I Wished for You upon a Star
I feel like a blooming flower in the rain
when you kiss me tenderly in the morning
Your hand is as gentle as silk touching my skin
and your whispers are like a prayerful song
When I am near you, I sigh like a schoolgirl
I never tire of you holding my hand or
smiling at me when I glance your way
Your heart beats as fast as mine
when you hold me in your arms
Everyday we live another chapter
in the book that our lives have written
And from the beginning of it till the end
It will always be an epic best seller.
You were my first and will be my last,
because life brings only one true love...
And the star that I wished upon brought you to me... ❤
It May Only Come Once
When love happens, you can't stop it
Sometimes it just appears without you realizing it
You look at each other one day
and you find that you feel better when they are around
Suddenly, life feels a lot brighter and happier
You become aware you are smiling again and laughing
You want to send all your time together
and with every glance there is a warmth inside your heart
You realize that you never want to be without them.
You never tire being around each other
and every morning starts out with a smile.
You trust each other without thought of wrong doing
and never question their loyalty
So, if you are lucky enough to find that kind of love,
hold on with both hands and never let it go
It may only come once...
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I Feel You...
Whenever you think of me, I feel you
You'll always find yourself in me, good or bad
We are empaths that feel each other's emotions
When I feel sad, you share my sadness
We both fear loneliness, and it is comforting
that you are here with me when I am afraid
You pass my house in the heart of your heart
And I see you out of the window of my soul
You always meet me right where I am emotionally
Nothing can prevent our unions and meetings
because it is impossible to separate or stop them
In slumber, you create my dreams of you.
And I always know I will wake with your smile.
Kristy Raines was born in Oakland, California, USA.
She is an internationally known poet, writer, author and advocate. She has five books getting ready to publish soon, one with a prominent poet from India which will launch hopefully soon called, "I Cross my Heart from East to West", two fantasy books of her own called, "Rings, Things and Butterfly Wings" and "Princess and The Lion", an anthology of poems in English, "The Passion Within Me" and her autobiography called " My Very Anomalous Life".
Kristy has received many literary awards for her unique style of writing and is a part time freelance journalist.
The Bay of Thoughts in The Isle of Horses
Turquoise is a deep grassland where seahorses abound.
The sun is reflected while riding the waves
created by ships anchored in the bay.
Not everything is a painted tapestry
From hands full of color.
Peace is a blessing that flocks on earth dream about.
If in the turquoise you are close to God
Pray that at least the sky turns turquoise,
For them who have not known
Serenity and salvation in life.
Marine paths to the Bay of Ieranto (where Ulysses met the sirens)
The path of the parchment with lines just written,
Still wet with ink and words of different languages,
Written with our bare hands, nameless, when the whole
He is torn to pieces by forgotten things
Or strangers, you don't feel at first,
Unspoken words in this stolen time,
In and out of all that has been given,
Where something like a primordial light
Frenzy excites thought in lost sleep.
We write about the sin of living a mission,
A ritual born from the seed of an apple,
Under the lights of a deep-water jellyfish,
Where corals are born like poppies
From the repeated waves of silence,
Upsetting the atmosphere created
From a twilight to the end of June,
Like an ephemeral one night invitation
Where the shadows cannot touch the dawn
Through the imponderable capillaries,
Like a swarm of thrashing butterflies
Deep in a season.
BIOGRAPHY
Lidia Popa was born in Romania in the locality of Piatra Șoimului, in the county of Neamț, on 16th April, 1964. She finished her studies in Piatra Neamț, Romania with a high school diploma and other administrative courses, where she worked until she decided to emigrate to Italy.
She has been living for 23 years and worked in Rome as part of the wave of intellectual emigrants since the fall of the Berlin Wall.
She wrote your first poem at her age of seven. She is a poet, essayist, storyteller, recognized in Italy and in other countries for her literary activities. She collaborates with cultural associations, literary cenacles, literary magazines and paper and online publications of Romanian, Italian and international literature. She writes in Romanian, Italian and also in other languages as an exercise in knowledge.
BOOKS
She has published her poems in six books:
in Italy:
1. " Point different ( to be ) " - ed. Italian
2." In the den of my thoughts ( Dacia ) " - ed. bilingual Romanian/ Italian Aletti Editore 2016,
3.“ Sky amphora " - ed. bilingual Romanian/ Italian Edizioni Divinafollia 2017, in Romania:
4. " The soul of words" ed. bilingual Romanian/ Albanian Amanda Edit Verlag 2021,
5." Syntagms with longing for clover " ed. Romanian, Editura Minela 2021.
6." The Voice interior " Lidia Popa and Baki Ymeri ed. bilingual Romanian/Italian, Amanda Edit Verlag 2022.
Her poems have been featured in more than 50 literary anthologies and literary magazines on line from 2014 to 2023 in Italy, Romania, Spain, Canada, Serbia, Bangladesh, United Kingdom, Liban, USA, etc.
Her poems are translated into Italian, French, English, Spanish, Arabic, German, Bangladesh, Portuguese, Serbian, Urdu, Dari, Tamil, etc.
Her writings are published regularly in some magazines in Romania, Italy and abroad.
She is a promoter of Romanian, Italian and international literature, and is part of the juries of literary competitions.
She translates from classical or contemporary authors who strike for the refinement and quality of their verses in the languages: Italian, Romanian, English, Spanish, French, German, stating that "it is just a writing exercise to learn and evolve as a person with love for humanity, for art, poetry and literature ".
SHE IS
*Member of the Italian Federation of Writers (FUIS)
*Honorary member of the International Literary Society Casa Poetica Magia y Plumas Republic of Colombia,
*Member of Hispanomundial Union of Writers (Union Hispanomundial de Escritores) (UHE) and Thousands Minds For Mexico (MMMEX)
*President UHE and MMMEX Romania, August 21, 2021
*She had come power of attorney Vice-president UHE Romania, Mars18, 2021- August 21, 2021
*President UHE and MMMEX Romania, August 21, 2021
*Counselor from Italy for Suryodaya Literary Foundation Odisha India,
*Director from Italy for Alìanza Cultural Universal (ACU) Argentina
*Member Motivational Strips Oman,a member of numerous other literary groups at the level internationally,
*Director of Poetry and Literature World Vision Board of Directors (PLWV) Bangladesh
*Membership of ANGEENA INTERNATIONAL NON PROFIT ORGANISATION of Canada
International Peace Ambassador of The Daily Global Nation International Independent Newspaper from Dhaka Bangladesh - 2023
*Founder literary group Lido dell'anima with LIDO DELL'ANIMA AWARDS
*Founder LIDO DELL'ANIMA Italian magazine
*Founder SILVAE VERBORUM INTERNATIONAL multilingual magazine
*Founder of the literary hashtag #homelesspoetry
etc.
Every morning at the table, The bread that my mother covered is only milk. My father opens his hands to pray, Get out of out of our house.
My brother and I hurry to school, My father rides to the office. When watching us, my mother says, May you all return safely.
Elite roads lead us to different destinations, In the dream, the wheel spins in different ways. My heard falls in love with my house, Study and work when finished.
My sister and I will set the table, When he cooks, he brings bread. I look forward to the rest, Even as expected dear guest.
Gathered at the table again, Let’s share the joyful concern. victory over sorrows, The heard is filled with joy and forgets sorrow.
Shahlo Abduhamidova Ergash gril is an 11th grade student of school 54 and a member of “Qaqnus” club of Barkamol Avlod children’s school.
Sulayman Bakirgani Sulayman Bakirgani (Hakim ata) – (? Bakirgan village, Khazorasp district, Khorezm region – 1186) – a great representative of Sufism, a poet.
Follower of Ahmed Yassavi sect. Information about his life is mixed with different narratives. Popularly known as “Hakim Ota”. He was a murid (disciple) of Yassavi, and gained the attention of his elder with his talent and poetic talent. Boqirgani deepened the rules of his teacher’s sect and brought it to the masses. He created in a simple, fluent style.
In 1991, I finished reading the 1st book of the book “Hakim Ota Kitobi” published by Nasaf publishing house.
The book consists of 11 chapters, i.e. narratives, in which there are several narrations of the sheikh from his childhood to his death.
In particular, I found out what kind of students Ahmed Yassavi became, why they were called Bakyrgani, and how they got the name Hakim Ota.
Each story is very instructive and conclusive.
The main content of the book is the idea of the foundation of the Yassawiya sect: “A sect without Sharia, enlightenment without sect, no truth without enlightenment.”
The blessings shown to the sheikhs in some places showed that they had reached maturity.
Along with Baqirghani, there is also information about his sons Mahmud, Askar, Hubbi sheikhs and valamats such as Jalaluddin, Zangi father, Said father.
Also, the places related to Anbar, the wife of Sulayman Bakirghani, can be an example for our women today.
An Outcast In My Own Life
A white peach, a slice of green melon,
and a peeled mango!
They all have a delicate pleasantness,
but the taste of you
lingers.
That taste has sweetened
the bitterness
around my heart.
I cherish those moments
when you are near.
The shadows
of apathy and uncertainty
disappear
and though
I feel vulnerable
I love
the flavor.
I once
devoured the night
and its consequences
now I lay next to you,
welcoming the morning light.
You dissolved that feeling
I’d be forever lost.
I am no longer
an outcast in my life.
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life as a cynical soul
when you
see a young
child smile
you wonder
how long
until that
smile goes
away
as the world
will surely
fuck him
over
or at least
you hope
you weren't
the only one
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constant hate
only a child
can believe
love can
sprout from
constant hate
with experience
that child will
learn any love
that comes from
hate is not the
kind of love
you can build
any fucking
thing with
no matter how
many times you
lie to yourself
it never works
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a little wooden cross
my mother
has a little
wooden cross
that has
24 7 365
on the back
of it
i believe i
know what
those numbers
imply
but the older i
get the more it
seems those
numbers are
actually how
long you are
up on that
cross
your sentence
handed down
by a faceless
judge and not
a jury of your
peers
i laugh
knowing damn
well that my
peers would
have suggested
the firing squad
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a country song
i used to lick tears off your face
tell you old stories about
rainbows and machine guns
promised you all the good parts
of my heart and my endless love
i remember the day you told me
to fuck off and left with my best
friend
i drank myself to sleep that night
laughing that my fucking life
was now a country song
a few years later the spanish
princess invited me over to
watch some hockey
we traded horror stories about
old flames and harrowing times
she tried her best to save my soul
that night
i snuck her panties out with me
with a little luck
that woman will want to spend
the rest of her life with me
and whatever little i have left
as well
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all of his failures
my father went
to vietnam to die
that was a few years
before i was born
i never knew about that
until i was eight years old
i was sadly well aware
of all of his failures
by then
i was around 13 when he
tried to choke me to death
i was 17 when he told the
sheriff i was driving when
he got into a car accident
i mention all these things
as a reminder why i refuse
to have any children of
my own
the last thing this world needs
is that dna to keep living on
when i die it goes with me
as someone who understands
the cycles of abuse and god
knows what else
this is the most responsible
decision i can make
other than i should have
taken him out when i had
the chance
imagine those poems
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, The Asylum Floor, The Rye Whiskey Review, Cajun Mutt Press and Disturb the Universe Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights.
Tiger Stripes
knowledge gained in school
books read besides the pool
experience thorns and wool
stripes worn survive all cool
character from times abhor
soft heart born times adore
conviction in times of lore
hear a lone tiger as it roar
wisdom from complexity
serenity born of adversity
perseverance in severity
feel a lone tiger's flexibility
life is a jungle full of mystery
yet a circle of unending story
tiger needs its stripes to survive,
but it is his roar and flexibility that keeps him alive.
To Arms
More often than not,
It is those who have not seen war
That would shout in his top voice
To Arms! To Arms! To War's Glory!
For a true soldier,
Who has crawled in bloody field
Who has kissed Death's cold lips
Knows of Hell and all it is about
Call not a scarred veteran coward,
When he fears to raise up his gun
When he seeks for a compromise
When he would hold down his pride
To Arms! To Arms!
Guts and brains to nourish farms
Fool's gold the paupers charms
Arrogant Alpha the pack harms
Yet when storm comes
Iron thunders and acid fogs
Who faces Death with sad smile
Who hides in metal room down?
Woe to soldiers true
Who fights so cowards may live
Whose children are orphaned poor
To Arms! To Arms!
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.
