“It Rises on Star-playgrounds…”, by J. W. Cassandra: this poem belongs to my volume 12, “Likeness Sways in Emptiness-cradle”. This is its overture poem. I edit my all volumes into a strict structure with a motto, an overture poem for the whole volume, then 21 cycles each one containing 12 poems with a 13. that is the opening poem of the actual cycle. And all volumes I finish with a closing poem for the whole volume. In addition, to the stream of the volumes I wrote an absolute overture and that of closing poem. In each volumes I placed 275 poems. And now I work on the 13 – 18 volumes, these are in progress yet. Well, this poem is the overture for the vol. 12. I share it both in English and Hungarian. Illustration I made on Canva, using a picture from Pixabay, made by Gerd Altmann. (The star-man).

J. W. Cassandra: “Nem lesz ékkő”: ez a versem a 11. kötetmbe tartozik, a “Szabadító, jövel!” címűbe, a “Lélegző Majom” című ciklusba. A vers jelkép: a hatalmas távolságot és különbséget ábrázolja az emberi és a természetfölötti lényeké között. Csak ma készült el. Mind angolul, mind magyarul megosztom itt. Illusztráció: Andre Mouton, Pixabay. (“It Will Not Be a Gem”, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 11, “Rescuer, Come!”, to the cycle “Breathing Monkey”. The poem is a symbol: it describes the giant distance and distinction of wit of man compared to that of the supernatural beings. I made it only today. I share here both the English and the Hungarian versions. Illustration is by Andre Mouton, from Pixabay.)

“It Will Not Be a Gem”, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem beklongs to my volume 11, “Rescuer, Come!”, to the cycle “Breathing Monkey”. The poem is a symbol: it describes the giant distance and distinction of wit of man compared to that of the supernatural beings. I made it only today. I share here both the English nad the Hungarian versions. Illustration is by Andre Mouton, from Pixabay.

“The Castle under Raising”, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem is one of the poems mentioned by me 3 days ago in my description on the poem “Whispers of Tower of Silence”. This actual poem belongs to my volume 5, “Book of Resplendent Origin”, cycle “Tower of Silence”. I never thought it will gain its sad and urgent actuality right today, since I wrote all the poems of that volume in 2012 yet. But now I share this poem as a warning… We all are but mortal, nothing more. No matter what we “possess” here: the eternal silence seals everything. And all our “possession” remains in this bank, we depart to the farther bank with our only real possession – the pure love we gave or hadn’t given to others. This is our only geniza, namely house of treasure. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Illustration is byReinhold Silbermann, from Pixabay.

“The Castle under Raising”, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem is one of the poems mentioned by me 3 days ago in my description on the poem “Whispers of Tower of Silence”. This actual poem belongs to my volume 5, “Book of Resplendent Origin”, cycle “Tower of Silence”. I never thought it will gain its sad and urgent actuality right today, since I wrote all the poems of that volume in 2012 yet. But now I share this poem as a warning… We all are but mortal, nothing more. No matter what we “possess” here: the eternal silence seals everything. And all our “possession” remains in this bank, we depart to the farther bank with our only real possession – the pure love we gave or hadn’t given to others. This is our only geniza, namely house of treasure. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Illustration is byReinhold Silbermann, from Pixabay.