The Port
Like the light in the morning I rise like a rose
Then one after another making friendship with leaves of the trees
I lost myself in the bath of the sea
Swimming so high in the sky
I reach the moon where no darkness plays any role
I find myself on the port of you
We both smile out the same in the morning blushes.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh,
13 March, 2024.
Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for over seven years.
The origin of the South Korean alphabet is phonetic syllabic writing. It was created in 1444 during the reign of King Se-Jong (1419-50) by Korean scholars Chon Nin Ji, Sin Suk Chu, Son Sam Mum. Until the first half of the 15th century, the Korean language used Chinese hieroglyphic writing. However, since Chinese was the literary language of Koreans during this period, the new national alphabet did not spread widely. By the end of the 19th century, hieroglyphic writing began to be used again in the Korean language. This writing alphabet represents 24 phonemes. Other phonemes are formed by adding letters. Current Korean writing has 40 graphemes, of which 24 are simple and 16 are complex. But the order of these graphemes is different in the DPRK and the Republic of Korea. Previously, texts were written from top to bottom and from right to left. Now more left-to-right writing is drawing components are written separately from top to bottom.
Like traditional Chinese and Japanese scripts, as well as many other East Asian texts, Korean texts were traditionally written from top to bottom, right to left, sometimes for stylistic purposes. However, Korean is now usually written from left to right, unlike Japanese and Chinese, where spaces act as separators between words. Hangul is the official writing system throughout North and South Korea. It is a cooperative official writing system of Yanbian Korean Autonomous Prefecture and Changbai Korean Autonomous County in Jilin Province, China. Hangul has also seen limited use in the Cia-Cia language.
Regarding the How
As soon as
He got
To know her,
He felt
Increasingly certain
That she
Would change everything,
Turns out
He was right
About the what,
Regarding the how,
He ended up
Being really wrong.
Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “In the Arena,” his third full-length poetry collection, is due out in April.
LIFE AND DEATH IN ALABAMA
A fertilized egg is a treasure,
a boon to the barren, a gift of hope.
But in sweet home Alabama,
the latest law gives embryos a bonus:
eternal life.
A judge decreed an egg fused with a sperm
is now a U.S. citizen, with rights.
If kept quick-frozen, zygotes live forever.
Sperm donors will pass on.
Parents will pass on.
But grandchildren, great-grandchildren
must keep potential ancestors in liquid nitrogen
forever and ever. Amen.
Any careless spills or thaws are murder.
Any cells lost in the implant process-- serial murder.
And murder is a capital offense.
These microscopic cells don’t look like people.
No face, no bones, no blood, no lungs;
no organs, tissues, gender.
But one dogmatic judge decreed
these cells are fully human.
That’s what his Church believes.
Our founders erred-- Church ought to rule the State!
His Church, of course.
Living children aren’t the law’s concern.
In Alabama, school-aged kids
can work in factories— child labor. Cheap.
Children of asylum-seekers?
Routinely ripped from parents’ arms
and locked in cages.
Children of the poor are grudged food stamps,
must fight red tape for every scrap of health care.
And every day more kids are shot and killed.
No, real youngsters aren’t priorities.
But embryos—now there’s a righteous cause!
Eden’s tree, that bore enticing fruit,
has sprouted in the courtroom, promising
knowledge of good and evil.
Alabama’s judge has tasted insight;
his laws prevent Eve’s needy daughters
from seeking IVF—lest cells be wasted.
Decrees deny a babe in arms to parents
out of respect for life.
He reads God’s mind, this Alabama judge.
Or speaks, perhaps, for someone else
that lurks in Eden, hissing…
Copyright 2/24 Patricia Doyne
Raindrops
Raindrops fall silently from the sky,
The rose in the garden gently unfolds its petals.
And love, like a river, flows deep,
Entwined with rain and flower, in an endless dance.
Gracefully, the rain kisses the rose in the night,
Gently illuminating it with its droplets.
And the rose, like a lovestruck maiden,
Receives rain kisses with joy and a smile.
Love, like the scent of a rose in the air,
Softly envelops the heart, making it strong and tender.
In this union of nature and emotion,
We discover the beauty of love that doesn't fade even when the rain stops.
Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard" was circulating through her blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to others.
As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube. Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers. She is the recipient of many international awards. "Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle".
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro,and shealso is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.
Oh flower,
are you scared
from a temporary wind?
did you hide among the leaves?
didn't it fall down you
old walls?
Have you shed your leaves?
Did you keep your dreams alive?
Why are you still bowing your head?
The air smells like rain
Oh, flower
be afraid of mud!
from mud!
Contact
I forgot what a kiss is The taste of an afternoon coffee.
So as the waves pulled from the land, I feel like a desert ship.
Contact I forgot what that word means, Shipwreck for months In books I look for a meaning to embrace me, to tell me everything will be fine ..
To go and leave those roses in my father's memory, To light a candle to the Virgin Mary.
Contact, To be in your dream hug Let me see your eyes To smell your perfume I'm looking for that word in that old dictionary
Forgiveness
A word that is coming out from the brave heart
I am not asking to forgive as a Human
I am asking to forgive as a God
As HE has the kindness and the generosity to see the human's mistake.
I am asking to forgive not a as a man
But as An Angel that every day and night
Is traveling from Earth to sky....
I don't need any paper
Green or blue
I saw your heart
You had it there in front of me...
I understand that silence
That silver silence
I am damned in sky and earth...
I am just a soul traveling alone..
Seeking for forgiveness.....
