Tyran Prizren Spahiu
Kosova
He was born in Kosova
University education at the University of Pristina – English language and literature.
Tyran wrote six novels and over four thousand poems.
Winner of many awards
– Pegasi Albania declared him poet of the year
– Bardi III – League of Writers of Kosova
SILENCE is SILENT !
…silence of mankind weighs on the poor conscience
testify modern slaves owners are not aware of this
they continue to dance the dance of hungry wolves
one day dance of guilt and shame will be felt in their inner voice…
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There, not too far away, they are bombed
beyond, flow rivers of drugs
near, the fire of hatred is kindled
by, faith and the given word have lost meanings.
*
Forests are stripped from nature’s monsters
the poles of the glaciers surrender to the whims of mankind
number of wild animals also decreases
when the short-sighted being of the earth will be enlightened.
*
Religious hatred sails waters of the raging ocean
racial discrimination takes medieval form
the riches of the gaseous nature ceaselessly threaten
burn, destroy, kill that’s what you are capable of.
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Slaves of wealth plunder the human race
wretched capitalists blackmail breath of the descendants
multiply sophisticated androids
let us hope globe is not going to an end of existence…
Robots vs HUMAN DIGNITY
(poetry lacks soul)
I easily entered the poetry building
rusted iron caught my attention
they had placed the broken anchor on the book of literature
what is happening in our castle!?
Drawers overflowing with witty notes and poems
artificial intelligence has poked its nose in
robotics break down the last quality frontier
a value of the common man is also lost.
*
The penultimate wave of wisdom arrived
literature, ministry of health and normality collapse
logic of consciousness surrenders to aggressive attacks
author’s creativity is ultimately defeated….
*
Bitter tasting impressions
IRON ROBOTICS keeps on going the poor party
human dignity surrenders to lethargy
feelings are usurped by injustices.
*
I have neither time nor patience to put up with robots
creatures seeking to make feeling less history
I’m looking forward to getting out of the reality
impatient to go back to dream the beautiful daily duties.
TASTE OF HEAVEN
Today again calls me idea of red blood
having a single sip I feel under the influence
this is the power that arrests
in this duel I am always the defeated.
*
Even during the day when I stay in my room
when peace requests my pen
inner voice of loneliness commands
do write a poem about summer of romance.
*
Like a butterfly enjoying the spring refreshment
I entered calmness of the basement past
opium of the bottles awakened memory of youthful days
more than silent I approached nectar bottles.
*
I will no retreat from the idyll of life
while lights illuminates basement of the castle
glass in my hand leads me to the oasis of happiness
grabbing the barrel of quality wine covered with many spiders.
*
Kingdom of silence surrenders to surprise
first drops of nectar are poured into the glass
fragrance of heaven spreads into one direction
even the air tastes intoxicating wine inspiration.