Poppy

The sand sea is warm

Full of frosty lakebites

A beggar of hopeful melancholy

Imbued in nostalgic reverence

Poppy field icy snowflakes

Lakes of midnight rides

Till the peonies bloom afloat

My sugarcane smile

Of off white dusty Mondays

Till I reach the sand sea

Full of choir and musings

Till the lakes run wild

My warm and dusty deaths

Phoenix like it flies

Memories of open wide flies

The dusty sea bed

The nostalgic pent house

A beggar of throny musings

Till it reaches the poppy field high.

I Suck Love


The spring walks around me
The flowers spread fragrance 
The birds adorn each other
The gentle breeze changes time 
The mountain sings the song of love
The fountain touches the gypsy girl
The river kisses the waves of the sea
The  memories take place in the flute
The cowboy tends  the sound of whisperings 
The moon dances in the eyes of dream
The stars fly here and there
I suck love from the cup of Nature
And what is about you?

The Mind's Gambit

Part 2: The Confrontation

Inside the store, Max moved swiftly, his eyes scanning the glittering jewels displayed in glass cases. He carefully selected his targets, pocketing them with practiced ease.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and Reynolds emerged from the shadows, his gun drawn. "Freeze, Max! You're under arrest," he barked.

Max's smirk widened as he turned to face the detective. "Ah, Detective Reynolds, fancy meeting you here. You always did have a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient times."

Reynolds frowned, his grip tightening on his weapon. "Save it, Max. Your charm won't work on me. You're going away for a long time."

Part 3: The Negotiation

Max chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Come now, Detective. Let's be reasonable here. You know as well as I do that you don't have enough evidence to put me away. But perhaps we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement."

Reynolds hesitated, his mind racing. He knew Max was cunning, but he couldn't deny the truth in his words. Without concrete evidence, Max would walk free.

"Fine," Reynolds finally conceded. "But you're under my watch from now on. One wrong move, and I'll make sure you rot in jail."

Max grinned, extending his hand. "Deal."

Part 4: The Partnership

In the weeks that followed, an unlikely partnership formed between Max and Reynolds. Under the guise of cooperating with the police, Max continued his criminal activities, always staying one step ahead of the law.

As they worked together, Reynolds couldn't help but grudgingly admire Max's cunning and intelligence. Despite his criminal nature, there was something undeniably captivating about him.

But lurking beneath the surface, Reynolds remained vigilant, knowing that one wrong move could shatter their fragile alliance.

Part 5: The Betrayal

Months passed, and their partnership flourished, with Max becoming bolder in his heists and Reynolds growing more determined to bring him down.

But as they planned their biggest score yet, Reynolds began to suspect that Max was playing him all along, using their partnership as a means to an end.

Doubt gnawed at Reynolds' mind as he struggled to reconcile his growing admiration for Max with his duty as a police officer.

Part 6: The Showdown

The night of the heist arrived, tension crackling in the air as Max and Reynolds stood outside the bank, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

But as they made their move, chaos erupted, and Reynolds realized too late that he had underestimated Max's ruthlessness.

In the heat of the moment, Max turned on Reynolds, his eyes cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Detective. But you were always too smart for your own good."

Before Reynolds could react, Max's gun fired, and darkness enveloped him.

Part 7: The Revelation

When Reynolds regained consciousness, he found himself bound and gagged, his head throbbing with pain. As he struggled against his restraints, Max loomed over him, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Surprised, Detective? You always thought you had me figured out, but you were wrong. I'm not just a criminal; I'm a master manipulator."

Reynolds seethed with rage, his eyes burning with fury. "You won't get away with this, Max. I'll make sure of it."

Part 8: The Escape

With a chuckle, Max stepped back, leaving Reynolds alone in the darkness. But as he turned to leave, Reynolds saw his opportunity, seizing it with all the strength he had left.

With a burst of adrenaline, Reynolds broke free from his restraints, lunging at Max with a fierce determination. Caught off guard, Max stumbled backward, his composure faltering for the first time.

But before Reynolds could land the final blow, Max regained his footing, delivering a swift kick to Reynolds' chest, sending him sprawling to the ground once more.

Part 9: The Revenge

As Reynolds lay battered and bruised on the cold pavement, Max loomed over him, his gaze filled with contempt. "You should have known better, Detective. No one outsmarts me."

But as Max raised his gun, ready to deliver the final blow, Reynolds saw his chance, his hand darting out to grab a nearby weapon.

With a roar of defiance, Reynolds fired, the gunshot echoing through the night as Max crumpled to the ground, his reign of terror finally at an end.

Part 10: The Aftermath

As dawn broke over the city, Reynolds stood victorious, his heart heavy with the weight of his actions. Though he had stopped Max, he knew that the scars of their encounter would never fully heal.

But as he looked out at the city skyline, Reynolds knew that he had upheld his duty as a police officer, bringing justice to those who sought to disrupt the peace.

And though Max may have been cunning and manipulative, in the end, it was Reynolds' unwavering determination that prevailed, proving that even in the darkest of times, light will always triumph over darkness.


Nahyean Taronno is a student of grade eight in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Annotation: The author of this article discussed the advantages and disadvantages of online education for teaching foreign languages, as well as important changes to our nation’s educational system. The widespread use of distance learning, particularly among different forms of education, is encouraging. It’s no secret that many internet users only use it to read the news, look up information, send emails, or spread rumors. 

Changing the focus teacher-centered towards learner-centered learning is a progress sign of line resource technology in the world of Education. When a student or pupils are physically separated from their teacher, they are said to be participating in distance learning. A variety of technologies are used to offer the majority of the training materials. In 1979, the University started communicating with students through radio and television broadcasts for the first time in the history of distant education in China (later audio cassettes bacome widespread. Through correspondence courses and short-term meetings, there were bilateral dialogues.

In addition to print and media mailings, contemporary computer technologies are employed more and more frequently today: E-learning, online education, audio/video conferencing, and internet broadcasts. Alongside the help of these technologies, students can take tests and exams anywhere in real time with teachers. Any individual, regardless of age or physical capability, can access information remotely. Students are very independent and are able to get in touch with their teachers almost at any time. The benefit of this teaching approach is that each student learns at their own pace in a familiar, psychologically cozy environment. Depending on the course’s curriculum, graduates will either receive a diploma or a certificate.

You will be able to work in addition to thinking. Actually, the vast majority of applicants who choose separate learning are reneging. Their occupations are those who wish to memorize but do not need to give up. Online technology makes it easier for the online community to interact and gives teachers and students a platform to provide feedback and suggestions for their language development. In online learning, you will in fact consider having some extra cash at midnight after you get home from work. Any program (online or otherwise) may have a lower cost for the level of separate learning. Online learning for understudies is the best way to look for financially feasible options.

Please be brief! You will be able to save time by taking the transportation to and from the centers for preparation. You can get the information you need immediately when learning online. The most common method of removal is inspiration if you consider trying. Some lessons are taught in buncha, which is advantageous. There aren’t many understudies here. A few people get it gradually while the majority gather faster. Separate learning could be a more effective strategy in this regard, but it has a higher chance of causing distractions. There are no classmates or teachers to remind you of upcoming assignments in face-to-face interactions. You must put in the necessary time and effort if you want to successfully complete a distance learning course. Organizer’s misfortune.

The biggest threat to online learning is the web’s moderate execution of suppliers or communication interference. In this instance, the candidate’s obsession with memorization causes depression or anxiety. Regardless of your point of view, remembering that you are perfect will help you learn. The Uzbek instructional framework is the same across the pass, for better or for worse, it must be admitted. The research presented in this article leads to the conclusion that online teaching resources like apps and programs are very effective and that schools need to improve their facilities. 

References:

1. https://cyberleninka.ru > article > xo… 

2. Xorijiy tillarni oʻqitishda online ta’limning yutuqlari.

3. Syukur S, Muhammad B, Amrilluh, Ramly R Using online resources technology for foreign language learning: strategies, impact and challenges.

The researches of our great-grandfather Mirzo Ulug’bek made great changes not only for the scientists of Uzbekistan, but also for the scientists of the whole world. The whole world knows him very well as a historian, scientist, great astrologer, astronomer who determined the location of 1018 stars. Muhammad Taragai, grandson of the great general Amir Temur, was born in March 1934. He was the eldest son of Shahrukh Mirza, and he was called Ulugbek as a child. Later, this became his main name. Young Ulug’bek was interested in science as a child. He was a learned boy in every field. That is why our grandfather Mirzo Ulugbek was appointed governor of Movarunnahr and Turkestan at the age of 17. As a king, Ulugbek ruled the Timurid kingdom for almost 40 years. During this time he made many creations. He pats the head of the people of knowledge. A number of mausoleums and madrasas were also built during the reign of Mirzo Ulugbek. At the same time, he built the Ulugbek observatory in Samarkand.

    As an astrologer, he is able to determine the location of 1018 stars and the length of an astronomical year of 365 days, 6 hours, 10 minutes, and 8 seconds in his observatory. The scientist collected the most unique masterpieces in his observatory during his reign. He also read a lot. One of the great works of Mirzo Ulug’bek is the astronomical table called “Zizhi jadidi Ko`rogoniy”. Our grandfather Mirzo Ulug’bek inherited 4 unique works: “Zizhi jadidi Korogoniy” – on astronomy, “Tarihi arba` ulus” (History of four nations) – on history, “On determining the sine of one degree” risola” – about mathematics and “Risolayi Ulug’bek” – works about stars. “Zizhi Jadidi Korogoni” was edited by Thomas Hyde in Oxford in 1665 and by Edward Ball Knobel in 1917. During the reign of Ulugbek, many works were translated from Arabic and Persian into the old Uzbek language. The rich library he established had more than 15,000 books. This is a proof of how much the scientist was reading. Unlike his grandfather, Mirzo Ulug’bek preferred knowledge to wars. For the sake of science, he was ready to abdicate the throne if necessary. He always visited the observatory when he was depressed, where he liked to study astronomy. Great thinkers and scientists gathered in the observatory. He treated his students like his own children.

However, such a scholar, the king, was killed by his own child. Mirza Ulugbek never wanted to fight with his son for the throne. He knew that his grandfather, Amir Temur, did not stay forever, and the crown and throne, which was not loyal to him, was transitory. But Abdulatif, the father’s son, did not understand this, and as a result, he declared war against his father’s corruptor with the emirs who would immediately turn away if the kingdom was shaken. Ulugbek agrees to abdicate without any war. Not because he was afraid, but because he did not want to fight for the throne with his child. He just wants to sit in his observatory and study science. However, Abdulatif, the son of Padarkush, who was blinded by the crown, wealth, and kingdom, became a slave to his own lust and even raised a sword to his father, organized a conspiracy against his father on October 27, 1449 and A navkar named Abbas and an amir whom Ulugbek considered loyal, and then an amir who went over to Abdulatif’s side, were killed by the hands of the Sultans. This is how the life of Mirzo Ulug’bek, an enlightened king and a world-renowned scientist and astrologer, who wisely ruled the Timurid kingdom for about 40 years, ends in this way. Only a calm flowing stream and a gentle wind will silently witness the death of a great astrologer…

However, revenge is right. The emirs who betrayed his father also made trouble for Abdulatif himself. In 6 months, the rulership of Padarkush’s son, not only his kingdom but also his life, ended. Abdulatif managed to do many bad things in this short period of time. He had his brother Abdulaziz executed, destroyed the observatory, destroyed books.

However, Mirzo Ulug’bek’s beloved and loyal student Ali Kushchi fulfills the will of his master perfectly. A day before Mirza Ulugbek left the throne, he assigned such a task to Ali Kushchi. That is, he says that the rarest books in the observatory should be preserved and hidden in a safe place until the time of peace. Ali Kushchi hid 16 chests of books in the “Dragon Cave” known only to him and Mirza Ulugbekkina. Even after the death of his teacher Mirza Ulugbek, Ali Kushchi was under strong persecution, which caused him to sit in prison, but even so, he was always patient and kept the books and some of Amir Temur, who was hiding with him, and He did not tell the hiding place of the jewels given to be spent on the path of knowledge. Mirza Ulug’bek and his student Ali Kushchi and some loyal students of the master thought about the fate of the next generation and made sacrifices. The greatest wealth left by our grandfather has reached us because of this incident. Mirzo Ulugbek thought about the fate of his treasures until his death. We are still learning using the kirobs left by our grandfather Mirzo Ulugbek. It is necessary for us to be a generation worthy of them, feeling the need to preserve the books that have been preserved for so many years.

                 Bahramova Ifora Sunnatillayevna. She was born on August 2, 2008 in Kuyi Chirchik district of Tashkent region. Currently, she is a student of academic lyseum Tashkent state of University of Uzbek language and Literature. She is also a member of the “Parvoz” literary circle organized by Nargiza Asadova, a member of the Writers’ Union under the Lower Chirchik Hokimation. Her poems and stories have been published several times in district newspapers and magazine “Gulkhan”. She is  the winner of the Republican stage of the “Story of the Year” competition and several other competitions.

WATER

So this is what 
we need to survive.
I’d have said blood,
the red stuff that gushes out
whenever I cut myself.

But, if water it’s to be,
then at least I can turn on
a tap anywhere in the house
and it does flow.
It even flushes.
And it spins like crazy
in the washing machine.

I do drink the stuff 
from time to time.
Like a penance.
For the stuff is the ultimate
in tasteless.

But the flowers seem
to like it.
As do the birds.
And it keeps me clean.
So it’s definitely 
a player in my love life.

And I must confess
that I have this
romantic attachment to rain.
Inside is never cozier
than when it’s pouring 
on the outside.

My lover and I 
sit by the window,
watch it bucket down. 
We sip our wine
in full view of the weather.
A great Chablis gives water 
something to aspire to. 



CURFEW NIGHT				

Real Gothic night.	
Cops are circling like vampires.
Kids are in their virgin clothes,
t-shirts, jeans, grins on faces,
dirt under nails.
Transylvania Main Street.
Ignore the Hardware store,
the McDonalds, the movie house
showing adult romance.
Be afraid. Tremble.
Feel your clothes on your skin
and your skin on you.
You're on foot, in summer garb,
even though the knives of Autumn are out.
And the cops are Winter grim.
"Why aren't you at home?”
The river's gray and sour.
Lights betray the garbage of civilization.
A bar shakes like ice in a glass.
Here men gather for protection.
The grim adulteress approaches
each in turn like a song from the juke-box.
Cheap lyrics are Shakespeare to a drunk.
Cops don't bother them.
With the right uniform, the perfect fangs,
drunks could be cops themselves.
But the kids are without rooms,
without ceilings, alcohol, cheap talk
and last year's orgasms.
They're as vulnerable as burgomaster's daughters
in the twilight woods
crossing the shadow
of the crumbling castle on the hill.
They try for the rhythm of grownups
but end up darting here and there
like sting-less wasps.
Any lighter and the breeze has them.
Any smaller and they fall through
the sidewalk cracks.
Meanwhile, Dracula has had his donut.
Count Yorga has parked and dozed enough.


Time now to sate the hunger	
or push some weight around.
"Hey there. What are you up to!"
Kids stop in their tracks.
The cops’ “Go home”
is up-close and sharp.
Kids feel like 
they’ve just been bit.



JOSEPH

Joseph was as slow at realizing the truth
as he was getting up in the morning,
and, even when he did arise, 
his brain took its time registering 
the purpose of all that surrounded him
from the ceiling to the walls, 
to the floor, the stairs and the coffee pot.
And that’s why he didn’t realize, until midday, 
that his wife, Anita was not in the house.

And then, only at twilight, did Joseph
find the note she’d left on the sideboard.
He didn’t read it until it was time for bed,
when he was so drowsy, 
he had a hard time deciphering
the meaning of “I’ve left you.”
And her mention of another guy, Andrew,
who was twenty years younger,
had him shaking his head,
and saying, “I don’t know any Andrew.”
He fell asleep without even noticing 
there was nobody under the sheets with him.

Joseph dreamed that night of a tennis match
where his opponent was a much younger man
named Andrew with a strong serve and wicked backhand.
The only one in the stands was his wife.
Andrew totally destroyed Joseph in straight sets
and the victor flung his racket high in the air in celebration 
then ran off the court and into the arms of Anita.

When Joseph awoke next morning
and, after his mind and reality got in synch,
he looked in the mirror at a plumpish, 
long-faced, gray-haired reflection,
muttered to himself, “Joseph Andrew Sullivan, 
you’re sure not the man you used to be”.



IN TERMS OF AUDIENCE

Far out in the waves,
you screamed 
as an undercurrent 
took hold of your foot
and pulled you under.

Flapping arms 
and kicking feet
propelled your body
out of danger
and into calmer waters.

As you coasted on a wave
back to shore,
you began to imagine 
throngs of people
awaiting you there, 
welcoming you back to life.

But fat man on the beach
was all who noticed you,
and not while you were 
in danger,
only as you made your way
out of the waves,
and strode up the beach.

His belly was 
bright red and as round 
as a prize-winning melon.

You envisaged it
winning the blue ribbon
at a harvest festival.
You wanted to applaud
but you checked yourself.



JAKE AND THE CIGARETTE MACHINE

Jake needed a cigarette badly,
so he put his money 
in the nearest machine,
though it didn’t carry his brand.

But when he pushed the button,
nothing happened.
It took his cash all right
but no pack popped out below.

“Damn,” he cried out  
before waylaying some guy 
who worked at the place.
“I don’t got the key,”

the employee said.
“Write down your name and number 
and I’ll give it to Artie
when he comes by next Tuesday.”

Jake was in a rage, grabbed the guy 
by the collar, screamed, “I’m dying for
a fucking cigarette!”
“I’d give you one of mine,” said the other 

through his violently restrained
vocal chords. “But I don’t smoke.”
That’s when Jake clocked him
in the jaw, then grabbed the 

nearest thing to come to hand,
a fire extinguisher. flung it 
at the cigarette machine
with such force, the front 

caved in, cracked open, 
spilling cigarette boxes everywhere.
Jake breathed a sigh of relief.
Violence had been good to him,

calmed his nerves, satisfied cravings.
He left without taking
the freebies scattered across the floor.
He no longer needed a cigarette.


John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, North Dakota Quarterly and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and  “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in California Quarterly, Seventh Quarry, La Presa and Doubly Mad.