I READ...
I read ghazals, i read novels
I travelled, i smiled, and drowned .
Life's ain't like literature class, alas!
i failed in a story i owned...
Silence's neither being alive nor dying,
The most heavy blows of howl.
To smile while your crying,
A witch that break your soul...
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. Currently lives in Switzerland. Married, mother of five children. It was not possible to publish poems and translations written by the poet in the next ten years.
HIV-AIDS
H ow can one person condemn another
I gnorance does superstitions gather
V irus to fear, no right for spirit to shatter
A cquired illness reason to ostracize in society
I ndifferent to afflicted's pains and tragedy
D evoid of compassion and acts of humanity
S hame on us AIDS knows no diversity
Whatever reasons there may be
Infected ones need not our pity
We are needed to show empathy
To be just there for them our moral duty
One can't be infected with mere touch of care
Support and love definitely can share
Put your feet in their shoes if you dare
Not just risks but their plight be aware
Butac Memories
Dad's from South, with fields of sugar, corn and rice
Mom's from North, with mountains, cliffs and rivers rise
I was born and raised here in the city of vice
Grew up with telephones, teevee tubes and toys from mall
Bored of movies, fastfoods and buildings tall
Hotels, gymns and 50% sale stall
Still I would have loved to be in the mountain
Bumpy road ride through rocky terrain
On hand cart, who needs horses with brawny
Uncle in the rain
Rudimentary lifestyle, no electricity strings,
Bamboo pipe water from mountain springs
Ghost and monster scares round wood fire rings
Forget about land hole stairs.
Luck for balance, go home in pairs
House slumping up the trail, no gates- no cares
Cousins with practical tricks under sleeves
Care for itchy oozey barks and thorny leaves
Faires and mermaids Grandma's voice weaves
Break the fast by the firewood oven before ten
Lunch of river froglets and exotic dish, Aunt Mary's kitchen
Dinner higher up the mountains with Uncle Eugene
Just a couple weeks of rare vacation
Back to Manila lowlands for education
Tears and clinging hugs for lifetime devotion
Mountain ranges surreal nostalgic
City born life a childhood tragic
Land just below the skies is pure magic
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.
We must wake up!
The destruction of the world is reversed,
Innocence, honesty, truth are lost!
Like a mad horse he bought and left,
They take away, and the world is a disgrace!
We need to wake up from the sleep of carelessness,
We must rise to the broken surroundings,
We must rebuild, create,
Let the poor ignorance of life disappear!
Let's raise the flag of peace together,
Let the world finally return from the abyss!
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.
I Have Walked The Morn
In Mists I have walked the morn in mists
And trodden down the valley lily white
And run the gauntlet sunshine fair
Robed in silken webs no woman ever wove,
Shod in sandals light -
Airy, as death is weightless
And left youth and gaiety high and dry
At the entrance gate of responsibility
And entered therein
To lie face down, child of marble, wayward
On the dew drenched lawn of forever,
Crying tears of stone
To the unveiling of a statue, ageless.
I have reached reverently out to touch
The alabaster agony of space without time
To carve the precious light of existence, sweet
With flawless line, chisel
The wrinkles of age and time away
Layer by layer to the stone’s heart
Newborn, in beauty glowing, translucent
With hands of steel, a sculptress
Kneeling to whisper, “It is good.”
RUNNING DOWN THE COMET TAILED STREAMS OF LIGHT
Running down the comet tailed streams of light,
Day into day; night into night; pulling free,
Bursting into flight, suddenly
Caught up in the Earth's stream
Soaring in vapor trailed orbits of being.
Atoms of mass in conglomerates of be,
Exploding full circle into dimensions of me.
I do not grow old; I am forever!
I dream; I feel; I see all things
Of life; of beauty; of death; ( Secretively whispers )
I know the song the dust sings - (Song of the Dust)
"There is no finality in me,
I soar; I float and dance,
I laughingly chant the notes of life
From “The Songbook of the Dead."
Annie Johnson is 84 years old. She is Shawnee Native American. She has published two, six hundred-page novels and six books of poetry. Annie has won several poetry awards from world poetry organizations including; World Union of Poets; she is a member of World Nations Writers Union; has received the World Institute for Peace award; the World Laureate of Literature from World Nations Writers Union and The William Shakespeare Poetry Award. She received a Certificate and Medal in recognition of the highest literature from International Literary Union for the year 2020, from Ayad Al Baldawi, President of the International Literary Union. She has three children, two grandchildren, and two sons-in-law. Annie played a flute in the Butler University Symphony. She still plays her flute.
From South-Western, Michigan, Jerry Langdon lives in Germany since the early 90’s. He is an Artist and Poet. His works bathe in a darker side of emotion and fantasy. He has released five books of Poetry titled “Temperate Darkness an Behind the Twilight Veil”, “Death and other cold things” “Rollercoaster Heart” and “Frosted Dreams” Jerry is also the editor and publisher of the literary magazine Raven Cage Zine poetry and prose. His poetic inspirations are derived from poets such as Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As well as from various Rock Bands. His apparently twisted mind, twists and intertwines fantasy with reality.
DAVID HOLMES: THE BOY WHO LIVED – A Documentary About Healing, Defying Gravity, and Living after the Fall
David Holmes always wanted to defy gravity. At such a young age, he had a desire to play God, since he was merely a child, David tested his limits, and his heart -as his mother and father affirmed- never knew fear. A dream that turned into the reality of life when David flew and flew until, like Icarus, the laws of the universe decided to intervene and restructure his life.
It was like fear shrunk and coagulated, becoming smaller and smaller, occupying less and less space in his heart. David Holmes was invincible like a Greek prince from Greek mythology, Hercules or Atlas. And this young Hercules set his sails for “Harry Potter,” a magical beyond magical set for kids, a place where he could stretch his divine muscles and reach the heights of Mount Olympus.
On movie sets, dynamics are different. Actors are not the only ones who shine. They are not the ones who attract the most attention, and sometimes they’re not the heroes of the story, at least not the true ones. So in Daniel Radcliffe’s eyes, David Holmes was a hero, someone larger than life. To Daniel, David was the real Harry Potter, strong, confident, and defying gravity, in a game of Quidditch, David could have easily been the winner.
But this movie is not about defying gravity, it’s about defying what weighs people to the ground. David Holmes in all his cheery acceptance and also struggling with a new life, gives an example of a friend whom everybody needs during tough times. David oozes hope despite the hardships of a newfound condition and the difficulty of coping with friends and family the most; those who love but sometimes can’t separate the past and the present from their mindsets.
“DAVID HOLMES: THE BOY WHO LIVED” is an eye-opener to a world I haven’t had an idea about before. Have you ever been mesmerized by the skill and athleticism of stunt performers? The way they effortlessly maneuver their bodies, manipulating bones and muscles to execute daring feats is truly awe-inspiring! They are in tune with all the scary prosthetics and harnesses, they hang up from high distances, get kicked and shoved, and get the full treatment. How actors are sometimes the ones left starstruck with people who are doing the real work. In “Harry Potter”, those were the stuntpeople like David and Marc Mailley.
One of the things I liked about this documentary, was how Daniel receded into the background, allowing David to have his moment and shine. It wasn’t a vanity project for Daniel where he could flex his muscles and make himself the focus of the narrative but gave David the air to breathe and fully express himself.
Dan Hartley does a great job of orchestrating this whole movie and leading a cast of actors and non-actors, the interviews were fresh and highly engaging, interweaved with the massive and compelling behind-the-scenes footage of David as the true Harry Potter, the real wizard whom “film people” used as the vessel on which they could place Daniel’s movie star face, and create magic. It was strange to see the tragedies behind a story that compelled millions and millions of kids worldwide, but it was also a testament to the power of filmmaking, the resilience of a human spirit, and the real love between friends, the love that made Marc stay by David’s side, and Daniel executive-produce his friend’s story, eager to let it out into the world.
NOVEMBER 10
With the death of the valuable leader of the Turkish world, Gazi Mustafa Kamal Atatürk, in the Dolmabahçe Palace on 10/11/1938 at 09:05, the great Turkish world was left orphaned and since that day, we live in a world without Atatürk, with the awareness that that great personality cannot be replaced. We continue to walk on the great Turan path he showed, with confident steps, without falling into pessimism.
As every year, on this day, November 10, 2023, Ataturk Commemoration Day is held. In this context, the world leader, the Great Leader veteran Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, on his way to a life of 57 years, not only as a commander who successfully managed the War of Independence of the Turkish nation, but also The works he performed for the country were written in golden letters in history...Gazi Mustafa Kemal Atatürk fit 11 wars, 24 medals, 7 state decorations, 13 books, 38 factories and many military achievements and titles into his 57-year life. It was not enough, to be the "sick man"
He established a bright new Republic from a so-called empire. He was both a very good soldier and a very successful statesman. He took science and reason as his guide. He had endless faith in this country and its people. He was the genius of the century, that great personality was blessed with these lands. And unfortunately, the Turkish world was left an orphan after he was sent off to eternity on November 10, 1938.
To date, statues of that great personality have been erected in 35 countries, 35 squares were named after him, we can list the countries where his statue was erected as follows. Chile, Cuba, Kyrgyzstan, Japan, India, Hungary, Kazakhstan, Australia, Romania, Netherlands, Czech Republic, Afghanistan, Turkmenistan, Poland, Belgium, Peru, Dominique, New Zealand, Italy, Macedonia, Israel, America, Azerbaijan, Santuago. The death of Gazi Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, whose statue was erected in many countries, was widely covered in the world press.
The fact that 22 news and 265 articles were published in the French press alone is a sign of how important a genius Atatürk was. While remembering him with respect, respect and longing, we should not forget his words. I think it is necessary... "My spiritual heritage is science and reason. Those who want to adopt me after me, if they accept the guidance of reason and science on this basic axis, they will be my spiritual heirs."
ATATÜRK ON NOVEMBER 10
West and east of Turkey, Atatürk ON NOVEMBER 10 While commemorating Ataturk on the tenth of November, our hearts actually cried, Life does not flow smoothly without him, Crying and whining are useless, Believe me, words are not enough, While commemorating Ataturk on the tenth of November. Start good deeds for him, Surround your heart with his love, Learn him, understand him and keep him alive, While commemorating Atatürk on November ten. Let the whole world listen to our speech, Let the whole world ring from our voices, Write books so that the new generation will understand, While we commemorate Atatürk on November ten. Azeroğlu, don't forget Atatürk, We brought Hatay to our country with great difficulty, Hit the roots of the bad people with an ax, While commemorating Atatürk on November ten.
Taken from my book titled "Take an example from Ataturk" published in 2010.
Yahya Azeroğlu/Türkiye.
