Vintage

I asked the divine rhythm to
Paint my dreamscape a little more drowsy
A Keatsian mumbling I pine for
Pine forests all around my dapple branches 
The rose garden spoke a little louder
For full of grooming, a nebulous touch 
The sky's limitless fantasy, a historic algorithm
Oh my godly hour I speak to my angels
For the love of vintage murmurings
A hissed purple hibiscus I care for
As the lonely hour called for the blameless rose. 

Poetry from Su Yun

1.攀桥花

你可知攀桥面对乌漆铁栅

你可知宿处不为天然泥崖

不留意鸟歌高不过喇叭

只在乎泥印密不过白花

你吻过泥板灰墙

告别他的掩夹

你拥上尖埃旧梁

还要展却枝丫

近看天色多日沉霞

不比前月胭华

近闻人声多言愁话

不比前时笑洽

指点轮辙辗过绒花

指点红灯笛鸣吹沙

你可见暗色言语人车深压

等待淡化

等待你描尘抹泥的白花

Creeping Bridge Flowers

Do you know you face ink-black iron bars

Do you know your bed’s not natural clay and stars

Heedless that birdsong fades beneath urban calls

Caring only that mud prints out bloom petals’ falls

You’ve kissed earthen boards and ashen walls goodbye

Released their sheltering hold with a sigh

You’ve embraced ancient beams dusted with time

Yet still unfold branches in their prime

Nearby skies hold sunset’s fading grace

Less fair than last month’s rosy face

Nearby voices whisper sorrow’s trace

Less sweet than former joy’s embrace

Watch wheel tracks crush velvet blooms below

Watch red lights and whistles stir dust’s flow

See you not how dark words, crowds, and cars oppress

Waiting to fade away

Waiting for your white flowers to cleanse time’s clay

Su Yun, whose works have been published in more than ten countries and who won the 2024 Guido Gozzano Apple Orchard Award in Italy.

 

Poetry from Qiyue

2.这些年

在雾中，天空被倾斜

这悔恨

无法命名的十年

这朦胧，这默

不能挑剔的十年

叹息或者叹讶

这凌乱，这夜

层叠着反复的这些年

这无序，这恋

我并不能找出遗忘的理由

月色正好，足够颠沛流离

These Years

Through the haze, the sky slants  

—this nameless ache—  

A decade dissolved in mist  

This muted world, this silence  

A decade too vast to judge  

Breath caught between sigh and marvel  

This tangle of shadows, this night  

Stacked like paper—all these layered years  

Disorder dressed as longing  

No reason justifies forgetting  

The moon pours its silver  

luminous enough to bear our wandering  

**Qiyue** (pen name), formerly known as **Yaoye**  

Born post-2000 | Member of Chongqing Fengdu County Writers Association  

Graduate:  

– Intermediate Poetry Class (7th term), Wangyue Yaji Public Welfare Poetry Academy

Poetry from Ding Yuze

3.水山

文/丁宇泽(7岁)

水山跟火山一样

又高又大

也能爆发

The Water Mountain

By Ding Yuze (7 years old)

The water mountain is just like a volcano,

Tall and huge.

And it can also erupt.

Poetry from Bai Ziwei

4.花朵

文/白子薇(10岁)

花朵有很多种

我最爱桃花

它在我家乡

桃花可以帮我看家乡

Flowers

By Bai Ziwei (10 years old)

There are many kinds of flowers.

I love peach blossoms the most.

They are in my hometown.

Peach blossoms can help me keep an eye on my hometown.

Poetry from Luo Yuxing

5.只是一颗糖

文/罗宇兴(9岁)

一颗糖的含义，是什么?

是一颗纯真的心，望着那飘扬的红旗。

一颗糖的含义，是什么?

是一位医生在抢救病人时，医生失去的生命。

Just a Piece of Candy

By Luo Yuxing (9 years old)

What is the meaning of a piece of candy?

It is a pure heart, gazing at the fluttering red flag.

What is the meaning of a piece of candy?

It is the life that a doctor loses while rescuing a patient.

Poetry from Xiao Shiqi

6.世界

文/肖世琦(10岁)

整个世界都是优美的

和平的

平等的

我喜欢这个世界

The World

By Xiao Shiqi (10 years old)

The whole world is beautiful,

Peaceful,

And equal.

I love this world

Poetry from Li Lvtao

7.牺牲

文/李吕涛(10岁)

军人最大的光荣是牺牲

他们不怕牺牲

只怕——

辜负了人民群众

Sacrifice

By Li Lvtao (10 years old)

The greatest honor for a soldier is to make the ultimate sacrifice.

They are not afraid of sacrificing their lives.

What they are afraid of is only ——

Letting down the people.

湖南小荷诗社，由一群乡村小学生组成，指导老师刘杏丽。

Xiaohe Poetry Society in Hunan Province is composed of a group of rural primary school students, and the instructor is Liu Xingli.

Flawed

Orchids are delicate,

a passion,

an obsession.

Roses are appropriate

for love

or death.

The Buttercup is overlooked

and the Easter Lily

is always acting

to entice you.

Know

that I love lilacs.

They are not bashful.

They announce their presence

even before being seen.

I am careful or careless

depending on one’s

definition.

Simply self-assured or selfish,

depending on my mood.

Flowers are intriguing images,

like a dazzling ring on a finger

or a glowing branding iron

about to touch your heart.

Lost thoughts gather

among the clouds

and then disappear

when the Sun

breaks through.

That same Sun

that nourishes flowers,

turns them pale yellow

and

brittle at the edges.

I can’t seem to grasp my actions,

I love,

I lose.

I buy flowers

they die.

I once had dreams

but they were flawed

often centered

on sight and scent.

Picture me in a garden

surrounded

by beautiful flowers

celebrating summer.

I was among the Tulips

and

unprepared for

the wrecking ball

about to smash

into my desires.

It only took

a few words

and what was colorful and stunning

and what was not

became questionable and gray.

Leaden gray.

Gray, the blush

of no garden.

I notice Marigolds now.

Golden Marigolds.

They are polite

not intrusive.

They give one permission

to see beyond

what is staring

past them.

Philip received his M.A. in Psychology from Simon Fraser University, Vancouver, Canada. He has published five books of poetry, Mirror Images and Shards of Glass, Dark Images at Sea, I Never Finished Loving You, Falls from Grace, Favor and High Places, and Forever Was Never On My Mind. Three novels, Caught Between (Which is also a 24-episode Radio Drama Podcast https://wprnpublicradio.com/caught-between-teaser/), Art and Mystery: The Missing Poe Manuscript, and Far From Here. Philip also has a column in the quarterly magazine Per Niente. He enjoys all things artistic.

Visible, For Ellyn (Maybe?)

As I wait for our nearly ten hour conversation to upload

This poem is always already published in heaven

with respects to Patti Smith

“Oh wow”-Ellyn Maybe

“There’s something in the collective paw of the world”-also Ellyn (“Whiff of Wonder”)

So where do I begin

of all the

Encomiums pinned to the

goddess fold this is among

The flowers

the surface of the turf of the waves of the silver mine

The dramatic unfolding of the rose within the heart of matter melting into infinity

The remarkable steep climb down/up a very short/long limbed cliff

That makes the counterintuitive look like:

The breath of God

Or maybe the ear God scratches on its fins

Or maybe the…

Gosh

Golly

So yeah

so yeah

so yeah

(Giggles)

Wow, what a trip, right?

I agree

That was wild!!!

A really intense, pleasurable, purely innocent

walk on the moon’s moon

walk on the star’s spume

Walk along the

Hands of the

Golden clock walk in the

Shade of the garden of the

Fauns

and frankly, fuck

Adam and Eve

Nothing against them, but boy is that mythology

Begging for a reboot ‘

‘

Let’s let lapsarian swim some

Laps at the bottom of Rimbaud’s alchemy of the Word

L’alchemie du verbe

Let’s allow the glow to

Gather at our

Toes let’s

Freeze frame this desolate timeline for once and

All

Let’s make quantum theory look like Santa Claus

Flowing in and out of the chimney of God’s

Hair

Let’s make quantum computing look like if

Iceland

was really

Sweden was really

A

Forest of star-spangled

Elephant meerkats

Let’s turn over

First principles

Let’s unearth

the

Satellites we stole apparently Emily Dickinson

Let’s deface the astral mime-field of

Walt Whitman let’s and

Let’s and

Lettuce

See

What is at the end of

The final fork

Oh beauty of a dream of life, terrible and

wonderful and

throned in blood

Oh verite cinema complex where

dragons hit the

Snuff pipe of radiation

Oh Weimar complex where the

Dusseldorf vampire is doing bumps with

The Sno-cone nose of

Adolf Hister

Let’s turn over a new lava lump

and glow

glow

glow

Like

Fabulous

Opera…

Love is a multiple Folio William Shakespeare’s sonnets

paddled out through the

Desert of the waters of the

Future

Love is a pincushion made of

Elves in a

Sidereal blast you

jogged me at the

Elbow saying

In the end it will

be

Okay in the

End it was our communal landing strip where

Bob Dylan and

Dylan Thomas and

William Blake and

All the other

Rock and roll niggers were

Examining the

World’s largest

Tuning farce inside the

Grimdark nostrils of

the grumbling stones.

Photo credit: Alex S. Johnson, taken from a ten-hour zoom conversation Sunday March 23rd, 2025 or it was a minute.

My Prayers in Ramadan

I dream for the day, O Allah

When you will recall us together, you said

And we get afraid of the condition

Standing before you

What the result may come out to the selves.

At that time the situation will be so grave

Nobody can come forward to save

The near and dear ones without your consent

You, the only King of the whole kings of the universe

We, all will fly to you like the insects

You, the supreme authority, my dear Allah

I dream just like a dreamer

We are all born dreamers in different perspectives

You know very well and you said also

My everyday prayer to you in the Ramadan period

You must fulfill my dream

That you told to keep ready for the dreamers and good doers

I know I am a sinner

But you mercy is more than our sins

I love to be your servant following

What you have told to perform

Though we fail every time

Our deeds are so little

We are so weak and careless to our deeds

Overlooking all the mistakes

I have a firm faith in my breast

You will receive us in your wonderful, loving, unimaginable

So expected charming ‘Jannah’

When nobody can read my heart without you

I am so worthless, useless, helpless to myself

O Allah, please permit my prayer in this holy Ramadan.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh

28  March, 2025

Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years.

The road to silence

Through the back door, into the nothingness of the day,

With silent steps I lose myself in the semblance.

From the tumult of the world, I slowly detach myself,

And in the deep calm, I surprise myself.

In the arms of the wind, I listen to them as they return,

Lost thoughts, like a secret fortune.

The silence comes, like a sweet call,

An eternal moment of blessing.

In the shadow of the dawn, under the clear sky,

I search for myself, a liberated soul.

With time I learn that it is not a sin

To be closer to your true self.

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.

The next issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine will come out on April 5th.