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Dana
Kadir's Poems - Kurdish Artist -
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Great
Kurdish Artist - poems.
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Dana Berzinjy
-lives in Sydney/Australia
and writes poems in English language.
About Dana :
1. Bachelor of Teaching (Secondary) Faculty of
Education {University of Western Sydney macarthur}
2001-2002
2. Postgraduate Diploma in Adult Education (Teaching
English of Speakers Other Languages) Faculty of
Education {University of Western Sydney macarthur}
1999-2001
3. Postgraduate Diploma in Business ( Employment
Relations Law) Faculty of Business ( University of
Technology Sydney) 1997-1999
4. Bachelor of Business (Commerce and Human Resource
management) ( Southern Cross University) 1992-1996
Lismore
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Dana Berzinjy |
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Come to me-we are like soul
and a body! |
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LOVE IS BASIC TO
EVERYTHING!!!!!
Love and hate are two different things. Love is the
most important aspect of life on this planet. Love is
the basic aspect of unity and is a sweet sense and a
soft notion among humanity. Love is a bunch of flowers
that grows in Botanical Gardens near the Opera House
in the city of Sydney. Love is the Harbour Bridge
surrounded by beautiful colourful flowers and giant
trees. Love is like a ferry in the ocean that takes
you to the other side of the Manly Beach. Love is a
beautiful woman in the eye of a hungry man. Love is a
sip of water to break the thirst of a thirsty man.
Love is the freedom in the West given to a dark
skinned woman who did not have any. Love is a country
and a shelter for someone who can’t find one. Love is
a warm shelter to protect you from the harshness and
the strong winds of a wild winter in a cold country,
like that found in Kurdistan. Love is a bottle of milk
if you can donate it to children in Africa. Love is a
freedom of speech if you can give it to a speechless
Kurdish woman prisoner in South East Turkey (North of
Kurdistan). Love is the food of soul and body for a
Kurdish child who can’t write a word in Kurdish even
to say my country is Kurdistan. Love is hope for new
life.
What is hate? Hate is one of the worst aspects of
life. Hate is a negative idea among different classes
of people in society. Hate is inequality that
politicians create among people in order to control
the minds of uneducated people for their benefit, to
stay kings forever and transfer power from
a father to a son and so on. Hate is the conflict
between the working class people and their dictators.
Hate is a negative opinion against the wishes of
people by some of the Middle Eastern Leaders. Hate of
their oppressors by women who stand against the abuse
of women, and the control of their freedom and their
rights as human beings. Hate is from dark skinned
people against their unwanted leaders or oppressors
who have been discriminating against these people on
the basis of their colour, nationality, and religion,
for example.
Come to me-we are like soul and a body!
Come into my heart, you become mine,
I am yours, when the sun shines.
Come to me my love, I am a string,
And you are the pearls on it, and a pair of earrings.
You are my breeze in the summer on a hot day.
Come to me in winter when the day is muddy.
You are my spring season and you are green,
You are my flowers on the branches of giant trees.
You are the skies and I am a star,
You are the full sun and I am a light in a bar.
You are the rain in the green season,
I am the drops in a big ocean.
Gaze into my eyes with strong emotion,
Let me fall in love with a great passion.
Let’s dash and pash, snuggle forever,
Keep up rejoicing away endanger.
Hug me in your arm; heat me up so hot,
Until I sense you, squash me up like a baby in a cot.
Nest me in your heart, I feel much safer,
Being without you is a great danger.
Sing like a bird in an intense jungle,
Sounds like a flute from every angle.
Until fainted in your nested chest,
Sing me a lullaby; melting me is the best.
Gaze into my heart for insight,
I raged and burnt all day and night.
Life without love and great passion,
Senseless and hopeless among all the nations.
Love is an endless track, it goes everywhere,
Crosses all ways, it goes further away.
Love has no border, has got no limit,
It crosses over all the borders among all nations.
It passes and flows so fast like a river into the
oceans,
It goes faster than the sound of the sun in just a
minute.
As human beings need love to be our food,
Drink and eat from it, so puts you in a good mood.
Every nation needs a love to have a notion,
Every person needs to sip from the love to have an
ambition.
Nice to love from the heart and to be loved,
Indeed you can’t buy love and sense if you have
hatred,
Money does not buy everything, to make you queen or
king,
Be prince or princess to make you a bird with two
wings to sing.
Money does not buy love and happiness,
Love hates every root of all evil,
I am lost without love and I have no desire,
Shall I go to heaven or hell so to admire?
Copyright © 03/04/2007
Dana Berzinjy
دانا بهرزنجی
Sydney/Australia |
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When you are
out of my vision! |
Honey,
when you are not around,
In the morning, at midday and at night,
The house is full of emptiness,
Everywhere full of loneliness,
During the daylight, evening and night,
I can’t feel happiness when the sun sets itself aside.
When I open and shut my eyes,
My memory brings you back as a light.
It shows me every moment full and bright,
Like a star in the sky that flashes and shines at
night.
Your voice echoes in my ears,
It gives me the sound of music and clear skies.
Everywhere I look, I see your shadow,
I see the trace of your footprint from the window.
I can feel you, and see you around,
But I can’t touch you, I have no doubt.
Sometimes you disappeared and I waited so long,
To be healed from my speechless tongue.
Come around! Fly like a bird with full wings,
In the sky of Sydney be the star of our kings,
The sky is full of clouds, lands and farms burnt in
drought,
Try to come home, bring winds and rains for our minds,
Be the sunlight at night, and the hope of our nation,
Christ, the full light heals pain and brings
salvation.
Copyright © 17/08/2006
Dana Berzinjy
دانا بهرزنجی
Sydney/Australia |
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Sorrow! |
Dedication of this
poem is for the Spirits of hard working and innocent
people in Kurdistan and the rest of the world.
This poem is dedicated to the spirit of my
father-in-law who passed away at 2 am in the morning
on 7th September 2006 in the city of (Koya), in
Kurdistan of Iraq (South Kurdistan). This poem is also
dedicated to the millions of people who lived to
struggle with life and worked hard in order to build
their own countries in the world, for the good-hearted
men and women who worked hard for their families in
order to feed them, despite all the obstacles that
they faced in their life and in the harsh days. I know
how difficult it is to lose someone suddenly who you
love.
Especially if someone had been very close to you and
had been always there for you. A father treated you
like his best friend in the society where men control
everything. Someone had sacrificed his life for his
family to keep them surviving and he educated them
with little income. Someone like a farmer to plant
trees in order for others to relax and sit under in
their shades. For a freedom fighter to liberate
his/her land from the occupier, for the freedom of
people, freedom of speech, for a child to be able to
write his name in the dark days, for a woman to be
free from oppression, to be free from the chains of
men and the society. Some religions are involved in
everything even for things that have no base, nonsense
and brain washing of people without reforming and
thinking about the consequences of their actions.
Something that is not touchable and has not got that
benefit for today’s society and for human beings,
except to encourage corruption and devastation.
I know how difficult it is to lose someone you love. I
know how difficult it is to lose someone you care for.
For someone who had been always with you and lives in
your memory, even though they are not out there any
more but their spirits are alive and will never die
and never die. They live in peace and sleep in the
peace that they worked hard for their homeland and
they died but who still live in peace and they live
with us forever and then they never die.
They Never Die, Never, Ever!!!!!!!!!
Sorrow!
How difficult to lose someone that you love,
A special one who used to live with us.
I know it is dreadful and how you feel.
I know why you are up set and you have not been
healed!
The sorrow of loss is dreadful!
This sudden tragedy is awful!
You agitated a lot for this frantic mourning,
Life is full of happiness and sorrowful brawling.
The sorrow throughout time will be minimized,
But the love and faith will forever maximized.
Your rattling teardrop is like the rain in spring,
While watering flowers, and grass to stay green.
Your teardrops, clear as the rustle of the leaves,
While spring refreshes in the early morning breeze.
While birds sing songs for their babies in the trees,
To show their love for the birds in their nests to be
freed.
Innocence and sweetness appear in your tears,
Your true love arises for the devotion of your
dearest.
Copyright © 21/10/2006
Dana Berzinjy
دانا بهرزنجی
Sydney/Australia |
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