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38. DRAIN\u010cEVI KNJI\u017dEVNI SUSRETI<\/b><\/span>
\nPostavljeno – 27. September 2007. g. @ 19:08:31 CEST od ljuba-trebotin<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>26.09.2007. godine u Trbunju (kod Blaca), rodnom mestu Radeta Drainca, odr\u017eani si susreti pesnika pod radnim naslovom *PESNICI DRAIN\u010cEVIH KNJI\u017dEVNIH SUSRETA. Pogledajte atmosveru sa susreta i pro\u010ditajte nekoliko re\u010denica kojima je inspiracija Rade Drainac. U\u017eivajte!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u010clanovi sajta POEZIJASCG na Drain\u010devim susretima<\/span><\/p>\n

NIRVANA<\/span><\/strong>

\u0160umne no\u0107i
\nko javori sinji<\/span>
Tamom grobnom le\u017ee mi na dlanu<\/span>
Bolestan sam mnogo… mnogo!<\/span>
Jedinu zvezdu u ovoj pustinji<\/span>
Vidim svoju ranu.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pritisla me stidna \u017ealost
ko olovna plo\u010da.<\/span>
Nigde jedan vedar dan!<\/span>
Slomila me tu\u017ena
\nmalaksalost<\/span>
na ljubav, \u017eivot i san.<\/span>

Hteo bih samo<\/span>
u rodni kraj da odem \u0161to pre<\/span>
i da umrem tamo,<\/span>
zaboravljaju\u0107i sve.<\/span>

A kad me na dasci <\/span>
put groblja ponesu
\nvolujska kola,<\/span>
kao nekad u mladosti,<\/span>
nada mnom da zapla\u010du
\nod istinskog bola<\/span>
bele breze, tu\u017ene od starosti.<\/span>

To su zadnji snovi <\/span>u no\u0107ima
\n\u0161umnim ko javori sinji,<\/span>
otvoreni kao rane,<\/span>
koje u ovoj pustinji<\/span>
gnojem kaplju
\nposlednje dane.<\/span><\/p>\n

(C) Rade Drainac<\/a>

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Bista i rodna ku\u0107a Radeta Drainca u Trbunju<\/span>
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PLAKAT ZA *38 DRAIN\u010cEVE KNJI\u017dEVNE SUSRETE*<\/span><\/p>\n

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Po programu *38 DRAIN\u010cEVIH KNJI\u017dEVNIH SUSRETA* u \u010detvratak 27 septembra gost u Blacu i
\nProkuplju bio je Matija Be\u0107kovi\u0107 koji je govorio svoje stihove pred vi\u0161e od 200 prisutnih zaljubljenika Poezije.
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\nMatija Be\u0107kovi\u0107 govori svoju poeziju<\/span><\/div>\n

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Miljojko Milojevi\u0107
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Dalibor Djoki\u0107<\/p>\n

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Ljubodrag Obradovi\u0107
\n\"\"
Spasoje \u017d. Milovanovi\u0107
\n
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Miljojko Milojevi\u0107 govori svoju poeziju<\/span>

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Ljubodrag Obradovi\u0107 govori svoju pesmu *IMA NO\u0106AS…*<\/span>

IMA NO\u0106AS…<\/span>

Ima no\u0107as ne\u0161to u meni,<\/span>
\u0161to me pokre\u0107e i \u0161to me vodi,<\/span>
mirisima prole\u0107a, tek otkrivenim,<\/span>
pesmi slavuja i najdra\u017eoj, slobodi.<\/span>

Izvan svega sam no\u0107as, draga.<\/span>
U svetu koji poneko sanja.<\/span>
No\u0107as mi ne\u0107e prijati mrak, <\/span>
sit sam svih \u017emurki i igranja.<\/span>

Igrao sam se dugo sa sobom,<\/span>
gajio iluzije, probao sva\u0161ta.<\/span>
Ostao mi na kraju bol.<\/span>
ostala mi izigrana ma\u0161ta.<\/span>

Lutao sam dugo, verovao ljudima,<\/span>
a sbi verovao nisam.<\/span>
No\u0107as znam dosta o tim stvarima,<\/span>
prvi put sa sobom sam prisan.<\/span>

Ko\u0161mar je sada pro\u0161lost koja se ne ceni.<\/span>
Napolju je no\u0107as prole\u0107e<\/span>
i po\u0107i \u0107emo kroz no\u0107 zagrljeni,<\/span>
ne haju\u0107i za one koji ne\u0107e.<\/span>

I\u0107i \u0107emo okru\u017eeni mirisima,<\/span>
jer i \u017eivot na\u0161 miris je samo.<\/span>
Udisa\u0107emo draga sve te \u010dari;<\/span>
to jedino od svega i imamo.<\/span>

(C) Ljubodrag Obradovi\u0107
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Spasoje \u017d. Milovanovi\u0107 govori svoju pesmu<\/span>
 *PISMO GOSPODINU LJUBI*<\/span>
\n<\/a>
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Dalibor Djoki\u0107 govori svoju pesmu <\/span>*ODA BOEMU*<\/a>

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Doajeni pesni\u0161tva Miljojko Milojevi\u0107 i Dane Stjiljkovi\u0107<\/span>
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Pesma doejena\u00a0 Daneta Stojiljkovi\u0107a<\/span>

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Vitomir Jovanovi\u0107 Vita ( Radetov Rodjak) govori pesmu
\nRadeta Drainca – *NIRVANA*<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDoma\u0107in Drain\u010devih susreta Dragan Ognjanovi\u0107<\/p>\n

\u0160UMA<\/p>\n

U \u0161umu kad od\u0161etao
\nstope mu nestale,
\nk\u00b4o po oblaku da je hodao,
\nvi\u0161e se nije vratio.<\/p>\n

Magla se jutrom \u010de\u0161ljala
\nhrastu na kro\u0161nji visokoj,
\nsunce se u nju utopilo
\nkad k\u00b4o u zemlju je propao.<\/p>\n

Prhnula kreja sa kru\u0161ke,
\nna uraslom lazu muk \u2013
\nzvezdu je neku pratio
\n\u0161to nije imala put.<\/p>\n

(C) Dragan Ognjanovi\u0107<\/p>\n

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\nKrstivoje Ili\u0107 – dobitnik nagrade Drainac<\/p>\n

SONET SKLADA<\/p>\n

Raspored dati svakoj stvari,
\nporeklo svakoj ptici, p\u010deli,
\ni no\u0107i, koja snom krvari,
\ni patnji, koju nismo hteli!<\/p>\n

I dati ljubav, miris, negu,
\nobliku svakom \u0161to nas \u0161titi
\nod smrti \u2013 gde se zmije legu,
\nkad si\u0111e demon plahoviti!<\/p>\n

A zatim kada se sve uti\u0161a,
\nskloniti strelca, cilj i ni\u0161an,
\ni na\u0107i sebi smer i stazu;<\/p>\n

tamo, gde niko nije hteo,
\nda krene na put: te\u0161ki veo,
\npripada zemlji, a krv mrazu!<\/p>\n

(C) Krstivoje Ili\u0107
\n
\n\"\"
\nDoaejeni Dragan Borisavljevi\u0107 i Miljojko Milojevi\u0107<\/span><\/p>\n

ORA\u010cI<\/p>\n

Prozukli ora\u010di ruke svoje kraj drumova
\nU dane prozra\u010dne seju goru\u0107im ranama
\nOne klize niz tela puna silnih \u0161umova
\nI \u017eile okre\u0107u pa riju golim stranama<\/p>\n

Ko ugarci polja \u0161araju uvrh \u010dela
\nA kosi\u0161ta r\u0111u ko rabo\u0161 za ve\u010dnost sri\u010du
\nTu gde sebe vida ljutim cvetom star roj p\u010dela
\nIz tame svih grla kroz polje ime mi vi\u010du<\/p>\n

Ja odziva nemam i niko iz roda mog
\nDa si\u0111e na reku konopljom da prsa ma\u017ee
\nI krene uz brazdu da od zemlje re\u010di sla\u017ee<\/p>\n

Pod stopama krava kalnim od ugarnog sloga
\nMi\u010du moje o\u010di ko beluci u svanu\u0107a
\nOra\u010di ih gaze i zemlja postaje vru\u0107a<\/p>\n

(C) Dragan Borisavljevi\u0107<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPesnik Miloje Don\u010di\u0107<\/p>\n

PRI\u0160TINA<\/p>\n

Do pojasa joj sme\u0107e
\nZvuk crnih telefona
\nPromajne glave i tu\u017eno drve\u0107e
\nKroz tamnu ru\u017eu jauk mikrofona.<\/p>\n

Sluge u nevidljivom odelu
\nStole\u0107e u \u010dvoru vezano dr\u017ee
\nSpavaju kockari na praznom stolu
\nPo smradu istorije \u017eute se viju mre\u017ee<\/p>\n

.
\nNa platou mrtva se kotrlja jabuka
\nO\u010di de\u010daka za pustom zve\u010dkom jure
\nBolno se di\u017ee nit pauka
\nSa tornja propasti volovi \u017emure.<\/p>\n

Ulicom sirotinja grak\u0107e snagom celom
\nI sve gmi\u017ee crnom trakom
\nJedni pod belim, drugi pod crnim orlom
\nA svi pod grobnom rukom.<\/p>\n

(C) Miloje Don\u010di\u0107<\/span>
\n
\n\"\"
\nPesnik \u017darko Koljibabi\u0107<\/span><\/p>\n

VODA<\/p>\n

Voda U povratku sama
\nPrinosi svoje tijelo u slavu \u017eivota
\nJo\u0161 u padu kao kap
\nMa\u0161ta o pokretu navi\u0161e
\nKoji je o\u010dekuje
\nI kada stvara izvore rijeke i mora
\nI kada je razapeta na grani zanovijeti<\/p>\n

Njen uzlet u nepoznato
\nU svom liku putuje listom gloga okom
\nPrepelice krilom leptira
\nSa\u010dekuje uranak \u017ee\u0111i divlje kru\u0161ke
\nS koje vjetar i\u0161te pad<\/p>\n

Svojim letom opkora\u010duje visine daljina
\nDugine boje ostavlja nebom iste
\nSamo mijenja stranu neba<\/p>\n

Voda Bo\u017eji dar
\nPrinosi svoje tijelo u slavu \u017eivota
\nU povratku svome uvek sama i sa nama.<\/p>\n

(C) Zarko Koljibabi\u0107<\/p>\n

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\nPesnik Milivoje Krsti\u0107 iz Prokuplja<\/p>\n

RALNIK<\/p>\n

Ne bi se zval
\nArizan Srndak
\nDa ga nesam uvatil
\nNa starinu
\nKad smo bili
\nUkrade mi se
\nNov ralnik
\nKmet Gavrilo
\nUdari u klepalo
\nI sabra gra\u0111ani
\nSeljaci se
\nPostrojili ko vojska
\nSvi \u0107utu
\nNikoj ni\u0161ta ne znaje
\nJa besan odim
\nPozadi nji
\nU ruke dr\u017eim trnakop
\nI pretim s njega
\nKoj je uzel ralnik
\nNeka vrne sam
\nJer znam koj je
\n\u0106u mu presudim
\nS ovija trnakop
\nSvi \u0107utu nikoj ni\u0161ta
\nJa po\u010de izokol
\nDobro za\u017emite svi
\nKomandujem ja
\n\u017dmite li pitujem
\n\u017dmimo vikaju seljaci
\n\u017dmite li svi
\n\u017dmimo vikaju svi
\nA ti bre
\n\u0160to mi ukrade ralnik
\n\u017dmi\u0161 li i ti
\n\u017dmim i ja
\nOd stra sam re\u010de…<\/p>\n

(C) Milivoje Krsti\u0107<\/p>\n

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\nMediji – RTS Toplica Prokuplje<\/p>\n

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\nNovinar u razgovoru sa pesnikom Spasojem \u017d. Milovanovi\u0107em<\/p>\n

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\nDru\u017eenje pesnika<\/p>\n

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\nDru\u017eenje pesnika<\/p>\n

TUGOVANKA ZA BRANISLAVOM PETROVI\u0106EM<\/p>\n

Ode mi B. Petrovi\u0107
\nU vedra nebesa \u2013
\nOd sumnje i gor\u010dine
\nSav se razbi u zvijezde i dubine.<\/p>\n

A ja se za\u017eeljeh beogradskih lica
\nUlica i kafana. I pi\u0107a.
\nI na\u0161eg carskog \u017eivota
\nDo svitanja i preko svitanja.<\/p>\n

I rasplakah se sa zvijezdama
\nZa \u201eKolarcem\u201c i \u201eLipom\u201c
\n\u2013
\nDa se jo\u0161 jednom u tim rajskim odajama
\nPotu\u010dem i izljubim
\nSa nekim nepoznatim tipom.<\/p>\n

Ali danas
\nKad ja nemam mnogo razloga da \u017eivim
\nMada druk\u010dije ne mogu,
\nPro\u0111em gradom
\nI \u010dujem \u0161apat knjiga u izlogu
\nI pomislim: to tvoje SRCE bije \u2013
\nStra\u0161no je BRATE \u017eivjeti od \u017eivota
\nKad \u017eivot vi\u0161e nije.<\/p>\n

Podgorica, 7. maj, 2004.<\/p>\n

(C) Ranko Jovovi\u0107<\/p>\n

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Dru\u017eenje pesnika: Gordana Boranija\u0161evi\u0107 pesnikinja iz Nove Varo\u0161i, Milan Mihajlovi\u0107 pesnik iz Kosovske Mitrovice –\u00a0 predsednik udru\u017eenja pisaca Kosova i Metohije i Bata Milanovi\u0107 iz Beograda.<\/span><\/p>\n

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U SUSRET \u010cUDU<\/span><\/p>\n

Sale\u0107u me<\/span>
\nPoruke snovne:<\/span>
\nLirske, a olovne…<\/span>
\nRe\u010di onosvete<\/span>
\n\u0160to u
\n\u0161umi mo\u017edanoj<\/span>
\nZamre\u017ee, zakorove…<\/span><\/p>\n

Brdo \u010duda<\/span>
\n\u010cudo<\/span>
\n– pi\u0161e
\nVasilije \u010cudotvorac<\/span>
\nPorukonosac <\/span>
\nBo\u017eji glasonosac<\/span>
\n\u010cudorodac!<\/span><\/p>\n

Verujem u slovo:<\/span>
\nIz
\n\u0161tamparije vi\u0161nje<\/span>
\nSlovno slovo<\/span>
\n– Lanovo, bolovno…<\/span>
\nVerujem u onostrane
\nglasove:<\/span>
\nNa bujici dnevnoj,
\ngnevnoj<\/span>
\n– od tembrena srebra<\/span>
\n– son-orne splavove.<\/span><\/p>\n

(C) Gordana Boranija\u0161evi\u0107<\/span><\/p>\n

ZEMALJSKI OBI\u010cAJI<\/p>\n

Kada je Isus si\u0161ao me\u0111u ljude,
\none raj Dunava i one na Jordanu
\ni ponudio gladnima svoje telo, krv i ribu,
\nsvi su ga, sem nahranjenih i napojenih,
\ni\u0161ibali knutom od kikota.<\/p>\n

Kada je Bo\u017eji sin poverljivima,
\nizme\u0111u \u010detiri zida, uz \u017ei\u017eak,
\notkrio svetu tajnu spasenja,
\nkoja se krila u dobroti ljubavi,
\ni otvorio ponovo prozor ka nebu
\n– tad su ga, kao samar na va\u0161aru, prodali.<\/p>\n

Kada je Bog u ljudskom obli\u010dju
\nupio u svoje sveto srce
\ncrveni fenjer, otrov i no\u017e
\ni oslobodio kurve, podlace i zlo\u010dince
\nkako bi se vratili svom bo\u017eanskom liku
\n– tad su ga raspeli na krstu.<\/p>\n

Takvi su ovde obi\u010daji.<\/p>\n

Od tog vremena na polovima i u pustinji,
\nkraj vode i u \u0161umovitoj planini,
\nu Aleksincu i Jerusalimu,
\nsvakoga dana, svakoga sata silazimo
\nsve dublje i dublje \u2013 ka praznini.<\/p>\n

(C) Bratislav Milanovi\u0107
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38. DRAIN\u010cEVI KNJI\u017dEVNI SUSRETI Postavljeno – 27. September 2007. g. @ 19:08:31 CEST od ljuba-trebotin 26.09.2007. godine u Trbunju (kod Blaca), rodnom mestu Radeta Drainca, odr\u017eani si susreti pesnika pod radnim naslovom *PESNICI DRAIN\u010cEVIH KNJI\u017dEVNIH SUSRETA. Pogledajte atmosveru sa susreta i pro\u010ditajte nekoliko re\u010denica kojima je inspiracija Rade Drainac. U\u017eivajte! \u010clanovi sajta POEZIJASCG na Drain\u010devim … <\/p>\n

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