WIRJ TAUFAN

WIRJA TAUFAN

I'm Dead And Life Back

I don't like to hug the palace

Not walking on your red carpet

All the  way to the holes without life

You won't find my footprints

Will not be able to drag my death

I die and come back to life

Without the shadow of your lies

Democracy is wrapped in thousands of scents

Tekateki, weapons, intoxicating kisses

In labyrinths and colorless holograms, my children

Lost fireflies

Chanting the rights of his ancestors, over the house lost land and cities

Burn in your hand

I die and come back to life

Leave my destiny in vowels and consonants

Signals that bulge without substances

Destroys your veins

Without prayer, without flowers and a thousand kisses

Walking Together

I admire flowers and trees

Seeing dreams floating from the stalk

and the shoots

Light up on thousands of tears

Let's walk together. Leave the inscription

without footprints. Give a smile from the pain

Pieces of the day, with empty hours

Creeping into a trembling wound

Up to a horizontal line in the sun

We revive the hands

where there is no light. So you can feel hugs and kisses

In the rain and dance of flowers and trees

Our children swim in the river of goodness

Without thorns without the slightest pain

We live, walk together. Make a dream

back to shine. Raise brotherhood

without hatred and revenge

Lovingly reached the sun and hugged him

Continue

I keep going

Even though people keep erasing my footprints

Keep on walking. Up to any planet and galaxy

Dream with you

Touching the morning sun in your eyes

I light a fire in my chest

Burn loneliness and smile of death

The trees light up

Light words in each room without lights

Continue to burn

Shaping a sea of color in your eyes

I keep going

Feel your warm hug

Sharpen the sky at each end of your gaze

Bringing morning every evening and your evenings

Shadow of swimming fish is also present there

Walking With You

Today I want to walk

with you. Crossing rivers, forests,

a cave in the middle of the city

Howling like a wolf

I have to keep going

With love and respect

to you. Make a boat in your dreams

sailing in a burning soul

River, forest, a cave in the middle of the city

Paint your smile and gaze

Light up spaces, doors and windows

We hold hands. The tighter

bring love with courage

Under the sky and the sun

The words are now burning. Between darkness

and shadow drops of many colors

Our love is transformed into a fireball

Replace the sun and moon

In The Death Of Every Heartbeat

I hid from their applause

Hug my tears

Without a milestone, the land is calling for me

Look for my beach, old and blue harbor

I kiss your every step. Every time

Sounds, words, like flower petals

Beat my death

I said, I will not die

History will scream my wounds in your city

No alphabet, no names of heroes

In death every heartbeat

WIRJ TAUFAN

WIRJA TAUFAN, born in Medan, Sumatra, 15 September 1961, with the name Suryadi Firdaus. Started writing poetry since 1980 in various local, national and international newspapers, the Jakarta Horizon literary magazine, the International Writer Association (IWA) Bogdani website, and the International Forum for Creativity and Honored (IFCH). His poems are widely published in the anthology of shared poetry, and have been translated into Spanish and English for joint anthology 'De Antologia Amor Enprimavera' (Amazon, 2020) and 'Anthology of Love in Spring' (Amazon, 2020), also published in Azahar literary magazine, Spain. 'Bunga, Kupu-kupu, Mimpi dan Kerinduan' are the anthologies of his single poem (Imaji, 2020). The third child of seven siblings from his parents who worked as journalists and writers, Dhalika Tadaus (deceased) and Nurlely AM (deceased), was recorded in the book 'Leksikon Susastra Indinesia' (Balai Pustaka, 2000) by Korrie Layun Rampan, 'Apa dan Siapa Penyair Indonesia' (Hari Puisi Indonesia 2017, 2018) and 'Jejak Kreatif 100 Seniman Sastrawan Sumatera Utara' (Fosad, 2018). In 1984 he received the Literature Creativity Prize in poetry from the Medan Arts Council (Dewan Kesenian Medan, DKM). In 1986 he read his poem collected in the 'Episode Mimpi' at Taman Budaya Medan (TBM). Currently residing in Medan, North Sumatra.

VERICA TADIĆ

VERICA TADIĆ

Stowaway

Through speckled

Thoughts

Emptiness is walking

Muscular

And

Bony

In green

Rucksack

It lugs

Sisyphus’

Stone

Along the spine

Of joy

Skinny

And

Pale

If it sets off

Gods will

Again

Write

A score

He will scratch

His chin

And

Shuffle

Cards for a

NEW GAME

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TRANSLATION INTO ENGLISH:  ZORICA JOVAŠEVIĆ

SLEPI PUTNIK

Kroz pegave

Misli

Korača praznina

Mišićava

I

Koščata

U zelenom

Rancu

Sizifov

Kamen

Tegli

Niz kičmu

Radosti

Mršave

I

Blede

Ako se otisne

Bogovi će

Opet

Recku

Upisati

Počešaće se

Po bradi

I za

NOVU IGRU

Karte

Promešati

Cuckoo

On another’s

Mast

It raises

A sail of feathers

It utters sounds

In the dead of time

When cutting edge

Of the brave becomes blunt

It shows its claws

With pirates skills

It scores a triumph

His halo

Will fall

In front of fireflies

It will return again

To the mouse hall

To lurk

New chance

From the ambush

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TRANSLATION INTO ENGLISH:  ZORICA JOVAŠEVIĆ

KUKAVICA

Na jarbolu

Tuđem

Barjak perja

Diže

Oglašava se

U gluvo doba

Kad  hrabrima

Oštrica otupi

Kandže pokazuje

Gusarskom veštinom

Do pobede stiže

Pred svicima

Prvim

Oreol će pasti

Vratiće se opet

U mišju rupu

Iz zasede

Novu priliku

Da vreba

Drop Of The Homeland

Of My Blood

I have already grown together

With the new spaces

And can go back no more

To the homeland of my blood,

To border the truth with the truth,

And find myself within myself.

I have run out of me like

A drop from a pierced vein,

And now I flow with the sun’s wave

Pouring down

The grate of the sky.

I have run of me like

Vision out of the eyes,

I have become the sister

Of the dawn-bearing birds,

But I am one flight late,

Always late.

I have already grown together

With new the spaces

And can go back no more

To the homeland of my blood,

To border the truth with the truth,

And find myself within myself.

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TRANSLATION INTO ENGLISH:  ZORICA JOVAŠEVIĆ

KAP IZ ZAVIČAJA KRVI

Već sam srasla

S prostorima novim

Pa ne mogu u zavičaj krvi

Da se vratim

Istinu  istinom omeđim

I sebe u sebi da nađem

Istekoh iz sebe

Kao kap iz probodene vene

Pa protičem valom Sunca

Što se niz rešetku  neba sliva

Istekoh iz sebe

Kao vid iz oka

Kad se sklapa

Orodih se sa pticama

Zoronosnim

Al’ let jedan kasnim

Uvek kasnim

Već sam srasla

S prostorima novim

Pa ne mogu u zavičaj krvi

Da se vratim

Istinu  istinom omeđim

I sebe u sebi da nađem

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VERICA TADIĆ

VERICA TADIĆ writes prose and poetry. She has been publishing contemporary poetry, haiku poems, essays, reviews, studies, stories, maxims and aphorisms in domestic and international magazines and joint publications. She is represented in eighteen anthologies. She won several literary awards. Laureate is also the prize of the „Naji Naaman“ Foundation, from Lebanon – „Honour prizes (for complete works)” , for 2018. She is an Honorary Member of the Naji Naaman House of Culture (Maison Naaman pour la Culture), from Lebanon, from 2018. She has published twelve books. Her literary works have been translated into several foreign languages: Russian, Polish, Slovakian, German, English, Spanish, Italian and Slovenian. Verica Tadić lives in Čačak, Serbia. She has been a member of the Association of Serbian Writers since 2004.

TZEMIN I. TSAI

TZEMIN I. TSAI

Life And Death In The Forest

Look at this fruit as bright red as blood, it will not just be a dream in our forest

If you want to

snatch

Between you and me

there won't be only wails

Among these vast forests, would not just conceive only one fruit like this

Had better not dare to try anything

Extinguish

That greed in your eyes

Or blood red will not only contaminate the fruit

Your claws are not as sharp as mine

Your beak is not as hard as me

Your wings and feathers are less plump than me

Your will is not as firm as mine

Your voice even is not as sad as mine

Under my scalding, ruthless eyes

This red

It's already hot as flames, crimson like fires

Not afraid of getting yourself under the fire

bring it on 

That Solitude Aegiceree Along The Lake Shore

The small trail covered with white flowers scattered on the ground

Both hands full

Is it a bending and hidden maze here?

Until the lake quietly appear

That full lotus let me can’t help but smile on the shore

But this Aegiceree is alone

Aegicerees full of the mountain were all gather together

Only this one is an exception

Perhaps it spotted the elegant lakeside

No longer mind the mockeries of the lotus

Maybe it's like the ghostly spirit of the little fish in the lake

Left alone for more than a million years here

Its reflection is lonely like a swaying tower

However, a tower is not blooming

But it did not miss a year to let the white flowers open full tree

Always after May

I separate my hands to send flowers into the pool

Then I sat down peacefully under the tree

In the quiet of this place

Let me accompany that pair of damsel-flies looking at each other

After a long time still can’t bear to leave 

New Deal

Before the New Deal

Looking at the stars from the bottom of the Jialing River

The sound of gongs and drums symbolizing dawn

Uploaded from a distant city wall

I still don’t see the person in my heart

Beard secretly added

When walking on this hard snowy road

Clothes no longer reveal the glory of the master

perhaps

Used to be addicted to fame and fortune

A labor career is as if inborn and could never be taken away

Would embark on an expedition

Like Odysseus did in the Greek mythology

April is always sunny

Flowers showy at the foot of the north and south walls

Look into the high mountains

Spring comes earlier than usual

Thick shade

The singing of the poor hires

Coming through the porch forever

Labor seems to be the spirit of high-spirited people

Carlos Saavedra Lamas

A disciplined professional in the office

A logician at the conference table

A charming host in an art gallery

The elegant man in a suit

Nobel Peace Prize 

About the Author:

TZEMIN I. TSAI

Prof. Dr. TZEMIN I. TSAI(蔡澤民博士) was born in Taiwan, Republic of China. He holds a Ph.D. in Chemical Engineering and two Masters of Science in Applied Mathematics and Chemical Engineering. He is a scholar with a wide range of expertise, while maintaining a common and positive interest in science, engineering and literatur e. Dr. Tsai is not just an accomplished poet, he is an essayist, novelist, columnist, editor, translator, academic, engineer, mathematician, and so many other things. His literary creation specializes and expertise in the description of nature, the anatomy of emotion and humanity, life writing, graphic writing, cross-domain writing and so on. Dr. Tsai has carried out a number of educational research with the development of teaching materials in his country. He has won many national literary awards. His literary works have been anthologized and published in books, journals, and newspapers in more than 40 countries and translated into more than 20 languages. Tsai is a professor of Asia University(Taiwan), editor of Reading, Writing and Teaching academic text. He also writes the long-term columns for Chinese Language Monthly in Taiwan. There are many famous poets from different countries in the world through his Chinese translations and introductions were able to be recognized by the people of China.

SUE ZHU

SUE ZHU

Crisis

Passing through a lonely track, I seen you

Striving to push the flowers out of the tiny gaps in the ground

Half staying in the shadow path.

Due to afternoon, Sun looks like me stepped into middle age

All things want to be well looked after

But hard to achieve.

Only can help by themselves

Let the feet go deeper and deeper into the soil

Try to lift the body straight up

so could keep chasing the sun light.

2. “Dream of the red rose”

By Sue Zhu (New Zealand)

Was born in 1960, my teacher

Standing on the podium all her life

Keen to teach the subject of Marriage and Love.

Does not believe in celibacy

and topic focus on “love” all the time

She’s single until now.

To celebrate her birthday

Specially went with a bouquet of roses

She whispered to me several times:

“In my dream, received red roses last night

Tasty petals in the bunches

Feeling I’m beautiful first time

Remember the narrow poor yard

where I lived when I was eighteen

Couldn’t afford to find a little place to plant even just a rose.

To My Daughter

In one afternoon

I wrote a long letter and sent a gift to You, my daughter

who are far away from me and just turned 16 years old

The choice apples throughout the ages

with their origins marked out one by one

One is from the distant East Eden

And a golden apple burning in a wedding banquet

Still another one handed into the dwarf’s window by an old lady

There is one that once appeared in Socrates’ class

There is also an imaginary one set by Fromm’s goal that he was to try to jump up to reach

There is still another one discarded away by the careless Charlie,

just waking up Newton who was meditating

Besides there is one that once went across the Sahara Desert with a traveller

Another one is a token of love under the apple tree outside the fence in 1942

And there is still one more from the garden, which we have been cultivating together

Those apples have their own aromas

which can be made into a uniquely flavored jam

Accompanying you for your whole life

Have a good journey

ENGLISH TRANSLATOR: JIMMY WEI (NEW ZEALAND)

The Wind Chime

Staring out of the window all afternoon

A birthday gift hanging under the roof

Given to him by his mother years ago

from the city too far to reach

It banned half of her life

Home extremely penniless

It stands out, looks luxurious

But unable to get along with

The wonderful ringtones

reminded him of visions

Again, again and again

Heart beat counts times, the wind returns

He knows it will be the long trip

need to cross the mountains to see those flowers

He admires the little woman with slim waist

Journey was shorter than his

Keep watching it  in despair

No matter from which point of view

They look like a pair of similar creation

By God's hands

SUE ZHU

SUE ZHU, New Zealand Chinese poet and painter. She used to be TV presenter in China, now lives in Auckland,  She is a member of the poetry institute of China, The NZ–China Association, NZ Poem Art Association Incorporated, honorary director of the US-China Cultural Association, A director of one international company ltd,   One of the founders of “All Souls Poetry” club,  An Editor and advisor for more than 20 Chinese poetry clubs and magazines in China, USA and New Zealand. Her poems and painting were published in Chinese main newspapers and magazines such as People’s Daily, Poem Selection Magazine, Chinese Poets, China Daily and international media such as World Journal, International Daily News, Italy IMMAGINE & POESIA. Some of her poems were translated into English, French, Macedonia, Hindi and Albic languages and published in counties including USA, Canada, New Zealand, Singapore, Indonesia, Japan and Italy .... She is a multi-award winner in the Chinese national poetry competitions. In the Year 2019 she was awarded the certificate of Munir Mezyed Foundation for Arts and Culture.