
HIM
THE GREEN LETTER Follow
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Yes, the wound made by words hurts the same as the physical wound,
Friends have convenient words for you
and they are ready to listen to you
their hearts are always open for you, but where are they when they’re needed most?
HER
THE RED LETTER
I am your friend and be delighted by that fact,
I forgive you for
Making ahole in the fence (heart), bitter residue
Of anger is all of that
Experience with the man in the world without God, forgive me, I see you as
A man, I see you naked in front of me in the sunlight,
I’ll stay faithful to the end, follow my shadow in the
Night.
Witness with nice name
Give me your hard hands
you take mine light ones.
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James Toma
James Toma is a poet residing in Silver Spring, Maryland. He sometimes goes by his pen name, “Jamztoma.”
James loves reading, writing, and listening to Top 10 music. He was born and raised in Pago Pago, American
Samoa.
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Darkness is my light
Rain is my sunshine
My enemy is my friend
Curse is my blessing
The cold is my warmth
Pain is my pleasure
The master is my slave
Life is my deathbed
Honesty is my deceiver
My bruises are my kisses
The joker is a killjoy
Ballads are my ditties
Losing is my gaining
My innocence is my filth
Religion is my science
My home is my prison
Beasts are still friends
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Junk is still treasure
Saints are still sinners
The world’s fools are God’s sages
Ice burns like fire
The ocean is like Heaven
A criminal is a martyr
Great sex is no sex
25 feels like the elderly
THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
Sign a card
mail your heart
to the one you love…
Kiss the snow
if you can
as it falls from above…
These simple things you do
Simple things, simple moves
These memories you knew
fondest ones you would not lose
All in the holiday spirit
Deck the tree
feeling happy
singing carols all day…
Give a gift
give a dream
give yourself away…
These simple things you do
Simple things, simple moves
these memories you knew
fondest ones you would not lose
All in the Christmas spirit
But who’s the guy behind all this?
But who’s the guy behind all this?
Angel came
Girl obeyed
And He was made…
That one night
the King arrived
not on a bed but on hay…
This simple King, this simple King
That’s his story, He’s our glory
He’s our King, He’s our everything
That’s his honor, He’s our Savior
And He’s the reason why:
We sign these cards
and mail our hearts
to the ones we love
Kiss the snow
if we can
as it falls from above
Deck a pine tree
while feeling happy
and carol all day
Give these gifts
give these dreams
and give ourselves away
All in the Christmas spirit
All in His spirit
YOUR SCIENCE
Into the nights
Into the days
I find it exhaustive
And not the same
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This love of ours
It’s just not working
Just not growing
It’s all a waste
Your science
Your gravity
Your oxygen
Your chemistry
I have no use for them you see?
You’re a pathogen
A malady
A no-use presence
A death disease
I must rid myself of you please!
I have to soar
To let go of all strings
The complete disasters that are you
I’m sorry but I need some air
I am about to drown in despair
Your electricity
Your batteries
Your compass
Your IV
Just don’t work anymore on me
I’m a subject
I’m a study object
Of your suffocating romance
Your science
Your gravity
Your oxygen
Your chemistry
I have no use for them you see?
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Alexis Roeckner
Alexis Roeckner, 20, was born and raised in the beautiful city of Cave Creek, Arizona and has been writing since
she was four years old. By the age of fourteen she had written seven books, two of which were unofficially put
into paperback and sold to raise funds for Heifer International (http://heifer.org/). Alexis currently studies
sustainability at Arizona State University, and lives in Glendale, Arizona with her cat Gypsy.
Starving
We’re all starving, really.
It’s not about fulfillment or detail
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and equality?
Forget about it.
There are no lines
nor escorts to tables
where your order is taken cheerfully
and you watch others eat their fill.
Instead
banquets hidden behind the flurry
of hands are
enclosed in one corner.
In another
lie emaciated bodies
that lift their eyes from the floor
every now and then
as they wait for their servers to
come.
We’re all starving, really,
because those who have food
will grab all they can
without
a backwards glance.
And those who don’t
will eye the feast
from below,
obvious of the knowledge
that they are not the
only ones
who are hungry.
Burning
Burn this once you have finished reading it.
Offer this scramble of words to the flames
and watch the blaze
weaken
letter after letter
until only lifeless ashes remain.
Ignore the whispers
that surely sear the tendons
nearest to your heart,
and smile if the unyielding smoke in your mind
refuses to dissolve.
Allow these feelings to smolder
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and glow
and intensify
and I promise you
that these words
will not
be the only ones facing annihilation.
Feed this to the flames
when your lust-filled eyes
have stopped touching it.
Yearn for the blaze to grow higher
and louder until its roar is sufficient
yet still and calm and steady.
Scream for a brighter flame,
for thicker smoke,
for unbearable heat,
and let no drop of tears or sweat
come near your pitiful shrine.
Grind your fingers to and fro
until the blood runs down your hands
and I promise you
that I will laugh through the barricade
and that the wall of water between us
will make Hell itself seem cold.
Burn these words.
Burn them in the creation you take no credit for
until their letters peal and rupture
through rotting wood.
Leap further into the fire until
your silhouette is lost within the smoke
and I promise you
I promise you now
that the scars will strengthen
a force you have wanted to ignore,
and you will sink further than I did
when you seized my hand
and dragged me through
to the other side.
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Matthew Harris
“Let me state the obvious that i like to write, ideally a thought provoking diatribe versus some string of words
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circumlocutious loopy nippy nap noopy introduction composed at night in tandem with more’n a chink in the ham
bone and armor of this rusty yet trusty ole knight! Born aloft in sin er rather Cincinnati, Ohio ad nineteen hundred
and fifty nine where after one year father and late mother moved with an older sister of mine to levittown,
audubon (where younger sister completed harris family, then one last heave ho to Collegeville, Pennsylvania
where the majority of my growing up years passed with trials and tribulations to boot galore that left psychic pock
marks that affect my psycho/social well being. As a rather demure, fawning, joking, lithe pipsqueak, i found
solace in low key quiet activities such as playing piano, reading, and using this over active imagination to
populate an existence devoid of numerous friends.”
SANTA LETTER TO THE PUNIM – 2011______
DEAR SHANA AUBREY HARRIS from SANTA AND HIS REINDEER
WHO DECIDED TO REIGN IN THE PRANCING CREW FOR TIME TO SPARE
A SHORT NOTE SITTING ON HIS CLAW FOOTED POTTY IN HIS UNDERWEAR
WHICH LOSE ELASTICITY AS ME GIRTH EXPANDS
WITH EACH PASSING YEAR
MY EYES BUBBLED UP WITH BLISSFULNESS AND A STRAY TEAR
WHICH HEARTFELT EMOTION FROM YOUR NOTE I WANTED TO SHARE
THOUGH FAN MAIL FROM COUNTLESS KIDS FAR AND/OR WIDE NOT RARE!
THE BEST GIFT THAT WOULD REALLY TOUCH MY SOUL AND HEART
WOULD BE FOR YOU & EDEN TO MAKE AN EFFORT TO REMAIN PART
OF THE FAMILY BY ACCEPTING EACH OTHER AS THE PLACE TO START!
THOUGH DASHED OFF WITH A COMET LIKE BLITZ,
YOUR NOTE TOUCHED ME TO THE QUICK
RATHER THAN ADDRESS ME AS SANTA CLAUS JUST CALL ME SAINT NICK
OR JOLLY HANDY DANDY RED SUITED FELLOW IF THAT DOES CLICK!
OTHER PEARLS OF WISDOM, I WISH TO OFFER SUCH A LASS AS THEE
OFFER KINDNESS TOWARD OTHERS AS RENOWN BY (WHO ELSE) BUT ME
WHICH COMPASSION CONTRIBUTES GOODNESS EVERYONE WOULD AGREE!
NOW TIS TIME TO WHIP UP THE MOTLEY CREW
AND AWAIT THE TWINKLE AS CHILDREN SKIP TO THEIR LOU
UPON UNEXPECTED SURPRISES
AND LAUGHING NON STOP I NEARLY GO POO
WHICH MATTER THIS BEARDED FELLOW MUST ATTEND
LEST HE BE MISTAKEN FROM AN ANIMAL FROM THE ZOO!
The deadly scourge of one obsessive/compulsive disorder
anorexia nervosa absent bulimia nadir of onset sans schizoid behavior
which agonizingly slow suicide via self starvation
maelstrom within psyche of self as prepubescent lad
(particularly devastating to immediate family members)
as emaciation pitted existential revulsion from unseen wuthering heights
nearly wrung death knell
annihilating fragile entity christened matthew scott
with preemtory imprimatur yielding covalent bond to life
readily obvious to kith and kin
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via zorro like signature per profound perilous depressive psychological state.
now – at about eight + forty years from attaining rank of centenarian
perfect 20/20 hindsight
offers supreme advantage from said current earlier chronological crisis
theorizing numerous educated guesses
within mind of this middle progeny and sole sol
(of boyce and the late harriet harris)
why he willfully hurtled his flesh at light speed down the abyss toward death.
literal and physical lightness of being
manifested within nooks and crannies
prior to full blown symptoms
to eliminate sustenance
drawing the curtain on brief residence
way before high noon of life.
metamorphosis from boyhood into man
found solace in attempting to keep at bay
natural cycle
which transformation grieved me
to pine for nostalgic childhood’s end (albeit one fraught with romanticism)
vengefully interpreted attempt
to halt dead in the tracks intervention of mother
whose nursing experience helped fend off passive attempt
to promulgate passive silent plan to fruition.
she whipped various nutritious concoctions in the blender
to ensure minimal essentials to this (i readily admit) famished body
in conjunction with applying vital supplements into
one or the other bony gluteus maximus
thru fuel injection
which submissiveness to acquiesce and bare my buttocks
did absolutely nothing to squelch death wish.
I inexorably overcame this eat disorder to go on a deadly hunger strike
which essentially constitutes a declaration of independent control
despite horrendous craving for food jabbed innards like a pike
bifurcated psychic division to live ousted coeval death wish sans goal
seize yore per reminiscent of blissful childhood over flooded self made dike
engendering propensity to catapult over abysmal emotional hole
and way before the invention of facebook, I mentally clicked like
to fight the mailer daemons that part of me healthy development stole.
imprimatur indelibly etched decades after bout with passive exit from life
crimp on psycho/social skills plus stunted physical growth cuts like a knife
affecting mental health with panic attacks and anxiety although existence
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Running your bath water, for when you return.
As you lay here in my warm embrace,
So close, yet so far away,
I’ll be patient ‘cos I know someday,
You’ll open up to me, and speak again.
I know your heart is in so much pain.
You see their faces; your friends, the slained.
I know that things may never be the same;
With time, I pray your sorrow fades.
But until then, know that I am here
With my heart wide open, and
However long you took to heal,
By your side, always, I’ll be.
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Harrel Conner on November 10, 2011 at 3:00 am said:
Awesome site! Thank you for providing this forum for expression!
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Simone on November 13, 2011 at 2:02 am said:
This is such a great set of work. I love that you poets are from diverse backgrounds in
interests. Keep up the good work!
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ebony on November 13, 2011 at 10:19 pm said:
inspirational and entertaining poems! James Toma’s poem and the Nigerian Boboye’s poem were my
favorite to read… Keep up the good work guys! I wish I could see pictures of each poets next to their
work
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James Toma on November 23, 2011 at 5:01 pm said:
hey Ebony,
thanks. i want to thank God and Ms. Crump for this as well.
jt
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boboye-mary on November 24, 2011 at 1:40 am said:
thanks ebony! for the words of encouragement, and thanks to Ms. Lisa Crump for creating
such an amazing magazine.
Boboye M
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Kiratiana on November 14, 2011 at 9:20 pm said:
Congrats on compiling such amazing work. How did you get in contact with all of these people? How
did you find them?
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Ashanti Alise on November 15, 2011 at 10:12 pm said:
Thank you for bringing together such great content. I’m very impressed! Keep up the good work.
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Conrad on November 20, 2011 at 4:07 am said:
A word says it all,grreat!
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KAPARDELI EFTICHIA on November 23, 2011 at 1:42 pm said:
Very good work
The poet each separately with personal approach
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Phrank Asamoah on December 9, 2011 at 6:21 am said:
Mary Boboye, I really enjoyed ur poem especially “The Williow”….I really pray ur book gets published
soon cos u got a lot to gv to the world….
Nd James urs too was awesome I really luvd the one titled “Kiss”….u guys shd go for gold!!!
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James Toma on December 12, 2011 at 11:00 pm said:
I’m glad that you enjoyed “Kiss” Asamoah, thanks for the encouragement. To fellow poet
Boboye, we did it!!! Hooray!!! Thanks to Ms. Crump and the Lord above too. God bless all,
jt
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KAPARDELI EFTICHIA on December 19, 2011 at 9:07 pm said:
Amazing!!!!!!!!!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND HAPPY NEW YEAR
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