Poetry from Jake Cosmos Aller

America, Where Are Thou?

I used to live in a place

Called the United States of America

A republic – the first and last hope of mankind

The land of the free, the home of the brave

The envy of the world

The land of the American dream

And now, I am afraid

That the Star-Spangled Banner

No longer flies

Over the land of the brave

And the home of the free.

I wake up

The red, white and blue

Have been overwhelmed

The dark forces of the red states

Have overwhelmed the light of the blue states

Have trounced the reason offered by the Blue States

And the white forces

Lie trembling in fear

I tried to escape

The darkling night

The ever-glowing Orange alerts

And escape somewhere

The leader of the country

The new uncrowned Empire

Rules over us all

Empire Triumphant

Against all enemies

The USA is number one

We chant and scream

And watch FOX TV

As we march off to war

The rest of the world

Trembles in fear at our might

We rule – we rock and roll, and are triumphant

Against all enemies, dissenters, and foreigners

The U.S. marches on to victory

Freedom is on the march

Liberation is at hand

As the rich gather gleeful

Contemplating the plunder of the state

And the poor grow more desperate

I cry out for the country that I have lost

Whose soul has been lost

And the end of the Republic

For which I believed

The empire has won

Long Live the new Caesar

Long Live the New American Empire

Death to all its enemies

As the dream fades into a nightmare

I cry knowing that we have all lost

The last best hope of mankind

Lives buried in the ash heap of history

Tyranny in the guise of Democracy

Rules us all forever and ever

And that flag

The star-spangled banner

Does not wave anymore

Over the land of the free

And the home of the brave

Poetry from Sarvinoz Quramboyeva

Central Asian teen girl with long dark hair, brown eyes, and a white collared shirt.

Hello motherland hello land

I was born raised in the bend of this country 

We be sure that you are beautiful today 

It’s all  because of you, my country 

Birds are chirping in your sky

Air quality? Clean and clear

Every boy and girl period 

It’s all because of you, my country 

The magic of the homeland lives in the heart 

Life is different 

Thanks you for reaching this day 

We live in a time of development 

We are taking a step forward 

Not even thinking how it will end 

We are going to the high mountains 

Poetry from Lan Qyqualla (last one)

Middle aged white man with a clean shaven face, brown hair and eyes.

The Sun’s Tears

I do not trust

the sun’s

tears

and Lora’s

love

I do not trust

theweight

ofher word

or the longing

I have for her.

The Drawer of Forgetfulness

I locked you up

in the drawer of forgetfulness

as the crystalline water under the earth

and the crumpled writing on the gray sheet

proof of the time spent in the studio

I saw you

in the labyrinths of the faculty

where the Alphabet’s raytwinkles

your voice can be heard in each class room

in the workbook you

are piling up the memory years.

Lora

We wander through time

like snakes in the bushes

Lora and I

in the ecstasy of the painting

I gave her Mona Lisa’s smile

I drank water from Lora’s bosom

and I lost myself in adolescent dreams,

I gave Lora a life

I gave the sky a kiss

the sun seemed to be silent

and left a free way to darkness

the rainbow lightens my way

fiery I take the stars to the bosom

I hug the sun

to feel its tenderness.

Lora is silent

and she silently speaks

in her blonde hair

I touch the love

embers in the lap

white frost

he left traces

Lora is asleep

with the fiery stars

tickling her lips

in the corrugated crown

the sounds of silence

I put her crown

and I read under her eyelids

the novel I will write

Lora with her bosom as virgin snow

lures the Talmudists’ years

Lora crystalline meteor.

WHAT TO WISH YOU TONIGHT

I am drunken with craving

of cords of your voice

I seek the canary of love

in the labyrinths of the soul

the morning messenger is not heard

nor he knits the sounds cardigan of Monastery

you, the lost one in the waves of forgetfulness.

I glaze the pictures in the museum

I doze in present time

the verb love

I conjugate in first person

Because you loved me

I track in mirative form

the time passed in lucidity

what to wish you tonight as you forgot me.

Ah, with the sweetness of the vowels

Quivered even my lake

we, like two canaries in the mountains

loosing trails in canon

me, you and the voice

tonight brings me back to nostalgia.

Lan Qyqalla, graduated from the Faculty of Philology in the branch of Albanian language and literature in Prishtina, from Republika of Kosovo. He is a professor of the Albanian language in the Gymnasium. He has written in many newspapers, portals, Radio, TV, and Magazines in the Albanian language and in English, Romanian, Francophone, Turkish, Arabic, Italian, Greek, Swedish, Hindu,  Spanish, and Korean.

Essay from Dilbar Qôldoshova Nuraliyevna

Central Asian teen girl with dark straight hair, brown eyes, and a light-colored, striped collared shirt.

OUR GREAT WEALTH

      We often write that the great wealth and priceless property of the nation is the language. 

Each of us is responsible for preserving it.   There is no right to destroy our mother tongue, to make it as dry as possible with words coming from different languages.  Abdulla Qadiri, the great Uzbek, reprimanded us: “The Uzbek language is not poor, but those who call the Uzbek language poor are poor.”  They should not blame their ignorance on the Uzbek language.

      Did Abdulla Qadiri really write novels without using Russian words?  Is there a place in El’s heart?

       The famous people of that time expressed their opinions with two-line verses.  They were not at all ashamed of saying, “You have done me a favor, my lady.”

      Hazrat Alisher Navoi, our grandfather, clearly explained the definition of our Turkish language.

      I am a Turkish narration, 

     I made this fashion story.

      Whose fame spread to the world

      Enjoy even knowing Turkish.

      Hazrat Navoi said that the fame of the Turkish language fills the world, this language will spread to the world.  They also said that the world will benefit from this language.

      A person who doesn’t know the lines of our great poet Abdulla Oripov, “The day you die, I’ll definitely die!”

      The words of Halima Khudoyberdiyeva, the most charming poetess of our time, are unforgettable lines.

     My pierced tongue

     My cut tongue.

     A huge cloud fell,

     A broken tongue.

     Like a bird’s feather 

     Forget about it, my dear. 

     On the floor of books

     My colorful straw,

     You smell like almonds 

     My child is neither Russian nor Uzbek, 

     There is a sign of Arosat.

     Five hundred years ago

     I understand the letter, so

      What I said today

      My child sometimes does not understand.

      We have become a nation that forgets flowers.

      We have become a forgetful nation.

      A mass shooting occurred.

      We have become a people who forget the language…

     El’s male poet Muhammad Yusuf also considered himself guilty and a sinner in front of the Uzbek language due to the deterioration of the language:

     Although I did not like those who attacked me,

      I wrote a poem, but I didn’t do anything else.

      I did not speak in my own language,

      When I remember it, my heart hurts. 

      My mother tongue, forgive me, my mother tongue…

      One day every year on October 21, we think about the language, the Uzbek language.

      “Forgive me, mother tongue”

      “As inheritors of the priceless wealth passed down from our ancestors to our generations, we need to preserve our mother tongue, enrich it, and constantly work on increasing its prestige.” 

       Islam Karimov, First President of the Republic of Uzbekistan.

      Darlings!  What kind of children are we if we don’t appreciate our mother tongue?  Come, my sisters, brothers, young and old, let’s come together and appreciate our mother tongue in time.

            ĎÌĹBÁŔÌÑOŽÁM

       Dilbar Koldoshova Nuraliyevna was born on March 5, 2007 in the Karshi district of the Kashkadarya region. She is currently the 10th “B” student of the 43rd school. Dilbarhan is the queen of poetry, the owner of creativity, a singer with a beautiful voice, and a ghazal girl.

      She came first in the “Leader of the Year” competition. 1st prize in the regional stage of the “Hundred Gazelles and Hundred Gems” competition. It took part in the “Children’s Forum” category and won first place in many competitions.

          She is currently the coordinator of the training department of Tallikuron MFY in Karshi district. Kamalak captain of the opposite district. Head captain of the “Girls There” club at school 43. 

         The articles titled “Memory is immortal and precious”, “Our School” and “Mother” were published three times in Kenya Times International magazine in 2024. In 2023, the first poems were published in the poetry collection “Yulduzlar Yogdusi” of the creative youth of the Kashkadarya region.

      In 2024, ghazals of the creative youth of the Republic were published in the poetry collection “Youth of Uzbekistan”.

Poetry from Patricia Doyne

ISLANDS OF FLOATING GARBAGE

                        Madison Square Garden, 1939

                        20,000 gather for a “Pro-America” Rally.

                        Flanked by swastikas, James Wheeler predicts,

                        “If George Washington were alive today,

                        he’d be friends with Adolph Hitler.”

                        German-American Bund speaker Fritz Julius Kuhn

                        rails against “the oriental cunning of the Jews.”

                        Champions an America ruled by white Gentiles,

                        free from Jewish leadership in Hollywood

and the Press. 

                        America for Americans only.

                        Madison Square Garden, 2024

                        20,000 gather to support Trump’s re-election.

                        Trump thunders against immigrants—

                        rapists, mental patients, criminal gangs

                        from shithole countries.

                        Don Jr. says they want to replace us

with people of color.

                        Tucker Carlson concurs:

                        they want to replace real Americans with immigrants.  

                        Stephen Miller sums it up: 

                        America for Americans only.

                        Who flocks to these rallies? Enjoys white supremacy

                        spiced with lies and name-calling?

                        Trump’s opponent is labeled a “low IQ” woman,

                        managed by “pimp handlers;”  “the Anti-Christ.”

                        Puerto Rico’s called “islands of floating garbage.”

                        Haitian immigrants are accused of

eating cats and dogs.”

                        If elected, Trump says he’ll get rid of

the enemy within…”

                        Call out the army. Detain in camps, deport, imprison.

                        So– Madison Square Garden hosted two nasty rallies,

                        Each rally heaped hate on scapegoats.

                        Both blended entitled white supremacy

                        with flag waving and singing the national anthem.

                        In our country’s history, these mob scenes stand out–

                        red, white, and blue islands of floating garbage.

                        Copyright 10/2024     Patricia Doyne          

Essay from Sarvinoz Tuliyeva

Central Asian woman with long straight dark hair, a white, tan, and blue sweater, a white collared shirt, and small earrings outside on her school campus on a sunny day near trees.

Uzbekistan is a place rich in historical monuments!

There is probably no person who has not heard about Uzbekistan. Or a lot of foreigners rushing to see its historical places and ancient buildings after hearing about it. The number of tourists coming to Uzbekistan every year is more. This, in turn, means that Uzbekistan’s place in the world is rich in historical places. I would like to give some information about the Shaikhontohur Ensemble, one of which is located in Tashkent!

The territory of the Shaikhontohur ensemble is located between Abdulla Qadiri and Alisher Navoi streets. The ensemble consists of three mausoleums: the mausoleum of Sheikh Khavandi Tohur, the mausoleum of Kaldirgochbi and the mausoleum of Yunus Khan.

Shaikhontohur was born in the end of the 13th century in the mountain village of Boghustan (where the Charvok reservoir is now located) in a family of owners. His father Sheikh Umar was a descendant of Umar the Second Caliph. The people believed that Sheikh Omar could create miracles and control natural phenomena. It is said that this great blessing was passed on to his son. Young Shaikhontohur studied Sufi teachings. According to the biographers, the Tashkent Sufi was particularly impressed by one fact: “High spiritual qualities and knowledge in the sciences are in direct proportion to the patience and indifference of a wise person compared to the rudeness of the ignorant.”

Sheikh lived and preached in Tashkent and died between 1355 and 1360. According to legends, the mausoleum over his grave was built on the initiative of Amir Temur. It is a low-rise two-room structure topped by two domes of different heights.

The building got its current appearance as a result of numerous restoration works and reconstructions at the beginning of the 19th century. Inside it, there are three dahms under the big dome and two dahms under the small dome. Out of 48 cypress trees (planted by Alexander the Great) – Alexander’s one remains in the mausoleum. This petrified coniferous tree is located inside the mausoleum, directly next to the majestic tomb of the Sheikh.

Needless to say, many people from Tashkent, Ubaidulla Khoja Ahror (1404-1490) and Yunushoja, who was the independent governor of Tashkent in the middle of the 18th century, belong to the generation of Shaikhontohurs.

Next to the mausoleum of Sheikhontohur, another mausoleum remains to this day. This is the grave of Kaldirgoyabi. This 15th-century architectural monument is distinguished from other structures in the complex by its pyramid-shaped dome and reminds of the tombs of the Kazakh steppes. indeed, under the domes of this mausoleum, the body of the famous statesman Tolabi (Kazakh) was buried. Together with the Tolabi Tashkentians, they succeeded in expelling the militant Kalmyk invader from the lands of Central Asia. The executive power appointed the independent governor of the Tashkent state, the mayor of Sheykhontohur, Yunuskhoja, as his representative in Tashkent.

Another great monument in the complex dating back to the 15th century is the mausoleum of Babur’s grandfather, Yunus Khan. This building has been restored many times. This house has a unique type, it is T-shaped and has a high arch along the top of the facade.

There are many historical places like this in Uzbekistan. It is our responsibility to visit them, adopt them and pass them on to future generations!

Tuliyeva Sarvinoz
The owner of the state award named after Zulfia
Uzbekistan

Large tan brick building with light blue onion domes. There's a green lawn and brick walkway.