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Born 16 January 1960 in Bucharest, Romania. Emigrated to New Zealand 1980, and then to Australia 1989, Studied Quality Assurance (Auckland Technical Institute, New Zealand) and Psychology (Griffith University, Brisbane - QLD, Australia. Specialized in Organisational Improvement, Business Excellence, Lean Six Sigma, Group Dynamics, Communication. Between 2009 and 2012 translated and edited on a comprehensive bilingual anthology of Romanian poetry, which was published by Editura Minerva (Minerva Publishing House, Bucharest) in November 2012 - under the title Testament - Anthology of Modern Romanian Verse - Bilingual Edition (English/Romanian). Other projects include: a poetry volume (his own this time), a bilingual anthology of Adrian Paunescu, an bilingual anthology of Leonid Dimov.

I had to become a man – Daniel Ionita

I HAD TO BECOME MAN
Daniel Ionita

I traveled through deserts for loneliness
And on mountain peaks I tasted joy.
The eagle taught me nobility
While stones slowly rebuilt my trust.
Among old oak trees I fathomed wisdom
While the clouds reminded me of the ephemeral.
All the stars carry my wishes in their rays
And butterflies taught me to dance with the flowers.
Deep waters remain silent in me
And snows cover me with storms of pain.
You rose like a dream among dreams
And for the sake of love I had to become man.

DESTINIES – Daniel Ionita

DESTINIES – Daniel Ionita

Like with all of us, I was portioned a few destinies,
crammed one into the other
according to some arcane previously approved decisions.
These days I vaguely remember them.

In one of them I was selling happiness to some tourists -
I was selling it as if it was some fairy-floss
from which they would take one bite,
and then throw it into the next rubbish bin.

In another one I was some nocturnal clown
with long work experience for the amusement of your body.

Then, from time to time I would suddenly transform into a chubby Father Christmas – always rushing and with a fed up attitude -
who ‘d distribute toys made in China to all those of a puerile, immature condition,
many of whom deserved a back hand across their faces.
(I was in fact doing exactly that when their parents were looking away.
They would scream that Father Christmas has hit them…,
but their parents would explain to them, patiently, that in fact Father Christmas does not exist.)

Often I would wake up as a customs officer for thoughts and dreams,
charging duty for all sorts of high volume subjective goods,
from prayers to palaver,
which were passing, planned or haphazardly, through people’s heads – mine, yours, everybody’s.
I would stack them in a folder to be evaluated later,
at the Last Judgment.

Finally, with the passing of time,
I was introducing myself as a professor of calligraphy,
in a world where no one was writing with pens anymore.
They were all laughing at me, pounding on keyboards – monotonous and deadly keyboards.

But all of these destinies would flicker faintly like some lights on the horizon,
which could not dim the brightness of the stars on the mid-summer night sky…
because through all of these lives I loved you.
Therefore I only vaguely remember them…

Come to Me – Daniel Ionita – Matthew 11:28

COME TO ME – Daniel Ionita

Your life’s a drumming of bereft desires,
A drab routine , low swill, a vapid quest.
You cling to dreams of fog, and smothered fires…
But come to me, for I will give you rest.

Long have you waited for the days to brighten,
And slaved in vain, while hoping for the best.
When lights go dim, your heart begins to frighten,
Make haste to me, and I will give you rest.

Life trudges to its ultimate conclusion;
A sinking feeling struggles in your chest,
Your hope of greatness – fanciful illusion,
Return to me, and I will grant you rest.

I walked, with you through Hades and its paws,
With you I wandered, poor and dispossessed;
Eternal death has crushed me in its jaws,
Hoping you’ll come, and I can give you rest.

Remember who you are and what’s your worth,
And though you live a life you now detest,
For you I traveled to this dreary earth
Hoping to find you, and to give you rest.

(Matthew 11:28-30)

COME TO ME – Daniel Ionita

Thai Thinking Thai style

COME TO ME – Daniel Ionita

 

Your life’s a drumming of bereft desires,

A drab routine , low swill, a vapid quest.

You cling to dreams of fog, and smothered fires…

But come to me, for I will give you rest.

 

Long have you waited for the days to brighten,

And slaved in vain, while hoping for the best.

When lights go dim, your heart begins to frighten,

Make haste to me, and I will give you rest.

 

Life trudges to its ultimate conclusion;

A sinking feeling struggles in your chest,

Your hope of greatness – fanciful illusion,

Return to me, and I will grant you rest.

 

I walked, with you through Hades and its paws,

With you I wandered, poor and dispossessed;

Eternal death has crushed me in its jaws,

Hoping you’ll come, and I can give you rest.

 

Remember who you are and what’s