Tatjana Debeljački

Tatjana Debeljački, rođena je 23.04.1967. godine u Užicu. Piše poeziju,  kratku prozu, priče i haiku. Član je Udruženja Književnika Srbije – UKS od 2004. godine i Haiku Društva Srbije – HDS Srbije. HUSCG- Montenegro i HDPR  Croatia.Član udruženja pisaca “Poeta” Beograd, od 2008.Član Hrvatsko Književnog Društva – HKD od Croatia 2009. Član Društva pesnika “Antun Ivanošić” Osijek 2011. Zamenik glavnog i odgovornog urednika  (saradnja sa časopisima & intervjui) http://diogen.weebly.com/redakcijaeditorial-board.html Urednik  je Časopisa”Poeta” ,udruženja pisaca “Poeta” http://www.poetabg.com/  Saveza Jugoslovenskih Književnika u Otaždžbini i Rasejanju-Beograd, Književnog kluba Jesenjin – Beograd. Do sada sam izdala četri zbirke poezije: «KUĆA OD STAKLA»  izdavač  «ART» Užice, godina izdavanja 1996.; zbirka poezije «TVOJA» izdavač  «NARODNA KNJIGA» Beograd, godina izdavanja 2003.; zbirka haiku pesama «VULKAN» izdavač «Lotos» Valjevo, godina izdavanja 2004.CD Knjiga u izdanju  ART+“KUĆA OD STAKLA“2005.SR-EN sa Muzikom. AH-EH-IH-OH-UH izdavač Poeta,Beograd 2008. Poezija i haiku prevedeni su na više jezika.

Gord-a-dan
Japan u Aprilu
Ne-brižljivim
Na belini
O pesmo
Odana
Ritual samoće
Tam-tam
Zasluge

Gord-a-dan

KORENJE VIDOVITO, NADIRE
NEDOKUČIVE MUDROSTI.
TAKO POČINJE, VARLJIV JE POGLED NA
VREME. ČAS JE DA UGLEDAMO POTONULE
.RAZUMEŠ LI ŠTO ČITAŠ? DONOSIŠ ONO
MALO STO ŽELIŠ. TVOJ LIK JOŠ RASTE I
PLAČE. PRIBLIŽAVANJE I UDALJAVANJE
,SILNA SLABOST. SVET ŠTO SE PRUŽA I NE
PRIPADA NIKOME ,DAJ NEŠTO OD SEBE
ŠTO DAJE SMISAO IZ NITI VOLJE.
POGLEDAJ DRUGIM POGLEDIMA NA
SVETLOST. ZLO JE OPASNA ZARAZNA
BOLEST, ISELI SE IZ ZLA ,ONO PRODUŽAVA
VEK.»GORD-A-DAN» SUZE REKE SAD
ŽUBORE,PAS SVILI, NEMA TE. OTRGNI SE
LJUBIM TE! I NEČUJNO KROZ OTVORENA
VRATA DOðI NA GOZBU OČUVANIH
OSEĆANJA ,SNOVIðENJA NA RADOST!
DOSTOJAN DAR , GLADNU ŽUDNJU U
POSTELJI OD PERJA , SVILA BELA KO SNEG
,SNAGOM TIŠINE. CVETOVI MASLAČKA
,PLEŠIMO IZ DALEKA POGLEDIMA,
TELIMA, DODIRUJ MO SE SAMO
DLANOVIMA.

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Japan u Aprilu

Istinski silna, neoprezna ponekad,
Žudim nema i daleka!
Obnažena, ispunjena savršenstvom,
Pohañam uživanja!!!
Gde ima poverenja ima i radosti.
Nikad nije slikao moju strast,
Snove od boje do reči,
Bez neizvesnosti i jeze.
Trenutak svetlosti me pogoña.
Utiskuje japanski zrak na lice.
April lagano izliva boje,
Nad udvojenim senama što plešu.
NA BELINI
Za buket ruža vezane noge;
Ruke slobodne za molitvu;
Kosu prekili pupoljci;
Ime joj nosi ponosni paun.
Anñeoska svetlosti obasjaj
Sliku žute ruže i blud.
Sveci bez stida i straha.
Ljubav menja nas.
Oduzeli su joj
Igračke i ljubavnika.

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Ne-brižljivim

Gubi se u sivilu samoće.
Uljez saznanja-šum iz uma.
Nejasna nit, strasna, surova, bdi.
Plod nije zavera.
Ludak, genije tišine!
Približi se neizrecivom.
Analiza razuma-ropstvo!
U šetnji, vidni stid!
Uzbudljiva autonomija,
Otvoreni vrata,prozori,
Promaja!
U magli stepenice
Vode ka nebu.
Paralizovana savest,
Pokretno ogledalo.
U množini protiv rečitih,
Dirigovanja, ponašanja,
I priznati krivicu.
Crta koja spaja,
Put u svemirski brod.
Mimoilzimo sa omalovažanjem.

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Na belini

Za buket ruža vezane noge;
Ruke slobodne za molitvu;
Kosu prekili pupoljci;
Ime joj nosi ponosni paun.
Anñeoska svetlosti obasjaj
Sliku žute ruže i blud.
Sveci bez stida i straha.
Ljubav menja nas.
Oduzeli su joj

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O pesmo

Juče postojah beskrajno jaka.
U ljubav zazidah želje bez nade.
Vedrinom obojih silne agonije.
Neka cveću sijaju mirisi.
Neka se pupoljci mojih radosti razvijore.
Opominjem pesmom božije kazne.
Zrela tela okreću se za nezrelim.
Dišu promenjivo, uznemireno…
Glasno odjekuju pritajena dahtanja.
Lepršavost želi da zaigra na otvorenu kartu.
Uzbudljiva nestašnost ima prodorne namere.
Golica okom golubljim perom.
Slušaj pticu u ustima, zarobljenu glasnim žicama.
Uroni u reku koja izvire u očima.
Hodam ka tvojoj lepoti kroz svet koji krase livade.
Budi se zadobijena svest bezmoralnih načela.
Pronañoh te zgrčenu od jeze,
Zaspalu na nitima mesečine.
Žrtvovanog dostojanstva.
Kasnim u svemu, zadržana prohtevima.
Nebo se otvara, razvedrava za radost.
Uznosiš se još snena i nesvesna svoje veličine
Merene vekovima.

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Odana

Istina ne postoji,
Istina i laž
Se podržavaju!
Svaka istina nužno
U sebi nosi nešto lažno!
Ambiciozna
laž nije toliko lažna,
izmišljena, nije večna.
U sebi ne sadrži istinu
prilagodjenu samu od sebe.
Rešava enigmu tajanstvenosti
ne obazirući se da li istina
kada se preokrene čini laž!
Ove dve suprotne moći
uzastopno pokreću jedna drugu,
negiraju se u igri reči,
pokreću bes, osvetnički gnev.
Zagonetno, odgonetno, stidim te se!
Skriven mi pogled pod velom,
boja svetlosti zadivljujući opus!!!

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Ritual samoće

Utorak 18,30
Skuvala sam kafu.
Sipala piće.
Odsekla parče torte,
(ili sve to zajedno).
Crne kožne rukavice,
Zagrejana peć.
Mazila se do zanosa,
Pobedila još jednu
decembarsku noć…

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Tam-tam

Tražim boju i svetlost
Sve obuzeto ritmom,
Sad znam ples crnih ljudi
Samo ne gazim tepih od peska

Tam- tam je sad igra
Mački i pasa
Zamislite šta se sve zbiva
U uzbuñenoj gomili
Ja ritam i zvuk,
Sadašnjost i prošlost -
Evo me!
Ustanite svi!
Ti, stranče,
Što tapkaš sa mnom
Da li bi mogao voleti,
Il` samo igrati tam-tam?
Moje proleće dolazi!
Zato ne gladnim, ne žednim,
Ne tugujem, ne plašim se
Ostavljam heroje i ratove,
Njihove bitke i poraze
Sloboda mi je cilj.
Proleće moje dolazi
Jer znam jedan lagani ples,
Ples uz BUBNJEVE.

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Za-sluge

Dolazak koristi za pripremu buduće
psihodramske šanse.
Mašta nadvila svoju senu nad srećnom prošlošću.
Prtiv-volja otvara manifestaciju,
beskućnik promišljeno, zadovoljno
postiže i zadržava zavisnost, oplemenjuje
uskladjenost vrelinom prljavština. Na delu
miris parfema neutralisan votkom, skida se da ne
izgužva odelo.
Ljubomora ga pita kad je prevari? Pre dva
meseca!
Stalna, trajna izdaja, neskoncetrisana…
Strašljiv, plašljiv, muževan glas u znaku uzvika!
Žudnja i strast su dalekovidne!
Egoizmom negativne, iz nirvane metafizičke strasti
Šta si se uhvatio za nju ko dete mami za suknju!!!

PREVEDENE PESME NA ENGLESKI JEZIK

Gord-a-dan
Devoted
In the whiteness
Japan in april
Oh poem
Ritual of loneliness
To-uncaring
Tam-Tam
To-hinds

Gord-a-dan

THE ROOTS ARE CLAIRVOYANT, GRASPING
UNTOUHABLE WISDOM. THAT IS THE WAY
IT STARTS, THE SIGN OF TIMES IS
DECEIVING. IT IS THE TIME TO SEE THE
DROWNED. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT
YOU ARE READING? YOU ARE BRINGING
AS SMALL AMOUNTS AS YOU LIKE TO.
YOUR IMAGE IS STILL GROWING AND
CRYING. COMING CLOSER AND GOING
AWAY, STRONG WEAKNESS. THE WORLD
THAT IS SPREADING BUT DOES NOT
BELONG TO ANYONE, GIVE SOMETHING
FROM YOURSELF THAT COULD BRING
SENSE FROM THE THREAD OF WILL. TRY
LOOKING WITH DIFFERENT EYES TO THE
LIGHT. EVIL ISDANGEROUS, CONTAGEOUS
ILLNESS, MOVE OUT OF THAT EVIL, IT
MAKES THE ENTURY LONGER.”GORD-ADAN”
THE TEAR RIVERS ARE NOW
MURMURING, THE DOG IS WAILING, YOU
ARE GONE. BEAK LOOSE I BEG YOU! AND
SLENTLY, THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR,
COME TO ATTEND THE FEAST OF
PRESERVED EMOTIONS, DAYDREAMS, THE
HAPPY MOMENTS! DECENT GIFT, HUNGRY
CRAVING IN THE BUNK OF FETAHRES,
SILK AS PURE AS THE SNOW, WITH THE
FORCE OF SILENCE. FLOWERS OF
DANDELLIONS LET’S DANCE FROM AFAR
WITH OUR LOOKS, WITH OUR BODIES,
LET’S TOUCH WIT PALMS ONLY.
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Devoted

There is no truth,
the truth and the lie
support each other!
In every truth
there is something deceiving!
The ambitious lie
is not so deceiving,
fictional, not eternal.
There is no truth contained in it
adjusted by itself.
It is solving the riddle of mystery
not paying attention if the truth
when is twisted becomes the lie!
These two opposite powers
continuously set each other to motion,
they deny each other in word puns,
start up fury, revenging rage.
Riddling, solving, I’m ashamed of you!
My eyes are hidden under the veil,
colors of light astonishing scale!!!

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In the whiteness

Legs tied to a bouquet of roses;
hands free for prayer;
hair covered by buds;
her name born by a proud peacock.
Angel light, illuminate
the image of a yellow rose and promiscuity
Saints shameless and fearless.
Love alters us.
They deprived it of
toys and a lover.

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Japan in april

Truly stunning, sometimes careless,
I crave silently and far away!
Naked, filled up with perfection,
I am attending enjoyment!!!
Where there is trust there is always glee.
He never painted my passion,
Dreams from the color to the word,
Without suspense and shivers.
The moment of light strikes me.
Pressing Japanese air onto my face.
April is slowly spilling its colors,
above duplicate shadows dancing away.

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Oh poem…

Yesterday I was enormously strong.
I immured wishes with no hope in love.
With cheerfulness I painted all the agonies.
Let the scents shine in flowers.
let the blossoms of my joy bloom.
I ‘m reminding with the poem of wrath.
Mature bodies are turning after the immature.
Their breathing varies, uneasy…
Loud resounding of panting secretly.
Liveliness wants to play the open hand.
Exciting liveliness has piercing tendencies.
Tickling with eye the pigeon’s feather.
Listen to the bird in mouth, imprisoned by vocal cords.
Dive into the river springing from the eyes.
I am walking towards your beauty through the world
brightened with meadows.
Prepossessed conscious of immoral principles is waking up.
I found you cramped with rigor,
Asleep on the threads of moonlight.
Scarified dignity.
I’m always late in everything, held by demanding.
The sky is opening, getting bright for happiness.
You are lifting up still sleepy and unaware of your
magnificence measured by centuries.

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Ritual of loneliness

Tuesday 18:30
I made coffee.
Poured drinks.
Cut a piece of cake,
(maybe all of that together)
Black leather gloves, warm stove.
Caressed up to trance,
Defeated yet another
December night…
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To-uncaring

Lost in the grey loneliness.
Cognition intruder – rustling from the mind.
Unclear thread, passionate, cruel, is awaken.
The fruit is not conspiracy.
The lunatic, genius of silence!
Get closer to the unspoken.
The analysis of reason- slavery!
During walking, visible shame!
Exciting autonomy,
Opened door, the windows,
Draft!
In the mist the stairways
Leading to heaven.
Paralyzed conscience,
Portable mirror.
In the plural against the fluency,
Conducting, behavior,
And admit the guilt.
The line connecting,
The road to the spacecraft.
We walk on by in dishonor.

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Tam-Tam

I’m looking for the colour and ligh
Everything taken by the rhythm,
Now I know the dance of the black people
It’s just I don’t walk upon the carpet of sand
Tam- tam is now the dance
Of cats and dogs
Try to think of what is happening
In the excited crowd
Me the rhythm and sound,
Present and past -
Here I am!
Everybody stand up!
You, stranger,
Stomping with me
Could you love,
Or just dance tam-tam?
My spring is coming!
That is why I don’t get hungry, thirsty,
I’m not sad, I’m not afraid
I leave heroes and wars behind,
Their battles and defeats
Freedom is my goal.
My spring is coming
Because I know one slow dance,
Dance to the sound of DRUMS.

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To-hinds

Arrival he is using as the preparation
Of the future pychodramatic chance.
Imagination is hindering the good old days with its
shadow.
The against- will is opening the occasion,
The homeless thoughtfully, satisfied
Reaches and maintains the dependanc, enriches
Harmony with the heat of dirt. Red handed scent of
perfume
Neutralized with vodka, taking his clothes off not
to crease them.
The jealousy asked him when he had cheated her?
Two months ago!
Continuous, permanent betrayal, not concentrated

Timid, scared, manlike voice in the exclamation
mark!
Lust and desire are long-sighted!
Negative because of egoism, from the nirvana of
metaphysical lust
Why are you grappling it as a child does to his
mother’s skirt!!!

“Poeziji se ne posvećujemo, već joj se žrtvujemo.”  Jean Cocteau