Joseph S. Josephides

Rookie - 151 Points [(Iosif S. Iosifidis)] (23rd of May,1948 / Larnaca, CYPRUS)

Joseph S. Josephides Poems

161. The Elder Seer Of Olympia 9/7/2008
162. Epic Fight To Save Our Home 2/7/2014
163. Solomos, Besieged But Free 1/25/2014
164. Defeat 12/27/2015
165. The Young Refugee And My Mask 4/1/2016
166. The Driver Of Bronx 9/11/2008
167. The Tribe Chief Of Seattle 9/12/2008
168. Rhapsody ? ’: Descending Down To Hades 9/28/2008
169. Creon And Antigone 1/11/2014
170. Meritorious, Meritorious, Meritorious 9/11/2008
171. The Rerurn Of Salmon 9/7/2008
172. Saint Francis - The Poor Man Of God 9/7/2008
173. Eros – Pteros 9/7/2008
174. Gioconda, Mona Lisa 9/7/2008
175. Conflagration - Library Of Alexandria 9/9/2008
176. The Unknown Beauty 9/11/2008
177. Great Soul - Mahatma Gandhi 9/9/2008
178. Ab, Abraham Lincoln 9/8/2008
179. Poetry 9/9/2008
180. Titanic 2 9/7/2008
181. Your Name 9/9/2008
182. In The Beginning It Was Spice 9/8/2008
183. I Is You 9/8/2008
184. The Window 3/15/2006
185. Goddess In Love 9/11/2008
186. The Other Bird 9/7/2008
187. Nature's Advice 9/22/2006
188. Aphrodite And Li Bai 9/7/2008
189. Do They Hear? 9/12/2008
190. Amazon River 9/9/2008

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Best Poem of Joseph S. Josephides

Amazon River

Why, State, your eyes don’t see the Amazon River?
Tsiko said 'Amazon is life' and you agreed to save it.
Why the horsemen of interests invaded in the night?
Their bullet entered Tsiko’s chest but invades your own.

You cry as a crocodile, but tomorrow as a coward.

The pheasant of our forest sings dirges for our hero
Tsiko Mentez, same with the seal of Skiathos
that was wailing for the girl who fell in the sea.
We, his friends, are laughing in this jail you threw us
we set free a donkey in the square with a picket
declaring: “I don’t ...

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Gioconda, Mona Lisa

Gioconda, why do you smile confusing the folks and experts?
Do you stare at me, for I insist that Sundays follow Mondays?
For I consider the cloud as smoke though it rains a whole life?

Is it because I’m a tree hiding my roots away for economy?
Cause I work for others who breathe my oxygen at no cost?

Do you smile for we can’t separate the white from the blank,
flour from heroine, cinder of fireplace from the ashes of war?

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