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 | Nikos LaiosNikos Laios:poet,writer,artist,philosopher,and citizen of the world.Lived in Greece,and now in North Sydney,Australia.My home is any cafe with a warm heart,a glass of wine,and partaking in a symposium on life with new friends,with joy and laughter. | |
| | | | | | next | | Asphodel Dreaming by Nikos Laios I woke up In a field of asphodel Under the shade Of an oak treeNext to a Gurgling stream.
| | | Sunflowers by Nikos Laios An old man sits On a park bench With a big bright Bouquet Of sunflowers,And the sun Is shinin | | | Barfly by Nikos Laios On a Creaking Stool, the Barfly WatchesThe worldWhir by.
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| | Wounded bird by Nikos Laios Like a wounded bird You flew into my arms And nestled in my embraceAnd I held you softly Protecting youAgainst the | | | Ravaged World by Nikos Laios The world is burning,Forest fires in Siberia,Heatwaves in Canada,Sweltering British summers, | | | When travel died by Nikos Laios Is 2022 the year that travel died? I ponder this question as I take a run after work around the northern foreshore of Sydney Harbour. The first days of July, and it’s winter here, the skies are grey and it’s raining. It’s been | | | Stardust by Nikos Laios Do not despair forWe carry the light within us, We carry the burst of stars in creation,We carry the surge of the summer sea,We carry flowers in bloom i | | | Fried Eggs & Ham by Nikos Laios The eggs are Popping in the pan,The coffee pot is hot,The blinds are flapping And the leaves are Crumpled and dry. | | | Nature's Symphony by Nikos Laios I sat on my balcony Painting a new artwork, And the sky was glowing With a soft diffusing orange,And the light fell on the landscape | | | Desert Wind by Nikos Laios I walked on alongA desert highway That cut through Red sand and rolling Dunes that stretchedAs far as the eyes could see, | | | | next | |
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