Destiny

               During my years in college , I went to additional courses in mathematics and physics to enter the University and began to study and prepare . We had a lot of cattle at home , and besides , we were growing cucumbers and tomatoes in our three greenhouses, so I had almost no time to do my tasks at home, and I was doing my tasks in college . In the morning , we used to get up from dawn and first stretch cucumbers, and then we and my mother milked cows . Both my mother and I were very snoring in the morning . Then my mother went to the market to sell cucumbers , and I went to another market to sell milk yoghurts . In the morning I bought milk at the market and went to my aunt’s house near the college . I would eat breakfast there, throw the milk bottles in their house, and break into college .To be honest, I was not respected much in college and I spent my time only preparing lessons. Every day my brothers would go to play video games or play football and spend their time in this place. On one of the usual days, it was our group leader’s lesson, and I was always busy with tasks.              

After some time, the noise of my group mates got louder, naturally our teacher got very angry and started cursing everyone. I didn’t know why I looked bad in his eyes, he began to scold me more. Although I was sitting quietly in class, our teacher began to scold me for being quiet. Rosa scolded her and finally said, get it together, these are your math and physics courses, you won’t be able to enter the university anyway. At that time, I wanted to beat my teacher to death, but I restrained myself. A long time passed, I graduated from college and applied to the university. The day of the exam was fixed and I went to the exam with my mother. The exam was as expected, but full of excitement. Now I started waiting for the exam results. And the expected days came, and I was on the list of those who entered the university, but the payment was based on a contract. People in my house were very happy and said that great victories are waiting for you.

          After a long wait, I went to the university, where we were divided into groups, and soon I was chosen as the group captain. As my parents said, after that, I started to win one after another. I remember very well, it was winter days, but I saw the students in their usual uniforms and my head was very beautiful. On the same day, they took me and other talented students of the university to a meeting with the governor of the region. We were very happy and sat in the front rows. In the middle of the event, I was going out to drink water, and suddenly I saw my teacher who taught me in college, yes, of course, he was the same teacher who told me that you cannot enter the university. He was shocked and after a while he said what are you doing here. I proudly said that they brought the talented students of the university to the meeting with the mayor and that I was among them. But what my teacher said to me could not be said.

My country, don't be fooled by your beauty
The steps are on the path of the lovulas,
My eyes rejoice in the reflection of your gaze
Your name Uzbek is on my face.
Sometimes, I think in the quiet night,
Maybe life is what you miss
On the day I lived with sweet longing,
Your glorious history written in verses.

Yes, I praise your beauty
Again, I applaud your honor
I can't get enough of praising that garden of yours
The Motherland, which I cherish in the depths of my heart.
Maybe I won't write poems about you
I don't write books like great poets,
Maybe my ink pens are weak
But, in my heart, you are always the Motherland.

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Did my talking shut the Door?
  And when I walk away
       will you understand?

Our taste is shared until
          the fear steals the
                     resonance.

And as the Door swings
         I see you Reaching
            Beyond the slam

Somehow it makes sense
    to gently place my
     Palm on the
      Door &
feel what we
                still share.

      I AM feeling a mirror
of myself that is freely &
       individually in Both of us

 Something  Wonderful !

I just think now,
           It was the Wind
      that caught the Door
  for separated by Laminates
   of grain & structure
Keeps each well at Heart

     Nothing  is  Wasted .
Love is in the Free essence
Drawn, inspired & inspires
               on any
with the Blessing that find

the quiet awakens the Hearts
       often standing in
             diversity.
    "Bring the Good", 
        my Heart springs.

            rest
               I AM Well.
       The Door that slams
Has no walls around its 
Frame.
        Infinite is in every
     newness to prepare
          comfortably,  Freely,
               in LOVE. 





by  John Edward Culp 
       Sunday morning 
      January 7, 2024

Awaiting Summer

Take me to Summer's show
Where the sea breeze blow
And sunshine glow
To where butterflies fly
Clouds swim in the sky
And no goodbye
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer's fun, fun, fun
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer is fun! 
Come join and dance with me
Swing your hips with glee
No stinging bee
Summer heat that can't burn
Where snowflakes can turn
Hi! How ya durn?
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer's fun, fun, fun
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer is fun! 
Awaiting Summer's fun
Spring's dragging its run
Winter's just gone
Come, let's dance as we wait
Have iced chocolate
Summer comes late
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer's fun, fun, fun
A-Waiting Summer's fun
Summer is fun!


Great Wind at My Back

May the Great Wind be at my back
Feet not hindered by petty setback
May Great Wind stir gently the pool
Like silken thread around the spool
Will the Great Wind send me back
To jungleland from Eden’s outback
How the Great Wind stir the pool
Tighten thread tensed in the spool
Give me wisdom what to pack
Strenght to carry my backpack
Let not past be just memories full
Of anger and grief make one fool
May Great Wind blow at my back
Feet pushed forward beyond track
May Great Wisdom push and pull
Weave silk threads from thick wool
May the Great Wind be at my back
Feet not hindered by petty setback
May Great Wind stir gently the pool
Like silken thread around the spool
Will the Great Wind send me back
To jungleland from Eden’s outback
How the Great Wind stir the pool
Tighten thread tensed in the spool
Give me wisdom what to pack
Strenght to carry my backpack
Let not past be just memories full
Of anger and grief make one fool
May Great Wind blow at my back
Feet pushed forward beyond track
May Great Wisdom push and pull
Weave silk threads from thick wool

Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila, Philippines. She has worked as a retired language instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, poetry is life and life is poetry. 

Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for truth in pursuit of equality and proper stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.

Navruz is a holiday of life and renewal»

            Mamatova Laylo Ulugbek’s daughter

                                                         Shahrisabz State Pedagogical Institute

                                   2nd level student of the «Languages» faculty

      Scientific supervisor: T. Musurmanov

Teacher of the Department of Foreign Languages of SHDPI

          Annotation: In this article, the essence of «Navroz», a national and ancient holiday of the Turkic peoples, the time of its emergence and the processes of celebration, the sources written about it in the Middle Ages, and the events held in connection with the holiday, as well as Navroz in the years of independence. The researcher commented on the attention paid to the  holiday.

         Key words: New day, Turkic people, UNESCO, UN, national heritage, historical sources, ancient traditions, years of independence.

Spring is the flower of the seasons, the season of awakening. The whole being, mother nature, lives and renews itself. There is a living creature that can enjoy the birth of a new day. It is not for nothing that Turkic people also celebrate Navruz holiday, that is, the birth of a new day, in the spring season. The term «Navroz» is composed of two Persian words, «nav» – new, «roz» – day, meaning «new day». Navruz is the most popular and beautiful holiday of the Turkic people. According to historians, the history of this holiday is more than 3 thousand years. Navruz is mainly celebrated on the vernal equinox. Navruz is a symbol of the rebirth of nature, the season of renewal and living. On this day, the ancient traditions and national traditions of our people, which have acquired a new color, are revived. Navruz holiday is celebrated in our country as a symbol of prosperity, peace, harmony, international harmony and tolerance, a real eastern holiday that awakens goodness in our hearts. During the years of independence, Navruz was recognized as a national holiday. In 2009, Navruz holiday was included in the list of intangible cultural heritage of humanity by UNESCO. In 2010, the UN General Assembly announced March 21 as the International Navruz Day and called on all countries to widely promote this ancient holiday in the world.

Navruz is one of the oldest holidays in history. According to historical sources, Navruz is a traditional holiday whose history goes back thousands of years. March 21 is the equinox day. On this day, several people of the Northern Hemisphere celebrate Navruz as a holiday. Among them are the Turks, Turkmen, Tajiks, Uzbeks, Kyrgyz, Karakalpaks, Kazakhs, Tatars, Georgians, Persians, Kurds, Azerbaijanis, Afghans and Albanians in the Motherland and the Balkans.

Navruz folk songs such as «Navroz», «Sumalak», «Boychechak», «Binafsha», «Muborakabad» are popular in Uzbekistan today. Navroz tunes are now sung at local national and even international concerts. -songs are available. In addition, the Afghan song «Mulla Mamajon» is very popular and is sung in Mazar-e-Sharif, Iran, and Tajikistan. Navruz is also celebrated in Uzbekistan as one of the national holidays. March 21 has been declared a holiday.

                                                       References:

1. http://www.elib.buxdu.uz/index.php/pages/referatlar-mustaqil-ish-kurs-ishi/item/13826-navro-z-milliy-bayrami

2. https://cemc.uz/uz/page/575/navrozni-nishonlash

3. https://uz.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Navro%CA%BBz

4. https://new.tdpu.uz/news/376

I'm tired mom

Although my face is smiling, my eyes are not smiling
For some reason, I'm a little tired, mom
My patience is running out
How long will you be patient mother?

I'm really tired of being patient
Mother's heart ached a little
I have some friends
What a funny mother

I shouldn't laugh now
Mother with a heart turned to stone
Your happy girl is now
Mother can't be happy at all


Toshtemirova Dildora Hakim qizi .
Born in Uzbekistan in 2008.

The Broken Bell and The Death of Goodness

The lady asks the man serving the food why the container is only half full. He looks at her annoyed and remarks, ‘I do my best,’ and walks away. It’s obvious to everyone that it’s far from anybody’s best. Not long from there three men harass an actual security guard. ‘How much money do you make?’ He tells them it’s none of their business. Then they move on and try to speak to two women but the women won’t give them any attention, so low is their vibration and problematic their aura. Everyone is sullen and hardly anybody wants to be there. The place is almost empty. I remember the old man whose truck was stalled and nobody would help him in the cold and wind and snow with night approaching. I tried to help him but had difficulties. I am not a mechanic. A lady approaches me and looks at my coffee. I figure it’s not allowed. ‘Can I have the coffee here,’ I ask. ‘You can have the coffee. It’s that I am dying for a coffee also.’ She waits for an answer. I don’t know if she wants me to buy her a coffee. Outside I can see the night, the lights. There was a bread shop that used to donate to the homeless shelter where I worked. I notice it’s gone. I remember the shelter, for there were doors that looked as if they had spirits inside them, and there were many, many good men. And the shelter sat away from the lonesome one lane highway upon the top of a hill. I began work and you had to work part time to begin then, or I did, but I worked 88 hours a pay period which was 8 more hours than the full timers. And I learned much from everyone around me, and I learned many things about life but there is always much more to learn. Outside the window the wind blows cold and that particular town is dirty, grimy. There is some kind of bell affixed to a post. Maybe it is a Christmas bell. But the bell is broken. It’s inside must have fallen out, its ‘heart’ so to speak. The bell is then a shell. It has no heart. But who cares about the poor bell? Nobody. There isn’t even anybody around. The lights that guide the traffic turn. The ones that don’t, well they remain a rueful melancholic yellow. The radio said that storms will arrive. Storms. Ice. Hail. Colder air. As if the world there hadn’t enough trouble already. As if it needed more.