Four Haiku he walks home wearing his black graduation gown pics of pink flowers — baroque music plays for the marble queen pothos between dog & wolf — moon thru the window or ceiling light’s reflection? YouTube before bed — would you call this stuff rainy snow or snowy rain? wet April Fools’ Day — bio/graf J. D. Nelson’s poems have appeared in many publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of eleven print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *purgatorio* (wlovolw, 2024). Nelson’s first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead* (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. His haiku blog is at JDNelson.net. Nelson lives in Boulder, Colorado, USA.
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Essay from Feruza Abdullayeva
LIFE DEDICATED TO LITERATURE…!
[Tashkent State University: teacher Khushiyev, who taught ethics and aesthetics, will be dedicated to the life path of Eshniyoz Elboyevich…]
Literature…. Literature is such a unique universe that you can live with its wonders. Literature is such a world that you can stay forever in it. Literature is like a priceless garden…In this garden there are many saplings and trees rich in the best quality, sweet, pleasant and fruits that you can enjoy if you eat them. Poets, writers, thinkers, and writers who devoted their lives to literature are fruit trees, and their fruits are in the form of unique poems, quatrains, and works that they left behind. Every time we read, hear, or read poetry, we can enjoy it, gain spiritual nourishment, and expand our worldview. We create our own world in the world of silence…
“I’m sick of literature,
My training was not worth it either.
Sealing his word forever,
I will be a man, my students
too…”
People’s poet of Uzbekistan. The faithfulness of Muhammad Yusuf wrote before it last poem…
As we mentioned above, I am the fruit of those fruit trees.
The ones I enjoy the most (in a comparative sense): Muhammad Yusuf; “Hero of Uzbekistan” Abdulla Oripov; Usman Nasir, Zulfiya, Abdurayim Rahmonov, Erkin Vahidov, Saida Zunnunova and Khushiyev Eshniyoz Elboyevich…
Yes, of course! My grandfather Khushiyev Eshniyoz is a poet from whose poems I can in some sense learn lessons and inspiration, spiritual rest, and the knowledge and skills I need.
When I first heard about this person’s life path, I was shocked. Because this person spent his whole life on literature: poems, works, learning and teaching science, and as a highly educated person, especially in my eyes. On the one hand, my grandfather, and on the other hand, he became one of my favorite poets. Khushiyev Eshniyoz was born on August 25, 1943. He later studied at the National University of Uzbekistan with the most famous poets and writers of our country, in particular: The holder of the titles “Hero of Uzbekistan” and “People’s Poet of Uzbekistan”, one of today’s writers studied together with Abdulla Oripov.
When I was in creative talks and meetings with our hero, they said that he spent a lot of time with Abdulla Oripov. He knew Persian, Arabic, Russian, German… we can’t express it in words. Even when fate pinned him to the bed, he wrote down his sufferings, pains, and happy moments on white paper, accompanied by a pen, for poetry. the owner of a familiar soul…..!
No one can be like my mother!
Sometimes I dream of the sun,
Sometimes the thorn in the flower catches my attention…
They didn’t know my pain, even if they were blood relatives
SHe can’t laugh when her child cries,
No one can be like your mother!
***
Tell me, didn’t she run because of you?
If you’re sick, didn’t it kill you?
Or did not have time to become a mother?
SHe laughs and cries, even if she gets a thorn in her hand!
No one can be like your mother!
**
If you cry, shed tears together,
SHe risked her life so that you will live when the time comes,
SHe waited for your happiness longer than you,
No one can know that you are an angel!
No one can be like your mother!
**
Do you need anything more than that?
Even white milk is delicious!
Is every step you take a flower garden?
Golds are irreplaceable!
No one can be like your mother!
***
Your childhood passed with warm bread,
With the beautiful moments of the old house,
Did you hear about the city with its bread?
You can’t say why you don’t come!
No one can be like your mother!
**
The black hair she gave you
SHe doesn’t complain even if her face is wrinkled!
Don’t deserve to lose one year,
If she leaves, she will never be found!
No one can be like my mother!
Saidaliyeva Parizoda Davlatbaevna was born on November 30, 2007 in Narpay district, Samarqand region of the Republic of the Uzbekistan. She study at school number 68 from 10 class. To this day, she is the owner of many examples of poetic creation.
Achievements:
2nd place in the Zulfiya district stage of 2022, 3rd place in Termez in 2021, Navoi followers competition in the Republic of 2023 was named 3rd place and Surkhandarya region was also won added to the ranks of the provinces. In addition, participated in large and small competitions and won top places. From a young age, she put the profession of journalist in front of herself and began to work on herself. Her efforts paid off and she was invited to show on prestigious TV channels in Uzbekistan, such as ZO’R TV, and even appeared on the show “Morning Greetings”, as well as Uzbekistan’s most famous, as Laylo Rustamova, Ozod Nazar (critical journalist) In addition to this, she also appeared on TV channels in Surkhandarya region several times. She studied at the School of Young Journalists in Tashkent. Moreover, journalism, she is interested in poetry, fiction, the proof of which can be learned through her authorial poems and stories.
Poetry from Niginabonu Amirova
Sports A healthy body is a healthy mind. Great grandfathers say. This is the proof of his words Many sages have seen. If you get up and run in the morning, Even if you swim in the water with friends You will be healthy Your eyes wonʼt be wet. You will grow up Both strong and gentle. Canʼt be an obstacle Even the mountain, and also nowhere. The disease cannot reach to you It doesnʼt go your way. You will get good health Take the opportunity.
Poetry from Wayne Russell
Palma de Mallorca 1992 Those soft sand beaches and delicious food, the cathedrals have now been closed for renovation, it’s 1992 again and we were young- we sailed the nights and travel the world, some call us "squids"; I call us nomadic wandering conformists. We shall fight tooth and nail, we shall die upon the high seas for her, that land of liberty. Blood red Sangría sunsets rue the day, my love; I leave you now, oh my love, my Spain, but someday I shall return whether it be in dreams or upon my death bed confession, I shall. Meanwhile in the D.C. Airport No longer in France- No longer in Switzerland- I'm existing again, lingering in the purgatory of the Nation’s Capital- awaiting my flight in D.C. back to the Midwest, back into the doldrums of that familiar life- I listen to an elderly couple with very thick Boston accents, the lady scolds her husband every time he asks a question. One time he asks- How far is it to the bathroom? She asks a young man nearby, a non-employee of the airport- Where's the bathroom at!? The young man sheepishly replies- I think it's halfway down that corridor ma'am. The woman asks her husband- Do yuh think ya can make that fah!? Before he can utter a word, she answers her own question with- I don't think ya can Morty! Poor old Mortimer then murmurs- So, what do we do now, just wait here? She sharply replies- Yes, we wait here, because there's nothing else to do! The old man slumps lower in the airport chair, like a scolded child waiting his turn in which to board the aircraft, his cane is perched on his right side, his stronger side. Wayne Russell is the author of the poetry book 2020's Where Angels Fear via Guerilla Genius Press, available for purchase on Amazon; his second book Splinter of the Moon published by Silver Bow Publishing; has just been released and also can be found at Amazon in both Kindle and paperback editions. Wayne has been once nominated for both the Pushcart Prize and The Best of the Net.
Poetry from Kristy Raines
WHEN I SAW YOU When I Saw You… Your face.. took the place of the moon. Be gentle and don't place me in darkness when I approach. Sprinkle the stars on the path that lights my way to you. Lead me to you! Your eyes... became the desert Where I now wander, and where the night breeze keeps me company until I find your footsteps that lead me to where you wait. Wait for me! Your lips... were the place where our love began Do not keep them from me They are the wellspring of your sweet elixir from which I will be sustained, and the place where the sweet sound of your poems are kept until they are whispered softly in my ear Never keep them from me! Your chest... hid the the doorway to your heart where every emotion of love and gentle touch emerges for me on and where my hand rests over the beat. Open your door for me and then quickly lock it behind me so that no one else can ever enter Throw away the key! Your Arms.. held me and are comforting to me They are strong and warm my body They wrap around me like a vine pulling me closer to the firmness of your being They feel familiar around me Pull me closer! Your hands... felt warm like the sun They touch me lightly, like the soft feather of a dove making me tremble deep inside with each caress At times, they grasp me like a torrent storm gripping me as tight as handcuffs around my wrists leaving me breathless and crying out for more Never let me go! Your flame.. ignites my sweet dreams at night which woke the passion inside of me that faded, Your flame gave light to my soul It's the fire that keeps my heart throbbing for your touch and a heat inside that can never be extinguished by any other Satisfy the yearning inside of me! Biography Meet Poet, Writer, Author and Human Rights Advocate, Kristy Raines, born in Oakland, California, USA. Before becoming a poet and writer, Kristy worked as a Legal Assistance Secretary for the Naval Legal Service Office at The Naval Reserve Readiness Command in San Francisco, California. She then later retired from the medical field as a Medical Technician and Office Manager where she worked with and assisted many physicians from different countries and specialties. Kristy has several books not yet published. One book of epistolary poems is finished and waiting to launch with a prominent poet from India called, "I Cross my Heart from East to West". She also has two fantasy books of her own called, "Rings, Things and Butterfly Wings" and "Princess and The Lion", and her autobiography called, “My Very Anomalous Life” that she is working on, and has received many literary awards for her unique style and passionate verses of poetry and short stories.
Poetry from Niginabonu Amirova
Life Just like the life of a human being born, Tree is falling will go in the autumn. In every leaf, a human life My mind is a dream irrigated. Sometimes buried himself in the questions life, This is the fate of every human being. The leaves of the tree are a lesson to us, Disappear like a knot is sorrows.
Poetry from Zuhra Ruzmetova
🌹My loving mother🌹
My mother is my greatest asset in the world. She supports me every step of the way. Encourages by my side day and night in any situation. My mother is the symbol of love and sincerity for me. She is ready to give us everything but she does not ask for anything in return. When I m afraid of the dark she becomes my light and saves me from that darkness. If I can't sleep at night she doesn't leave my side until I fall asleep.
Most importantly my mother encourages me to be thorough in every way and to learn. Every mother is a special person for her children. On my days of failure my mother always tells me to try again until you reach your goal you gain experience from the knowledge you have gained due to failure. My mother is the most beautiful woman in the world. Mothers always come to help even if they are not with us my mother is such a person that she can replace everyone but no one can replace her. If they told me to hug the world I would go and hug my mother. If I come into the world once I would like you to be my mother a thousand times more. I am proud to have a mother like you. You are the number one person for me. I love you so much. My dear mother.
A mother is a jocular and kind person who gives life lessons. A coach who always shows the right way who can always help young and old a like. A loving mother who pleases everyone in the family. Mother is a precious stone in everyone's life. She is the main source of happiness for the child. It is probably impossible to find a mother who does not love her child with all her heart. Even though my mother is not physically strong she is able to overcome any obstacles for her life and family.
Mothers heart and mothers love are waves like an incomparable ocean. The first melody heard by the baby is the melody that sounds in the mother's heart with a soft voice. When we mention this holy world my loving mother who is the only one dear to me in the world is incarcerated before my eyes. My mother protects me when I stumble and gives her advice. My mother is the person I trust the most she always listens to me and supports me. They cheer me on when I succeed and support me when I fail. I love you very much dear mother.
✍️Ruzmetova Zuhra
Ruzmetova Zuhra Vyacheslavovna November 30, 2006 I was born Uzbekistan in the city Urgench Khorezm region. My poets have been recognized in more 10 countries.I am winner of competitions of more 100 national and international organizations. I am holder of badge "For the international Services"🎖by the bi wing poets writers association. I have many future dream goals.