The waiting room of life
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak I am stuck in the waiting room of life And I still hear only these words: “tomorrow, just wait a little bit more, I am very sorry” […]
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak comes from Poland, Opole but since 2004, she has been living in the UK. She is a poet, writer, and translator and has published six volumes of poetry; three in Polish and three in English. She is also a contributor to numerous worldwide anthologies.
In 2014 she tried herself in prose and published her very first short story collection ''Doom''. Later another collection ''Interrupted life'' and a novel ''Blue cottage'' were published. Winner of many awards, diplomas, and statuettes, she translates polish poets into English and international poets into Polish. Her poetry was translated into English (by herself), French, Swedish, Spanish, Italian Telugu, Arabic, Russian languages. She is a pilgrim and an eternal dreamer.
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I am Whispered from Your Dream
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak United Kingdom I got lost with you my beloved like a water nymph in a forest glade dancing with an elf, barefoot on the grass listening to […]
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Life hurts …
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak someone strapped your dreams so high up eyes are tired but can’t sleep at all a swarm of black thoughts penetrates the head everything around is stripped […]
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So tiny but so powerful
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak UK Our Mother Earth for a long, long time shows many signs to the humans that it is time to come to our senses. Floods, tsunamis, volcanic […]
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Yesterday
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/UK She stood by the window yesterday and watched as life went by today flowers wither in pots she does not squint eyes to the sun anymore shutters […]
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In a Glass of Wine
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/UK I’m wondering between the entrance and the exit I am looking for you in vain You have perished Only our photo on the wall is still hanging […]
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Summer came again
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/UK Grandma! Grandma! See, summer came! Wherever you look, flowers are bowing their smell braids senses, intertwines a butterfly into a bouquet with two bees and a ladybird. […]
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Sunflowers
–Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/ UK They were pushing And they were angry at the sky They wanted to steal some praise from the sun And they ended their paradise life On […]
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THE SOURCE OF LOVE
–Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/ UK At the top of the stairs of your Church, were scattered crumbs of eternity. Between them, I found the sweetness of your heart. You asked me […]
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JUST A MOMENT, PLEASE !
–Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/ UK The aroma of a waiting cup of fragrant coffee fills the room and tempts me to wake I do not want to get up, I want […]
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WORDS LIKE SWORD
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak UK We create beauty with words they are not cliched by time, eternity will not fray their edges their message shines like a torch in the dark […]
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The Nest
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak UK The nest was once bustling With noises of young chicks With soft down Smelling of bird milk Today it is so empty Chicks are already grown […]