THE SUBLETIES IN POEMS OF TARIK JACUBOVIC

BIODATA OF TARIK JACUBOVIC

Tarik Jakubović was born on October 2, 1969. in Sarajevo, where he studied and graduated from the Fifth Gymnasium and the Faculty of Philosophy. He is a professor of Bosnian language and literature by profession. He works as a proofreader in El-Kalem, the publishing center of Rijaset Islamic Community. He was involved in many important projects as a proofreader. editor and promoter.

During one mandate period, he was the president of the Association of Bosnian Artists. He is a long-time civil activist. He is a member of the Founding Body of the Association of Non-Governmental Organizations of the Region.He published four collections of aphorisms: "Erosion" (2014), "Zaoka po sred oka" (2015), "Butterfly Satire" (2016) and "Pencil Hedgehog" (2017). Even now he writes aphorisms and published poetry in common collections of poetry. .He also wrote literary criticism.

He is the winner of the "Bosnian Stećak" war award and the "Best Proofreader" award, which was awarded to him by the Association of Publishers and Booksellers of Bosnia and Herzegovina in 2000, the "Golden Plaque" of the Association of Bosnian Artists in 2017, and the "Jack of Popularity" award three times in 2018 and 2019. year. He comes from the old Bistrigija-Jakubović family from Sarajevo, whose existence has been documented for five hundred years. He is married and the father of one child. The writer lives and works in Sarajevo.

IZA ZATVORENIH VRATA

Davose, da li želiš mir,
Ili da putuješ u svemir,
Ti ratovi i zaraze,
Hoće da nas sve pregaze.

Za prosperitet mir treba,
Od zemlje, mora, do neba,
U miru se živjeti može,
Kad se svi narodi slože.

Iza tih zatvorenih vrata,
Ratom neko tamo barata,
Kao da se igra karata.

Neko hoće da nas nema,
Agende nam neke sprema,
Mir hoćemo bez dilema.

RAT ZA MIR

Zašto o miru odlučuje neko drugi,
Iza porte zatvorene i tapacirane,
Svi se vozimo istim vozom na prugi,
Pojedinac nam stvara zaraze i rane,
Ratovi po njihovoj želji su baš dugi,
Svi ljudi misle da se od nekog brane,
Uvijek strada tuđe dijete, taj neko drugi,
Trče u vojske i tad zauzimaju strane,
Poslije rata slijede razgovori dugi,
Nema krova nad glavom, goriva ni hrane,
Nema niti auta niti voza na prugi.

Bori se zato za mir i dobrotu,
Uživaj od Boga dar: prirodnu ljepotu.