Corina Junghiatu is a bilingual poet/writer hailing from Romania. She holds a Master Degree in Philology and Phychopedagogy and likewise she graduated from The Faculty of Letters and Philosophy in Bucharest. She speaks five foreign languages.
Corina has written and publishing two books of poetry: „Exile in the light” and „The ritual of a Sunrise”. She is Administrator and Publication Coordinator of Motivational Strips, editor of "Bharath Vision" website, and Chief Advisor of World Nations Writers' Union Kazakhstan. Corina has won many awards from international institutions of repute, for poetry.
Recently, Corina Junghiatu, together with 350 poets and writers from 80 countries, received a certificate of appreciation for her entire literary activity, on the occasion of the 74th anniversary of the Independence Day of the Republic of India. This certificate was was handed by the famous writer Shiju H. Pallithazheth the Founder of Motivational Strips, World's Most Active Writers Forum and Padma Shree Dr. Vishnu Pandya, President of Gujarat Sahitya Akademy, a government institution of the state of Gujarat (India).

Its about her,
Corina
She writes one poem for me,
Corina
In the poem she ask,  i am floating towards her or not.

Yes i am
Corina.......................

Come run a while see where her steps will lead
On her journey into the great unknown
Running breathless onward at breakneck speed
Into life's affray no time to postpone
No doubt in her mind, soon she will succeed
Away we go, just grab the telephone

Boundless and mystical circle, eternal sphere,
hypnotic cycle of electrical thunder
which enclosing us in a carousel
without space and time,
freeing the soul from its burden,
of inner waste foam.

Untie the knot of existence,
by loving and love yourself,
to find out what and who you are,
real, magnificent, unlimited,
you in all the fullness of Being, true, powerful.

Unearth the hidden secret
in the etymology of the word LOVE,
to be what you create by becoming, what you love.

@Corina Junghiatu

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Michael Fried

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Julia de Burgos

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Keith Waldrop (b. 1932)

Shipwreck in Haven, Part Four
“Majesty”
Susan Hahn

Anthem
Alice Lyons

Developers
The Boom and After the Boom
Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Kazim Ali (b. 1971)

Ramadan
Speech
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

Aftermath
Hymn to the Night
Sharon Olds (b. 1942)

I Could Not Tell
Chamber Thicket
Billy Collins (b. 1941)

Silence
Reading an Anthology of Chinese Poems of the Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire the Length and Clarity of Their Titles
Corina Copp

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Dorothea Grossman (1937–2012)

I have to tell you
For Allen Ginsberg
Bridget Lowe

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Diane Burns

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Beth Brant

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Terrance Hayes (b. 1971)

Stick Elegy
Cocktails with Orpheus
Ann Taylor (1782–1866)

The Baby's Dance
The Cut
Chrystos

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Amit Majmudar (b. 1979)

The Miscarriage
Instructions to an Artisan
Linda Rodriguez

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The things
That people hate

Like myself
My personality
These days

What will we
End up doing

Im still
Waiting
To find out

The words she spoke
Were not kind

I said no
to writing a poem
so go away

Poems ****

Celebró de Amarilis la hermosura
Virgilio en su bucólica divina,
Propercio de su Cintia, y de Corina
Ovidio en oro, en rosa, en nieve pura;
Catulo de su Lesbia la escultura
a la inmortalidad pórfido inclina;
Petrarca por el mundo, peregrina,
constituyó de Laura la figura;
yo, pues Amor me manda que presuma,
de la humilde prisión de tus cabellos,
poeta montañés, con ruda pluma,
Juana, celebraré tus ojos bellos,
que vale más de tu jabón la espuma
que todas ellas, y que todos ellos.

They left their dishes around like something that could slap me
'just look Corina, this was our weekend
just smell the plates, imagine how much we enjoyed it
imagine all the fun we created
by not inviting you'