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.
Spring
You are the season of youth, this world will bright,
Fields live in a green world,
I sing for you, pen in hand,
Bring joy to hearts, spring!
Bring confidence to hearts, spring,
Bring peace and harmony, spring,
Come and pick the flowers of goodness, spring,
Bring happiness and joy, spring!
When the apricot blossoms, these gardens are white,
The mountains are full of crimson tulips,
This spring leads to sweet dreams,
Spring is the bride of the seasons.
Aminova Ogiloy was born on October 15, 2008 in the Yoshlik neighborhood of the Tortkol district of the Republic of Karakalpakstan. Young poet and reader. Her creative works have been published in countries such as Turkey, Great Britain, USA, Canada, Australia, Thailand, and India.
TEACHING PROFESSION IN UZBEKISTAN
A teacher is a pedagogue, an employee of the secondary and higher education system, and is engaged in teaching pupils and students.
A teacher, a teacher is a specialist who carries out educational work with students in secondary general education schools, academic lyceums and vocational colleges of various fields.
High School Teachers are called teacher, and pedagogue is also used to refer to teachers. The teaching profession has existed since ancient times as a special type of human activity. Because a
person can continue and develop his life only because of education.
Historical and cultural monuments found in ancient centers of civilization such as Assyria, Babylon, Egypt, Turkestan, India, China show that the teaching profession was formed in these countries in very ancient times. During these times, the most intelligent, experienced people were teaching and they had great privileges over others.
During the period when the society was flourishing, attention to it was high, or the society prospered because the position of the Teacher rose. After the October coup, and in order to fulfill the task of making the masses fully literate, which the Soviets set before them, a systematic training of teachers was launched in Turkestan.
Because there was a need for specialists working in the schools opened all over the country. For this reason, teachers were not involved in the war in the first years of the Soviet government. During the Shura period, when the education system was subordinated to ideology, teachers were turned into a dominant policy-making force. They were involved more than the norm in various ideological, political and organizational activities not directly related to education. Engaging in uncharacteristic activities has led to a decline in the reputation of teachers.
Like other republics of the former Union, in Uzbekistan, from April 10, 1936, the title (specialty) of private teachers was introduced by the Ministry of Education and Culture of the USSR. Since then, a person who has graduated from an educational institution and passed the state exam will be officially given the title of teacher.
After Uzbekistan gained independence, special attention was paid to teacher training. This is reflected in the Education Law (adopted on August 29, 1997) and the National Training Program. In Uzbekistan,
teachers are trained at universities and pedagogic schools. In the course of their pedagogical activity, teachers acquire scientific knowledge and develop their pedagogical skills. A teacher training system has been introduced in the country, every teacher is given the opportunity to receive free pedagogical and methodical support at teacher training institutes. Teachers and Mentors Day is celebrated as a national holiday in Uzbekistan every year on October 1. The republic has such honorary titles as People's Teacher of the Republic of Uzbekistan and Honored Public Education Worker of the Republic of Uzbekistan and Honored Youth Coach of the Republic of Uzbekistan.
Teachers have the shortest working hours and the longest paid vacation. Also, public education for teachers and pedagogical newspapers and magazines, including Marifat in Uzbek, Uchitelskaya Gazeta and Teachers Gazette in Russian, People's Education; Primary Education and Continuing Education and Education Development Journals, and Education and Education Language and Literature Education and pedagogical and methodical literature
are published.
When I came to the higher education institution for the first time, my teacher Iroda Boybekova accepted me. They are very kind and intelligent people. They always help us. I want to be a good teacher like them. Iroda Boybekova is the ideal woman for me. My favorite teachers are Zaynab Egamnazarova and Nafisa Adambayeva. I want to become a teacher like them in the future.
Kurbanova Shakhriyo, Sherali's daughter, was born on May 15, 2004 in the village of Kenguzar, Sariosia District, Surkhandarya Region. The first poetry collection of 2017, "You are the only holy Motherland!" published under her name. Later, the books Magic Pen and Country Gardens were published. Shahriyo Kurbanova is an official member of the international organization Iqro Foundation of India.
CARD 1: Are whirlybirds! No. Why do you hate your Mother, Sonboy? Maybe. The Host of the Lambs. Maybe. We can tell you think you are better than us. No. Give water to the thief on the Lord’s right first. No. The Captain’s a bird. Maybe. Doing this job up Panama mountain. Maybe. I am not so I must be so I am.
CARD 2: We’re just a bank. No. We are not responsible for any of our lands. No. Oh. Maybe. I’m in it firm now. Maybe. Huh. No. Eh, Mister Small, what you need to call off your bark? No. Wheah’ he be Knockie? Maybe. Hey, my hippo. Maybe. I suffer for the sake of Percy ‘cause I’m Percy. No. So. No. Deck We’re dealt.
CARD 3: Rap-bands. Maybe. Nice touch yonder sailor-suit, bah! Maybe. Your entirely-entire line of the usual spew. No. Brainypup Breeding farm. No. Barbazee! Maybe. Thank God it’s a joke. Maybe. Some slimy cosmic law varies everything. No. From cook number one to cook number hey. No. The nonexistent center-point of my sky-high cranium.
CARD 4: His foe is his opposite. Maybe. Now you may sing out your complete version of yourself. Maybe. Please go. No. Your defense rests. No. My children are reduced to consuming orphanage mush three times daily. Maybe. Repairback now to formulate the render upon you. Maybe. The world is indeed a dense place. No. Base trash-mashers. No. Step back let me gag.
CARD 5: Now he will let it go. Maybe. So nod, chew a lip. Maybe. Whatever you do, Captain, gives me another question to say. No. Carve out a round plug with the spade to outline your largening cranial posthole. No. Lets pull that stringy meatlump back inside the out of itself a bit. Maybe. No wait Bezonas Bezono no no wait Bezoni sed ne Stop Povas stop calculating. Maybe. Rudeman Boy or Peanut-Gasman.
CARD 6: Bitching like a hosed-down horny farmbull! No. A lie is just another task to be completed. No. You as a Doctor are not to sicken patients down. Maybe. Great job Mister Renpasta. Maybe. Why is she up there all mounted in that balcony? No. I am just the bloom guy.
CARD 7: Your anchored in silly loose jelly beliefs. No. But then again, I expected that outcome to be. Maybe. Yeah. Maybe. The boss had supplied him with the skill to work entirely by eye. No. I resent this interloper spying. No. Shit job of du wirst die wohning wech seln. Maybe. Seasonal toy factory assembly line. Maybe. Look at that moon—there’s a face.
CARD 8: Lake Superior quick-drying rash-wax. No. Enter the regimented phase of your life. No. Swarming green gillfish. Maybe. Perhaps if he did not automatically recognize her, she’d prove to be someone else. Maybe. A painless death when finally dead, but—in the process of—indescribably cruel. No. Number of aortas in the world. No. Rude boys.
CARD 9: Making babies. Maybe. Adopting dogs. Maybe. Dog shelter roulette wheel. No. Which is more of a roulette wheel. No. Just because Dad hates sausage, you do not lose your natural right to decide on sausage for yourself. Maybe. Even before Sonboy was born they were three. Maybe. Deep in the weeds you may be, but the ground below is solid. No. Calling myself nobody, the best term to use.
CARD 10: Missouri predawn physical training with shooting stars. No. Do not live long enough to die. Maybe. Dad does not like sausages? Maybe. It will never really have happened. No. Globe box under tree—Replogle book came with. No. Stockade fence—party on one side dog walk on other. Maybe. Remco Rocket Cannon. Maybe. Battleships. No. Aircraft carrier. No. Gas station. Maybe. Wedding dress. Maybe. Heavy smell. No. Humid & Hot.
CARD 11: Escape from Doctor Grundig. No. Globe factory. Maybe. Mom met Dad. Maybe. Part two. No. Plywood versus solid wood. No. Globe factory. Maybe. Mom met Dad. Maybe. Part one. No. She makes him breakfast—all is solved! No. Mom and Sonboy—united—all tinychilds are one. Maybe. Maybe. No.
Bio has changed: Jim Meirose’s work has been widely published. His novels include “Sunday Dinner with Father Dwyer”(Optional Books), “Understanding Franklin Thompson”(JEF), “Le Overgivers au Club de la Résurrection”(Mannequin Haus), “No and Maybe – Maybe and No”(Pski’s Porch), “Audio Bookies” (LJMcD Communications), “Et Tu” (C22 press), “The Private Adventures of Fresh Detective Gerdulon” and “The Box” (both fr. Alien Buddha Press). Info: www.jimmeirose.com @jwmeirose
Thanks, 2023!
The year is coming to an end. At the end of each year, the old year is summarized. New plans and dreams are set for the new year. It is a very enjoyable work for me too.
Today, when I look at the past year, I saw a lot of good and bad events. They are all gone and it is impossible to change them. But it is possible to draw the right conclusions from the mistakes of the past year and welcome the new year with strength from the successes.
For the past year, I have tried to achieve my goals as much as I can. Of course, the result is not bad. At the beginning of 2023, my personal book was published in America and was put on sale in 26 countries of the world. It inspired me to create even more. I stepped into the international world. Many of my creative works have been published in international newspapers and magazines. At the same time, I was recognized by the international newspaper "The Daily Global Nation" as an ambassador of international peace. I participated in the II International Congress "Youth Tourism", which left me with beautiful memories and great impressions. I was in the youth circle, in the conversation of my peers.
I actively participated in international conferences and projects.
With my article, I won the 2nd place in the competition of traditional creative works of the Republic of Uzbekistan, "Protect Wealth from Childhood", announced by the favorite newspaper of children and teenagers in Uzbekistan, "Tong Yuzi".
I am happy to say that I spent the year with beautiful memories, kind words, wonderful books and good people. I tried to sweeten myself, my dreams and words, to live happily. So many times I felt infinite gratitude with all my heart. I loved God! There were so many beautiful messages that I cried. I took a risk and trusted him, and it turned out to be good.
But there were many difficulties, problems and worries. I wanted to laugh it all off! I chose long roads and sleepless nights. Because it's all for my future! But I am always grateful to my parents who always supported me in such difficult times. They inspired, gave the best of motivation.
I am very happy now that I am summarizing my two years. I intend to fulfill my intentions next year.
Dear friends, I wish you endless happiness, joy and success in the New Year! Love yourself! Live every moment! If you stay at night work, be fascinated by the beauty of the moon and stars. And don't forget to give thanks for the sun every day!
Shahnoza Ochildiyeva
Uzbekistan❤️
My dearest,
Why be sad on New Year?
Why shed a precious tear?
The end of past is so near
Beginnings can't you hear?
Life may be unfair as it is so
Tonight, let every pain just go
Struggle, disillusion you know
To hopelessness don't kowtow
Tonight, a new cloth to weave
Do not add reasons to grieve
New dream for heart to receive
Just let it go, hope to perceive
Life is beautiful, you must fight
Hold on to your courage tight
Don't underestimate spirit's might
Look forward to Future so bright.
True Gift
A gift is a basket of laughter
Where all good times gather
A gift is a big bowl of smile
Memories more than a mile
A gift is thick bouquet of sigh
Romances flying way up high
A gift is warm blanket of fear
Where rare peace I hold dear
A gift is crystal glass of doubt
Confused as what is life about
A gift is a teacup full of tears
Pains and griefs no one hears
A gift is able to feel the free air
Love anger hope and despair
A gift is chance to live and strive
Despite all continue to thrive
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.
