Dimitris P. Kraniotis, Greek Poet

 

Dimitris P. Kraniotis is an award-winning Greek poet. He was born in 1966 in Stomio, a coastal town in central Greece. He studied at the Medical School of the Aristotle University in Thessaloniki, Greece. He lives and works as a Medical Doctor, specialist in Internal Medicine in Larissa, Greece. He is Doctor of Literature (Litt. D.) by the World Academy of Arts and Culture, Academician of the International Academy of Micenei (Italy), President of 22nd World Congress of Poets (Greece 2011) by United Poets Laureate International, Founder and President of World Poets Society (W.P.S.) and Ambassador of Poetas del Mundo to Greece. He is Editor and Director of the electronic magazine “World Poet” and 3 online poetic libraries, Editorial Director of the Greek medical magazine “Hippocrates”, Member of the Editorial Board of the Greek literary magazine “Graphi” of the Cultural Organization of the Larissa Municipality and Member of several organizations including the Hellenic Literary Society, Greek PEN Center, International Society of Greek Writers, Hellenic Society of Writing Physicians, Larissa Writers and Poets Society (former Vice-President 2003-2006 & President 2006), United Poets Laureate International (UPLI), World Academy of Arts and Culture (WAAC), International Writers and Artists Association (IWA), Union Mondiale des Ecrivains Medecins (UMEM), Poetas del Mundo (Chile), Poetry Society of America (PSA) and Academy of American Poets. Four of his poetic collections have been published: “Traces” (poems in Greek, Larissa, Greece 1985), “Clay Faces” (poems in Greek, Larissa, Greece, 1992), “Fictitious Line” (poems in Greek and translated into English and French, Larissa, Greece 2005) & “Dunes” (poems translated into French and Romanian, Bucharest, Romania 2007). His poems have been translated into English, French, Romanian, Bulgarian, Serbian (Serbo-Croatian), Dutch & Portuguese. Central theme in his poetry is contemporary man, his impasse, his worries, his fears, his hopes and dreams. He has won a number of international literary awards for his poetry (in Greece, USA, UK, France, Italy & India), which has been published (in books, anthologies, magazines & newspapers) in many countries around the World.
 

Websites of Dimitris P. Kraniotis:

v      The Official Website of the Greek Poet: http://www.dimitriskraniotis.com/

v      World Poets Society (W.P.S.): http://world-poets.blogspot.com/

v      International Poet: http://international-poet.blogspot.com

v      Greek Poet: http://greek-poet.blogspot.com       

                         

                                Featured Poetry of Dimitris P. Kraniotis 

 

Fictitious line

 

Smokes

of cigarettes

and mugs

full of coffee,

next

to the fictitious line

where the eddy

of words

leans against

and nods,

wounded,

to my silence.

 

Ideals 

Snow-covered mountains,

ancient monuments,

a north wind that nods to us,

a thought that flows,

images imbued

with hymns of history,

words on signs

with ideals of geometry.

 

 Illusions 

 

Noiseless wrinkles

on our forehead

the frontiers of history,

shed oblique glances

at Homer’s verses.

Illusions

full of guilt

redeem

wounded whispers

that became echoes

in lighted caves

of the fools and the innocent.

 

 

The end

 

The savour of fruits

still remains

in my mouth,

but the bitterness of words

demolishes the clouds

and wrings the snow

counting the pebbles.

But you never told me

why you deceived me,

why with pain

and injustice did you desire

to say that the end

always in tears

is cast to flames.

 

 

Ashes

 

The fireplace

was eager

to put a full stop,

in the sentence

where the road

of my dreams

stuck

upon the word of happiness

with sparkles

of wet logs

I collected

from the inside of me

that I dared

to turn to ashes.

 

 

Rules and visions 

 

Life counts

the rules;

the sunset, their exceptions.

Rain drinks up

the centuries;

spring, our dreams.

The eagle sees

the sunrays

and youth, the visions.

 

 

Denials

 

A roar of cars

seals the dawn

with short-cut answers,

with unyielding denials

that are repeated

explicitly

every sunset.

 

 

One-word garments

 

Waves of circumflexes,

storms of adverbs,

windmills of verbs,

shells of signs of ellipsis,

on the island of poems

of soul,

of mind,

of thought,

one-word garments

you wear

to endure!

 

 

Maybe

 

The cloud struggled

against the sand

underneath the rain

of ”no” and ”yes”,

forcefully treading

on the rationale

that obeys

the impasse of ”maybe”.

 

 

What I ask

 

A ball of threads

my prayers

whisper

frightened.

Foolish ”I”s

are choked

without you ever

knowing

what I ask.

 

 

The ”don’ts” and ”zeros”

 

The night

that strangled

the endless moments

I had wished

to live,

passed by

without my lighting up

the candle

I had longed

to warm up

all the ”don’ts” and ”zeros”.

 

 

Limits

 

Fragments of glasses

in the empty room

of the inarticulate whispers,

bleed

our limits,

fill

with sores

the caress of our soul.

 

 

They called her crazy

 

She loved

the flowers, the trees.

She kissed

the poppies, the lilies.

She played

with animals, like a child.

She adored

the humans, the birds.

She would sacrifice herself

for the life and love.

They called her crazy!

But why?

 

 

To you I speak

 

To you I speak,

do not show indifference.

This moment

to me

is mighty.

I am happy.

These words I uttered

and all were sad.

They left,

heads down.

 

 

To the dead poet of obscurity

(In honor of the dead unpublished poet)

 

Well done!

You have won!

You should not feel sorry.

Your unpublished poems

-always remember-

have not been buried,

haven’t bent

under the strength of time.

Like gold

inside the soil

they remain,

they never melt.

They may be late

but they will be given

to their people

someday,

to offer their sweet,

eternal essence. 

 

Victory

 

Short

is the life of victory.

Stuck

on the mud of the mistakes,

on the mud of the tarmac.

 

 Copyright © 2008 Dimitris P. Kraniotis

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