الثلاثاء، 6 أكتوبر 2026


Aprende a Volar

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Aprende a Volar

Martha Vàzquez lesme

Martha Vàzquez lesme

Aprende a Volar

Deja que vuelen los sueños perdidos,

las despedidas que huellas marcaron en ti;

Cada momento triste que vuele muy lejos

y el largo silencio cuando te perdì.


Retoma del ocaso los puros colores

que al horizonte han llenado de luz,

llènate del aroma dulce de las flores,

respira muy hondo crece en tu virtud.


Todos los dìas tienen sus matices

el tuyo hoy te brinda un nuevo amanecer;

Viste de esperanza,sonrìe a la vida

abre bien la puerta y vuelve a querer.


Quizàs al final florezcas mujer,

solo tù lo puedes lograr al andar;

Con sueños bonitos que habràs de tejer,

cual paloma blanca aprende a volar.

DRA

HABANA,CUBA

documentation : Waffaa Badarneh 





*** سبيل ُ الهلاك. ***

النادي الملكي للأدب والسلام

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بقلم الشاعر المتألق : عمر بلقاضي الجزائري

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عمر بلقاضي / الجزائر

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في عصرنا دَخَنٌ أوْهَى مآثرَنا

فالأمنُ مُضطربٌ والدِّينُ مطعونُ

أهلُ الهدى سلكوا دربَ الهوى فغَوَوْا

فالجيلُ في خَبلِ الأفكار مرهونُ

رِيحُ المهازلِ قد هزّتْ ثوابتَهُ

الفكرُ مُستلبٌ والقلبُ مفتونُ

سمُّ الشّكوك سرى في كلِّ زاوية ٍ

وهل يفيدُ هدىً في الرَّفِّ مركونُ

إنَّ الظّلام له أيدٍ تحرِّكه ُ

والنّورَ في طمعِ الأشياخِ مسجونُ

ليلٌ له ظُلمٌ تغزو الشُّعوبَ ولا

تصحو ضمائرُها ، فالحقّ مدفونُ

حلّ البوارُ وحلّ المَقتُ وارتطمتْ

كبرى مآثرِنا ، أيّامنا هُونُ

ربُّ الوجود إذا شاع الفسادُ قَضَى

بالبطشِ مُنتقماً فالبطشُ مسنونُ

فهل نعودُ إلى الإيمان في وجَلٍ

الشّعبُ إن تركَ الإيمانَ ملعونُ

الشّعبُ إن تركَ الأخلاقَ مُعترضًا

فالخِزيُ غايتُه والبؤسُ والدُّونُ

بُعداً لذي دخَنٍ يقفو العِدى سفَهًا

بالجهلِ والدَّجلِ المأفونِ مسكونُ

يدعو إلى عَمَهِ الكفران مُتَّبعاً

زيفاً توهَّمهُ فالنَّهجُ مظنونُ

كم يدّعي كذِباً أنّ الحضارةَ في

دَوسِ الفضيلة فالمغرورُ مغبونُ

لا ينفعُ الخلقَ ذو زيغٍ وذو دغَلٍ

بالزّيفِ والحيفِ والأهواء مَشحونُ

لا ينفعُ الخلقَ من يرعى الشُّذوذَ لكيْ

يَرضَى البُغاةُ ودينُ الله مَوْهونُ

تلكمْ عُصارة ُمهموم لأمّتهِ

فالحزنُ مُحتدمٌ والقلبُ مطحونُ

توثيق : وفاء بدارنة 



***  نداء قلبي. ***

النادي الملكي للأدب والسلام 

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بقلم الشاعر المتألق : أماني ناصف 

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في حضورِكَ… تتوارى اللحظاتُ،

ويُزهرُ في عُمري ربيعٌ جديد،

ويصيرُ ضجيجُ صدري

موسيقى خفية،

وتقتربُ الأرضُ من حُلمِ السماء.

يا مَن كنتَ نبضي…

كيفَ تغدو عذابي، وفيكَ دوائي؟

أأنا في هواكَ منفى،

أم في بُعدِكَ اغتراب؟

ما زالَ حنينُكَ يسكنُني…

فلا تترُكني لصقيعِ بردي،

أنا في حضنِ هواكَ،

وطنٌ أحتمي فيه،

ولا سواكَ مأوى لروحي.

أنتَ الحنينُ.  

وظلُّ القوافي،
وأنتَ الحكايةُ التي لا تنام،
وأنتَ الحياةُ… بوجودِكَ
صارَ الوطنُ بيتًا لا يُغادَر.

أخشى الإفاقة… فأنتَ الندى
الذي يوقظُ في روحي
أزهارَها النائمة،
وأنتَ غيثُ القلبِ في عطشِ الحنين.

بكَ يذوبُ عنادي، ويُشفى وجعي،
فلا أرى سواكَ،
ولا أسمعُ غيرَ نداءِ قلبي،
حينَ يهمسُ باسمِكَ،
لحنُ الوجودِ والحياة.

قلمي: أماني ناصف

توثيق : وفاء بدارنة 





Tan sólo tú

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Tan sólo tú

Olga Lidia Sánchez Rico

Tan sólo tú 

Eres tan sólo tú 

quien me roba el aliento,

quien al abrir la puerta 

me llena de embelesos.


Eres tan sólo tú 

mi inspiración y llama,

el caballero fiel 

que siempre me acompaña.


Eres tan sólo tú 

el sol de mis mañanas,

el dulce complemento 

que está poeta aclama.


Eres tan sólo tú 

mi motivo en la vida,

quien me llena de amor,

el hombre seductor,

que por siempre me abriga.

D.R.A 

Olga Lidia Sánchez Rico 

Poetisa Azteca Artesana de Letras (seudónimo)

México 🇲🇽

documentation : Waffaa Badarneh 




Title - A Boy Carries Bread

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Title - A Boy Carries Bread

Author - Dr. Bishnu Prasad Sinha

Title - A Boy Carries Bread 

Author - Dr. Bishnu Prasad Sinha 

County - Bharat

Date - 06/10/2026

He was too young and about thirteen 

Yet, the boy helped his parents in the land 

That early morning he had seen

His father went for sowing peddy with hand


There were twelve women with his father 

They worked for wages to sow peddy

From the village the land was not farther 

But, its between the water, all were ready.


A red flag was flying above their heads

A pair of coconut was hanging on a bamboo 

Father was distributing seedlings to their hands

They all were singing folk like kuckoo 


The Sun rose a little high in the sky 

It was almost ten 'o' clock on the watch 

They were frequently watching with shy

Towards someone, who brought edible much.


His mother prepared bread and tea for them

He had to carry them carefully 

He was excited to carry each item 

A cattle in one hand, breads the other freely.


As soon he went out of the village 

He slept and fell down on the ground 

Breads went inside the mud, he couldn't manage 

The boy found nobody around.


He was afraid! what would happen?

If he couldn't reach them with the food

He thought to wash bread in a pond adjucent 

And the idea was too good.


He reached there where all had been waiting 

They ate all bread happily as they were hungry 

Yet, the boy saw the traces of dusts glowing 

But nobody knew it, otherwise they might be angry!

The flag and the coconut were put down 

They broke the coconut to eat its sweet carnel

Till today the secret is totally unknown 

But the boy remembers it, that's not a normal!

 Dr. Bishnuprasad

documentation : Waffaa Badarneh 





Tragovi na putu jesenjih boja

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Tragovi na putu jesenjih boja

Kimeta Šošo

 Tragovi na putu jesenjih boja.

Poput leptira slijećem sa cvijeta na cvijet, usplahirena I sretna.  

Kročim u ovaj novi predivan dan,

sva iščekivanja u ljubavi, 

kao pred prvi mladalački sastanak...


Sjećanja se roje, brojna i 

one naše lijepe 

mirisne avlije u Tekiji,

kojih više nema. 

Sve pusto...


Ako, evo ja za svoju dušu,

obilazim sokake, 

prepunim ovog jesenjeg cvijeća i 

ruža koje još bujaju i cvate. 


Mirisi se isprepleli u 

vijenac krunice mi na glavi. 

I pjesmu pjevušim 

tiho u sebi za svoju dušu, 

pa da sve to smjestim u 

kofer ljubavi. 


I poslat ću ga tamo daleko 

za sreću nekom, 

brodom sa jedrima od 

ruzinih latica, 

na talasima ljubavi.


Neka je sretno 

onom ko ga  prepozna, 

i uhvati mrežom ribara...


Umjetnik I pjesnik 

Kimeta Šošo 

Bosna I Hercegovina 

Sarajevo,  11.10.23.

documentation : Waffaa Badarneh 





The Caged Bird

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

The Caged Bird

By - Sarmin Seema

The Caged Bird

By - Sarmin Seema

Date - 6 October 2026

The caged bird remains inside the cage,

while my soul rests its beak upon its bars.

How can I ever break that cage

if, within my own mind,

there are so many invisible chains?

Who will understand me

what has happened to me?

Where have I lost myself,

and where have I found that inner being

who has silently

been searching for me

within my own heart?

Who else is there within my heart

but You?

Everyone comes,

stays for a while like a passing shadow,

then crosses the river of time

and disappears

into the distant unknown.

You have been quietly

making me whole for so long

yet I did not understand.

I begged for wholeness

at the doors of human beings,

while the moment I opened

the door of my own heart,

Your divine light

was already awake

beside me.

I searched for You

in the minarets of mosques,

in the ringing bells of temples,

in the prayers of churches,

in the flowing rivers,

in the leaves of trees,

in the dew of dawn.

Then, one day,

I returned to my own heart

and discovered

You had been there

all along.

I divided humanity

by names,

by caste,

by religion,

by borders;

yet You taught me

that the color of blood

flowing through the human heart

knows no boundaries.

So today I say to the bird

if you wish to fly,

do not merely search

for the door of the cage;

first, recognize

the chains within yourself.

How can you break the cage

if your own inner world

has become a prison?

The day you conquer yourself,

you will discover

the sky was never far away,

your wings were never broken;

it was only fear

that kept you from flying.

“Where are You?”

You are there

in my breath,

in my conscience,

in the tears of another,

in the waiting of the hungry,

in a child’s laughter,

in a mother’s prayer,

in the silence

of a forgiving heart.

Who else is there within my heart

but You?

Even in the depths of the heart

of the one I have called

“the other,”

there lives the pulse of life

that You have given.

I want to free myself

so that I may see humanity free;

I want to light peace

within my own heart

and place

a lamp of peace

within the heart of the world.

And the heart

where the light of truth burns

is itself a boundless sky;

that human being

is the true bird;

and that flight

is the soul’s

true liberation.

documentation : Waffaa Badarneh