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🌹✒️Poetrys – Tanja Ajtic✒️🌹

Tanja Ajtić Poet & {P.L.O.T.S.} – Creatives Magazine Ambassador (Canada)

A Poem of Life

I would like my words to fly,

to be full of flowers,

to aroma wonderful

Let them have their beginning

and end in at least one day.

May they have the gift of heavenly life,

the gift of love and death.

I would like my words to fly, high to the sky,

to become tender to infinity,

to vibrate with feelings.

Ringing to roll in the vacuum of the century.

To sing the song of the birth of the world,

the song of warmth, the mothers of the earth

to become fireworks.

Rainbow colors to color the sky.

I would like time to stop,

just more bells to be heard.

May the hearts of all people experience

the blessing in the ecstasy of the word buds.

Let it awake good in people

in the unusual silence

of words and bells.

Echoes planet of silence and gaze.

Let them cut the sky.

Let the stars be seen during the day.

Let people promise themselves

that they wish the Sun well.


Stage of the world.

Everyone plays their roles.

Someone gets better, someone does not,

and gets on better or worse with what he has never been

but maybe he wanted.

Maybe he thought he would deceive himself

to make someone better than himself.

People don’t act someone that you are not

but you better try to peek into yourself.


You may be surprised what your body is hiding in?

You do not need to be clowns.

Listen well.

Silence never sleeps.

Eternal Curse

We like to emphasize splendor, significance, reputation and fame

rather than modesty, contrition and true love.

We want to give one thing a relief that catches the eye,

to be particulary emphasized.

And if we have relief maps, we don’t know how to measure.

We wander and saunter at night.

At night without dreams.

We postpone forgiveness and omissions.

We are postponing our payment deadline,

we also want to have a discount while we are paying,

and we would like to do everything to make it cheaper.

And paradise is not bought but deserved.

If we return everything we took

and wish forgiveness of sins, mercy and forgiveness,

to be forgiven we will feel the same.

After the main flowering, the flowers will bloom once again.

And we will survive.

Like being born again

the revival of classical antiquity

or more precisely freedom

and the creative human spirit under the influence of classical literature,

of art and philosophy in the Renaissance.

We will renew our lives

and fix and change it for the better.

We will refresh and rejuvenate.

We will look at hummingbirds that have bigger brain

in relation to the body of other birds.

Heart too.

These birds can fly

in all directions, as they please!

They can live for a long time by feeding on

flower nectar and candied water.

We, like them, are small but a lot is expected of us.

Rejection and refusal,

as a musical repetition of the same tone, the

opposite is an echo.

Everything will resonate.

Rejection and refusal happen to us

like breaks in a circus that clowns fill with their jokes.

We avoid the eternal curse

because there is always hope for a corrective exam

and a place under the sun for us.

We can be dignified,

be those who produce again,

which recreate.

We can multiply and experience

content to revive consciousness,

get a good voice again

for the person and respect, reputation and name.

It is never too late for natural things

to make us feel better.

It’s all in us

in our big hearts in the body of a small hummingbird

We have everything you need!


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