"shree" poems
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).
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
O Lord of the hosts!
His eyes shine in radiance
in whose heart is your name
whence the origin and where the end
the earth, sky and stars
pay homage to him
and fear fears him
whom your shadow protects
O Lord of the hosts!
He who earns the blessing of your love
wealth finds him in whatever he does
and a shoreless boat is he who
has not found you whose
benevolent eyes keep watch over all
shattering the storms of sins,
whose glory never ebbs,
he becomes a master of his own destiny
even forgetting the world, who has
found your grace, come riding the mouse,
O Lord of the hosts!
Anointed of the dust of your foot
on his forehead, who lives mortal here,
the immortal nectars cannot tempt him
he can drink venom smiling
just by the shadow of your grace
the wheel of the chariot of time moves
and by a spark of your ire
abodes of demons burn
the minions of enemies stand defeated,
a particle is a mountain,
boon become into this world, comes your name,
O Lord of the hosts!
Glory, glory to the dear one adorned of peacocks!
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
O Lord of the hosts!
Shine in radiance, his eyes -
in whose heart is your name;
Who fathoms your ends?
The earth, sky and stars
pay homage to him
and fear fears him,
whom your shadow protects:
O Lord of the hosts!
Wealth finds him in whatever he does
who earns the blessing of your love,
and a shoreless boat is he who
has not found you whose
benevolent eyes keep watch over all
shattering the storms of sins,
whose glory never ebbs;
Becomes a master of destiny,
even forgetting the world, who has
found your grace,
come riding the mouse -
O Lord of the hosts!
Anointed of the dust of your foot
on his forehead, who lives mortal here,
immortal nectars cannot tempt him -
he can drink venom smiling;
Just by the shadow of your grace
the wheel of the chariot of time moves
and by a spark of your ire
abodes of demons burn;
The minions of enemies stand defeated,
miraculous, boon become into this world,
comes your name:
O Lord of the hosts!
Glory, glory to the dear one adorned of peacock-feathers!
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Little did you know
When you left me
A long time ago
You gave me liberty.
The best gift you could give
Although I still did grieve
The years gone by clung to me
Strangling me , refusing to set me free.
Soon a firm resolve
Made me stride with purpose
From my stupor I evolved
The turning point , beckoned me
I soared higher and higher
Oxygen pumped faith hope and serenity
I remembered you with gratitude for letting me be.
Copyright (c) Deep Shree Chauhan
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
Words languish on my lips
Linger then pause
Soon cease to be.
Copyright (c) Deep Shree Chauhan
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
*Gray hardwood Creek saga , hillside natural harmonies
Woodland musicians and warriors blended into
Coweta flora with piedmont songsters
Sip sip cha shree mockingbird melody
Whoo -reet bobwhite chantey from floor to -
windamere operas brushing live oak canopies
Land blushing with evening blue , stippled in
magenta and lavender cirrus sunset* ...
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
encoding sounds with the 26, will never be exact, nor worth deciphering if previously unheard, but it will be more than what western society currently offers with a passive gesture of thinking itself lacking criticism or thereby critical attachment shoving it elsewhere, this grand democratic export: think oneself utopian by shoving one's fakes into other places and return back to oneself to digest a regurgitation.
shree nal sta-ug nah-nug
keelm-neem nadul
am me kuz dool bagul
undumi shee bagū.
nine, for mortal men, to whom to die.
doo nikt kań narkań,
hoo me ni shoo... ah sheel,
borozoomish shi?
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC