The Painted Porch 

at the side of the street of Campoyong
a space between the ligneous living room
& cacophony of the outside world
I sit here in the painted porch
watching the public crowd pass by

on the glass table on the tiled deck
reads a journal on realist painter
in his oil on canvas El Kundiman
a man plays a 1930s piano
& a maiden sings a love song
now mute indeed are tongue and heart

Krebs watches townspeople walk by
yet he remains on the periphery.

Timeline

How long is a long time?
How short is a short time?
Can I say I'm at the age of prime?
Reason for my exaggerated mime
There was a time when I couldn't explain
My thoughts in words, simple and plain
Lips stutter, dragged by ball and chain
Time was so slow to ease my pain
There was a time when I couldn't stop 
Rush, rush, wait! A body needs to adapt
Money to earn and spend, a huge gap
Time is lacking, not even for a nap
Then comes a time that seems to slip
Life goes so fast, I'm scared to sleep
Babies grow too fast, minds go deep
Slow down, give me a chance to grip
Will there come a time that stands still?
Shall I lose by then my stubborn will?
Would meat and rice change to a pill?
Waiting for a sickle, my soul to steal?
Is life just a part of time?
Is time just a part of a phase?
Is a phase just a part of a space,
existing with a pre-determined face?



And So I Go On

I am a traveler now at rest
Hidden from buzzing pest
Yet I won’t hide from the test
The world's an amazing nest
I shall continue with my quest
Sanctuary's temporary guest
Roads lead to everywhere
Hindrance I can see nowhere
Yet pitfalls I'm much aware
Temptations I must beware
Trodden grasses I must care
Opened eyes as I take a dare
Neither hearts nor minds deny
Ask Who, What, How and Why
Still to my soul's whisper I rely
Sieve the truth from wind’s lie
Every storm blows opportunity
Let not feet detour from duty
Feathers gathered not for quantity
Every strand tested for its quality
Strengthened for endless journey
Prepared to seek elusive destiny


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.

In Which Mallory Learns Three Important Things
About Herself as She Pinwheels to Death, Among Other Things

p.1
Dear Mother,
I do not regret the time we never spent.

Dear Father,
I am you and you are me. Who came first? The chicken or the egg?

Dear Self,
You must accept the fact that your imminent death is not and will never be glorious.

p.2
The worst part of realizations,
is they are cruel because
they cannot be changed.

Mine is that I will die
in exactly 17.12 minutes,
(my suit calculates)
whirling between
green, blue, black
speckled with
pinpricks of distant
light from a
different age.

I do not scream.
I do not cry.
I accept.
I am streaking
through time and
the atmosphere is
so close, filling my polycarbonate
visor with wisps of white.

I am glad that the last
thing I will see before
I asphyxiate is the
pacific ocean. I wonder
if fish look up
and wonder what it
is like to breathe.

p.3
I do not envy anything.
I am here, staring at my
entire life defined to
four numbers ticking!

(I have moved past
all things in life. I have
moved past staring at
twin tombstones and
I shall move even when
my synapses shall not,
forever freefalling into
nothing.)

the third thought
that cartwheels across
me squealing heavenly
mercy cries⸺
who will remember you?

The birds twittering under the shingles
of my roof, the squirrels eating the acorns
left on my porch, my posters hanging in
my room are all bits of my
existence and remember me in of
themselves.

I am real; my pain is proof of this.

p.4
00.10
there
00.09
is
00.08
nothing
00.07
more
00.06
beautiful
00.05
than
00.04
earth.
00.03
I
00.02
am
00.01
happy.

I am going to reveal adequate information about program, initiative programs, camps and also volunteering meetings and parties that I have previously participated. 

Initially, I was one of the significant part of this kind of field, such as when it comes to programs I have taken part in a global ecological initiative program by United States of America and Illinois university, it was such a mind-blowing and exceedingly beneficial for us how to save the conversation to our ecology and environment and accountable teachers and mentors taught us about how today's detrimental climate change and people's own satisfactions impact on environment so I learned to be an environmentally-friendly.

Moreover, I I have accomplished to be finalist of Climate science Olympiad by united nations, it was the considerable phenomenon for me I will continue with my personal and personable project in the last stage of that Olympiad, additionally I was also the finalist of youth ambassadors of ecology in Uzbekistan, finally, I can tell that you I created my own project at the secondary school of mine to maintain biodiversity and make believable productive and healthy ecology to our society and world, I was the organizer if this small project it is name youth ecology protectors, one of the specific duty is comprised making campaigns about today climate change, set up some donation, volunteering in the field of ecological considerations , and so on. That's all we can believe in that making a big difference is not arcane or complicated.

This 2024 I am the finalist of the Climate Science Olympiad by united Nations. I have passed from qualifier and pre requisite stage of this Olympiad and at the end of June I attend the final stage. Additionally I attended to Valley Mun in Namangan in the field of Food insecurity. Relatively, I established a small ecology organization at my own secondary school which is named "Yosh ekologlar". In order to protect and maintain the environment completely.

Having participated in dozens of courses like world health organization and get certification and by humans right watch. I have accomplished the first honourable stage from Spanish language by Ibrat Farzandlari, Ibrat Academy and Yoshlar ishlar Agentligi and The director of youth embassy who is Alisher Saʼdullayev congratulated me. For the proficiency test if English I took an exam from Cefr Exam with B2 -62 Score  preparing by Ibrat Academy and self study. I am for the time the finalist I'd Education USA Academy by United States Embassy in Tashkent. And I am also the member and participant of Access Microscholarship program sponsored by US Embassy to educate English for the high school students during 2022-2024. I was one of the part of USAID program in the field of "Creative and Critical thinking " for 15 hours course and get the verified certification. I took part in Machine learning course as an extracurricular activity and got a certificate.

the spring sometimes with mud and rains, where we wore jackets and sweaters, walked the miles and sat a while upon the hill where a stone was stationed. overcast and windy, but, as it goes, change does the world well sometimes. then, warmth and the celebration of summer, its blooms and creatures and the clear blue sky, the petals just there and the feral ferns unwinding. see the verdancy of the woodlands whimsical, the paths and ways wondrous.

Autumn waits and then its own brand of beauty, hues red yellow-brown,- the treeline captures one’s eye there, calm, reminding somehow of all the autumns before. where is that sweater?-that jacket?- that book of poems or novel that used to be revisited in the fall months? what would Henry Miller say about?- he said he liked Jack Kerouac’s nature writing. he would have something to say about it, something positive, life affirming. the sagacity of seasons…everybody wants only the great sun and clarity,- but the cycles of time know what they are doing. winter,- cold and brooding, serious and often saturnine. bleak days, early dark, but sometimes the sun, the sparkles of snow upon branches near or wild. that is good, no?- the quiet meditative earth then, blanketed in nature’s newness and wisdom…

Broken 

We are broken from previous years

We are broken and weak

Do not come with gifts and close mind

We cannot believe words

Because was never said

We are broken

With several wounds

We try to fix ourselves

Love

Is a word

That nobody understands the same way

Love

Give

Protect

Understand

Respect

Heal

Rebirth

We are broken

Not ready to move

In this life 

Don’t play with Human hearts

Echoes of Peace

In lands once torn by hate and fire,

Where echoes of war still climb higher,

The cries of those who fell too soon,

Are whispered soft beneath the moon.

No victor stands on bloodied ground,

For in their hearts no peace is found.

The cost of war, so steep, so deep,

It leaves the world in endless weep.

Yet hope still rises with each dawn,

A plea for peace where war was drawn.

For every hand that lifts a gun,

Another seeks the warmth of sun.

Let not the swords be drawn again,

Let not the children feel the pain.

In unity, we stand, we vow,

To build a future starting now.

For peace is born where love remains,

And kindness soothes the deepest pains.

Let nations learn, let voices sing,

The world needs peace, not war’s cruel sting.

Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia. She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci’s statement “Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard” is circulating through the blood. That’s why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them. As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube. Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers. She is the recipient of many international awards. “Trees of Desire” is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems “Moon Circle”. She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists “Mountain Views” in Montenegro, and she also is a member of the Poetry club “Area Felix” in Serbia.