Chains, Our Dreams
Poets Unite Worldwide
Acevedo Johns, Chile
Inez Harriman, New Zealand
Vincent John, Nigeria
Bharati Nayak, India
Louise Persson, UK
Salcedo, The Philippines
Murray Smith, New Zealand/Australia
Udaya R. Tennakoon,
Editorial Project by
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Our Chains, Our
Fabrizio Frosini and Poets Unite Worldwide
by Fabrizio Frosini at Smashwords
2017 Fabrizio Frosini
Editorial project by
Anthology of Poetry
Alexandro Acevedo Johns, Kasiviswanathan Balakrishnan, Abhilasha
Bhatt, Tom Billsborough, Judith Blatherwick, Daniel J. Brick, Ammar
Butt, Majid Gaggi, Dimitrios Galanis, Negar Gorji, Simone Inez
Harriman, Nosheen Irfan, Seema Jayaraman, Chizoba Vincent John,
Tapera Makadho, Kenneth Maswabi, Sarah Mkhonza, Bharati Nayak, Sarah
Louise Persson, Lendsy Salcedo, Anzelyne Shideshe, Pamela Sinicrope,
Robert Murray Smith, Petra Soliman, Udaya R. Tennakoon, Markus
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wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers.»
Czeslaw Milosz, 'At
A Certain Age'
Table of Contents
to find us
soared a bit from the earth,
flew a bit.»
Yehuda Amichai, 'We
Were A Good Invention'
I did for 'Part One',
I prefer to skip a formal introduction. In its place, I've chosen a
poem written (again) by Daniel J. Brick —you can read it just below
this note—. It is a poem that speaks volumes about the feelings
that constitute the basis of this book, too.
also have to mention that the arrangement
of the poems in this collection does not follow the usual
alphabetical order (according to the poets’ names): in effect I’ve
been delighted to accept Pamela Sinicrope’s proposal for a
different order. Her words give the right guidance:
ordered the poems in our collection according to the following loose
Start and end with a short strong poem;
Mix poems by short and long;
Link the poems to each other by a word or a theme.
was a challenge, but fun. I enjoyed seeing where poems linked to one
another. Some of the links were truly surprising.»
a nice reading!
Frosini, Firenze, March 2017)
The Muse: Her
morning, in the gray light
early winter, I was promised
poem. "It's waiting for you,"
said softly. "Look for it
familiar places near home.
that distant home of your origins,
the one close by, that has served
so well, in these years of endeavor."
she had departed, in the middle of
thought. It's almost a routine by now:
is summoned by another poet, perhaps
myself, perhaps not. I don't know –
many poets does she attend? How does
determine her visitations? Does she
names – This is useless and unworthy.
acting like a cast-off lover, a jealous
a hurt one... I will soon fulfill
morning's promise: the poem, already
written, lies face-down on the table.
else is there to consider. Oh, yes,
is the lingering scent of her presence.
heartfelt thanks to all the poets who have contributed to the
realization of this book: twenty-seven poets (representing
twenty-three countries), belonging in the free Association 'Poets
Unite Worldwide', have taken part in
the present Anthology.
co-editor, Pamela Sinicrope —born on
the East Coast, bred in Texas, living in Minnesota— edited
the poems and ordered them; Udaya R. Tennakoon, from Sri Lanka, but
living in Switzerland, created the book cover. It is with their
excellent help that this book can now be added to our collection.
pelicans glide in threes—
across the sand
thoughts crossing the mind.»
Billsborough, 'Creative Force'
Brick, 'Seven Windows: A Tale of the
Frosini, 'Voices of the Wind'
Frosini, 'Le voci del Vento' (Italian text)
Jayaraman, 'Dance With Me'
Mkhonza, 'When Will It Rain'
Galanis, 'Σίσυφος' (Greek text)
Inez Harriman, 'Porcelain Perfection'
Sinicrope, 'The Kiln'
Louise Persson, 'Becoming One'
Salcedo, 'The Living Muse'
Bhatt, 'An ode to canvas'
Irfan, 'From the Diary of a Poet'
Gaggi, 'To you, O'
Acevedo Johns, 'The End Of Our Era'
Acevedo Johns, 'El Fin De Nuestra Era' (Spanish text)
Murray Smith, 'Coexistence'
Zielinski, 'I am'
Zielinski, 'Ich bin' (German text)
R. Tennakoon, 'Evening Walk'
Balakrishnan, 'Memories about the
Nayak, 'A Day For Myself'
Vincent John, 'Moonchild'
Gorji, 'The Scale of Love'
Yet here, this
night, you might repose with me,
on green leaves
pillowed: apples ripe have I,
and of curdled milk enow.
And, see, the
farm-roof chimneys smoke afar,
from the hills the shadows lengthening fall!»
Vergilius Maro (Virgil)
miracle of Life
in our dreams,
dark creative force
us to sing.
have no option
to fashion it in words.
cannot stop their flow.
am but a violin
on its score
the final note is played
the melody is complete.
I do not decide.
I do not decide!
Tom Billsborough, UK
— I was born in 1943 in Preston,
England, and currently live in Kirkham, North Lancashire. I'm a
retired chartered Accountant. I write poetry in English & French,
and translate from French & Spanish.
Seven Windows: A Tale
of the Future
windows face us
we eat at our host's table.
let in the gray light
an early spring day,
dry, cold, dusty light,
tarnished with winter.
windows face us,
sentinels with bad
eat the spare diet of our
and drink his pale wine.
candles provide sparse light,
smear a yellowish tinge
our dry faces...
light reaches our eyes.
pools in the broken
tiles of the floor.
window glass might have
a mirror but the dim
was too shallow to find
reflection shining within:
light further stains the glass.
are seated at a banquet
spaced far apart to prevent
Not that we
an urge to talk. It would
bruise our pride
grievously than being here.
host displays only
He speaks inaudibly
his two female servants.
are old and wizened
him. Only once has he
me: "Thomas, more wine?"
host is Augustine, once
dictator of our city,
ruled with stealth and
Now he is a corpse
slowly in solitude.
power six years ago.
rule from a block
concrete in the city center.
lost his wife
three daughters to
renewed SARS epidemic.
has nothing to show
his life on earth. No
no heir apparent,
public document recording
service. He must be
than the ghosts
those he killed. Someday
swear I will stand in
public square where
years ago. I will
and wait, silent
stretched to my full
no hobbling with
cane, no kowtowing
their authority. Let
drag me off to prison
six months or a year.