there is no greater name-calling of small-mindedness, that oppressive chokehold of establishment thinking… I felt it while creating these verses, from my poem “The pain of vibrant flowers” edited by Obinna Eruchie that I will post on my author’s blog soon…
Nema veće prozivke malograđanštine, nema dalje… Zadovoljna sam.
all rights deserved by ©Leila Samarrai, 2019
edited by: Obinna Eruchie
Some deaths come to make others’ lives easier. The phrase “Not to speak ill of the dead” falls into the category of grievous hurt and thought defects, lies that are told as “good day” good evening “good night” how are you or… Today, it’s the hottest day of the summer, or… .”Not to speak ill of the dead ”- Just passing the time of day – So much for decorum.
Beauty and love are everywhere,
all you have to do is to peek over the walls of scorn.
La belleza y el amor están en todas partes, todo lo que tienes de hacer es mirar por encima de las paredes del desprecio.
Never trust a poet who can’t use his swears properly.
In poetry, never argue with your ex lovers!
Leila Samarrai Green, “The Pigs Have Flown, Now What”?, 2014