Poetry from John Edward Culp



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Where nature walks 
    If a tree falls 
       but no one listens
           then there is no peer review 

Sometimes attention catches natural presence,
   like flowing water turns the mill's wheel 
       to bring flour from grain. 

            The kitchen supplies 
                      find
                 peer review 
            at the dining center. 

Who's is speaking?
 
My Heart Speaks!

Love has an invitation open to its Kind.

The peer within 
    as freelance
         expressing 
            found standing in faith

The forest speaks where faith raises ears

The fallen tree,
   Bless Thy Heart
       May seed freshen 
           Soils and sun share the expression!

Where nature walks






by  John Edward Culp 
       Friday morning 
      October 27, 2023



                                                                                         




Poetry from Azemina Krehic

Young Central Asian woman with long dark brown hair, brown eyes, lipstick, a gray jacket and low necked green blouse, with a lake and buildings and trees behind her.
MULBERRY TREE 

Mulberry trees should not be planted near the house, 
Not even a walnut tree. 

Their veins are demonic 
And if they scatter, the house will ensure to stay deserted... 

In the morning, the mulberry tree was wounded. 

Shadow lay dead beneath him for hundreds of lost birds. 

Only goats ate his flickering tops, 
Which are until yesterday 
It could only be reached with the eyes... 


Azemina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia. Winner of several international awards for poetry, including: Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019.,„Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020. Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021. „Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022. She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.

Story from Begim Khadjieva

Young Central Asian girl in a tee shirt with a flower on it in black and white. She's in a park at night in front of a fence, flowers, grass and a hiking path.
Begim Khadjieva
HOSPITALITY

I came to school very early that day. I went to a teahouse to pass the time. When I looked, a plate of "gumma" was placed in front of me, and my neighbor Abdullah, who studied one grade above me, was sitting.
"If you're hungry, bon appetite," I said sarcastically.
Hey, Aziz, you came on time; who can I invite? He stood up and pointed to
the chair next to him. I hesitated.
"Don't hesitate; there will be more than both of us," he said with a smile.
For example, like those who are hungry,
 I am on duty at school today. I have to come early and leave after everyone
else. I wasn't hungry. But many are doing it. 
Let's sit and eat before it gets cold.
"Now I'm eating the food with appetite; two more classmates came to help 
me... After we were full, we thanked Abdullah and got up. Abdullah went to ring 
the entrance bell.
                 
We have a wonderful friend; he is very generous, - said Botir.
Even if I don't eat at home, I'm not afraid of going hungry. I trust Abdullah, - 
said Hojiakbar.
"A great boy, no problems, a real gentle and kind boy," my classmates said. 
I agreed with them and nodded my head.
But then I thought: Is Abdullah doing the right thing? After all, he is not making money yet. He sometimes takes money from his elderly grandmother, sometimes from his father. Abdullah has a big family. He is survived by three brothers. Therefore, if he spares the elders and does not ask for money in vain, his father's money will be saved. And the saved money will be spent on the kindergarten of his brothers to cover their lack of livelihood!
Isn't that so? What do you think, dear reader?

Poetry by Duane Vorhees

To deflesh,

the shaman,

the seer,

the mystic

lacerates,

purges,

starves,

punishes,

isolates

the body

of the self.


The poet,

inventor,

entrepreneur

concentrates

the body

of the self

on the solution

of a problem

like a laser

microscope,

to deflesh.


An ordinary,

to deflesh,

removes from

the flesh

of the body

by reading,

by dreaming,

by jogging,

by gaming,

by giving,

by loving.


SACRIFICES, ALL


That pilot brags about

the size of his payload

and he forgets about

chasing a horizon.


He imagines himself

to be a volcano.

Will you permit yourself,

then, to be the virgin?


Oh, those gladiolas

that brightened Pilate’s halls,

like those gladiators,

distractions from trials.


RICHARD FIRST


Across geographies

maintaining emperors

by cults and soldiery


has been a commonplace

matter of procedure

against the populace.


Richard had good PR

since he was popular

among the troubadours.


And today, presidents

who can stay in power

are liked by journalists.



SIGNS


The philosophers,

poets, and scholars,

workers of the mind,

invented Mankind.


They made Being firm

by creating terms

and categories,

the mythic stories,

right words and patterns:


They shaped God Saturn

and then mere planet:

Elements: Senates:

Beauty: Gram: Language:

Society: Beige:

History; Prisms:

Patriotism:

Sin: Geography:

Self: Heredity:

Time: The unconscious.....

The list is endless.


These concepts define

our world by their signs.


THE CONJUGATION OF AGING


Years are no series of jumps across gulfs.

We pass through life on a conveyor belt,

paying little notice to the timelets

that pace our course on the running machine.


We only slowly accept we're the guests

of Is, Are, Was, Were, Be, Being, and Been.

Our exercise machine slows then ends

before we realize we've reached the When.

Poetry from Noah Berlatsky

Too Late

I have not been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
I have not been nominated for Best of the Net.
I am not an American Book Award.
I am not a MacArthur Grant.
I still haven’t been nominated for Best of the Net.
No Pulitzer. No Ruth Lilly. No Robert Frost medal.
No Pushcart Prize. No Pushcart Prize.
I do not teach. I have no residency.
I have not won the award you have not heard of.
When I write my poem on paper
the paper’s value plummets.
The paper is useless garbage.
I am a font of useless garbage.
My arms twist like twisting things, my legs twist
like twisting things.
My head tips back, my mouth opens
and useless garbage pours out.
It will drown the world.
They will give me a prize to stop.
A special prize for stopping the poetry.
But it is too late.

Poetry from Aasma Tahir

Young South Asian woman with light skin, dark sunglasses, short black hair, and a yellow blouse sitting inside a car.
The Last Resort of Love 

The sand laden winds, 
Lacerate wounds of the heart, 
The chain of breath snaps, 
How much indignant is the harsh wind. 
  
O! The last resort of love, 
Take me along to such a beach, 
Where I may wash mistiness of my heart, 
So that dust of the brutal city, 
May vanish from the mirror, 
And I should keep on running for a long time 
Towards a far off of land, to a green forest. 
So that I may get out 
Of clutches of the demolishing city, 
Trampling all memories and promises,  
Far away from the city splashed with 
The pollution of heart and mind.   

The wind beckons me 
Humming the song of peace and love, 
To put on my soul the silk of consolation.


Aasma Tahir is a poetess from Lahore, Pakistan. She is a poetess of English and Urdu both. She has done Masters in English Literature. She is the member of World Nations Writers’ Union. Her writings have been published in several Anthologies and national and international literary magazines and websites. Recently her poetry book “A Lantern in the Forest” has been published.
Her interview along with fifteen English poems have been selected in an Anthology “Postmodern Voices” published from India. 
As an internationally recognized poetess, she recently achieved membership of World Nation Writers’ Union, Kazakhistan and an award “Paragon of Hope” awarded by World Nations Writers’ Union.
She was invited in World Peace Summit, Nigeria by World Institute for Peace to present her poetry.

Her English poem “Woman of Art” has been selected in an Anthology of English Poetry ‘Emerging Horizons’ published from India.
Moreover, her English poem “Blood Festival” has been selected in an Anthology ‘Jallianwala Bagh Poetic Tributes’ published from India. Her poems “Daemonic Tales”, “Breathing in Love” and “Imitation of Life” have been published in  BHARATHVISION.INFO (online magazine, affiliated with ‘Motivational Strips’). Her acrostic poem “Romance” got the first position in Tunision Asian Poetry contest and received winner certificate.

Moreover, her English poems “A New Moon of the Deep Chasm”, “Imitation of Life” and “The Lost File of Love” have been published by Sir Sajid Hussain in his book ‘A Bouquet of Triple Colours’.
Furthermore, her several poems have been translated in Bangla language and published in the newspaper ‘The Daily Gour Bangla’.

Essay from Bakhtiyorova Gavkhar

Young Central Asian woman with dark black hair, brown eyes, earrings and a white tee shirt.




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Seal for the Denou Institute of Entrepreneurship and Pedagogy. Green circle around a blue and yellow image of a book and a graduation cap. Green text reads DTPI and 2020.

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