Aura Barbosa

INAJA OLIVE TREEL

(A tribute to Inajá Oliveira)

On the wings of poetry, fly Inaja,

Academy member, rare gem,

With your generous and kind heart,

Leave your subtle sparkle in every verse.

Among fellow poets, she flourishes,

Always present, your essence shines,

Enjoying and leaving such sweet comments,

Inajá, walks, delights and excites the mountains.

Your caress is like a blossoming garden,

Fragrance and joy to every reader,

Shy, she shines in our net,

Keeping the poetry alive!

Dear friends, have you ever noticed this light?

The beauty that Inajá Oliveira leads us,

So let our gratitude be stamped,

For this dear friend who is loved in our souls.

Inaja, a bright star in our sky,

Your presence beautifies our role,

May your words always be charming,

And her heart, in poetry, always beating. Thank you for your affection that never fails to dedicate to us!

We love you sweetheart!

 Aura Barbosa ,

Vice President,

Global Writers Academy

International Editor,

The Daily Global Nation

Dhaka,Bangladesh.

Pramod Gangadharan, India

Soul

Once upon a time there was a woman so divine

All the beauties of the world have come together.

Her eyes sparkled brightly,

Like stars in the night

And her smile was like sweet sunshine.

Her hair flowed like a river of gold,

Her presence never gets old.

With such a pure heart

She could heal

All the pain the world could hold.

Her laugh was like a melody

Soothing and sweet as can be.

Her touch was like silk,

soft as milk

She was a vision for all to see.

She walked with grace and poise,

Her aura radiated pure joy.

All the flowers would bloom

In her presence no gloom,

She was the most wonderful voice of nature.

So remember when you see a woman so beautiful

All the beauty in the world is there.

In essence and soul,

the universe as a whole,

It is reflected in it incomparably.

Pramod Gangadharan, India

Elmaya Cabbarova, Azerbaijan

The voice of the heart

Excitement is ringing in my veins,

Khazan wind is frightening in my heart,

I am waiting for your face,

The prostration of my Khumar eyes is half.

My heart aches with a naive longing,

I am ashamed and write secretly from everyone,

To the mountains and the stones I whispered,

The most mysterious word of my language is half.

The caravan of dreams has given way,

He put the boylana in the boat,

Silently shouted and cried out,

The unknowingly loss of my heart is half.

Unforgettable day of your first love,

Your loyalty is there even if you are far away,

Your written love, your destiny,

The gift of divine power is half.

… Elmaya Cabbarova, Azerbaijan

Seema Sharma, India

I INVOKE MY MUSE(A World Poetry Day Lyrics)

Poetry is a cuppa I drink from

and rejuvenate myself

In its aromatic luxury

I tranquilize my frozen spirits

Poetry is an emotion

Spreading it on the blank page

i make a verse

Adding some analogies, metaphors,

imageries and similes

I give it some shape

In the garland of words and phrases

I weave a pearly composition 

All my inhibitions come to nought

unbound, unrestricted

i can give vent to my feelings

with free thought!

Joyous it feels

I breathe words in and out

i inhale and exhale ’em

my dead and benumbed spirits 

become alive

Like in an elysian

All words act as paradisiacal

In the world of poetry

There is a trance, a repose

It heals my rupture and wounds!

Let the words flow effervescently 

from your quill

quench the thirst of curiosity of the readers

and let it fill

Bare out your emotions

Ignite your passion

Illuminate, enlighten the millions of aficionados’ spirits 

I invoke my muse and get enlightened

on the world poetry day

I am delighted!

… Seema Sharma, India

Emilia Dinescu, Romania

POETRY

I don’t claim to be a poet

Because lyrics I can’t write,

In life I am a repetitive,

But my life is poetry.

There really are no good lyrics,

There are thoughts and moments lived,

It’s my life all described

In this poem written.

I translated into poetry,

All I wanted to tell you,

Just as I am, you’ll find me

In the lyrics you read.

I have no talent, I am not a poet,

I am an innocent child

And I want everything I wrote

Let it not be just a dream,

I live, breathe through poetry

And I leave my thoughts to you,

I know many are wrong in my word,

But between the lyrics I speak.

… Emilia Dinescu, Romania