chips and poetries
Λέσχη Ανάγνωσης Ποίησης Νευροκοπίου
Τετάρτη 18 Σεπτεμβρίου 2024
Γυρίζει ασταμάτητα...
του νόμου ο τροχός
Μετά τη μπόρα, ανοίγει ο καιρός.
Ώσπου τα μάτια σου
ν' ανοιγοκλείσεις, θα πετάξει
τα λασπωμένα ρούχα του ο κόσμος.
Χιλιάδες μίλια τριγύρω
απλώνεται
ωραίο, χρυσοκέντητο τοπίο.
Γλυκό αγέρι. Γελαστά λουλούδια.
Ψηλά στα δέντρα, μέσα
στις φυλλωσιές που λαμπυρίζουν
πιάνουν τραγούδι όλα τα πουλιά.
Ξανανιωμένοι ορθώνονται ζώα κι άνθρωποι.
Τι άλλο θα 'τανε πιο φυσικό;
Μετά την πίκρα, η Ευτυχία θα 'ρθει.
~Χο Τσι Μινχ
(Γραμμένο στη φυλακή)
Τρίτη 25 Ιουνίου 2024
The Man of Sorrows
Darkness is not the absence of light
That would be too simple
Is more uncontrollable and sinister
Not a place but the void
I was there once
More than once
And although I could not see or hear
You were there
Waiting
Because the darkness is not dark to you
At least not always
You wept
Not because your friend was dead
But because soon you would be
And because we couldn't understand it
Or didn't want to
Or both
The coming darkness was too deep for us to grasp
But then so is the light
One had to come before the other
It was always that way with you
It still is
Tears fell from your eyes and then ours
Before every light in the world went out
and time itself wanted to die with you
I go back to that place sometimes
Or rather it comes back to me uninvited
The night was eternal
Until it wasn't
Bitter and unsweet
Somehow the bitter remained in the sweet and has never gone away
You told us it will be like that
Not with your words but how you lived
The Man of Sorrows acquainted with grief
That grief wasn't what we wanted to see
So we tried to look away and in so doing fulfilled your very essence
One from whom people hide their faces
But soon we couldn't hide from it anymore
Than we could stop the Sun from setting
Or rising
I remember you wishing there could be another way
And looking back I do too
I still don't know why it has to be this way
The bitter often mingled with the sweet
Maybe I never will
At least not this side of...
~ Mary Magdalene's monologue
written by Tyler Thompson for The Chosen series (season 4-episode 7)
Τρίτη 7 Μαΐου 2024
Σε ήχο γ'
Τὸν νυμφῶνα σου βλέπω, Σωτήρ μου, κεκοσμημένον καὶ ἔνδυμα οὐκ ἔχω, ἵνα εἰσέλθω ἐν αὐτὼ· λάμπρυνόν μου τὴν στολὴν τῆς ψυχῆς, Φωτοδώτα, καὶ σῶσον με.
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Οι συγκλονιστικότεροι στίχοι που έχω διαβάσει ποτέ...
Πέμπτη 4 Ιανουαρίου 2024
Δυστυχώς
Κάποιος άλλος έχει μπει
Στη σκληρή σου την καρδιά
Και την ζωή σου
Δυστυχώς
Μούχεις φέρει την ντροπή
Κι ας ήμουνα καλός εγώ μαζί σου
Με άλλον φεύγεις δυστυχώς
Στη σκοτεινή σου την ματιά τοχω διαβάσει
Μα σαν περάσει ο καιρός
Θα ξαναέρθεις δυστυχώς
Μα δυστυχώς κι εγώ θα σ έχω πια ξεχάσει
Σαγαπώ πάρα πολύ
Και πολύ πάρα πολύ θα υποφέρω
Μα θαρθει
Κάποια μέρα δεν μπορεί
Που θα λέω πού σε είδα πού σε ξέρω
Με άλλον φεύγεις δυστυχώς
Στη σκοτεινή σου την ματιά τοχω διαβάσει
Μα σαν περάσει ο καιρός
Θα ξαναέρθεις δυστυχώς
Μα δυστυχώς κι εγώ θα σ έχω πια ξεχάσει
Δευτέρα 18 Δεκεμβρίου 2023
Poem for love
Without a bass, a bass, a bass without a drum
Can you imagine the night, the night, the night without the moon
And when the daylight comes, it comes, but it comes without you?
See you are the song, the bass, the drum, the moon
You are the song to
Remember me, remember you, discover you
And the world is and we are so in move
So you run towards the new day rising in the distance
And you walk away from the days that found and fought you
You always seem to hear God when it comes
Even when it comes from the millions of voices that call to you
You are a rose that blooms for a second chance on the all of the seasons
A wave that breaks on a shore left for decades deserted
You make me feel like you waited for us to exist
We are a translation of a perfection that just is
So take this hand from me,
Show me to your world
Your love can paralyze my feels of falling
Carry my heart slow, see
See, I swear where you go, I'll follow
See into my soul
And I will take you home to love you
Coz this is a poem for love
Got to find my way with this one
To see the things I'm not great
All it leaves is a world falling apart
Falling into the deepest part of my heart
I can take my time
The life won't, won't just pass me by
I'ma stop tracing outlines
See this is the beauty of flowers growing underneath the sunshine
Wine takes the grapes, grapes make the wine
And the wine breaks, breaks, breaks my veins
I see my, my name inscribing concrete walls
A day beyonds and centuries beyond
I can take myself away but not be gone
If I see my mind, hope on this time
Read the book each page and line by line by line
I can take my time or day to time
I speak my mind, I speak it all high
I speak this rhyme this time and never again, never again
Imagine the bass, the bass, the bass without the drum
Can you imagine the night, the night, the night without the moon
And when the daylight comes, it comes, but it comes without you?
See you are the song, the bass, the drum, the moon
You are the song to
Remember me, remember you, discover you
And the world is and we are so in move
Show me to your world
Bring this dance alive
Your love can paralyze my feels of falling
Carry my heart slow
I swear where you go, I'll follow
See into my soul
And I'll take you home to love you, love you, love you
I'll follow you yeah, I'll follow you yeah, yea
I'll follow you, I'll follow you, I'll follow you, I'll follow
Τετάρτη 17 Νοεμβρίου 2021
Θα πάρω μιαν ανηφοριά / θα πάρω μονοπάτια
Γεια σας αδέλφια… Γεια σας λεβέντες… Ελπίζω να ‘μαι ο τελευταίος που εκτελούν… Αδέλφια συνεχίστε τον αγώνα. Εγώ βαδίζω στην αγχόνη γελαστός, αποφασιστικός και υπερήφανος.
Τετάρτη 17 Ιουνίου 2020
O Captain! my Captain!
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
~by Walt Whitman~
Στον πιο θαυμαστό άνθρωπο που γνώρισα ποτέ, τον Βασίλη Γιαννόπουλο, αντιστράτηγο ε.α. & τέως δήμαρχο Κ. Νευροκοπίου, που έχασε την τελευταία μάχη, αλλά κέρδισε με το σπαθί του μια θέση στο πάνθεον των ηρώων της δικής μου Ελλάδας.
Καλή αντάμωση Κάπταιν. Ο Θεός να αναπαύσει την υπέροχη ψυχή σου. 🙏