Maja is a South African/Croatian writer. She spent her childhood in South Africa and her late teenage years in Croatia. After that, she spent some time hopping between Africa and Europe. Her lifestyle has allowed me her gain varied insights about life from different people and places. She has many interests, which come through in her work.
Her first book, the 360 Degree Heart - a poetic ... more »
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Maja Dezulovic Poems
Anything can be danced to. You can jive and sing. And groove to all the joys life has to bring!
River Dancing on the River Styx
Here comes the boat and it's driver. Charon has taken my change for the fair, and off we go.
Major, We Have a Problem
I don't know where to start To save the world But I do know We have a problem.
A Poem a Day to Keep Insanity Away
I tried an article a day took too long I loathe editing... Didn't work
Take It To The River
That crazy fish sings. I kinda think it's cute although some say it's creepy.
The Bath Water is Running
The bath water is running And soon it’ll be cold. I can hear my mother coming And it’s me she’s going to scold.
Lazy days spent in bed With a netbook Warming my stomach That can’t be good!
Writer’s block You bloody fool! You think you’re smart, You think you’re cool!
A Tea Party With the Looney Tunes
I’m standing in the kitchen Making some tea I’m wondering about the rachet Happening in the lounge behind me.
it's a dance! With you? Not a chance!
These Words Came From The Heart
These words came from the heart. To show that I woke up this morning Against all odds, I’m up, I’m out
You Don't Have to Leave When the Sun Set...
You don’t have to leave the park at sunset. There are no criminals and thugs. They won’t pull security From underneath your feet like a rug.
For Best Imagery, Close Eyes, Imagine an...
Pink. No. Pinkish-blue. No.
The Rain Has Gone
Now that the rain has gone I can come out to play.
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Anything can be danced to.
You can jive and sing.
And groove to all the joys life has to bring!
The cockroaches on the floor
And a smile that came with a handsome donation
To the poor.
Everything deserves a delightful tap dance.
Perhaps they’ll think you’re crazy
But I say they’re all boring and lame
So take the chance.
Begin that hippidy hop.
Start the jazz.
A fun way to health
Adding that little bit of pizzazz.
Perhaps you’ll also gain some balance
And improve your stealth.
And, tell me: ...