“Let them do their thing. We will do ours.”

A drunk man is a man who has abandoned his way. This is drunkenness. Music to go for this writing “Let them do their thing. We will do ours.” This is what a bard told me, while we observed the actions of a group of people. Just like me, he had seen falseness more commonly known as “the pointless way”. I translated a poetry book for him, as well as some of my poetry. Just like that. I didn’t need anything. Then he looked at me, so very seriously and said: “So, I think you didn’t just write those things, sitting on your chair.” That didn’t need a reply.      I wrote because my Heart needed to write. But is […]

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Poetry In The Ancient City Of Plovdiv & Creative Souls

Poetry In The Ancient City Of Plovdiv & Creative Souls “This is the Technical age, no place for Poetry.”     Poetry is that that dreadful source of Ecstasy, Bliss, and Depth. All of that is not necessary for the normal lives of people.              I never liked the idea of monuments, fixed statements, the idea of endings, and I most certainly, I did not believe in anything real vanishing into oblivion. “Poetry is dead”, somebody said to me.              *I wrote this article some time ago, it was intended for publishing “somewhere in Israel”. Well, I still have no news whether it was published or not, so here it is being published in my tiny space for Boundless Inspiration.    […]

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The Haves & Have Nots

It’s a Twenty-First Century Type of Conversation The Haves & The Have Nots   I have no grand words, no promises of greatness, scientific proofs. I have no laboratory where I can test and learn about each Atom. I have no desire or wish to prove right or wrong. I have no time to react to pressure with pressure. Whether I know or do not know, that is not worthy of a conversation. Whether I learn or unlearn, that’s a whole other topic, too. Whether I am funny or dancing, whether I live or smile mesmerized… Whether I keep my promises even, whether I have placed my heart on the line. Well, there are all kinds of conversations. Whether I […]

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Memory Of a Sacred Song

Prayer For Remembrance I love you in a Sacred way. I love you in a fierce way. My love doesn’t even grow. It’s so all-consuming. My Patience becomes fertile. I love you like a thousand suns. My warriors are dancers. My army is made out of hearts. We are fearless, armed with our songs. We never die, we are always young. Kindled and shining, piercing through conditions and times. You are helpless! Because this love I simply radiate, I radiate without Burning, I radiate without Hurting. I radiate without Wanting, I radiate without Needing. Then I know how to hurt less and burn more. To want less, surrender what’s lost. My love for you is Sacred, my love for you […]

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Give Me An Arrow & A Bow

Give Me an Arrow and a Bow, Show Me Arrows Made of Snow. The Creatures of the Day, they Gather the Light and make Honey  Out of  These Poems. Eternal Love Preserved the Dignity. The Creatures of the Night, They are the Watchers and The Keepers. They have the Keys of Time. And sometimes Earthy hours can be equal to Years. You need not be afraid. There are Guardians of Time. There are Watchers for the ones who disappear. You may call this Magic but it isn’t. It’s Mechanics and Mysteries. Truth is only bearable if you discover it on your own. Don’t be afraid. The Nightly Creatures also serve Divinity. Let us become Arrows, too. The Day & Nights,  […]

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There Is A World Inside This World – Poetry

Poetry by Svetlina Trifonova Someone opened the forest and said: “There is a world inside this world”. I will show you once, then you will never forget. Someone took me for a walk, learned the language of a hedgehog. Someone once left me alone, and I learned to be cautious and tender. Someone showed me the secret of snow, someone gave me a cape made of feathers. I was a traveler, and I traveled alone. But remember… Someone is always guiding you Home. Now, while your Soul sits on its throne, let me assure you. Someone cares of your Home. Feathers pull up other feathers. Svetlina Trifonova FB page: @Words by Svetlina – Думи от Светлина More poetry in English […]

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Every Once In A While – Poetry

Dedicated To The Best… Possible Version Of Things Every once in a while, every other century I assume, the kind of love happens that makes you an electrified, magnetic Sun incapable of functioning in this common version of accepted reality. This is absolutely, truly scaring, completely nullifying, causes brain damage – as people forget they were ever hurt before, causes certain and sudden neuron malfunctions, as you become transformed, polished, shaken and swallowed by the great, mysterious, centuries-lasting powers of Love, which has absolutely no care for your convenience, job, status, opinions or other abnormalities. Hence, your great chance is to turn yourself into a battle mode rather than a victim mode, pretending you do have a fighting chance. You […]

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Holi-Inspired Photography & The Poem “Colours”

Holi-Inspired Photography  Photographer: Kristina Likova Location: just outside of Plovdiv, Bulgaria  Colours Poetry by Svetlina Trifonova  – Colours will enter because you recognized the beauty of the blank canvas. – But I wish to remain a blank canvas. I don’t really need much of anything else anymore. I have you – we are together, in different spaces and times, we are always together, my beloved. I don’t need colours, let me be pure, I am a white space. I am beyond the colours, I’ve lived in the Light and swam through the darkness. I am beyond all poles of understanding. Remember me this way. Coloured, on the outside. Remember me this way if you still haven’t seen my colours on […]

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New Life – The Prayer of the Phoenix

Poetry of the Phoenix I seek a new life. Maybe I am here to bring a new light. Maybe I wasn’t fit for this world. And calculations turn out to be wrong at times. I try to integrate, to gather and to nourish. I try, and try, and try. And each attempt takes strength and courage. Are you like me? Attempting every single time. Was your light flickering sometimes? What did you go through, Soul? I see you wounded and forgotten. I am here. And I want to know. To listen. Seek a new life! One without a stain of grief. Remembrance of times that didn’t past, a magic circle that I chose to leave. For in a circle, too […]

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Ask For The Silence|Poetry

Ask for the Silence. Ask for time alone and time together. Ask for a dance away from violence. Ask, and ask, and ask again. But when your wish is granted – remember you are here for short. Just for the sweet momentum of the violins. Then when somebody holds your hands, when all your questions have been answered, remember the one who granted you this chance. Look up, find a beam of light and fly inside. Oh, how I pray that you remember. Svetlina Trifonova More Poetry for the Soul  (Copyright Applies) Please quote the author in case you share. Thank you for reading! This poem can also be found on allpoetry.com & svetlina.trifonova.wordpress.com 

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