Poem : By a plant poet

By a plant poet Whether my verses are to find a plenty soil, A soil that gives reason to the weary toil Whether the season will have come with care, With a care just as my verses were fair. Ah! The ages are against the written riches, The soil is ruined by hidden wretches Who … Continue reading Poem : By a plant poet

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Poem: ​Pantoum of the Antihero

​Pantoum of the Antihero Gets no love the one who doesn't love. It's not Karma, but simple logic. Even if he does, it's a sort of odds, Making the canon candid. It's not Karma, but simple logic; Who doesn't like people, will be alone, Who doesn't like water, will suffocate in, Who doesn't like life, … Continue reading Poem: ​Pantoum of the Antihero

Kids’ Classroom: Colour poems

If you are a Foreign Language Teacher and you are dealing with youngsters, beginners; one of the basic step that you must pass by is teaching the names of the colours. Personally, I admire this particular topic about colours; even if it may take maximum 2 classes or 3 with the examination. Basically, teaching colours … Continue reading Kids’ Classroom: Colour poems

“Öreg néne özikéje” translated by Benyamin Bensalah

"Öreg néne özikéje" (Anna Fazekas) translated by Benyamin Bensalah   I think there is no Hungarian young or old who wouldn't know the cute Hungarian fable of Anna Fazekas about the old lady saving the deer at the leg of the Matra mountain. As a child of the Matra, for me, it would be a … Continue reading “Öreg néne özikéje” translated by Benyamin Bensalah

Poem: The Curse Of Time

The Curse of Time Woe on the time which is resting under the ground - Been its graveyard tomb or sepulchar mound, Been its object eulogy, or been ne'er mourned, Been mouldered, or b'ing in a funeral morgue; Woe on them, woe! Woe on the time and its living framework - Being the languid killing … Continue reading Poem: The Curse Of Time

A Hungarian dish in Algiers: Lecsó + Perfect Rice

A Hungarian dish in Algiers: Lecsó + Perfect Rice Alrightythen! Today, it's my free day. I woke up early and started to think how to make my day the most beneficial and restful. In the last three days, my shoulder hurting and my jobs as a teacher were pressing me into the edge. So, I … Continue reading A Hungarian dish in Algiers: Lecsó + Perfect Rice

Poem: The heartless regime

The heartless regime Once upon a time, there's been, In the animal world; A heartless king, named Lionard, Who must own the last word. King Lionard - king of the forest, Was well-well known woodwide; From his strong determinations, No animal could hide. Be the snake under the bushes, Be the dog on the yard; … Continue reading Poem: The heartless regime