The Wise lady
She is a lady
That is wise.
Let her ponder
That fairy.
Dressed up as a Diva,
She stepped
out of the car
and walks the green carpet
Scattered with flowers
And occasional human.
Cleaning
Every woman cleans
Around the house.
The soul is cleansed
From all evils.
Only the dust stays
On those shelves from times past.
Poem for Skopje
Let there be more embroidered
eternal verses for
this City.
Let us be caressed by
the delightful wind that
composes
some kind of symphony.
Silence
Please,
let me inhale the solitude.
Silence is my friend
to create and to fly,
Freely as a bird.
Cloud
From that cloud above
An Angel like a cherub
has arrived.
Yes, yes…
He will be a cool guy.
Oh, Macedonia
Today is like a bird of May
when the sun rises in the morning.
Oh, Macedonia!
Like an easy beautiful song.
The Golden sun has appeared,
High in the sky.
I am traveling down the streets where
You can see my road towards the lightness.
This is my Country,
I proudly announce
And without a shame
I say
This is you, my Macedonia!
I’ve built a house
I’ve built a house
and filled it with spices, herbs and a dream.
I’ve covered the bed we shared
In cinnamon & cloves.
I am waiting for the star shower to stop.
And for the night to find it’s calm.
To invite you to a Welcome back
serving of Fig’s preserve
and pearly water.
People that live forever
You never die,
Your acts of kindness stay
with you,
for us.
They are hidden in the thoughts, there
where Angels dwell.
I am writing my poetry, again,
thinking that you are not
in this World.
That you are in another World.
World that is a Love Kingdom.
World where evil does not exist.
World of silence.
All is a hidden secret.
All is a thick fog.
Only you are in the eternal brightness.
You are my white
Snowflake
The Love is hidden in London
It’s morning,
The Sun is about to rise.
By the river Thames
A lady is sitting,
By the name of Svetle.
Big Ben shone a light,
Actually there was a gong sound
By the London Stock Exchange.
But money are not important,
When you have Love.
Newspaper
I get out of the bed,
white and tender.
I am ready for new victories.
I read in the newspaper
that there is a new method.
And that method happens to be:
Thou shalt love,
their nearest and dearest.
The Hen
Holy animal is
the Hen.
Symbol of village.
Story.
Smells of hay, but
There is never noise array
The first set of poems was translated by Svetlana Dinkovski.
Special Olympics
They should not underestimate us
They should not deny
that we are different from the others.
No man is smarter than another
And a man, when he lives with love
He will attain more.
I won’t get upset
Heaven is wonderful!
Star fell into darkness!
I won’t get upset.
And life is a song,
I know it’d be wrong
So I won’t get upset
All I can do is laugh.
With the Stars
We fall asleep together
in the courtyard of the monastery.
To the Eternal sky, here’s my message…
With the stars we played
My message is made:
Toshe, come back!
I love you!
With the Sky
I would hold you every night
And in my heart
Shall be only you.
In heaven you are eternal!
Miki, you are my Moon
(To) follow me through life – you would
Through life, through evil and good.
Snowfall and wind’s breath
Portray your death.
How I love you
It is splendid night
Together we stand.
Night!
Astonished we are
By the moon.
How I love you!
It’s hope I have,
And no fear at all.
I must admit the truth,
How much I do love you.
Oh, Macedonia
This day is like a bird in May
While morning beam is rising
Oh, Macedonia
You are a song, pretty and easy.
Rose high
golden sun in the sky.
Oh, Macedonia
I travel the streets where I can see
My way lighten and bright.
It is my country
Proudly I cheered
And stated without shame
It is you, oh, Macedonia.
The second set of poems was translated by Radmila Vankoska.