Poetry from Mark Young

Avianics

Slightly south. Woolwash

Lagoon. This is the black

swans’ waterspace. Their

movement full of grace,

calming, better than yoga

or deep breathing. & across

the water two raptors, prob-

ably black-tailed kites, para-

llel paths & then a sudden

plunge, swirling, turning &

turning in the gyre, a perfect

double helix courting ritual.

They near the ground. Any

smaller bird goes running.

Eventually, fly species

Children may resist the bug to experi-

ment at times & get adult authority

but their great rental yield is

inspirational & transformational

so I Entreaty for Your Collaboration

in Reception of a Help validating &

prioritizing old-growth forest remnants

& never went to the authorities.


My agonist aunt writes

To dampen the effect of sex

pheromones on the mixperson

when making a cake concoction

from backyard grasses & pain-

reducing medicines, it is often

efficacious to include infusions

of green tea with bee honey &

Citrus limonum to reduce any

antagonism &/or destructive

conflict arising in nearby gynes.

An / epic art / fraudster tells all

Here in the Tampa Bay area, the

big-eyed children — alluring,

at times unbelievable — deliver

a musical version of caveat emptor,

swinging easily into the melody

even though their grasp on the

words is a bit rough at times &

the wifi on the property isn’t al-

ways effective. Still, being able

to sit in a lawn chair & listen to

intermittent music is better than

adhering to the mitigation hier-

archy. Maybe reset the network.

Or, perhaps, calm down, lie flat.

other than illicit acts

A common phrase among

scientists & students is that

a cartel exists, induced by

climatic & anthropogenic

factors, & that could quite

easily cause changes to the

serotoninergic & immune

systems of linguistic search

engines. But more research

is needed — another common

phrase from the same cohort.

Short story from Nosirova Gavhar

Central Asian teen girl with long dark hair, brown eyes, and a light colored floral blouse. She's outside on a lawn with grass and trees.

A Cow

The sun, which has lost its summer power, barely shines, and it was not even warm. The coldness of the day moved to the heart of the old woman sitting in the corner of the yard. The heart of the old woman who lost her only child a few years ago was frozen, as if facing the ice. The old man, who could not keep silent about her condition, one day brought a white cow with red spots, which was very beautiful.

The old woman looked at the cow for a long time and approached it and started stroking it. As the days gave way to the months, the old woman loved the cow like her own child and did not stay away from her. The cow also gave white and delicious milk every day only for the old man and the old woman. The old woman was struggling with the cow, and the cow was listening to her.

Towards evening, dark clouds surrounded the gloomy sky. The sky was constantly roaring with grassy streaks. The old woman was upset and thought about her cow. After a sleepless night, she ran towards the corner of the yard. Except for her eyes, her face was white, her lips were trembling. There is no cow. The yard wall was broken, apparently the cow was stolen. The old woman was crying, and the old man ran to the street. No matter how hard he tried, he could not find the cow.

When he came home, the old woman was lying on the edge of the yard. The old man got scared and helped the old woman, the old woman was sobbing: «my child is in a bad condition», «he is not well». Hearing that the old woman was not well, the neighbor came out two days later to prepare a hearty, meaty meal. Then the old woman:

– Thank you so much. But I can’t have this food.

– Why?

– You said the other day that you and your children have not tasted salt for two days, that you are living in hunger, and that it is difficult to support a family without a husband. I do not want to eat their food. Give it to your children. I will be happy.

The neighbor, whose eyes were on the ground and her face was red, was sitting in silence, unable to open her mouth.

– «We have everything,» – she said without raising her head.

When the old woman said «Ok» and opened the food brought by the neighbor, her heart was pounding, and the tears in her eyes formed a stream on her face. In a trembling voice:

– «My child» – she said as she fell to the ground, seeing the meat of her cow, the death of her child, whom she lost a few years ago, was embodied before her eyes.

But this time she could not bear the separation…

Nosirova Gavhar was born on August 16, 2000 in the city of Shahrisabz, Kashkadarya region of Uzbekistan. Today, she is a third-year student of the Faculty of Philology of the Samarkand State University of Uzbekistan. Being a lover of literature, she is engaged in writing stories and poems. Her creative works have been published in Uzbek and English. In addition, she is a member of «All India Council for Development of Technical Skills», «Juntosporlasletras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korablznaniy» and «TalentyRossii» contests, holder of the international C1 level in the Russian language, Global Education ambassador of Wisdom University and global coordinator of the Iqra Foundation in Uzbekistan. «Magic pen holders» talented young group of Uzbekistan, «KayvaKishor», «Friendship of people», «Raven Cage», «The Daily Global Nation», Argentina;s «Multi Art-6», Kenya’s «Serenity: A compilation of art and literature by women» contains creative works in the magazine and anthology of poets and writers.

Essay from Shodiyeva Madina

-My mind and peace aren’t for sale. 

🔆

Sometimes, I miss my older self more than anyone and anything else. I want to go back to the times when I was a baby. Why do you think happiness is so cheap when you are around babies? You make funny faces and noises just to see them content. This is because babies allow you to feel complete, without any judgement about your appearance or reputation. Painful thing is we were all once babies and used to spread love just with our smile. 

🔆

I remember my first success: the highest score on an exam. After that, more people reached out to me to be friends. That felt great for someone like me who had not been exposed to such a big community. Whenever I detected that I was falling behind, I used to feel like a failure and useless even when I had many things to be grateful for.

My grades were my confidence marker. Why? Because I had already determined the extent of my happiness. My whole world was revolving around one particular tag as more people started to respect me. But I dismissed the point that they were close with me for not who I was but for what I had. I hate the way people needed me only when i was top of the class. I compromised the little girl who used to create and see happiness all around for the sake of approval and recognition. Unfortunately, we all lost our capacity to be happy for no reason. We have been manipulated into believing that worth is defined by money, decent work or prestigious university admissions.

We are rarely pleased with our life because we attached our happiness to goals. We are used to saving up happiness for successful moments. Also, this world isn’t driven by greed but by envy. If only you wished to be happy, this could be easily achieved. But we wish to be happier than others which is difficult, for which we believe others to have more than we do. It is so much easier now to look around and say: I may have more than I used to. But, relative to that person, I don’t feel like I’m doing that great. On you way of superiority and perfection, You start to treat differently to your boss, different to friends, different to parents. In all of this, the real you is lost. You might get to the point that nothing seems to bring joy to you.

You remind yourself that everyone has different stories and circumstances. The person who has more achievements than you may have started earlier. Or the person who won the lottery can cry in the bed at night for feeling depressed. See, no one is perfect out there. But, here you want to be like everyone who has something glittery and shiny. This is like nurturing false hope in your heart just to see them crushing every piece of you every day. Instead, your heart should be your compass that guides you on what you need and want. And your mind is capable of figuring out how. Don’t forget yourself in the noise of this world. 

🔆

If you spend your life chasing butterflies, they’ll fly away. But if you create a beautiful garden, butterflies will come themselves. Happiness is the capacity to which we allow ourselves to feel good. Happiness is in the things you can choose to feel, like love. You should either fell it in the moment or you miss it like a butterfly. We should accept and even embrace pains of life. The hardship you are gong through while studying, difficulty in waking up early for school or your first heartbreak. You might experience them again, but they wont give you that first exceptional feelings. You will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory. 

🔆

I know the self-discovery journey is lifelong. And I’m at the beginning. it has been a while since I started to do everything with self-awareness, curiosity and compassion. It feels like the whole world is trying to please me. For me, happiness can be as small as the smell of my morning tea, the rays of sunshine kissing my cheeks or the random flower I see on street. So, here is a kind reminder: Happiness is undefinable and you are beyond the titles of this world.

Poetry from Jackie Chou

The Sidewalk is My Friend

not the lobby

the dining room 

or even my balcony

overlooking the streets

but the sidewalk 

with its long stretch of concrete 

rows of agapanthus 

thrusting their heads toward the sun

the dappled shades of trees

that house the song sparrows

the occasional passersby 

the sound of traffic 

muffles the crowds

whose voices

have become my own

Losing You

I lose you

like a jacaranda tree shedding 

its purple trumpet flowers

In losing you, I lose myself 

parts of you 

that became parts of me

the laughter 

the gestures

the candlelight in the eyes

I lose you

though I have already lost you

a million times

in small daily fragments 

a memory here 

a photograph there

Soon my heart 

will be bereft of you

like debris 

and leaves

swept away by a breeze 

I lose you

like pieces of a mosaic 

falling one by one

until the last seashell 

hits the floor 

with a final clonk

She Calls Me Norma

This lady I know

thinks my name is Norma

which makes my dad a fan

of Marilyn instead of Jackie

If that were the case 

I would be clad in white

instead of the color the first lady 

wore to her fateful parade 

the ruffles of my skirt flaring 

while I spun around 

in front of an electric fan

If I wore pink

it would be fuchsia 

not pastel

a strapless satin dress

exposing my chest

with matching long gloves

It didn’t matter either way

so I never bothered 

to correct her

MotherMoon

The moon chaperones the night’s dance

of twinkling stars above and below 

Oh, mother goddess!

Whose velvet lapel

shall I rest my palm upon?

What suitor will chase away 

the clouds of wrath 

around your porcelain face?

May the grace of our waltz 

bring a smile

to your lunar highness!

14 Reasons Why

Today I am challenged to write

A poem about my purpose in life

I envision filling the pristine white

With strokes sharp as the marks of a knife

Not a single word tenants the page

The paper stares at me menacingly

At this wooden desk, I’ve come of age

Who wants to know about the plain old me?

As I sit here, pondering my own worth

Unable to notice any progress

I have already contributed to this earth

My struggle is part of the process

Feeling inadequate as a poet

This poem was written before I knew it

Jackie Chou is a writer from Southern California who has two collections of poetry, The Sorceress and Finding My Heart in Love and Loss, published by cyberwit.  Her poem “Formosa” was a finalist in the Stephen A DiBiase Poetry Prize. 

Poetry from Michael Robinson

GOD, THE WAY TO DIVINE LOVE

A Psalm-inspired prayer for God’s way to Love: “Show me Your way to love, O Lord, Teach me to love like You, with a heart that’s pure and true....”

My heart is true to you my Heavenly Father. I have witnessed pain in many ways in my heart. Without you, my heart refuses to continue in life. You have restored my love for you each morning.

Each day when the sun rises and the cardinals sing. I whisper to you my love and praise your Holy name. It is your grace above all else I received from You. You remind me that my life has not been empty, But rather full of joy, and, serenity, and grace. Your grace has released me of much suffering.

Many times I have knelt at the altar of lights. It is the warmth of Your divine goodness I found. I have seen the stars and the moon shining bright. It has been in the cool early morning I pray to You. Each
prayer there is mercy which fills my heart. Each breath and each heartbeat reminds me of Your divine nature in which all of creation breathes. My heart beats slowly, as I listen for Your whisper of love.

Poetry from Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa

Light skinned Filipina woman with reddish hair, a green and yellow necklace, and a floral pink and yellow and green blouse.
Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa

You and I are One

Am I prepared to cross over the threshold line?

Threshold line that will, somehow, humanity define

Humanity defined, as from heavenly God divine

From heavenly God, by a line drawn thinly fine

What is it that distinguished God from man?

Man designed from God’s image as human

Human, that for his sin, from heaven did ban

Ban. yet a salvation for us all, God did plan

If we were truly from God’s image formed

Formed, why now our souls became deformed?

Deformed, when pride in worldly egos stormed

Stormed, as arrogance in our hearts wormed

From a tiny single atom, we were all born

Born, yet our brothers and sisters, we scorn

Scorn and abused, until the cords were torn

Torn from promise of salvation we were sworn

Why must we, hatred and violence in others fan?

Fan the flames of greed and sufferings of man

Man, that is born alone and without a clan

A clan that divides, though You and I are One

Am I prepared to cross over the threshold line?

Threshold line that somehow, my humanity will define

Humanity defined, for my heavenly God divine

My heavenly God, who opened a door so fine

Dark Cloud

When stars are unseen

And nights are cold

Hearts may go frozen

Unheard phrases told

Winds howl loud, unruly

Silencing nature’s beauty

Old trees watch with pity

Drowned stalks of lily

Moon hidden behind dark cloud

No strength to protect her stars

Dawn creeps to end cruel wars

Sun rises, mighty and proud

Peace surrounds the mountain

Yet frogs, fish corpses ferment

What has earth at night gain?

Free compost, all decent

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.



Essay from Ziyoyeva Irodakhon

Responsibilities of the modern pedagogue in the formation of the third renaissance

 Ziyoyeva Irodakhon Umidjon's daughter
Student of Denov Institute of
 Entrepreneurship and Pedagogy
Iziyoyeva2@gmail.com 

 Abstract: In this article, the foundation of the Third Renaissance, which is an important strategic direction in the development of New Uzbekistan, and the main goals and tasks of modern pedagogues are highlighted.  In general, in the current situation, in order to educate the next generation of Third Renaissance shapers, it is important to first of all educate teachers who are ready for this.  After all, in order to give knowledge to a student, the teacher must first be knowledgeable.

 Key words: New Uzbekistan, Third Renaissance, foundation, pedagogue,

  In all eras, knowledge and enlightenment has enlightened the path of people like the light that broke the darkness.  In turn, knowledge was updated and polished in each period.  In today's era of digital technologies, the pace of development is fast, the boundaries of science are expanding at a high rate, and drinking water from the ocean of science in the era of the development of information media is very complicated and in some sense puts a huge responsibility on one's shoulders.  Today, the huge steps in the development of science of New Uzbekistan are connected with one sentence - "Third Renaissance".  

Today, this sentence is heard from all sides and takes over people's consciousness, but it is not just a word that remains unread after some pages are written.  Its meaning is a call, opportunity, strength. Because renaissance means awakening.  That is, to awaken the knowledge that has remained in the mind and consciousness for several centuries, to realize the enlightenment. 

If we remember the First and Second Renaissances, the First Renaissance took place in Central Asia in the IX-XII centuries. We can give an example of scholars who lived and created during this period.  For example: thinkers such as Muhammad Musa Khorezmi, Abu Nasr Farabi, Abu Rayhan Beruni, Abu Ali ibn Sina, Ahmed Farghaniyl Mahmud Koshgari, Yusuf Khos Hajib, great scholars such as Imam Bukhari, Imam Tirmidhi, within the scope of natural and concrete sciences, Islamic religion  shone like a star in the sky.  The foundation of the Second Renaissance is associated with the name of the great warlord and public figure Amir Temur.

During this period, Qazizada Rumi, Mirza Ulug'bek, Ali Kushchi, Lutfi, Sakkoki, Abdurahman Jami, Alisher Navoi, Sharafiddin Ali Yazdi and other scholars, poets and poets spread the fame of this country to the world. Renaissance is awakening, knowledge and enlightenment.  is to seek and conquer new goals.  If the renaissance is related to this knowledge, then for its development, first of all, it is necessary to develop school education and to fundamentally reform it.  

In particular, the importance of language is important for the acquisition of the latest modern knowledge and the introduction of technologies into the production of foreign languages.  During both Renaissance periods, scientists and philosophers, first of all, attached special importance to education, intelligence, spirituality and enlightenment of young people.  

Because the youth has always been the future of the country.  In the works of all scholars, one can find ideas about the need to bring up the future generation as a perfect human being by combining education with upbringing.  For example, Abu Ali ibn Sina wrote about the harmony of knowledge and manners, perfection and happiness of a perfect generation, justice and piety, mutual friendship and cooperation of people, prosperous life in his works.  

The task of the pedagogue in all times was to educate children, to inform them of the main innovations of religious and worldly knowledge.  In order to build the foundation of the third renaissance, it is necessary first of all to cleanse the minds of young people from foreign ideas, raise their worldview, educate them in the spirit of patriotism, and most importantly, inspire them to conquer modern science.  Undoubtedly, it is important that this huge responsibility becomes the main goal and task of today's pedagogues.  For this, several requirements are placed on the personality of the pedagogue.

Being able to inspire.  Any teacher can educate but cannot inspire.  First of all, the teacher should be able to inspire students.  The youth of today's modern age live in the midst of a huge flow of information and it is not enough to give them knowledge.  And inspiration encourages students not only to learn, but also to create, and most importantly, they believe that they can apply the knowledge they are getting in practice.

Creativity.  Creation corresponds to creativity.  Among the professions, creativity is considered important for teaching.  The lesson process should be organized in such a way that the student should completely forget about other distractions and be interested only in the lesson.  Benjamin Franklin has an important idea: "Tell me and I will forget, teach me and I will remember, attract me and I will learn."  So engagement is very important.

 Work on yourself.  Every lesson should be prepared and conducted as if it were the first time.  It is necessary for him to work on himself and also to be aware of the news and achievements of his field in recent years.  After all, it is necessary to use historical sources and, at the same time, gather modern knowledge in his lesson.  There is a wonderful Japanese saying: "Teaching is learning."  Therefore, while teaching children, it is better for the teacher to learn and polish his knowledge and experience. 

And in order to build the foundation of the Third Renaissance, every pedagogue has his own task and contribution, because we can build this foundation with an educated and qualified young generation, who has a feeling of love for the Motherland in their hearts, and only educated parents and qualified pedagogues can educate this generation.

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