Shall We Try Again?

The ache in my heart, I’m sure, is more painful

than yours since we have been apart.

Though I try to ignore the torture and emotion,

my heart is in pain so much of the time.

My face is wet from the tears I cry silently.

I have always prided myself for being so strong.

Crying is foreign to me because I refuse to be weak,

but you, for some reason can bring me to my knees.

And yes, I do try to hide it, but not very well.

Now that my smile is small, it hides nothing.

Everyone can tell that deep down I am drowning

along with you, and there is no glory in that.

No, love can’t be the same, but maybe it can be made stronger..

So, I put down my pride and say with all that is in me

as I stand before you with no shame and tell you,

“I am still in love with you!”. And in my vulnerable state say,

“I don’t want to hide anymore behind this fake smile.”

“Forgive my pride and stubbornness, but my heart has suffered

much in life and it is hard to show vulnerability.”

Before I turn and walk away, I will ask you once only and then no more…

“Shall we try again?”

Hope Restored

When we met, you were in a painful state

Someone before me had stolen the joy within you

You thought she was “the one”

But she crushed you, instead

You lost everything, including yourself

She never cherished your being

In your darkest hour, she left you

I found you broken; with a sobbing and painful soul

You were in need of a pure love

It took a long time for you to let down your walls

You began to trust me, then you smiled at me one day

I never pushed you or demanded anything from you

Our friendship grew and you became my best friend

I saw joy in your life again

I rejoiced with every smile

From friendship grew love..

A pure love that expects nothing in return but a smile;

The unconditional love and respect that you deserved

All I ever wanted was to see hope restored in your life

But I ended up with far more.

Autumn With You

Autumn has always been my favorite time of year

It’s relaxing sitting in the sun along with you, Dear

The days are now more quiet like a silent bereaving

The end of a scorching Summer is readily leaving

Taking walks hand in hand, watching our neighbors raking

as the aroma of cinnamon bring memories of baking

I welcome the deep colors that amaze my eyes

as we sit on our porch and take in the trees and blue skies

Limbs slightly blow in the breeze as a few leaves fare

creating a sense of peace within me like a whispering prayer

The sky is so clear, bright stars I can see

I lean back against you with your arms around me

As we watch another sunset from our porch swing tonight

I am thankful being with you in the Autumn Moonlight.

Biography

Kristy Ann Raines, born April 9, born in California, in the United States, is a poet/writer/author, who is very versatile in her writing and internationally acclaimed.

From fantasy and love, to serious subjects such as, domestic violence, and human rights. Her passion is writing children’s books, short stories and romantic poetry. Kristy has earned many awards and has five book that she is working on. One will be published soon.

Let Me Say


-Everything has an age. Every flower is in time. Love also has an age. You are not enough aged to do that.
-Everything may have fixed time but love does not demand age.Even it does not depend on place and person.
-What do you want to say.
-It is simple. I think very simple. You are enough aged to understand me.
-Don't talk like a philosopher. Shoot the wee! How bright again?
-Don't talk in this way. You should not underestimate me. Size don't matter.
-ha ha. Size don't matter but chopping wood.
Cathy is laughing loudly. She looks at Cotty carefully and says with pleasant harmonic sound
- Want to be Jerry. Every one is not Jerry.
Not everyone can be Jerry. It is good to be smart but not so good to be over smart.
-Size don't matter but producing love.
-Ha ha ha....... You are a love machine. What is the name of your love industry?
Cathy is laughing again. The symbol of mystery  plays in  of her fresh eyes. Her  eyes of twenty years are deep and clear. Her smiles sometimes tells the hidden stories of heart.
Cotty suddenly tells
-Sorry.
-Why?
- I don't know. Oh, yes l don't want to be Jerry.
I want to be your partner.
-Partner? What are you saying? Are you in good condition? I think you are out of control.
Control yourself  and speak properly. Little creature!
-Why do you treat me in this way? l am not so that you think. I am more than me.
-Is it, isn’t it? You are junior to me.
-So what?
- Strange! Of course this is a fact.
-I love you and this is true. Love does not depend on age.
-But l do not love you.
-That is your own business. I love you and love you. No one can stop it. Even you. The water of rivers flows on and will flow forever.Wind blows and will blow.
- You must stop.
-Never. If love starts it never stops. Love has only beginning but no end.
-You are talking like an experienced guy
-Everything does not have experience. From where and from whom did Adam, the first man, our ancestor, get experience? He is the first but not inexperienced in the world. Still now we are are learning from him  and becoming experienced. 
-Really you are a torch bearer of love. I could not read you properly.
-I do not want to express myself in this way. Please do not say in this way. Try to understand me.
-Cotty, you are so small and my love is so vast.
- You are right. The sea is so vast and the boat is so small. But the small boat can float easily on the vast sea. I want to be a boat for your sea.I wish I were a boat for your sea.

Two birds come and sit beside them. Cotty looks them with love and Cathy looks at Cotty. Both of them are wordless. They are in deep freeze.
The birds are exceptionally beautiful. They are more attractive than time. But everything is transitory to Cathy. She only finds the definition of love in the eyes of Cotty. Cathy wants to break the iceberg. She becomes close to Cotty. She wants to say something to Cotty but can't. There is someone whom she does not see,  lives in her inner world, pretends her to say. She conquers something and says
-I
Cotty stops Cathy's lips and says
-Let me say
- What?
-That you want to say.
-Actually I... I....
-What?
-I.....
-Let me say.
Both of them say but only the gentle breeze hears them. The birds starts to sing song of love.



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Two Immortal Souls in a Grave

-Who are you?
-I am a boy of unlucky seven.
-Unlucky !  Unlucky seven! Why are you unlucky?  l don’t understand.
-Unlucky is unlucky. l am a unlucky guy.
-Tell me at first your name.
- I am Justin. My friends call me Just.
Oh! What are you doing here.
-I have come here to talk to my father. Everyday l come here to talk to my father.
- Strange! Where is your father? I can not see anybody around us.
- How can you see him? He is not with you or none in this world.
-Where is he? How can you talk to him?
-He is in this grave. This is my father's grave. This is my father's grave. I lost him one year ago.
Justin starts weeping. Tears come from his eyes. He sees everything from his heart.
Collins says with strange voice
-This is your father's grave? Oh no.
-Is there Anything wrong?
-No, no.
-I think you are hiding something from me.
- l lost my father in my childhood.
-So you are same to me. Your father is dead and my father is dead. We are alive but we are in death. Everytime we are dying.
-What are you saying?
-Yes. death touches us every moment. Life is transitory but death is permanent. It is absolutely true. We are walking towards death. Grave is waiting for us.
-I am surprised  to hear your words. You are so accurate. But a little boy like you how can express all these things.
- I am not so little as you think. All people were born at a time. But the time is different of coming this world. So souls are not junior or Senior.  Only the bodies are junior or senior.
-Who have told you?
-My mother, my world.
-Do you believe your mother.
- I respect my mother and I believe my mother.
She is my everything.
-Where does your mother live?

Justin very simply says
- I live with my mother. We live in a hut. The hut is one kilometer from here. I come here everyday on foot because I have not enough money. I am a student but l have to work to live. My mother forbids me to do work but l do work to support her. I do not want to depend fully on him.
-What does your mother do?
-She is self reliant. She makes different kinds of pizza and sells to the customers. If l earn sufficient I will not let her do anything.
-Your mother is lucky and you are also lucky.
-Why do you think so?
-My mother is unlucky and l am also unlucky.
-Why?
- My mother is alive and she does not keep me with her. She lives in nursing home.
I earn huge and l have enough money but she does not take any help from me.
-What is the reason?
-This is my misfortune. Once she asked me money but I Didn't give her.
-Why didn’t you give her money?
-I don’t know,  I don’t know the real cause.
Collin starts to cry like a child.
-l think you did a great mistake. Go to your mother and ask her to forgive you.
-I have lost the real track.
-Why have you come here?
- I have come here to talk to my father.
-Which one is your father's grave.
Collin shows the grave of Justin and says
- This is my father's grave.
-Are you mad?  This is my father's grave. You are wrong. Every  day I come here to pray for him and l have never seen you here before.
- From now I have lost everything. 
- You have lost nothing because your mother is alive. Go to her and do your duty. Don’t lament for your father.

Tears of Collin's eyes  are falling down on the grasses  of his father's grave. The grasses are shouting but who knows what they are saying.
Collin starts to walk through a new way but he   follows his footprints of his past. Suddenly he hears the voice of his father
- Collin, do not forget me.
Collin looks back but he doesn't see neither his father nor Justin.

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Come Back to Love

Slavery is not love
Love is not shaped in slavery
It is unconditional tree's flowers
That grow and bloom to spread beauty
In two inconvenient considerable hearts.
Nothing is alternative to produce love
Sacrifice  is the beauty of love
That removes the anxieties of slavery
Brutal force cannot conquer strange islands
It is love that absorbs waves of the sea of pain
Everything can be separated but it can't be
It can't be broken up for colonizers
Wear the clothes of hope and possibility
Fight against dark and hunted nights

Share love like an endless fountain
Whoever we are and wherever we live
Love's dream is to be individually freedom and collectively independent
Cut off doubt and disbelief
Come back to love.

Yayha Azeroglu

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.

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.

I left this film feeling good about the world.

When The Seasons Change

When the leaves turn

And the world starts to burn

Vibrant colors of joy return

When the seasons change.

When the air cools

And our sadness pools

We whine like fools

When the seasons change.

Everyday is a miracle

And we can enjoy the spectacle

It is so magical

When the seasons change.

We can turn over a new leaf

We only have to hold our belief

And it can be such relief

When the seasons change.

With the first snow

Everything seems to slow

This too will go

When the seasons change.

When the love birds sing

And the world thaws to spring

We made it through everything

When the seasons change.

In The Early Morning Rain

Got the word today

My buddy passed away

Got the word today

In the early morning rain.

With poppies in the hand

Tears drench the sand

Another life for this land

In the early morning rain.

It feels hell is so near

I could die right here

I just can’t see clear

In the early morning rain.

The poppies grow now

I feel so alone now

The poppies grow now

In the early morning rain.

We were brothers to the end

Our friendship will never bend

Know, we will fight to the end

In the early morning rain.

Now my head hangs low

With the sorrow I show

Hard to let you go

In the early morning rain.

With poppies in my hand

In the early morning rain

Tears drench the land

In the early morning rain.

I raise my glass to you

You helped me get through

I raise my glass to you

In the early morning rain.

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.

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.

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.