Browse Tagged “Poetry” from the Canadian Macedonian Heritage Society archive, library and community collections.
John Bitove is the founder of the Canadian Macedonian Place. God Bless him, and God Bless this Place. The seniors from all parts of Macedonia live in Canada happily Like one big family. Bitove... Bitove... Bitove... At all functions, the Macedonian people are calling his name with love A great admiration And with standing ovation. He is a philanthropist who brought to seniors' hope And by seeking the human rights ...
Vassa Evans is determined to build a home For the Macedonian people of old Inspired by the Lord Canada is her free world From Macedonia, she brought the light with her And in Canada she works day and night She wants to make sure that the Macedonian seniors in the home Will never feel unhappy or alone All Canadian Macedonian functions are a big success God bless A great lady of admiration Keeping alive the Macedonian ...
Dressed in the Jesus Christ mantle Spiritual man of God Archimandrite Nikodime Tsarknias In Aegean Macedonia is a Macedonian priest Holy appearance Angelic expression He wants the human rights For the Macedonians of Aegean Macedonia He meets many obstacles But he faces them all heroic The Greeks offer him treasures and gold For him to mistreat the Macedonians Archimandrite Nikodime Tsarknias A Living Saint answers ...
Her high school life Was unbearable. The high school teacher Wanted to brake her morale. He insulted her, chased her out of the classroom often And he was feeling very happy That was his elevation That was his confidence. She was going home with cries She was complaining to her mother And saying, "Go and speak to the teacher For the unjust behavior of his..." Her mother was answering her with sadness "This problem ...
The miser where ever he goes His mind is for money. He wears cheap clothes And he eats poorly. He daydreams and he daydreams Money, money, money He counts and he recounts his money He thinks they are not enough. He deprives the basic life. He does know the meaning of an entertainment or a trip. He has hatred in his heart Everything bothers him. His wife suffers greatly She had a different way of living. She loved ...
This poem is dedicated in loving memory of Danny Stoitsevski- Hatzystoitse (Hafzyioannou) An unforgettable Hero, from Florina-Lerin DANNY STOITSEVSKY (1925-1988) Patsy Sider-Aspassia Bossota In Florina-Lerin the terminally ill widow mother of Danny Stoitsevski Breathless was calling Danny, her son. Her last wish was this. Danny, her son, she wanted to see him, for the last time. Danny, previously, was resident of ...
My Macedonian grandfather with the donkey filled with groceries From the market comes towards our house. Our house is located across the police station In the city of Florina-Lerin, which is a tiny city. The backyard of our home faces the magnificent mountain And the front-yard of our home faces the river that flows calmly. From afar when I see the grandfather I leave the games, and the boys To get for my ...
The mountain climber with his athletic beauty And his golden heart He is set out early in the morning For his morning walk towards the mountains. On his shoulders, he carries the green bag filled with food And a flask of refreshing water. Lassie, the dog runs lively. She is ahead of him. The uphill road Is too narrow and too tiring. A gentle wind caresses their faces And the birds are welcoming them in singing. ...
In Florina-Lerin where I grew up there is a mountain Therefore, I sing continuously for it. On it hundreds of birds voices sing And each May Day the youth sweet songs sing to it It seems like yesterday since I said farewell to you. In the foreign country, I did not forget you. Your image is in my memory Like the shades of the colorful dawn. My handsome mountain I love you very much. On your wild flowers, of daisies ...
It was painted on my father's face, the joy and the fear The times when he held the radio close to his ear. He was hearing Macedonian songs Prohibited by the Greeks, the Macedonian songs. The volume of the radio was too low Any lower could not go. He wondered, if the Greek policeman was outside of his home Hidden under the window, or the porch, for eavesdropping. Mother was shaking as a leaf. She was whispering to ...
