@ddtpecko 21 March 2022 more from that month

Good evening dear friends! Today is International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination. World Down Syndrome Day World Forest Day World Poetry Day I will specifically refer to the day of poetry and share with you two poems by two poets who are my friends on FB. One is Sladjana Divac and the other is Dragan Vilić when I met him personally. Let's enjoy poetry a little. Sladjana Divac A bird Every child in the palm of your hand He keeps one small bird And she leads him everywhere In distant places crazy They sail fast to the end of the World Where are the hot tropical summers They go through snowy winters They sometimes even sail to China They fly on her wings To all the celestial planets He saw everything along the way Everything a child's imagination can do Sladjana Divac -------------------------------- Dragan Vilić LIFE SOUL Life is bitter, honey, the millstone is constantly trampling us, like wormwood next to the flower passes. He thinks: that weeds are sprouting from the land wet and soft, his paths are like hell, some bumpy roads. But still, there are tender souls, that stop at one point: - Look, the flower listens to music wrapped in the color of the sun! Those souls see a faint smile not with the eye, but with a mighty spirit, bend down they are not ashamed to talk with restless drafts. They love the wind as it caresses the petals, beats their tender verses and rhymes, those souls hear the spring song of the bird, and a quiet sob, dormant winters. Life is beautiful, unreal baby, the grindstone sometimes grinds and tramples us, like honey from a flower tasted, next to life silently passes. Dragan Vilić ********************************************************************************************** Dobro veče dragi prijatelji! Danas je medjunarodni dan za eliminaciju rasne diskriminacije. Svetski dan osoba sa Daunovim sindromom Svetski dan šuma Svetski dan poezije Ja ću se konkretno osvrnuti na dan poezije i podeliti sa vama dve pesme dvoje pesnika koji su mi prijatelji na FB. Jedno je Sladjana Divac a drugo Dragan Vilić koga sam lično upoznao. Hajde da malo uživamo u poeziji. Sladjana Divac Ptica Svako dijete na svom dlanu Čuva jednu pticu malu I ona ga vodi svuda Na daleka mjesta luda Plove brzo na kraj Svijeta Gdje su vrela tropska ljeta Prolaze kroz snježne zime Plove nekad čak do Kine Na krilima njenim lete Na nebeske sve planete Na tom putu vide svašta Sve što može dječija mašta Sladjana Divac -------------------------------- Dragan Vilić ŽIVOT DUŠO Život je gorak, dušo, žrvanj nas stalno gazi, k’o nije pelin kušo, pored cvijeta prolazi. On misli: to korov niče iz zemlje mokre i meke, staze njegove na pakao liče, puteve džombaste neke. No, ipak, ima i nježnih duša, koje zastanu u jednom trenu: -Gle, cvijet muziku sluša u boju sunca ovijenu! Te duše blag osmjeh vide ne okom, no silnim duhom, sageti dolje one se ne stide da pričaju s nemirnim propuhom. Vole one vjetar dok miluje latice, tepa im nježne stihove i rime, te duše čuju proljetni poj ptice, i tihi jecaj, usnule zime. Život je lijep, nestvarna dušo, žrvanj nas ponekad melje i gazi, k’o nije med sa cvijeta kušo, pored života nijemo prolazi. Dragan Vilić