Zbigniew was born Poland
Sources of my poetry:
“I take from love, light and sun
out of the need of the heart and dream
because every soul was sensitive to beauty
turns life into poetry Global Ambassador of Peace, President of the Association SAPS Polska, 66 years of creative work as a poet and writer and composer, journalist involved in Artystyczna and Cultural Promotion of Peace. In the USA for his achievements and all creative work receives the Diamond Pen and Honorary Membership of Two Literary Clubs in Chicago and becomes a Member of the Polish-American Association Academy of Poetry JP II in New York. Golden Statuette for his achievements in creativity, on stage and social work received at the World Poets’ Rally in Vilnius, Lithuania 2017. He receives a feather with a diamond and a silver treble clef from Comrade Friends of the city of Poznań. Over the years 2018-2023 receives the title of Dr. 7 times. Honoris Causa in this field Literature in 2023. He is also appointed in 2023 President of the Chamber of Doctors Honoris Causa of the Union of Universities
Spanish-speaking Nations in Mexico to Poland,
with the right to nominate for the title of Dr. Honoris Causa people distinguished for Polish and world culture”.
WHY DID IT END?
Life is like a traveling circus with changing human feelings
captured in the flash of a fascinated viewer’s eye
the full rapture between us suddenly becomes a fact
uncertainty is reflected
like in a mirror on your partner’s face
what a moment ago seemed like shared happiness
slowly walks away into the distance and dies in the hands of those who are thirsty
we stand in front of each other,
dressed in masks of our own illusions
my eyes in love in her eyes warm like velvet
I still remember those warm kisses in the arena of life
where everything swirled around us,
shadows carried us away today
of that former splendor are a black background for our faces
The curtain has fallen and I won’t change anything in our lives
SHE TORE HER HEART
She tore her heart like a piece of paper
she threw it out the window into the world
she walked proudly and unfeelingly ahead
without the feelings that everyone knows
a girl found this heart
she did not hesitate to bring it to her lips
she hugged her to her chest
the wind carried the melody of her happiness
She brought life back to a torn heart
strong pulse and true love rhythm
indifference moved out of the house
today no one will recognize a torn heart
PAINTED WITH PAIN
A gray winter day without snow
and normal hope
outside the window,
the wind blows between the bare trees
there is only faint light in the room,
as seen from the window
here humanity has extremely
down-to-earth features
unnoticeable to others for years
in a cottage as old as time
an old man behind the table in this cold, spiritless space where there is no spark
from the fireplace on the foggy glass
the last one holds a slice of bread
in his worn hand
he reads outdated news from the newspaper lying on the table
with his hand to his temple
do they know about his fate?
there is an empty cup on the table
and there is no hot food
There are no voices in the distance,
the dog was taken away from him today
a world of friends
and family remained behind him
now only the last one seems simple in life
he doesn’t care when he meets his last hour
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
