С НАМА ЈЕ БОГ

Свезали нас пра-оци од искона

трометним неразвез чворовима

наша застава славска је икона

зборујемо у Божијим дворовима.

Нераздвојни смо од свога жилишта

свели би без кандилȃ и путирȃ

чији бисмо били без крстилиштȃ,

бијелих цркава и манастира.

У православним нашијем генима

најпрво божури закрвоточе

снажимо на вјери и коријенима

кад у животу недаће злоточе.

Једни се другима попримичемо,

тога се недобронамјерни плаше

кад нам пријете крста се тичемо

и њиме бранимо што год је наше.

С нама је Бог! Пастир предводи стадо!

С нама је Бог! Посматрају нас преци!

С нама је Бог! Похвалу Њему дадох!

Помози Боже православној дјеци!

Трећа награда на књижевном конкурсу Православно перо, Лазаревац, 2025

LET YOURSELF BE YOURSELF

 

Let yourself be yourself

they don’t need to know

why your shirt gets buttoned up

why your hair is covered up

why you always wear a bow.

Let yourself be yourself

it’s a perfect chance

there is no taller hill than yours

only sometimes through those doors

let in who knows your soul’s dance.

Let yourself be yourself

the great are equally small

they all bend to do shoelaces

wash off sleepy morning faces

stand up, you’re not born to crawl.

Let yourself be yourself

does it matter who they are

you’re the water all are needing

a nonfiction book worth reading

all it matters is in your jar.

Let yourself be yourself

kick those dragging feet

time is precious to be fearful

don’t let exit to be tearful

just keep up with your own beat.

BE

 

Be

the fourth wheel my journeys

need to take me places

never someone with many faces

but the hand that holds tight

the violin with music to my ears

I wouldn’t want to put away

when my thoughts are in disarray

who helps me getting through

the magician of many tricks

standing patiently by the brim

dipping into my hut when slim

even chances are for finding hope

the amber glowing in the ashes

of wrong doing and wrong choices

the loudest of all the voices

in the choir of paths, ways and sidewalks

the water I immerse my entire self into

beside you my pinkest of all carnations

the ground for feasts and celebrations

I soar to my highest highs from.

Be you as you have always been

the one you answer all SOSs

the light I follow travelling places

that keeps me moving and never fades.

THOUGHTS

Fly butterfly thoughts!

Murky water is awaiting your sinking,

morning coffee is brewing -

fly my thinking.

Invisible fingers

holding a stirring stick,

one by one you’re being crushed and hit -

a stick should do the trick.

A fluffy pile is rising, 

the yeast is wet

a two-hand held spoon is relentless!

You haven’t settled yet?

To the bottom

we go seeking deliverance

two fingers down, two hands up

it’s always dry there -

why should we care?

DESTINY

Destiny, a nest way up there out of reach

a present, wrapped up very well

destiny, a lesson impossible to teach

a flower with a unique smell.

Destiny, intersections, some blurred signs

a chat with a perfect stranger

destiny, a well kept secret mine

someone removed a sign - danger.

Destiny, an unrevealed magician’s trick

a wishful thinking in a child’s look

destiny, a tight dress on a beautiful chick

a never written the most wanted book.

WHY WOULD ANYONE BE AS YOU

Why would anyone be as you,

all you can see it’s someone’s shell

before you know him all too well

even then no one is of your hue.

You may dislike his shiny shoes,

ask yourself if it’s easy to walk

in them and how big is a rock

inside, of course, you have no clue.

Don’t you appreciate your uniqueness,

wouldn’t the world be a boring place

if we all had an identical glaze

and suffered from a similar sickness.

Who says that everyone likes your tube,

imagine how hard it would be

to lose your own personality,

instead of a popsicle you’re an ice cube.

So, don’t expect that someone else

will ever be able to be you

a personality is not something that melts

and never changes its own hue.