My hand is shielded and my eye was fortified my eye is a pharos in the sea– that my heart jumps to the bottom, my hand is dipped into it the waters were coldly hot, with a sensation that stole my senses, my hearing then my sight. I tried to escape with my sight first, my hearing and my sense, I waited second after second and a year after year for the rescue from no one still my hand dance for the hot sea waters. let me snatch my sight let me remove my hand from the mouth of the hell & not to let its eyes marry the hell light, now, let them see the sky's womb & see how sun and moon were born. Mubarak Said is a poet, an award winning essayist and a short story writer from Funakaye Local Government of Gombe state, Nigeria. Said was a winner of 2020 ANCOPPS essay writing competition in Gombe state. He participated in many secondary schools competitions , including FRSC essay writing competition and so. His works have been accepted and published by different Nigerian and international News papers and and literary magazines as World voices magazine, icefloe press, literary yard, beatnikcowboy, teenlit journal, ILA magazine, the pinecone review, Susa Africa, Applied worldwide, Opinion Nigeria, Today post, daily trust and daily companion.
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Announcement from Abdullah Al Mamun
Award distribution of Bangadondhu creative talent search competition & National Education Week-2022 in Chaipainawabganj district at Green View High School Auditorium Abdullah Al Mamun District wise competition result for Bangadondhu creative talent search competition & National Education Week-2022 declared in May 2022 and its celebration of distributing certificates and crests has been organized today 7 September, 2022 at Green View High School Auditorium by district education office and the prizes and certificates were distributed by Duty Commissioner of Chapainawaganj District A K M Galiv Khan, Principal of Nawabganj Govt. College, Chapainawabganj, professor Sankar Kumar Kundu and District Education Officer Md. Abdur Rashid. In this competition there participated so many students, scout leaders, scout groups, secondary school teachers, secondary school head teachers, madrasha teachers, head teachers, college students, college teachers, principals etc. In Bangadondhu creative talent search competition Jadid Khan, a student of Harimohan Govt. High achieved the best certificate in Language and Literature. Tajin Binte Reja, a student of Nawabganj Govt. College was awarded the best for competition in Mathematics and Computer. In this way certificates were distributed with 300.00 taka to every competitor from every category and subject. Every year this National Education Week is held throughout the whole country and so many students and teachers are rewarded for their special performance in various sections. Those who can perform their best they can be rewarded as the national prize winners. Upazila is the beginning to reach the top of the honorable place. After winning the Upazila prize, in the district wise fight the best class teacher for secondary school is selected Md. Mahbubul Alam, Senior Teacher (English), Harimohan Government High School. Professor Sankar Kumar Kundu, principal of Nawabganj Government College is rewarded as the best principal at college level and this college is rewarded as the best college at this Sadar Upazila. In this way from so many categories students and teachers are given the certificates and crests to their respective performances. Students are to compete with various types of songs, recitations, writings etc. Every year this competition is arranged by our government and students can have their chance to attend the competition to express their creativity. Our government is trying to reach our country to the level of the richest ones like Singapore, Thailand, America. These creative personalities will work heart and soul and take our country materializing our dream of our aspired Sonar Bangla.
Poetry from Mahbub
By The Shadows By the shadows suddenly I stopped and got down from the motorbike How beautiful the place! The green paddy field made the view a green carpet By the way it stands the large tree The shadows beacon -------- O dear, please be seated At least halt a little and take the fresh breath in me On the subconscious mind I heard the sound The leafy tree spoke out in the silence I lost myself closing the eyes I lost myself in the shade and sun from gaps of the leaves In midst of wind, shade and sun the blood springs as the dancing beats And lost in thy love that calms my heart and eyes No caption - it's always a place you stand by Let's go - that green horizontal world waiting for us.
Poetry from Celeste Alisse
Through a crack in the wall, I see nothing. I hear a faint swirl of mutters and creaks and nothing. I sense a fear, From me or the crack in the wall? From me. Eye to the hole, I stare and stare, But nothing is nothing is nothing. I see nothing, I hear nothing, I sense nothing. Yet when I am far from the crack in the wall, I see it, I hear it, I sense it. The crack in the wall is made up of nothing, Yet it makes me feel the most of everything. I am it. Which makes me nothing.
Poetry from Chloe Schoenfeld
Maniacal Drama Extremism to its extreme The iliad twice over Yet missing more than A hundred thousand soldiers There's a killer on the loose The new pennywise The curtains haven't closed yet This story isn’t near its end Quiet panic Tension is high Cross your fingers and Pray there's no encore No more- Chekhov's gun is on the wall “La forza del destino” Graffitied on the bathroom stall The spotlight’s gone dark The lead is dead We pity the poor soul Who found the queen’s head The show must go on Sanity is hanging on by just a thread Everything’s gone wrong And the stage is half set We’re only in act three Nobody knows where the prop manager went Iago is carrying the head of Marie Antoinette Exit stage left Keep your eye on the apron- The hit list is too long Suspicion is high Biases are burning Don’t blink It’s all a lie Romeo is dead now So is Snow White Mufasa has fallen Spock said goodbye And Rose couldn’t save Her poor young lover’s life The audience is cheering It all looked so authentic News reports nineteen civilians have gone missing
Poetry from Oona Haskovec
time travelers you took our picture from a car window. i know because i saw the door frame on the edge of the photograph. neither of us saw you take it, but i know it exists because someone in the future is admiring the yellowing picture paper that smells of antique stores and soap. why had we stopped to stand in the middle of the highway? not sure who are you? i wont bother guessing because you care either way. you stopped time in march. the MAR on the side told me so. what year? anyone's guess. all i know is that she is looking at me and i am looking at the blue or the grey or the beige.
Poetry from Christopher Bernard
Throne By Christopher Bernard “Queen Elizabeth II: Britain’s longest reigning monarch dies aged 96” “World on brink of five ‘disastrous’ climate tipping points, study finds” —Two headlines from September 8, 2022 The rock you rolled to the top of the tender hill, The ship you winged into the regal bay, The sun you alchemied in a whispering still, The heel you drove into stone as into clay, The moon in your thimble, meteor in your dream, School round your dubious, bloody history Curling toward the sun, a scruffy team; A knight in darkness fighting faithfully The dragon wrapped inside his thrusting mind Alarmed, frightened, cunning, clever, strong. Out of nothing designed and yet designed To trap a cosmos in a wind of wrong On a day when fire eats his meat and bread, His future closes like a fist, and a queen is dead. _____ Christopher Bernard’s collection of poems, The Socialist’s Garden of Verses, won a PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award for Literary Excellence and was named one of the “Top Indie Books of 2021” by Kirkus Reviews.