Dejan Stojanovic

Rookie - 18 Points (March 11,1959 / Pec, Kosovo (the former Yugoslavia))

Dejan Stojanovic Poems

121. Imperfection 2/10/2010
122. Mastery 2/27/2010
123. Dream Within The Dream In The Dream Of Edgar Allan Poe 1/22/2010
124. All Women In One 1/25/2010
125. Being Late 1/22/2010
126. Sounds Of Imagination 1/23/2010
127. Don Quixote 1/27/2010
128. Forgotten Home 2/22/2010
129. A New Friend 2/10/2010
130. A Star Deep In The Mind 2/10/2010
131. The Strange Love Song Of T. S. Eliot 1/23/2010
132. Dancing Of Sounds 1/23/2010
133. A Woman In The Garden Of Light 1/25/2010

Comments about Dejan Stojanovic

  • Jasbir Chatterjee Jasbir Chatterjee (12/22/2011 11:15:00 PM)

    Dancing of sounds is a beautiful poem on nature versus art...Yes, art is a mere imitation of life and nature in particular...

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  • Sandra Kay Davis (5/27/2010 11:07:00 AM)

    Astounding insights!
    Wisdom abounds in your words...
    THANK YOU!

  • Dickson Mseti Dickson Mseti (4/26/2010 4:18:00 AM)

    POETS HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON. LOVE FOR THE PEOPLE AND THEY ARE LIKE SOLDIERS IN WAR.THEY RESCUE EACH OTHER, HELP EACH OTHER AND DIE FOR THE WHOLE COMMUNITY.THANK YOU FOR BEING A POET.

Best Poem of Dejan Stojanovic

A Woman In The Garden Of Light

To find the hidden place
Longing freely to explore
Break obstacles and recognize
Invisible sparks emanating
From the deserved discovery
Of nothing between us
Shining longing only
Wakening stars in the Garden
Witnessing the birth of new landscapes,
Future cities and temples
Hearing new stories, falling
From the fountains of the secret art
All old sounds and colors reviving
And you, blindingly bright,
Into new senses are melting me
And into the core I grow
With invisible roots piercing
Touching the core of fire
Traveling far to the ...

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Being Late

From where do simplicity and ease
In the movement of heavenly bodies derive?
It is precision.
Sun is never late to rise upon the Earth,
Moon is never late to cause the tides,
Earth is never late to greet the Sun and the Moon;
Thus accidents are not accidents
But precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
Love is almost never simple;

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