Twilight Fire Tonka bean ghosting your nose provokes interest Sparking flames of desire to escape the gloom Between my cold lips, secrets go to have a rest, Midnight is between my desires as I show interest. My visage is a puzzle, can you pass my test? As you try to touch the flame, your smile does bloom, Under the red moon, you catch me and can attest To the fact that I am worth the risk and your interest As we make our great escape away from the gloom. Vaping Away A Lifetime The youth of today Smoking their lungs into charcoal The dangers that lurk behind Brightly colored pens Pretending to be harmless, When they are filled with heavy Metals and other toxic substances Behind the apple scent There is cancer, organ damage, And medical debt Each puff is another day that you will never get back Each cough is another scar in your lungs Suffocating you with every inhale Vaping steals your future Because it destroys your health And without that You have no lifetime to live.
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Poetry from Jerry Langdon
Funeral of my Journal I have became fading paper Where my words once were. Might have said all I had to say So in reverse they are going away. Fading into the void, forlorn Waiting to be reborn. Time was never on my side Eating me away inside. I ignore the hourglass I know it will all pass. I am not ready for this funeral. Not ready to bury my journal. World of Desire From hollow shadows rise Scream to dark skies The night streets so empty Bleed like poetry Hear that distant plea Veins calling to me Wanton of eternity Lusting for captivity My eden, lost city of light Enter the night Where shadows fall Hear my call Where the fog does rise Where my black heart lies Crimson masquerade Feel sanguine dreams fade Black drapes hide so well Secrets my world shall not tell. Where candles burn endlessly Like hearts longing carelessly. Bleed like a vampire Enter the world of desire. 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.
Poetry from Annie Johnson
Dreams of Endless Summer Oh, sacred day, born on the breath of morning; Rising from the mist of wonder, dawning Over dusty roads of wayward spirits Dancing endlessly through the golden wheat; Waltzing past the green glades of childhood And the green caravan of trees marching Endlessly across the distant horizon. Bring to me the sounds of thunder; Raindrops dancing on the tin-roof of time; The sigh of thirsty flowers, dressed In rainbows arching across the sky. Oh, sacred day, born of beauty, ever My delight, knee-deep in the memory Of endless summer days fled forever On the sun-tanned legs of yesterday. The Night Waits for Me The night waits for me In the wanton glow of starlight. It waits for me to walk Beneath the moonbeams In the shallow wake of wonder On the trail of hopeful dreams. Chaste are the waves of yearning Washing over ripe innocence Locked inside the soul of love. Free the midnight shadows To walk the endless corridors Leading to the soul’s awareness Of its own delight and need. Awaken the glow of love To live in the midnight air Heavy as the dew-fall - Light as the scent of flowers Carried on the breath of Spring. Oh, how the night waits for me, Caressing the secret longings Only dreams can ever fill And patience ever taste. Each breathless sigh worships hand-holding darkness And the hearts sweet reverie. The stars gaze down at me; The moon kisses my bare feet; The night writes love poetry On the walls of my tender soul. The night waits for me - Dressed up in starry finery. OH LET IT BE FOREVER MORNING Oh, let it be forever morning Forever dawn with light just breaking Over some distant darkened hill - Forever silky leaves bathed in new-born gold And silver-throated Thrushes calling In dew-sparkled piety From swimming reverence high Atop the minaret of morning; Misty, flowing notes Calling the faithful To prayer. 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.
Poetry from Maja Milojkovic
IT DOESN'T PASS What is attached to the heart does not pass Like the seam of a mother's hands that sewed a charm for her son to go to war Like a rosebud stuck between blooming and dormancy. Nor the sadness of a loyal dog waiting for its owner at the entrance to the city cemetery gate. The hunger of a child looking at a bakery window does not go away Neither is the pain of separated lovers. All the waiting seems to last for centuries. Sadness, fear and suffering are magnified when the poor person is left empty-handed at the end of the day. And until the longing of the heart is not fulfilled, everything seems to be stuck in a vacuum and does not find a replacement if the goal of the heart is not fulfilled. Maja Milojković, born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia. She lived in Bor, Serbia, and Hillerod, Denmark. Laboratory technician, artist, reviewer. Internationally recognized poet who advocates peace in the world. Activist in the international organization "RRM3, RINASCIMENTO-RENESANSA Millennium III" Together for the Future of Europe - International Peace Organization. Director General: Mr. George Onsi from Egypt and Franca Colozzo from Italy. She regularly publishes her poems in these two leading newspapers Galaxy Poetic Atunis", Belgium "Synchronicity of chaos", California Her poems have been translated into many world languages and many poems are available on You Tube. She is a member of the International Association of Writers and Artists "Gorski Vidici" in Montenegro and a member of the Poetry Club "Area Felix" in Serbia.
Poetry from Elmaya Jabbarova
Music is the voice of the heart The sounds of music are balm to the heart, Who played it, To what religion, race, what nation, Searching, searching is a stranger! Most heart-poundingly penetrating, It is the sound of the call to prayer, the word of the Koran, Charming as an angel, Mother is a lullaby, Mother is a word! The sound of the spring, the thunder, Rustling leaves, raindrops, Howling wind, blizzard, Each is a note, oud! When a bird wants to fly for joy, Songs in his tongue like cranes, When you want to get into the heart of your loved one, Like waves in the roaring sea! Let the wishes be garlanded alone, May there be mercy and freedom in the world, Let a song be heard from everyone's tongue, May music be the crown of glory! 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.
Poetry from Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa
Life is but a dream Life is but a dream Sweet yet melting down ice cream Still be not discouraged, not a scream Swim bravely graceful bream. Life is but a dream Be that you are awake or asleep Emotions be shallow or deep Raise hopes beyond mountain steep Sweet yet melting down ice cream Life churning wild like milky cream Still be not discouraged, not a scream Smooth sailing be in sky so gleam Swim bravely as a graceful bream Over and under a flowing stream Life may be just a dream travelers to see Praise and thanks to God for the journey Tear in Darkness Pain is a burning fire hidden No water can douse it out Slowly creeping inside self Draining life with own life Snuffing out the light within Sought freedom with numbness Even coldness cannot stamp out Fear, doubt, anxiety, despair Every chain has a weak link Every lock has a way to pick open Every cage has an exit door Every cell in prison with a desire Even water has a boiling limit Vessels have an overflow line Frozen ice can burst any pack Smother a soul within its flesh Volcano burst out its lava No matter how deeply hidden But peace is not guaranteed Smoking poisons up the sky Nature sends its healing rain Healing all the hidden pains Angels see the tears in the dark Grieving moans heard above And a soul is saved by grace Tears of pain to tears of joy The Tower of Babel ceased to grow Builders dispersed to be free Just as trouble pours like rain So do comfort and blessings A life born can again be reborn Tainted yet spread to rewrite on A new journey without a map Familiar path to leave behind Nervous yet without any fear Faith from fire road walked on. 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.
Poetry from Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumnova
Sky in my Chest I will only sing to you, Hazan drew my heart. May my sad lines smile, Writing my heart because it was written. I look at you from my poems, My broken smile slipped from my lips. I look forward to the days I have seen I will find a way to every awake soul. Dead minds don't know me Anyway, he goes to his carelessness. They feel a sense of pride, Relying on malice and ignorance. The strangeness that makes them old, Self-indulgent malice. The rush of time makes me grow, Simple phrases that teach philosophy. Years do not spare Latif's face, One day my autumn will knock on the door. If I go, from right to left like my living eye, My living words will miss you! 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.