EVENING IN THE MEADOWS
In this meadow full of swampy land.
Adorned with mountains trees, grass, flowers and salubrious evening air.
The sky was looking so glorious tinged with golden color
It was a nice evening mesmerized with wild flowers.
Meanwhile the moon appeared in the sky with million smiles.
The fringe sky looked glimmered with moonshine.
Slowly the moonshine wrapped the whole ambiance.
Every beings lighted and delighted with the soft moonlight.
The tall trees of the meadows looked beautiful and meditative.
A rapt silence reigned in that realm of beauty.
In the meantime the rustle of the leaves resonated the air.
There was whisper of enchanting fragrance in the air.
Then rose the crickets that remained hidden in the grass.
They started their hymn in that enchanting glade.
Prevailed there a beauty and blissful air.
Reverberated the meadows with the songs and whisper of night so fair.
Dr. Maheswar Das
India
MORNING REVERIE OF THE WOODLAND
Morning descends with million smiles and blessings of eternity.
The enormous all- pervading sunshine sprinkles and makes the entire ambiance colourful.
The dew-sprawling-grass field looks glamourous and colorful.
The blade of grass dazzles carrying the dew drops in its breast.
The morning breeze enthralls all beings with an amazing touch of happiness.
The chorus of bird-flocks in the sky enlivens all beings with an infinite peace
The valley looks colorful carrying the tall trees under the enchanting sky
The woodland whispers with glee carrying the enormous shades of clouds.
The tall mountains of the valley kiss the clouds with so much ecstasy in their eyes.
The buzzing of the bees and butterflies makes the land a paradisal look.
The narrow brook that flows in the valley carries the songs of the cuckoo in an enchanting way.
The sky lark and other song birds spread their music spell unheard of anything of the woods.
The morning resonate with the musing of nature seems meditative .
The rapt reverie of valley is often broken by songs of birds.
Dr. Maheswar Das
India
FROM DEATH TO IMMORTALITY
Like lightning, you are the spark in everything
The energy in all beings
How futile is it to cling to matter always.
How long we will remain as a slave of matter
Not master
Never greedy to go up
Leaving the dense gross, ascending to subtle
How much inert is our intellect
Oh Lord
Raise our consciousness
From darkness to enlightenment
Make us free from the bondage of gross matter
for a upward journey From mortality to immortality
From darkness to light
From matter to divine
For, immense resplendent
light is beckoning from far beyond
Dr.Maheswar Das
India
Daffodils
Oh delightful golden daffodils
Oh messenger of spring
As I behold you for the first time in the garden green
I fell in love with your mesmerizing beauty
To me, you are a golden love flower of heaven
As l see you, my mind thinks of the spring season
I look all around to see the presence of spring
With your arrival, spring has already set in
With all its splendor and glee.
Under the radiant purple sunshine
I see you in the meadows
You are dancing and swinging in the zephyr
Your fragrance lifted me to the realm of heavenly joy and cheer
Heaven's beauty has nestled in your soft gaze.
How beautifully almighty has wrought you.
How beautiful is your whisper
How enchanting is your serenity and beauty that cheers all
How beautiful is your fragrance that attracts all poets and viewers
In vale and meadows, your fragrance stirs the air.
Your presence makes the ambiance colorful
Dr. Maheswar Das
India
Dr. Maheswar Das
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He is a bilingual poet, translator, editor, and story writer. He writes in English and the Odia language.
He has been pursuing his creative writing for the last twenty years and has authored more than one thousand English poems. All of his poetical exposition centers around Nature, God, love, and relationships. Some of his poems have been translated into international languages. He has co-authored three English anthologies of poems with his two friends. Besides he is the co-author of more than fifty English anthologies of poems of many literary groups.
He holds the degree of M.A. in both Economics and History. He has accomplished a Ph.D. degree in sociology from Utkal University. He also holds a law degree from M.S. Law College, Cuttack. He hails from Mallipur in the district of Cuttack, Odisha, India.
His English poems have been published in several national and international journals and Anthologies and have gained worldwide appreciation. He has received so many accolades from various national and international literary groups. He is a recipient of the Gold Medal award from the World Union of Poets, Rome.
A POSTCARD FROM PERU
Yerbabuena
We pass a young boy herding four yearlings. They startle at our engine’s grind, the glare of headlights, the shrill horn. In the dawn twilight, other trucks and combis are pulling up. Their passengers climb down, heavy bundles and baskets over shoulders, and enter the market yard.
The Sunday market in Yerbabuena is one of the largest in the region—and one of the few traditional trueque (bartering) markets that still exists. Folks have come from the many small villages and hamlets in this Utcubamba River valley, between Leymebamba and Chachapoyas.
Tarps are being stretched over rickety wooden stands. Offered wares are set out: horse tackle and ropes, sandals and slingshots (for hunting) made of old tires, produce from highlands and low. Wood fires in the comedores spice the growing morning.
Soon the bustling hustle is on. One woman offers half a saddlebag of corn for plantains. Yonder, a family is their calf. All around people are trading pottery for produce from a chakra (small farm), or well-bundled kindling for a trussed chicken (no doubt, this afternoon’s almuerzo).
I have nothing to trade—but soles (the local currency) are accepted for the bread and avocados I buy before hopping a truck towards the Revash ruins.
IN THE FRIGID NIGHT
18-19 March 1994 / Oaxaca to Mexico City (El Oaxaqueño / 2ª class)
I awaken at about 4:30 a.m. Our train is winding deep within the folds of the Sierra Madre. This night is frigid. I dig out my sleeping bag.
A father in one seat holds two of his small children tight. They wear only light cotton shirts. They might be migrating from the warmer lowlands – from Tapachula on the Guatemalan border, or perhaps from the Tehuantepec isthmus.
On the floor across the aisle, the mother shares their only blanket with the two younger children.
I unzip my sleeping bag open and hand it to them for the night. Father smiles and folds it around his son and daughter. Soon they fall asleep.
I put on another shirt and button up my jacket. Huddled within my seat, I watch the night silently slip by.
SUNSET JOURNEY
Across & across miles & miles of flat, dry-green savannah, the land rolling towards dark-treed mountains dressed in clouds, blue crystalline sky brushed with nebulous white, sunlight sheening off rivers graveled tresses braiding. Shadows sink deeper, rose perfumes periwinkle clouds, the setting sun honeys the grasses & trees of these flat, rolling sabanas, scattered settlements gather like the foothills, like the cumulus over that now-nearer sierra. Climbing through three lo-o-ong tunnels & finally into a high valley, pallid indigo sky stippled with clouds, the mountains covered with low brush, dwarf trees, cacti, bare rock folded, twisted, tilted by the millennia … all lost in the dusk.
Lorraine Caputo is a wandering troubadour whose writings appear in over 400 journals on six continents, and 23 collections – including In the Jaguar Valley (dancing girl press, 2023) and Santa Marta Ayres (Origami Poems Project, 2024). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. Her writing has been honored by the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada (2011) and thrice nominated for the Best of the Net. Caputo has done literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. She journeys through Latin America with her faithful knapsack Rocinante, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her adventures at www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer or http://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com.
Mommy
My kind and my heaven,
My angel are only you.
In family you are queen,
No happiness without you.
You love us equally always,
You are the best mother.
You have the best kindness,
And you love the best father.
I tend to miss you every time,
Whenever I am far from you.
Not loving you is a crime,
Because the best one is you!
It was Hot Like Summer and the Demons Ran Deep, or Not in This Life Anyways
the rains had arrived when there was supposed to be snow, and the fields became beige and flaxen again, and the world was strange and stayed that way. it was as if it had longed to be strange and present that part of its personality that nobody cared about. and now that it had gotten the chance, it wasn’t going to give it up. for many days and nights the precipitation continued. an old solitary hawk that lived somewhere near or perhaps on the top of the movie-house came down and alighted atop a No Trespassing sign. a dirty sad area, who would want to trespass there anyhow? I watched the beautiful hawk as it looked for something, here and there a bit like you look for where you put your keys down right?- found it, jumped down, seeming to let itself fall down more so than jump, having just jumped into the air I felt, retrieved the thing, and left. later I had seen a few souls, two in person and two in vision, that presented well enough, but which I felt were possessed. I have a soft spot for the aged, the idea of the old man w/his sweater and perhaps book or cane even, hard fought sagacity as it were…but not these ones. whatever had taken up residence in them, if I was right, (you always have to leave room for the idea of being wrong), had really done a number on their souls. I was sad and always a bit startled at this. let them be for it was not my responsibility and besides,- these people wouldn’t only not change, but would defend their ideas to the end. pride. arrogance. one day that end would come, but that was up to the Whole, the Universe, God, whatever nomenclature or moniker one chose or that was in fashion. the rain was rain for the high temperature. if you went near a window or outside it actually felt warm and sometimes hot. back by the way of the hawk again, I glanced to see if my old friend who was not my real friend was around. nothing though. no hawk today. sometimes there is nothing but the rain.
Brian Michael Barbeito is a Canadian writer and photographer. Prose poem and landscape photo book, Still Some Crazy Summer Wind Coming Through, is forthcoming from Dark Winter Literary Press, summer 2024.
black cavities
outside the hospital
empty corpses
compliance ...
cries for help
getting louder
burning flames
outside the embassy
a soldier protesting
blood-stained gown
behind the window
a gasping doctor
ceasefire ...
a man in the rubble
collecting body parts
SOMETIMES
Sometimes time rejects me
Sometimes I deny it.
There are still contradictions, contradictions,
I'm running away...
Sometimes protected by a long sentence,
One word and three points more meaningful.
Sometimes hidden in little verses,
The meaning of great sayings.
Sometimes it is not explained by silence
The thick darkness of speaking
And sometimes...
In the light of a darkened
Conscience
The greatness of time is clearly visible...
(Translated into English by: Elmaya Jabbarova.
20.04.2024.)
Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumovna (February 15, 1973) was born in Uzbekistan. Studied at the Faculty of Journalism of Tashkent State University (1992-1998). She took first place in the competition of young republican poets (1999). Four collections of poems have been published in Uzbekistan: “Leaf of the Heart” (1998), “Roads to You” (1998), “The Sky in My Chest” (2007), “Lovely Melodies” (2013). She wrote poetry in more than ten genres. She translated some Russian and Turkish poets into Uzbek, as well as a book by Yunus Emro. She lived as a political immigrant with her family for five years in Turkey and five years in Ukraine. Currently lives in Switzerland. Married, mother of five children. It was not possible to publish poems and translations written by the poet in the next ten years.
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