Throne By Christopher Bernard “Queen Elizabeth II: Britain’s longest reigning monarch dies aged 96” “World on brink of five ‘disastrous’ climate tipping points, study finds” —Two headlines from September 8, 2022 The rock you rolled to the top of the tender hill, The ship you winged into the regal bay, The sun you alchemied in a whispering still, The heel you drove into stone as into clay, The moon in your thimble, meteor in your dream, School round your dubious, bloody history Curling toward the sun, a scruffy team; A knight in darkness fighting faithfully The dragon wrapped inside his thrusting mind Alarmed, frightened, cunning, clever, strong. Out of nothing designed and yet designed To trap a cosmos in a wind of wrong On a day when fire eats his meat and bread, His future closes like a fist, and a queen is dead. _____ Christopher Bernard’s collection of poems, The Socialist’s Garden of Verses, won a PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award for Literary Excellence and was named one of the “Top Indie Books of 2021” by Kirkus Reviews.
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Poetry from David Topper
Seascape with Gulls: My Father’s Last Painting An Ekphrasis by David R. Topper Look, they are not your usual strokes. Not the stringent way you controlled your brush all those years from Art School to an evening hobby to this Seascape that water these waves those gulls. A lifetime drawing & sketching mostly painting, mainly oils with details, details, details – your forte. You liked it when someone said “Oh, it looks so real, like a photograph.” But, of course, you worked from magazines National Geographic, Life, calendars, too. Look again, they are your strokes. Someone said “Looks like a watercolor.” Look closer, the opaque white with traces of a brush’s bristles in oil paint with extra linseed oil in very thin layers. The same way you made your sandwiches thinly spreading the peanut butter & jelly. A vestige of growing up during The Depression, part of being frugal. No, not frugal, cheap … or tightfisted, as they said then. Look, really, they are not your strokes. Too broad, too loose, too vague too imprecise, too open, too unfinished too expressive for your temper – not your usual rigidity. Aah, the onset of dementia, after those other strokes released & relaxed your brain’s severe part, loosening the grip on your hand, bringing this Seascape into being. And, at the same time, as dementia shut down another part of your brain, all desire to paint vanished, leaving Seascape with Gulls – your first and last unfettered work – as the very best artistic expression in your life.
Poetry from Maid Corbic
PRAGUE, CENTER OF THE WORLD I was happy in Prague. Because I drank the best spirits Meet a historical fact Yes, Prague is a country of existence Where people are very happy I was a tourist one day. But I felt like it every day. I am their resident. Because they are really good people. Historical battles are shown Where people with swords fought For the history of his country In all this, it is as if I find myself Because the meaning of life is my existence. Love was born in that wonderful time. When no one cared, it wasn't Prague is the centre of the world for me. Because I feel free in it. The reason for life is now more persistent Because the Czech Republic is the land of peace and happiness COLD WEATHERS Winter has come In a white coat There's a man standing That was me. And I looked around Austria is a country of cold Rich in Mozart balls Eight euros and much more I was amazed by the garden At Schoburn Castle And everything is as if they are in a dream. More than ever especially Because I'm so happy Why I meet people at night Culture and Art I appreciate everything about them Because they are people Similar menu Cold but beautiful Because the meaning of life is To look forward to a new day Coming to me Austria is my dream To experience it again Because love is very clear When I have what I want!
Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 22 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry that is repeatedly praised as well as rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world in Bhutan.
Poetry from Faroq Faisal
Proverbs and Poetry from Faroq Faisal 1. Dying with disgust is very painful 2. Every day I look at myself in the mirror - I see how much is left for the end of humanity. Tears of Inside The body of my love inside the teardrops accumulated in the corners of the eyes. Decayed body - leaves fall in the fall. Pandemic and decrepitude are the bewilderment of creation, the moth's body is fragrant night. That night is not the deep wound of the moon's belly, but the glory of the sun. It's just the wee worm's deep kiss inside the point, the wound inside the wound - the eternal sky beyond. Velvety body killer youthful Madhavi (a flower name) Madhavi's tears are not the point - the tears inside the point.
Poetry from Tanvir Islam
Poetry from Tanvir Islam Birds of Peace How Beautiful the birds of the air! See their awesome wonderful flair. So quiet it would be Without sound Watching them as they fly all around. Sweet harmony do they make A lonesome world this would be, For no birds making flight These wonderful creatures I see. Beautiful birds of nature wonderful sounds to my ear touching me with wonder, so gentle with serenity and so dear. Name. Md. Tanvir Islam Grade/Class: 8 Roll No. 44
Story from Md. Nurujjamman
Crime Investigation One morning I went out for a walk. That day was Wednesday. I was walking past a pond. Then I heard the voices of two men at the edge of the pond. They were arguing about something. I felt very suspicious, so I approached them. Since there were no houses in the empty street in the morning, that I was suspicious. There I saw two men saying to each other, "You have done the deed. Let there be no blame on me." I didn't understand what job they were talking about, I was not very comfortable with their words. They were saying the same thing over and over again, so I didn't understand what the point was. At one point one of them said, "Then why should the dead Zia be brought up from the grave?" I was not very comfortable with their words. Then the other person said, "I would have raised Zia from the grave if he could speak!" I felt that there was some mystery in their words. They then got up from there and started walking towards Fursedpur. I started walking behind them. They both sat in a tea shop and had tea and left in an auto. After they left, I asked the tea shopkeeper about them. The tea shopkeeper said, "These two are not good people. They will do anything with betel nuts!" Only the two of them kept going around in my mind. I got the home address of both of them from the tea shopkeeper and next day I went to their village and started tracking them. They both went out of their house towards Mirzapur. I followed them. There is a closed and old bungalow in Mirzapur. There two of them went in and the third started talking to another man. The third person gave them both a lot of money. I found it suspicious so, I took a picture of them on my mobile for proof. After they came out of the bungalow, I went inside the bungalow and saw many weapons there. It was their secret place. I took those pictures on my mobile phone. My mind seemed to have defeated fear. I had no fear. I made up my mind to reveal this mystery. The next day I started looking for the dead person named Zia. I asked my friends from two or three neighboring villages, "Do you know someone named Zia, who died a few days ago?" Then one of my friends told me, "Yes, a rich man named Zia in our village died about six or seven days ago." I then asked my friend, "Do you know where and how the man died?" Then my friend said, "Yes, I know. Someone killed him when he was coming home from the market." I asked him again, "Didn't his family inform the police?" He said, "Why not! The police are investigating the case." My friend then said to me, "What are you going to do knowing this?" I told him without realizing anything, "A neighbor next to our house was crying a few days ago, that her brother Zia had passed away. So I inquired. Then my friend said, "Okay." After listening to him, I understood that the three of them had some kind of secret knowledge of this incident. I went to the police and inquired about the case. A police officer told me about that case. I then said, "I can help you with this case." I explained everything. I showed my mobile photos as proof. The police then visited the spot and arrested them. Police and court gave them due punishment. After this incident the police made a report about me in a huge crowd and there were many newspapers, television reporters and many spectators. I was lucky enough to speak in front of them. I said there, how I investigated this case. Then the police and higher officials gave me a certificate and awarded me. I was very happy. I never thought I could do something like this. I was very proud. Our whole family was proud. I thanked my friend who helped me in this matter. It was so much fun and I never thought I would be doing such a big investigation without my knowledge.
Story from Syed Tabin Ahbab
It's 3050. I am Dr. Roman Tanson. I am a scientist and robotics specialist. Now people don’t have to go out without their special helpers. Robots help people. So, they rule the world. They have artificial intelligence. Many countries are conducting weapons tests on the earth using destructive robots. As a result, robots have evolved strangely. They are destroying their control system and they’re running wild and destroying humans. There are even dangerous soldier robots such as AFT-3, AfTO-550, and ASJ-65. The most dangerous robots are the SCI-FIBOT-5550. Many countries have studied about them and found that they cannot tolerate oxygen. Now only a super hero can save the world. He is my brother, Misal Stark Saad. Everybody calls him "Legend of the Tree" because he has a lot of power and knowledge about trees. Everybody told him to save the world. He told me to make some blasting robots. I made AJ52, the blasting robots. Saad went out in his mission with the blasting robots AJ52. Stark Saad slowly destroyed all robots. But the terrible SCI-FIBOT-5550 robots remained. He fought a dangerous war with them. This time he used his most dangerous power, the tree of unlimited oxygen. In this way my brother Misal Stark Saad saved his favorite earth.