Poetryzine Magazine presents the selected poems by the Bosnian poet Maid Corbic
Aging is a natural process for me
The soul is never fuller
aware that days are numbered
and that I can no longer go anywhere
because I am a gray man
hair and eyes, no name and surname
I perform like on stage with a puma of lights
and no one can even look at me
those eyes that hurt like last May’s flower
ready to embrace all the people around me
I am aware that time is money
but that I can no longer hide my truth
and that is that I became an unhappy man
when I crossed six decades and a fraction
and I just want time to go back
and to be like that old happy man again
who shared his advice with everyone
and allowed me to be a sad man
because I can't get sad
I deserved to go with anti-aging creams
although I am not a woman, I resort to Botox
lest I rejuvenate the color of wounds and oily skin
ready to peel in all periods of life
because I know it's wrong
but I want to work harder when I get older
and I want to take advantage of luxury for the last time in my life
and one on some wax and beard therapies
I am a gray-haired man, aging slowly and bruising
the trend of modal life drives me to dry
because no one addresses old women with love
and I have my grandchildren and they rejoice in me every Friday
because they have time to hug when it's hard
because everything in the world can disappear
it only matters what I build and do
it is a part of the life of each of the masses
and I don't like to offer old
but not to call me old
because I still have the drive in me
because I still have that good clue of mine
ready to give to everyone
when it is
the most necessary and necessary
I can still be myself
years are tough
when I realized that time flies!
I don't fly far in altitude differences
I can't understand just one thing
because people have to think we're weird
just because I have some dreams and visions of my own
and I am still eager for that red-hot love that I do
from a person who used to be everything in the world to me
she told me I was still so weird
not to understand why I still have to live
somewhere, no one understands my notion of life
I don't care to fly far, in those altitude differences
because people think then that I am omnipotent
and that I have all the privileges of this world
and they don’t know that I’m an ordinary man actually
how to move on with my life
when I don't consider myself different from everyone else
just because I have an attitude and don’t think I’m flying high
if I tell a little to everyone about myself
I can tell people what they want
but I have to understand only one thing
the world has become such a forced place
that I can’t digest some things so lightly
One of these is why people are still weird
so for success must always liquidate and takes me to the sea
words as my way of life
and the heart will continue to fight again and again
I was not born to be someone's game of fate
I can build myself in many ways as I know
and want one thing is for sure
while I am present I want to be a forced link of destiny
that people weave me without shame and disgrace
because the meaning of happiness is my destiny and difference
waiting for me somewhere far away
when I least expect it!
Memories Of The Book Block Xi
My bare hands shower the leaves fresh
the paper still remained tangible for my hands
the smile I give certainly gives me a big reason
to continue to create the most beautiful memories of life
regardless of the painful memories I turn with the difficulty of my ego
My book block always stands in the corner of the cute room
when bored, I always find that way
every day I look forward to a new source of knowledge around me
because nothing is wrong when you sincerely love something
which has always been a part of my honest life
the word as a way of maturing is equally important
I never thought I was some weirdo in my life
because I believe in new happenings every day
my memoirs on a fresh vegetable garden along the Cote d’Azur
they give the most beautiful lines of my woven life
and I do not allow that be such a sad man
The love that remained in my heart
I would cry if I took away my happiness of life
the stars in the sky shone so brightly, the brightest ever
for the meaning of my happiness is when I share all that
what I can do with myself, because people have become evil
Every minute is very important to me
for my existence has always not been and cannot be
my sun will continue to shine the brightest
because every day the rose in me will bloom the most beautiful in the world
when life is a dark phenomenon, I give a smile to everyone
A book block and a memoir of existence by candlelight
let the time spent be best spent
the meaning of life is the source of happiness
which is the best source of my existence
life in me will live regardless of part of my trail
for I am a child of happy existence in the source of knowledge
Why people still don’t understand my legends about life
let those who do not like the manner of the book
maybe I'm just someone who wants their freedom
because I always thought I was a special man
which must inspire all around people and human resources
I know maybe it’s all wrong thinking
but equally by knowing that the books are an important integrity
because every memoir of my life is equally described in my soul
the best and most difficult memories are always written down
then when I am a sad and unhappy poor man
My life is slowly losing its meaning
when there is no reason for happiness
I turn to the source of a new day
and I think there is something for everyone
the reason, the reason that needs, needs to be found, quickly
skillfully and boldly!
Maid Corbic is a 22 years poet from Tuzla. In his spare time he writes poetry that repeatedly praised as well as rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the First Virtual Art portal led by Dijana Uherek Stevanovic, and the selector of the competition.
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