Poetry from Ahmed Miqdad

Middle-aged bald Middle Eastern man with a white and blue and green collared shirt.

Hope

It's the darkest and heaviest days
I've witnessed in my life.
The night is so bleak
And the day is so pale

The earth shakes under our feet
And the sky is swamped with innocent flying souls.
But our faith is stalwart 
Like the rooted mountains.
The sun will rise again 
And the settlers will leave my stolen land.
The hideous and notorious occupation will end
And all free people around the world will celebrate
A new era of freedom
They'll gather in Palestine, 
The flags will wave
And the sweets will be served.

Gaza

Here's Gaza, where hunger becomes a killer,
The buzzing drones become a chronic disease, 
and coldness becomes a knife
In the heart of homelessness,
The destruction becomes the witness to the crime.

No flour, no bread, no medicine, no children's milk,

No fuel, no power, no hospitals,  no schools,
No safety, nothing except death.

Gaza is starving, 
Destroyed, punished,
tortured every minute, hour, day.

It's not a war,
It's a collective execution to a whole land, 
an entire people and a complete life.

Ahmed Miqdad (b. 1985) is a Palestinian poet resident of Gaza. He has a B.A. in English and a Master in Education. Ahmed is the author of three collections of poetry (Gaza Narrates Poetry (2014), Stolen Lives (2015) and When Hope Is not Enough (2019)) and a novel Falastin: The Hope of Tomorrow (2018). The latest poetry collection is The Shadow: Poems for the Children of Gaza. He has witnessed over three wars and severe aggression by Israeli forces on the Palestinian people since the 1980s with a huge loss of life. He writes and publishes to raise consciousness about the Palestinian cause."

Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Younger middle-aged Latina woman with blonde hair, a black coat, and a colored top in a busy cafe with people behind her.

NO TO POLLUTION

A gray blanket, heavy as a shroud,

covers the sky, obscuring the sun,

robbing it of its golden light.

The lungs of the earth,

once green and lush, now gasp,

suffocated by a layer of smoke and dust.

The water, once a crystalline mirror reflecting the infinite blue,

has become a distorted reflection,

a broken mirror showing a sick,

contaminated face, full of chemical scars.

The forests, once majestic,

stand like naked skeletons,

their dry branches whispering a silent agony,

a lament for lost life.

The cities, giants of concrete and steel,

have been transformed into oppressive cages,

imprisoning life in their labyrinth of asphalt,

suffocating the breath of nature.

A dull echo, a stifled cry,

rises from the earth,

a deep lament that barely reaches our ears,

deafened by the noise of industry,

by the constant hum of technology.

Seeds of destruction, sown with indifference,

with greed, spread with the wind,

reaping a toxic future, a future where life withers,

where beauty fades.

Time, inexorable, flows like a slowly emptying hourglass,

watching us with an impassive gaze,

a silent witness to our destruction.

But in the deepest darkness, a spark of hope persists.

A green shoot, timid and fragile,

pushes its way through the cracks in the asphalt,

defying the gray monotony.

A solitary flower, a resilient tree,

a sign of life that resists death.

A faint but firm echo whispers in the wind,

an echo of hope that rises above lament,

a song to the possibility of regeneration,

a call to action, to responsibility, to transformation.

Nature, wounded but not defeated,

extends a hand to us, a last chance.

The future is not yet written…

GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina, based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects of the Hispanic World Union of Writers and is the UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is the Commissioner of Honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.

Poetry from Taylor Dibbert

Tariffs

No matter what happens

His appreciation for bourbon

Is looking pretty savvy

At the moment,

Obviously he’s a 

Rising global strategist 

Poised for a big year.

Taylor Dibbert is a poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of, most recently, “Takoma.”

ANNOUNCEMENT: National World Storytelling Championship Seeks Submissions

Picture of a golden and red velvet crown and the website for the National Storytelling Championship. nationalstorytellingchampionship.com

It all started with the World Storytelling Championship! 

Year 2020. 

ACEnovation took a deep breadth and jumped into the warm embrace of the ocean called storytelling! The cool water enveloped us, silencing the world above and pulling us into its serene depths… The deeper we dived the more interesting & beautiful  it became – an underwater garden bustling with stories – we felt a sense of freedom and that inate connection to stories, storytelling and storytellers! 5 years. We swam around the world. Quietly. Setting benchmarks. Touching lives. Making a difference! Brand ACEnovation is warmth. It connects…Bonds. We, now have family in 181 countries. The numbers increasing. We are one. The strength in that oneness drifted us back to India. 

To Launch a  Storytelling Championship ! 

  For ages 3+ to 103+ ( 6 age categories) 

We picked up pearls on the way. 

🫶‘The Hindu in School’ as Media Partners. 

🫶 VIT – Chennai Campus as Organizing Partners

🫶 Amar Chitra Katha as organizing partner

🫶Chools Group as organizing partner

🫶 Image King as Bronze partner

Strung together, we made a lovely necklace and called it :

*The National Storytelling Championship  NSC – INDIA 2025!* 

To know more visit our website: (It is truly a well crafted story)

***https://www.nationalstorytellingchampionship.com

Thank you all for the love… Shower us with more.. Join the championship… Craft your tale. Capture the crown!! 

Poetry from Timothee Bordenave

One for all!

O Saint Lord, blessed of all, and of far more than all,

Thy are not bound inner the walls of Vatican,

We know Thy Orthodox, Lutheran, Anglican,

Calvinist, Maroonist, Greek, Copt… Christ has the whole…

Better yet : the Hebrews were first to pray Thy name,

Believers of Islam, love Thee since a long time…

Thus did Buddha pray Thee, prophet without a grime,

Then to all of Hindus, your Legend is the Fame !

Nô, to the Japanese, Great Spirit to Bantus,

Ineffable Tao in China, Wakan Tan…

Thy are one for us all, all in one, for Thy can !

Then I believe mages, counting their arcanae,

A Voodo, a Wizard, or Witch, or Draconer…

All are yours, as the fays, and the unicorns too !

*****

Union of prayers

Unicorns of this World, unite !

And get along with us, poets,

Then our alliance, infinite,

Shall rule this lovely planet…

O Fays, o Mages, come around !

We shall dance in a sarabande,

Until we find some common grounds,

With all prophets, from all far lands…

Morning, day, to dusk, night, till dawn,

Brother Sun, keeper of our dreams,

Sister Moon, grace on your soft beams…

Join us ! We know the Angels own,

Everything for Christ… Wonders,

Join Us ! Pixies, Salamanders…

*****

Graces to the Skies!

Here, I wanted to say : thank you,

From the very depth of my heart,

For all of this beautiful art,

For every books I went through…

For all of your joyful ideas,

Each of your gifts, each of the flowers !

Thanks for the laughter, for these hours,

Of love, of joy, of peace, of ease.

I am a simple man ! I eat,

I drink, I work, and rest some time,

Interact with people I meet…

Lucky to walk by on my feet !

You are my treasure from a dime,

Thanks, o Jesus ! I wish I’ll fit…

*****

Emy – Angel

« You know well how I love you dear ! »

« I love you too so very much… »

« When we lay, as morning comes near,

I cherish your embrace, your touch ! 

Then when you wake up in a smile,

I look at you pouring some tea,

Half naked… Angel from the Isles,

You are beautiful ! »

                            « Timothy !

You already told this to me !

I am not an Angel at all…

I am a simple girl ! »

                           « Emy !

I am writing at the moment,

A poem to express my whole,

Adoration, o firmament… »

*****

Benedictions

Thy o Lord in the Skies, above,

Know of how much I revere,

In my heart your wise, tender love,

Mysteries, Thy will forever.

Oh beautiful, oh shade or light,

Oh praises given, blessings brought,

Through a humble life, long were sought,

Destiny’s chances, thy all might !

When bent over my work table,

I worship the benedictions,

Of life, itself, praying for peace…

Thy o Lord grand please enable,

Better thoughts and better actions,

While I hope from Heavens a piece…

*****

My secrets

Once to a phlegmatic, British girl in Paris,

I taught all my secrets : « Prayer is alchemy,

Love is light, peace is safe, ignore the enemy,

You would never be too hurt if your mind is free…

Be mobile, be tender, be liquid as water,

And positively try just to act with good will,

There after you could not fear any encounter,

Yet, if someone fights you… Fight ! Otherwise keep still.

When the Angels above want to bless us with grace,

They are unseen, but soon their blessing will reveal,

Knee then, or bow before their soft, happy embrace…

Oh ! And work ! From your work would your life be success ! »

This girl, named Sue, listened to me then she appealed,

My lips to hers,

             She smiled, and silently we kissed.

*****

A new life!

It’s often two warm hearts find a new home in love…

A mystical silence soon follows, intertwined,

With a scansion of sounds, well, as their passion wins,

Kisses and joyful plays melt bodies instinct drove…

Then it also happens often : a child is born,

Then an other, later, a few, eventually…

This is what we human call a true family,

Elders, lovers, and kids, for Nature to adorn.

One fine day all gather, to a brunch in a park,

By a sunny morning, in the shade of an oak,

To spend some good moments, with their friends, or cousins…

And at the magical instants when sings a lark,

It is said, I heard it, two grown up cute young folks,

Find love again ! O Virtue ! A new life begins…

(Thanks to my dear Anna !)

Poetry from Lidia Popa

Middle aged light skinned woman with red curly hair and reading glasses with a long shell necklace and a black top.

Shared sign

Ink that pulses, matter in waiting,

the shadow settles on the skin of the verb,

oozes from the body of the sheet, intertwines

with the breath of another.

The gesture engraves flesh and thought,

a watermark mutes in transparency,

the inkwell swallows distances,

it becomes an echo of the inexpressible,

liquid memory that mixes with the folds of written time.

It is not a word, it is a trace,

it is not a form, it is tension,

the sign unravels and recomposes

in the time that flows beyond syntax,

beyond ordinary perception,

where ink lives like blood,

where meaning twists and expands.

You dye in someone else’s inkwell

as in your own blood,

let the word expand,

let the border dissolve,

because language does not exist in solitude,

but vibrates in the flesh of those who welcome it.

Lidia Popa was born in Romania in the locality of Piatra Șoimului, in the county of Neamț, on 16th April, 1964. She finished her studies in Piatra Neamț, Romania with a high school diploma and other administrative courses, where she worked until she decided to emigrate to Italy.

She has been living for 23 years and worked in Rome as part of the wave of intellectual emigrants since the fall of the Berlin Wall.

She wrote her first poem at her age of seven. She is a poet, essayist, storyteller, recognized in Italy and in other countries for her literary activities. She collaborates with cultural associations, literary cenacles, literary magazines and paper and online publications of Romanian, Italian and international literature. She writes in Romanian, Italian and also in other languages as an exercise in knowledge.

BOOKS

She has published her poems in six books:

in Italy:

1. ” Point different ( to be ) ” – ed. Italian and

2.” In the den of my thoughts ( Dacia ) ” – ed. bilingual Romanian/ Italian AlettiEditore 2016,

3.“ Sky amphora ” – ed. bilingual Romanian/ Italian EdizioniDivinafollia 2017,

in Romania:

4. ” The soul of words” ed. bilingual Romanian/ Albanian Amanda Edit Verlag 2021,

5.” Syntagms with longing for clover ” ed. Romanian, EdituraMinela 2021.

6.” The Voice interior ” LidiaPopa and BakiYmeri ed. bilingual Romanian/Italian, Amanda Edit Verlag 2022.

Her poems featured in more than 50 literary anthologies and literary magazines on line from 2014 to 2023 in Italy, Romania, Spain, Canada, Serbia, Bangladesh, United Kingdom, Liban,USA,etc.

Her poems are translated into Italian, French, English, Spanish, Arabic, German, Bangladesh, Portuguese, Serbian, Urdu, Dari, Tamil, etc.

Her writings are published regularly with some magazines in Romania, Italy and abroad.

She is a promoter of Romanian, Italian and international literature, and is part of the juries of the competitions.

She translates from classical or contemporary authors who strike for the refinement and quality of their verses in the languages: Italian, Romanian, English, Spanish, French, German, stating that “it is just a writing exercise to learn and evolve as a person with love for humanity, for art, poetry and literature “.

SHE IS

*Member of the Italian Federation of Writers (FUIS)

*Honorary member of the International Literary Society Casa PoeticaMagia y Plumas Republic of Colombia,

*Member of Hispanomundial Union of Writers (Union Hispanomundial de Escritores) (UHE) and Thousands Minds For Mexico (MMMEX)

*President UHE and MMMEX Romania, August 21, 2021

*She had come power of attorney Vice-president UHE Romania, Mars18, 2021- August 21, 2021

*President UHE and MMMEX Romania, August 21, 2021

*Counselor from Italy for Suryodaya Literary Foundation Odisha India,

*Director from Italy for Alìanza Cultural Universal (ACU) Argentina

*Member Motivational Strips Oman,a member of numerous other literary groups at the level internationally,

*Director of Poetry and Literature World Vision Board of Directors (PLWV) Bangladesh

*Membership of ANGEENA INTERNATIONAL NON PROFIT ORGANISATION of Canada

International Peace Ambassador of The Daily Global Nation International Independent Newspaper from Dhaka Bangladesh – 2023

*Founder literary group Lido dell’anima with LIDO DELL’ANIMA AWARDS

*Founder LIDO DELL’ANIMA Italian magazine

*Founder SILVAE VERBORUM INTERNATIONAL multilingual magazine

*Founder literary currently #homelesspoetry

etc.

Poetry from Eva Petropoulou Lianou

Middle-aged, light-skinned European woman with light blue eyes, light brown hair, and a black turtleneck sweater.

Αbout poetry

Poetry

Is a very demanding woman

She knows how powerful are the words

They can win a war

With the right verses

Poetry,

Needs loyal man

Needs time

And caring

As you take a white paper

And you give your self

Creating sentence s

With your heart

A woman need so

Much caring

Much love 

As the poem

Is ready

To come out of your

Stomach

Or your heart

Feelings never spoken

Feelings never shared

A woman was never loved…

Poetry

It is the way 

We see the love

We see 

Ourselves

Trying to  

Be loved

Trying to make 

Wishes

 to come true

Poetry

Is our freedom…..