Poetry from Mahmud Dzukogi

Du’a

We have a tree near our house

With no root

But it spreads its arms over our home

In his body He has a pain

And that pain has a roof And that roof

Of pain does not have tears

I put up my hands of du’a

Over his body To give a root

That he doesn’t have

For a new life transpires

Pain again

This world is full of pain

Nothing but pain In our heart we cry In the face 

We are alive

I spread my hands

To go away from the pain Along with its darkness

To make happiness come over.

You evil devil

You evil devil, you keep me on your ways

I try not to be persuaded 

But you keep on poisoning my heart One day, my only one voice

Will kill all the evils

Through prayer and good works.

This world

This world is nothing but a dream Like the brain of the devil Touching the heart of a good soul

We are humans 

We are not the devil 

We have a pinch sympathy within our chests

Block the bad desires with yourprayers

Block them with salutations 

And let peace rule your existence 

TIME IS IN COMA

The time is dead,

This time has paused,

Time has resigned from the body of this world, Time will be buried by non”o’clock , So now we shall write the time and reconstruct our deeds, because time was just in 

Mahmud Dzukogi is an artist, photographer and poet.

Poetry from Pat Doyne

ANOTHER TRUMP GRIEVANCE

                  In Springfield, they’re eating the dogs!

                        These immigrants truly are hogs—

                        they’re eating our pets!

                        Pose scandalous threats!

                        It’s true! It’s on teen-agers’ blogs.

                       

Poetry from Michael Robinson

Middle aged Black man with short hair and brown eyes. He's got a hand on his chin and is facing the camera.
Poet Michael Robinson

MERCY AND SALVATION

My soul rests beside the waters of your heart. It’s stillness which brings me contentment and faith. I have not lacked the faith You placed within me since childhood. It was a time of prayer and reflection to watch the candle of your presence on the altar. I have prayed to You and praised You for decades. It’s with profound humility I kneel at the altar of lights, remembering many times that I sought to be close to Your Heavenly Kingdom, Your Kingdom
has fulfilled all my needs and wants. I seek nothing more than your Holy son Jesus Christ to reside with my soul. Prayer: My Father, Creator of all that is good, please accept my prayer that I may continue in Your Being for it is Your grace that gives me a sense of presence of your love for me.

SEEKING GOD’S KINGDOM ON EARTH
A Psalm-inspired prayer for leaving the earthly world for God’s Kingdom: “My heart is set on heaven, my soul long to fly, to leave this earthly world, and touch the sky, I yearn for God’s Kingdom,...What does it mean to seek God’s Kingdom, To follow His Holy Son Jesus? This is the life I’m prepared to seek and leave behind confusion, chaos, and hate. My joy, hope, or contentment. I have this hope and I have a future.” “As I grow in the Spirit of God, I experience joy, hope and contentment. I find continued joy, compassion and hope because the scriptures say that God has plans to give me a hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11 I have this hope and I have a future in Christ Jesus.
Prayer: Hear my plea my Heavenly Father, I kneel and bow my head in obedience, to live a life that is filling my mind, heart, and soul. I contemplate about a life you have given me since childhood. These memories give me solace. I give you praise and thanksgiving for I have Salvation and Redemption.


Poetry from Robert Fleming


lost my moo after 100,000 moos

hooves prod through a squeeze shoot

freeze branded my left flank at -89o c

pierced my nostril with a metal ring

cows know who they are

don’t need no number *M899312

NOW-WOW-POW-HOLY COW

cows moo who they are

born a Jersey cow

bull keep your pizzle away from my vulva

moo Moo MOOOOOOOOOOOOVE

Red Angus’ would a cow jump over the moon?

Simmentals moo over the moon

Texas Longhorns jump hurdles

Shorthorns jump long

Charolais volt poles

Limosin jump high

Brown Swiss model for Swiss Miss

Herefords graze alfalfa

HOLSTEINS CHARGE the CORRAL

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Image of Saturn with a brown cow and calf on the left edge of its ring and a brown and white cow on the right edge.

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Black and white image of Jupiter with black and white cows on its ring.


Robert Fleming is a visual poet from Lewes, DE. He is a founding/contributing editor of Old Scratch Press and a contributing editor to the digital magazine Instant Noodles. His books are White Noir, and Con-Way in 4 in 1, #4. He is an award-winning writer and artist: 2022 San Gabriel Valley California-broadside, 2021 Best of Mad Swirl poetry; nominations: 2023 Blood Rag Poet, Delaware Press: poem: 3rd place and three mentions, and two Pushcart and two Best of the Net nominations. https://www.facebook.com/robert.fleming.5030 

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.

To the forgotten

Death will come and you have the memory

dissolved in a coffee liqueur awakening the sense of modesty

of the carved material with veils covering the nakedness

of the spirit revealed to the connoisseurs

of secret stories of the temple.

No one can be placed higher

in the pedestals of heaven

unless he is a saint or an angel,

 a bagpipe player –

announcer of the graces

of all the divinities

of the religions of the time

and we believers to sing

their glory, innocent.

Found in the history

of unlikely places

modeled by rainwater,

peoples of the green colonies,

embalmed in resins

of disappeared forests.

BIOGRAPHY

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 your first poem at her age of 7. 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 Michael Robinson

Middle aged Black man with short hair and brown eyes. He's got a hand on his chin and is facing the camera.
Poet Michael Robinson

SEEKING GOD’S KINGDOM ON EARTH
A Psalm-inspired prayer for leaving the earthly world for God’s Kingdom: “My heart is set on heaven, my soul long to fly, to leave this earthly world, and touch the sky, I yearn for God’s Kingdom,...What does it mean to seek God’s Kingdom, To follow His Holy Son Jesus? This is the life I’m prepared to seek and leave behind confusion, chaos, and hate. My joy, hope, or contentment. I have this hope and I have a future.” “As I grow in the Spirit of God, I experience joy, hope and contentment. I find continued joy, compassion and hope because the scriptures say that God has plans to give me a hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11 I have this hope and I have a future in Christ Jesus.
Prayer: Hear my plea my Heavenly Father, I kneel and bow my head in obedience, to live a life that is filling my mind, heart, and soul. I contemplate about a life you have given me since childhood. These memories give me solace. I give you praise and thanksgiving for I have Salvation and Redemption.