Let’s save our world

Our Lord, who created the world,

He gave us the world as gift,

Let’s rise by living and creating,

The world that only shines light on our lives.

The world is entrusted to us,

It is necessary to share in every pain,

Choosing the good and the bad,

It is necessary to give a correct assessment.

In everyone’s actions and work,

You must have justice and conscience,

Standing guard of the Motherland

You should be a general and a soldier.

However, as more and more scientists,

Innovations are fake and unknown,

Oppressors rule in every corner,

The black spot on his forehead is not removed.

Don’t burn the forests,

Smoke and fog are everywhere,

You feel lack of oxygen and it’s hard to breath,

Because of this, life expectancy is reduced.

Do not use low-quality gasoline,

Do not release carbon monoxide,

Many types of gases are poisonous,

You can’t count the toxins in the air.

An ecological crisis is at the door,

War in every country

They fired shells pollute the air,

Even if they pray every day, in repentance.

Toxins are very harmful to mother,

This also affects the baby,

If parents live a healthy life,

The world will be paradise for every child.

Let’s not see every sin in someone else,

Let’s look at ourselves and understand,

Let’s not weave a spider’s web in the air,

Let’s rebuke the sinner in time.

Let’s go together hand in hand,

Let’s have hope and faith in the future,

Let’s save the world together

Let’s call people to courage.

Elmaya Jabbarova – was born in Azerbaijan. She is a 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.

Blue Rain

Restless neighborhoods bathed in blue rain

A man puts chickens in a coop

The dog is barking loudly

The wife soothes the children before bed

I think about us

We live far away

It’s warm in the bosom

You are the spirit I embrace

I’m dying to give you a name.

Emina Đelilović-Kevrić (Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina) After studying the b/h/s (bosnian/croatian/serbian) language and literature at the Philoshopical Faculty in Zenica she got her master’s degree on the subject „Memory construction in the South Slavic interlinear community: typical models of the war camp experience in literature“. She is the author of the poetry collection „ This time without history“ and the short stories collection „ Erased lives“. Her collection of poems „ My son and I“ is awarded by the Publishing Foundation of Bosnia and Herzegovina in 2021. In 2022 she won the second place in the international literature competition „ Isnam Taljić“. She is the winner of the second award for the best short story of the regional literature competition „Zija Dizdarević“ 2022, and she won the first place on international literature competition „Nastavi priču“. 2023. she won a third place on international poetry competition „Ossi di Seppia“ Italy.

Upon My Journey

Let not my silent steps resonate

With the sounds that strikes make

Upon the huge cold metal bell

That mourns the loneliness of hell

Let not crisp paper bills abound

In red envelope with gold seal round

For the greed of thieves shall hound

My shell before it joins the ground

Let not the flickers of candlelight

Illuminate my farewell so bright

Lies and deceits hide my plight

Incantations that blind with fright

Upon my journey secretly depart

Shed no tears as my soul will start

Travel beyond, our path trails apart

Born alone, I leave you my heart.

Time is Irrelevant

To bloom after the sun has risen

To wither before the sun can set

A glory that never even have seen

The beauty of sunrise nor sunset

So little time for flower to have fame

Time is irrelevant, worth is the same.

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 herself as a voice for Truth in pursuit of Equality and proper Stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.

The Quilt of Clay

(Dedicated to my parents) 

Believe me, Earth

I have come here only to love you.

Sit down on the cooling mate of confidence. 

I fan you slowly for calm down.

Broken nose by the kick has the power of moving air.

Great soul beat is in the ribs.

Piercing thorn on legs can walk shedding blood.

Although  eyes acts blindly has a little eyesight.

There is no distaste in outspoken tongue. 

Earth, how much reassurance of competency

you need to love you!

Believe me earth, I have come here to love you only.

Illiterate wood craftsman who is irresistible lover from whom has taken the first lesson of love.

His beloved has taken knit stitch artistic flower of love with her generous skillful hands.

Earth, believe me or not

In my life lessons, have learned to love you.

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Aklima Ankhi, poet, storyteller and translator from Cox’sbazar, Bangladesh. Born in Mymensingh, Bangladesh. She has a published collection of poetry named “Guptokothar Shobdochabi” written in Bangla. She is a postgraduate in English Literature. As a profession, she is a Lecturer in English.           

Rainy Season

Rainy season is a season of rain.

It makes the nature green.

It is the season of freshness.

It comes after the summer’s hotness.

It is the second season of Bangladesh.

It fills up the nature with happiness.

In this season the animals,

Enjoy the water of rain drops.

When the rain drops fall on the trees,

They fill them with green.

The birds play in the water.

Then the happiness gathers.

Many types of fruits, ripe in this season.

Jack-fruit, mango, blackcurrant, pineapple etc.

Many types of flowers bloom their fragrance.

That makes more beautiful the season.

When the water drops fall on the road,

It makes bright in the sun.

Sometimes, the too much rainfalls

Clogs the way for people’s movement

In a day of rainy season,

I was sitting beside a window.

I saw that rain drops are falling.

And the children are playing.

Then I can’t stop at home.

I went out

And started playing with them.

Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Love, The World’s Shape

Love, the box possesses every heart

That switches on the light to walk

The way for laugh

Only can relieve the pain in heart

And for this healing prescription

You can find not a single doctor to sign with

The world is structured round with the shape of heart

Every object serves for each other

Cheers in the bubble

Not to be lost, glints on all the time

Love conquers mountain, ocean or the sky

Its sigh reaches so high, unimaginable

Felt in the eyes

By closing them, blooms the glory.

Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh

11 July, 2023

My Little Love Bird

You are my little love bird

Fly always in my heart

Sit by me on the couch

Talk and look at the face

Cuddling and fondling each other

We live in the same

And dream for the light

Keep us aloof from death

Always living in the love soul

You are my little love bird

Always fly in my heart.

Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh

12 July, 2023

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    Time Space  for  a
         thought of Place 

    for I am where my Heart 
would tend 
     & Your join in Truth
As Our Hearts thought Blend

    I would talk on Yesterdays 
  gone  by
for what happens then 
  just  moves  Me
 
 Then you're there 
     & We can acknowledge 
               A hint  of trials 

    to dissolve like Candy

  Too Sweet to just ignore. 

   I like what You've Done 
         with  it .

I've forgotten  the  path 
 & need only your Hand 
    from time  to  time 
Where Space  is  a
    thought  of  Place

for I Am  where my Heart 
   Would tend 
& your join in truth  as  Our
 Hearts thought Blend

            Friend. 

                                                      ...........




by  John Edward Culp 
        May 11, 2019