Poems by Dimitris P. Kraniotis

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		Book Data: Title: Fictitious Line Author: Dimitris P. Kraniotis Genre: Poetry in Greek, English,French ISBN: 960-90107-1-7 Publisher: Em  Lavdakis (Larissa, Greece) Date released: 2005 Book Size: 5.5 in x 8 in Book Format: paper back Book Binding: perfect binding Pages: 144 Price: $15 Shipping cost (1pc): $5 (within EU), 10$ (outside EU) Method of payment: Check or money order. Send your orders and check/money order to: Dimitris P. Kraniotis 2,Panagoulis str., 41222 Larissa (Greece), EU, Order by email: [email protected]

 

 

Fictitious line

 

Smokes

of cigarettes

and mugs

full of coffee,

next

to the fictitious line

where the eddy

of words

leans against

and nods,

wounded,

to my silence.

 

                                             © Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

Ideals

 

Snow-covered mountains,

ancient monuments,

a north wind that nods to us,

a thought that flows,

images imbued

with hymns of history,

words on signs

with ideals of geometry.

 

                                             © Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

Rules and visions 

 

Life counts

the rules;

the sunset, their exceptions.

Rain drinks up

the centuries;

spring, our dreams.

The eagle sees

the sunrays

and youth, the visions.

 

                                             © Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

Illusions 

 

Noiseless wrinkles

on our forehead

the frontiers of history,

shed oblique glances

at Homer’s verses.

Illusions

full of guilt

redeem

wounded whispers

that became echoes

in lighted caves

of the fools and the innocent.

 

                                             © Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

The end

 

The savour of fruits

still remains

in my mouth,

but the bitterness of words

demolishes the clouds

and wrings the snow

counting the pebbles.

But you never told me

why you deceived me,

why with pain

and injustice did you desire

to say that the end

always in tears

is cast to flames.

 

                                             © Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

 

What I ask

 

A ball of threads

my prayers

whisper

frightened.

Foolish “I”s

are choked

without you ever

knowing

what I ask.

 

© Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

The “don’ts” and “zeros”

 

The night

that strangled

the endless moments

I had wished

to live,

passed by

without my lighting up

the candle

I had longed

to warm up

all the “don’ts” and “ zeros”.

 

© Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

Denials

 

A roar of cars

seals the dawn

with short-cut answers,

with unyielding denials

that are repeated

explicitly

every sunset.

 

© Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

One-word garments

 

Waves of circumflexes,

storms of adverbs,

windmills of verbs,

shells of signs of ellipsis,

on the island of poems

of soul,

of mind,

of thought,

one-word garments

you wear

to endure!

 

© Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

Ashes

 

The fireplace

was eager

to put a fullstop,

in the sentence

where the road

of my dreams

stuck

upon the word of happiness

with sparkles

of wet logs

I collected

from the inside of me

that I dared

to turn to ashes.

 

© Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

Maybe

 

The cloud struggled

against the sand

underneath the rain

of “no” and “yes”,

forcefully treading

on the rationale

that obeys

the impasse of “maybe”.

 

 

© Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

Limits

 

Fragments of glasses

in the empty room

of the inarticulate whispers,

bleed

our limits,

fill

with sores

the caress of our soul.

 

 

© Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

 

 

To the dead poet of obscurity

 

           (In honor of the dead unpublished poet)

 

Well done!

You have won!

You should not feel sorry.

Your unpublished poems

-always remember-

have not been buried,

haven’t bent

under the strength of time.

Like gold

inside the soil

they remain,

they never melt.

They may be late

but they will be given

to their people

someday,

to offer their sweet,

eternal essence.

 

© Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

 

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