Thousand times

UNITED POETS LAUREATE INTERNATIONAL  ( UPLI )

                     1^st INTERNATIONAL POETRY PRIZE

                                     ΄΄ in Greek poetry ΄΄

Why do you think, that you will die only once …..

When you did not ask, all apologies you were supposed you will ask.

When you did not say, all the times you were supposed you say I love you,

for all those, that you did not anticipate or did not want to live,

for those dreams, you were afraid to realise.

For the yards that you did not play as young child,

for the mountains that you did not go up,

for the seas you did not swim,

for the streets you did not walk,

for the songs, you never did not sing.

Because, 

With the pain you did not cry,

with the joy you were not happy,

with the teardrop you were not refreshed,

With the wish you did not remember.

Why do you think then, that you will die only once …..

Too late

Vert late,

To cru again for what we have lost.

For what we let other take away from us

Due to fear not to lose more.

Perhaps out lives,

Perhaps the tomorrow.

But what tomorrow, when we today

Have learned to forget the yesterday

And yesterday

We were afraid of today.

Too late

To cry again for what we have lost

Let us cry,

For all those we have not done yet

And that we will never do.

Let us cry.

Heroes for the heroers

Come,

Let us not sleep tonight,

Let us not eat sweat bread

Let our lips dry

It doesn’t matter.

Let us go up to the peak

Let us get tired

Let us pray

For those that left

For those who had dreams

they didn’t live, come

let us overnight there

in the snow in the cold

under the stars

with the thought to them.

To them who gave us freedom

In order we can now watch the stars

And if is is,

If it is we dye in the cold

Let it be so.

Let us give them what

They gave to us …..

Their lives.

Let us do

A sacrifice

Let us become heroes

For the heroes.

Small piece

Let me become,

A small feather of a sparrow

A small leave of a daisy

Only a note of some music

A piece of kiss of the moon.

Let me become,

A drop of the silent rain

A white flake of winder

Only a piece of a star

Only a word of yours when you talk.

Let me become

A little of the colour of the sea If you want

A small flower of the kisses you sow

Become your small memory from yesterday

Become flavour of your two lips.

Let me become

Any small piece you want

In order for me to be part of you.

Retrospections

I turned into the time many times

and I saw who I was

Beggar,

King

Warrior

Big and small

With joy and pain.

Oh, my soul,

You passed so much

In order to go a little higher

You met places and people

You know the genuine history

You spoke to philosophers

You ate with warriors, with beggar.

You are history.

Oh, my soul and today ……

Here again in order to make me wonder

And try to remember,

Without fear

Without limits, in order to meet what ?

Me ?

You ?

Us ?

The big men

The big man,

do not have need for statues, because they are

higher than the houses.

They do not need the high trees, because they are

higher than their tops

They do not need the high mountains, because the are

higher than the clouds

πιο πάνω κι απ’ τα σύννεφα.

The do not need big words, because they are,

Higher than the speech

They do not need the shine, because they already

Like the stars they shine more.

They do not need the feathers of eagles, because

The fly high.

The do not need the recognition from universe, because

The universe has known them from the beginning,

The do not need to be remember by people, because

God remembers them.

They do not need death, because

They are immortals.

The big man

The only thing they need

Is that

They would like to look

A little smaller.

Change planet

The moon tonight again,

makes his circle, and I am angry

I will climb up in the roof of tiles

I will go closer to the moon and I will whisper

hey, moon

how many tears have you seen today through your passes

and if you did what have you done for that.

And do not tell me that God putted you there only

To walk or to brighten us

And sometimes when we look at you

Make a song, but

With childrens’ pain

How are you little moon ?

Change planet,

because the children do not believe in you anymore and still cry

or come back, in order time to turn back so we can go there

where the teardrop hasn’t yet been discovered, or

you can change planet.