POEMS WRITTEN IN SPAIN (INTRAS)
IT IS WORTH It is worth writing, It is worth knowing the recipe for a hot stew, It is worth mending a torn sock and meeting new people, It is worth being grateful to your neighbours, A good book is worth reading, It is worth studying, even if you haven't, It is worth finding companions, It is worth dancing and visiting Salamanca, Mandalas are worth painting, It is worth learning to ride a bike, It is worth laughing until your belly hurts It is worth saying I love you when I really feel it… Collaborative poem CHILDHOOD MEMORIES Childhood memories taste like snacks. Mornings taste like Monopoly, Playing with curiosity and freedom. Freedom smells like summer afternoons on a bicycle. Losing the fear of swimming. Sailing in a cardboard boat. How nice that on the same day the Three Wise Men and the roscón* come together! Going to Mars and coming back for chocolate and bread. Childhood memories should not be forgotten... Collaborative poem *Roscón is a typical cake that people in Spain eat on 6th January. The Three Wise Men day, the best day in the year for children!
POEMS WRITTEN IN GREECE (Etairia Koinonikis Psixiatrikis kai Psixikis Ygeias)
A perfect day … A perfect day sun and sea I went for a walk without stress, bright and confident to find the imperfection of today's perfection. I sat in a cafe by the sea and I sang with friends I am full of joy and happy. I took a boat and opened up to the sea I am not afraid of anything with a heart full of love let this moment not end Collaborative poem SHE & THE GROUP At first she was skeptical, closed, stunted-stressed. Thirsty for learning, she is searching for herself. Entering the group, she feels safe and secure through experiential knowledge. The meeting with the fellow travelers was valuable, fruitful, creative, interesting. It will be unforgettable in her mind, heart, like the first grade of elementary school. On the way she met challenges, she felt fear and terror, but despite being a little timid, She moved on... she recognized them, she faced them, ...she became stronger. She recognized her weaknesses and strengths. How easily our weaknesses became strengths! Collaborative writing TEAM Our story begins together we tune in to a common goal like a clenched fist completion is given The strength in unity Powerful result will give Collaborative poem
POEMS WRITTEN IN SLOVENIA (OZARA storitveno in invalidsko podjetje d.o.o.)
A woman A woman is beautiful…When groomed… With colour on her hair and hair beautifully done… With nice clothing… She is beautiful…when in laughter… When the kindness is in her heart and she gives so much. Every woman is beautiful… When she firstly sees the beauty in her… When she loves herself… Collaborative poem A MOMENT ON THE PATH Just today, power and courage, I trust myself, I believe. On the path of history I stop today, courage and love. The right path today, of my ancestors, powerful wind. Collaborative poem LIFE (Suzana Macun) Each of us needs to be aware, of how much life can be beautiful, even if not having it all there is to take from society. We have been diligent children, feeling responsible today for this third world of ours, that is strained as a complex game of chess. Of you are a diligent soul, also a bit inventive you can become what we all have dreamt of as children. Life is not just an illusion, it can be a fantastic song, singing about spreading your horizons and be patient for details... Collaborative poem
POEMS WRITTEN IN FINLAND (Finnish Association of Biblio-Poetry Therapy)
Magic Box - Taikalaatikko I would put in my magic box The star sparkle from the surface of the water The glow of Dart Vader's sword The laughter of a child in a sickening whirligig I would put in my magic box Princess Leia’s smile pits The roar of a tooth-aching dinosaur The growl of a Ferrari rumbling in a tunnel I would put in my magic box The tingle of fairies drunk in the park The explosion of the Death Star The scent of dog paws I would put in my magic box the crushing of a lego by a naked foot Frostbitten fingers The love brought by ecstasy My box is fashioned with Yoda blood With Millennium Falcon oil With the dust and invisible energy of the stars Oliwer Korhonen Magic Box I would put in the box the eye of a peacock butterfly the brave colour of a silver-washed fritillary the majestic flight of a swallowtail I would put in the box the wistful song of a blackbird the nocturnal sigh of an eagle owl the echoing call of a gavia arctica I would put in the box a spring concerto among branches a torrent of abundant life when everyone wakes to the light of the sun I would put in a box afterglow and sunset The back of a calm lake a rower disappearing into the horizon When I look at my box it is fashioned from pasque flowers, bluebells and daisies it is guarded by a blister beetle with a blue glow from there the vesperbats depart for their short night flight When I look at it I remember where I come from where I am and where I am going to and what is important Mimi Bird Yes. The bird was alive. Despite all the darkness and death of the world it survived through the darkness and misery. And the bird sang. Despite everything, it sang. It was not disheartened, even though it could have been It did not give up, because it had not been created to ever give up. Jenna Karjalainen TWIN SISTER 9 months of your closeness then transforming into a guardian angel to watch me to give me love the power of life into light and hope ABUSE stained and broken disgraced and silenced made to carry the secret to live with one’s pain DIARY joy and sadness hope and despair day and night taking turns therapy for surviving ARRIVING from port to port arriving through the storm grateful, at rest With Him Virva Tyrväinen Herald The trees know They tell each other The trees do it A subterranean network, invisible to us The trees dare They face the storm They don’t tell us everything, but they help us find it Life and connection What can the trees teach? - sometimes resting is good and necessary - it’s worth waiting for spring - you can grow even in a rock’s crevice - there is a place and a time for everybody - connection is indispensable - the cycle of life is precious beauty in its every stage Riitta Luukko