I am not a person who is easily forgotten
One day I will go, I will go to the sky
The distant sky is calling me.
But you will write my name in your heart
I am not a person who is easy to forget.
I will never leave you alone without disappearing in your dreams
You heart is broken, there is no cure.
But you won't find it, then it's too late
I am not a person who is easy to forget
When those you trust leave you
When your heart is broken by the unfaithful.
You still remember a lot when your heart beats
I am not a person who is easy to forget
One day they will pierce your heart like a blade,
Missing hurts your heart every day.
But it will be late now, I won't be there that day
I am not a person who is easy to forget.
You can't let it go now,
You can't take your eyes off of me.
It's never too late, you can't forget.
I am not a person who is easy to forget
I AM FROM UZBEKISTAN
I am your poet child
If you give me wings, I will fly to the sky
Mother says I love my country
My voice is ringing today.
Make a pen and paper an excuse
Expressing my love from the bottom of my heart
My blood flows in my veins
My homeland is connected to your veins.
You are burning in my heart
I will not write you poems
That's when my pen broke
I'd rather go beyond Sharia.
How would my Uzbeg describe you?
The pen is incapable of writing your tariff
Only one pain remained in my heart
My name as a poet is painful.
Adhamova Laylo Akmaljon qizi
The conversations I started in a good mood are going well.
If I start in a bad mood, it doesn't go far. The target is not being reached.
Posts written in a good mood are useful.
Even the neighborhood newspaper is boring to write in a bad mood.
I learn when I read a book in a good mood.
If I read in a bad mood, I fall asleep.
A disaster, an unexpected problem, the mistakes of others - many things are beyond our sphere of influence. We cannot control.
We can control our good mood. The decision that affects our lives the most is our mood.
Choose to be in a good mood. The rest will come by itself.
Espresso and Tequila
Like espresso and tequila our
love is a warm thirst to the spirit.
You make me remember all of
the blessings and memories we have.
Dreaming of you is as a lover
flying above a sky made of water.
Your scent is the air of lusty touch,
and the breathe for the thirsty tongue.
The world is made from a beautiful star,
so your heart must be my homeland.
We kissed and cuddled on the longest
night of the year, we didn’t open wounds.
Don’t measure, just break my boundaries.
This pack of cigarettes heals me from my
my long glowing silence and rusty misery.
Take a sip of my liquor and smile on my aches.
In The Midst Of My Sorrows
When I write about freedom, it’s not
not a statement against any civilian.
Bullets and gravestones made me laugh
about how my grandpa judge life as a joke.
My friend tells me that I should learn to
say no, does that mean I should under_
_line every drunken moments of loneliness,
and turn them into a thick hanging cords.
My name never appears on your readings,
Some soft hands have become more dusty
I wonder if I should leave and let them inhale
all the leftover breathes of this mad universe.
There is no hope from the past, but why do
I need to feel optimistic about today’s battles?
With both of my hands, I’m writing day and night
of how relaxing I am not in the midst of my sorrows.
12/24/2023
B.H.P
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Kiss of the Morning Wind
The timelessness of the horizon
And the endless joy of becoming
Part of humanity’s quiet overtures;
Ringing in the quiet mornings
Like bells in life’s carillon towers.
All the depth of love and caring
Steps forth on the balcony of life;
Singing in the voice of ageless beauty
Sending arias of love to far off stars;
And walking among the lilies in gardens,
Wild with nature’s indescribable beauty
Caressing the souls of callous dreamers
Who hum to the birds of first light.
Awaken now, sweet youth of dawn
Hold the day like a newborn child,
Tenderly aware of its fragile beauty;
Treasure every hour; every moment
Life smiles on your ageless face;
Savor the warmth of love’s sweetness
When the morning wind kisses your lips.
Beyond Now
Night enfolds me like your arms in my dreams.
Shadows whisper with the echoes of your voice
Nearly asleep in heavens far from reaching;
But waiting; waiting; searching the brightness
Of distant stars singing past me in night’s stillness.
Heaven is but a word – silent and deep, beautiful
Beyond earthly hopes and cares, a place
Of lovelight shining from your eyes, touching
The core of life with the fingertips of desire
To be with you in mists spanning time;
Spanning thought; being bound to you
In ways of the soul and the timelessness
Of an ever-expanding completeness
Of infinity’s ways to conquer time
And be with you beyond this vale of now.
Annie Johnson is 84 years old. She is Shawnee Native American. She has published two, six hundred-page novels and six books of poetry. Annie has won several poetry awards from world poetry organizations including; World Union of Poets; she is a member of World Nations Writers Union; has received the World Institute for Peace award; the World Laureate of Literature from World Nations Writers Union and The William Shakespeare Poetry Award. She received a Certificate and Medal in recognition of the highest literature from International Literary Union for the year 2020, from Ayad Al Baldawi, President of the International Literary Union. She has three children, two grandchildren, and two sons-in-law. Annie played a flute in the Butler University Symphony. She still plays her flute.
One day, a person from the House of Mercy and Generosity came to our school and told us to write a letter to the children there. We came with our classmates to write letters to our peers there. I started to write a letter, but for some reason I got discouraged. I thought that whatever I write, whatever I write will make them happy. Then I finished the beautiful lines and sent my precious bead inside the letter.
A few days later, I received a reply to my letter. He wrote my name on the letter and sent it. Reading the letter, I was very moved. I started thinking about them from that day. How wonderful it is to listen to children in need and their dreams and hopes.
They are always waiting for their parents to come to where
they live. They do not stop hoping. We should learn patience from them.
When they looked out of the window, they saw their parents holding their children for a walk, carrying ice cream.
They look with envy at those who walk. Among these children, there are no children who are hopeless and have lost their desire for life. They dream that their loved ones will come for so many years. But it is natural for them to become uninterested in life after it is no longer useful. They promise themselves that they will never leave their child here!!!
There are no people who do not let them have such hopes. Among us are kind and generous people who bring gifts and money for them.\
Seeing their kindness, the children say that when they grow up, they will extend my hands of love and generosity to children like these people. A child is the greatest blessing of God.....!
God entrusts the child to people as a TRUST.
But BETRAYING DEPOSIT is a big sin....
Think twice before abandoning your child. A child is a blessing created from your body and soul. He is the successor of your lineage, the builder of the foundation of the future. Do not break their dreams and happiness. Don't give children the world - children will give you the world...
Only if you stand in front of them with strength and confidence.
