Am I am spark that turns on the lights so you don't walk in the dark I am a flame that lights the necessary bonfire of the integration of the four elements I am the flare that is seen from afar the inhabitants of the world know that it exists and that it has made invisible the barriers of language, race, religion and distance... I'm blessed I am the one who has endured through the years opening minds the Creator has been my guide in this crusade I alone a mere mortal would not have achieved it. Mirta Liliana Ramírez has been a poet and writer since she was 12 years old. She has been a Cultural Manager for more than 35 years. Creator and Director of the Groups of Writers and Artists: Together for the Letters, Artescritores, MultiArt, JPL world youth, Together for the letters Uzbekistan 1 and 2. She firmly defends that culture is the key to unite all the countries of the world. She works only with his own, free and integrating projects at a world cultural level. She has created the Cultural Movement with Rastrillaje Cultural and Forming the New Cultural Belts at the local level and also from Argentina to the world.
Poetry from Mary Acosta
FOR THE FOUR FACES OF FORGOTTEN Slides in oblique minutes the flash judged on the freedom tangent. My supplicating abysses scatter prayers inaugurating the sentence of the marked hour in the asylums of selfishness. The word commits suicide about the inverted angle of waiting, and in the orphanhood of darkness I can't dream of it... Oval blow on slope twists in a confusing circuit the truths of the cell laid bare that dissonants hang on the four sides of oblivion. Suspended in the unknown of Peace I seek to find protection in the sphere of "I have never been" Standing again... and again in scream... for the unrepeatable assumption. From giving birth to so many delusions, my instant scratched the shadowed skin of infinity. VERTICAL RENAISSANCE Vertical silence takes refuge in its rustic emptiness. Ride aimlessly on the inaudible memory of multiple broken voices that are dying of light in irreverent mourning. In just moments, the memoryless raven releases from his beak the fierce breath of oblivion with death. With the hands of a wounded bird, she attends the rehearsal of her own shipwreck, and he is a faceless witness of truths that are silent in the womb of life. She has been condemned hard, for not having known how to measure time according to her! in concession, a tear sheds its skin, finally laying down the chains that vulnerably bound the last original cry, retained in the mysteries of origin. Today silence is reborn vertically and recovers its center of existence, and although it bears the name of cornered drop, seeks to restore new dead words. Argentine writer and poet. She has an extensive career.. Three Honoris Causa Doctorates in “Literature and Culture of Peace.” Pte. UNAccc, (Commission of Peace, Justice and Solid Institutions for South America and Argentina Chapter / Commission of Peace, Art and Culture for Mil Mentes por México in Argentina). Former Teacher. Workshop worker. International Cultural Manager. Lic. in Mediation. Ambassador for Peace of several organizations. Honorable Member of the World Hispanic Union of Writers, UHE and World Academy of Literature, History, Art and Culture. 13 books published. Multi - National and International Award Winner.
Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde
BALLAD OF THE MOON Silence in the waiting... Taste of blind night, in the hidden belly There are only two arms, like wounded logs Remote islands where the castaways recover life Woman - tree/ Destiny of light on earth Only the opaque silence remains and substantive in every corner Please do not undress, my centuries of solitude just for the pleasure of thunder Now that I have found you under the green colors of hope Now that the mythology of your body lies on my shadow Now that life emerges from the bottom of my soul... Don't go away! If you do, you will see how my eyes disappear under the slow ballad of the moon. YOUR GROWING Red foam Brackish, With the wisdom of the waves that leave in the fiction of the horizon... Glorious in the arms of the sun A bunch of grains run away... The flame and the freshness flee For a model spike further from the sky Release from prison in which one gets used He knows that the horizon divides hope Seeking to transgress, That force that prints When it advances and obstinates, the closing area... Socializing the looks Soon your growing will come again And with him, the confident drunkenness That all directions they take me... To find you!! GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE writer. Poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina. Based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters, author of seven books. Poetry genre. Awarded several times worldwide. She works as she, World Manager of Educational and Social Projects, of the Hispanic World Union of Writers .UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. Commissioner of honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.
Poetry from Zahro Shamsiyya
EPISODES OF NIGHT Grasshoppers chirp with a loud voice As if Tashkent is being boiled in bowl. There, far away, with seductive look Some prostitutes are smoking cigarette. Cars are flooding in the magistral They pause a little without any aim. From Nexia up to Nissan you may see Smoke of cigarette is swallowed by fate. Returning from work, hurrying to home People are on the road whose shoulders in pain. They think about sorrows and life problems However, all their thinking is in vain. Somewhere an infant is crying nonstop Maybe he was also abandoned by someone. Maybe his mother now holding a cup of wine Sharing her kisses to another man. Someone is crying and praying for God Hoping that Almighty will hear his words. Maybe it is the very day written by his fate In which all his sins will be forgiven. Something broke down accidentally The life of complaint came to its end. Night, why your embrace is full of sadness? I thank God that I have reached the dawn. Sharipova Zuhro Sunnatovna (Zahro Shamsiyya) She was born on April 9, 1969 in the Nurata district of the Navoi region. Her first poem was published in 1985 in the Gulhan magazine. Uzbek publishing houses published works in the journal "Sharq Yulduzi", in the literature and art of Uzbekistan - "Ma'rifat", in various regional and district newspapers. World almanacs in Canada, -2017 in Dubai WBA 2018 "Turkish poets of the world" (Buta 3) 2019, "Muhammad Yusuf izdoshlari" 2017 almanac. She published her book "Ismsiz tuigular."
Poetry from Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumovna
DEEP IN THE HEART… Deep in heart there’s echoing burning voice, Do not hide it, just open it and rejoice. God almighty understand us where you zoom, Anyways, you will face it what fetches doom. Let that dull stars gossip you let them backbite, They are only ugly teeth of giggling night. Oh, my dear, face to the God at any rate, Because he’s the owner of the workshop of fate. Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumovna (February 15, 1973) was born in Uzbekistan. Studied at the Faculty of Journalism of Tashkent State University (1992-1998). She took first place in the competition of young republican poets (1999). Four collections of poems have been published in Uzbekistan: “Leaf of the Heart” (1998), “Roads to You” (1998), “The Sky in My Chest” (2007), “Lovely Melodies” (2013). She wrote poetry in more than ten genres. She translated some Russian and Turkish poets into Uzbek, as well as a book by Yunus Emro. She lived as a political immigrant with her family for five years in Turkey and five years in Ukraine and currently lives in Switzerland. She is married and the mother of five children.
Poetry from Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa
Ah, Death Once, Death was a fearful word Cutting life with unrelenting sword Cold and stiff, underground to hoard Some naked, more in varnished board All that's living, Death eventually lord No one can choose on own accord The time to willingly cut the cord But then, is Death really just an end? The goal straight, no one can bend? How can broken hearts be mend? Where to, grieving prayers can send? Gathering that one must attend Careful that words will not offend Comfort and strength to lend. Death is not the end, but a beginning From cold winter, comes the spring New trails for green meadows bring Knot or unknot the old with new string Death, must the living yearn or fear? Emotions and ambitions to stir The future, sure yet vaguely unclear. Nah, nah, nah. Everyone needs someone to love, Everyone needs someone who'll love. Coz we're human needing humans That ain't wrong nor weird We're not crazy, we're not weirdos We're social creatures not bimbos That ain't wrong, so it goes A Lone Wolf searching for a pack Home waiting for my coming back That ain't wrong to lack Wanting wings for my head to tuck Family feathers not wanting to pluck That ain't wrong to wish luck Nah nah nah That ain't wrong nor weird That ain't wrong, so it goes That ain't wrong to lack That ain't wrong to wish luck Everyone needs someone to love, Everyone needs someone who'll love. Searching, wishing for one true love. Nah, nah, nah, normal ones Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry. Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for truth in pursuit of equality and proper stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.
Poetry from Elmaya Jabbarova
There are good things too! Friends and acquaintances who loved us true, Beloved birds chirping with cheerful glee, Once again on that shore, sands askew, Love's feast they've set, inviting you and me. See how long it's been since our paths diverged, No arrivals, no tidings brought our way, Sweet desires dwindling, barely emerged, Arriving at your intent, missing the day. Frail souls, blinded by grudges and spite, One day the wedding you boasted will rot, Fueled by hatred and greed's endless fight, The jug will shatter, unable to be sought. Let's momentarily forget the days that passed, Observe the skies, the moonlit night's dance, Shake off the dust, let go of the past, Rooting our hearts anew, in this fresh chance. Elmaya Jabbarova - was born in Azerbaijan. She is poet, writer, reciter, translator. Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Shargin sesi», «Ziya», «Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar», «Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for Africa», «Juntos por las Letras 1;2», «Kafiye.net» in Turkey, in the African's CAJ magazine, Bangladesh's Red Times magazine, «Prodigy Published» magazine. She performed her poems live on Bangladesh Uddan TV, at the II Spain Book Fair 1ra Feria Virtual del Libro Panama, Bolivia, Uruguay, France, Portugal, USA.