Dimitris P. Kraniotis [Poeta Grego]

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

 

BIOGRAPHY:

 

Dimitris P. Kraniotis is an award-winning Greek poet. He was born in 15 July 1966 in Stomio (Larissa), a coastal town in central Greece . He studied at the Medical School of the Aristotle University in Thessaloniki. He lives and works as a medical doctor (physician) Internal Medicine Specialist in Larissa, Greece .
He is the author of 7 poetry books: "Traces" (1985), "Clay Faces" (1992), "Fictitious Line" (2005), "Dunes" (2007), "Endogram" (2010), "Edda" (2010), "Illusions" (2010).

He is President of World Poets Society (W.P.S.), Academician of Academy Tiberina of Rome, Academician of International Academy of Micenei (Italy), Doctor of Literature (Litt. D.) by World Academy of Arts and Culture, elected President of 22nd World Congress of Poets (Greece 2011) by United Poets Laureate International, Ambassador to Greece of Poetas del Mundo (Chile), Vice-President of Larissa Union of Poets and Writers, Vice-President of Larissa Medical Association “Hippocrates”, Special Secretary of Thessaly Association of Letters and Arts, Editorial Director of Greek medical magazine "Hippocrates", Member of the Board of Directors of Cultural Organization of Larissa Prefecture and Member of the Editorial Board of Greek literary magazine "Graphi". He is member of several literary organizations (National Society of Greek Literary Writers, Hellenic Literary Society, Greek PEN Center, Hellenic Society of Writing Physicians, International Society of Greek Writers, United Poets Laureate International (UPLI), International Writers Association (IWA), World Academy of Arts & Culture (WAAC), World Union of Writing Physicians (UMEM), etc).

He has won a number of international awards for his poetry which has been published in many countries around the World. Central theme in his poetry is contemporary man, his impasse, his worries, his fears, his hopes and dreams.

His poems have been translated into English, French, Romanian, Bulgarian, Serbian (Serbo-Croatian), Albanian, Dutch, Turkish, Spanish, Italian, Arabic, Chinese, Czech, Portuguese, Bengali, etc. 

His official website is: http://dimitriskraniotis.com/

 

POEMS by 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.

 

 

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!

 

      

 

Denials

 

A roar of cars

seals the dawn

with short-cut answers,

with unyielding denials

that are repeated

explicitly

every sunset.

 

 

 

Ashes

 

The fireplace

was eager

to put a fullstop,

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.

 

  

 

 

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.

     

 

© Dimitris P. Kraniotis

BEST REGARDS

Dr. DIMITRIS P. KRANIOTIS

MEDICAL DOCTOR (PHYSICIAN), POET, ACADEMICIAN, DOCTOR OF LITERATURE, PRESIDENT OF WORLD POETS SOCIETY (W.P.S.), PRESIDENT OF WORLD CONGRESS OF POETS (GREECE 2011)