MOTHER
Have you ever been in debt beyond your ability to pay?
That's what I owed to my MOM!!!
First I took a life, then I got endless love, I got youth, health, a beautiful figure, and beauty...
How about a replacement??? Instead, I got on his nerves by being manly and capricious. And then I got all my black hair by talking about my ridiculous problems, pains, and expenses... In exchange for all that I got, my mother asked God in every prayer for me to laugh, not to feel pain, to be happy, not for herself...
My mother, what a miracle you are. We were happy for each age, not because you are getting older, but because my child is getting older. The only thing worth saying for what we have received from you is our love, we loved you very much. We can't pretend it's youth or stubbornness, but we love you so much, mom!
I asked God to stay with me all my life, bless us and make our lives beautiful. Today I praise God for creating me as your child, for giving me a mother like you... I'm fine... I'm fine Without MOTHER
Author Bakhora Bakhtiyorova Asliddin Daughter
Αbout poetry
Poetry
Is a very demanding woman
She knows how powerful are the words
They can win a war
The right verses must be used
Poetry
Needs loyal men
Needs time
And caring
As you take a white paper
And you give your self
Creating sentences
With your heart
A woman need so
Much caring
As the poem
Is ready
To come out of your
Stomach
Or your heart
Feelings Never spoken
Feelings never shared
A woman was never loved...
Poetry
It is the way
We see love
Ourselves
Be loved
Wishes to become true
Poetry
Is our freedom.....
...
We have asked not to be forgotten....
But we forget to live
We forget to love
We forget to say hello and thank you to people they were there for us!!
We asked to be patient
We have asked to be kind
But they never teach us about the selfish person
The evil people
They snakes they are among us
That are waiting for our moments
The small moments
To come
And destroy
We have asked to believe in ourselves
We have asked to be positive
But they never explained that
We will be the only that we must do that
As people are occupied with make war
Make money
Have power
I do what they asked but i walk forgotten....
In the battle field...
Lost Eagle
An eagle wants to soar the sky
Yet overwhelmed by the vastness high
Desire to be out of cage so free
Need to be warm and safe in a nest be
An eagle warmed by the golden sun
Yet rash and burns never been fun
Cravings for the sweetness of nectar
Detest the addiction with no holds bar
An eagle flying for desired goal
Yet struggle with currents running afoul
Fight routes twisting gone hayway
Lost in heaven's blind maze way
An eagle no different from the eaglet
An egg lain for business not nature set
Searching beyond reason's mystery
Yet know its wings has no sanctuary
An eagle forever wishing the sky
Yet caged in anchored from flying high
Desire surgeing wanting to be free
Quite contrarily needing the security in a nest be
Silent Lamb
Scorching wind lashed on the tattered skin
Not to cool but burn right down one's shin
Breeze unwelcomed, fiery ember's kin
On opened wound, awashed in biting hot gin
Light bouncing off a discarded serrated tin
Lazer torch slicing a rotten fleshy bin
Pricking a human bag thousands of a pin
Memories battled, all virtues and one great sin
Heavy log burdened a bloody shoulder
Naked heels on sharp path of crushed boulder
Passage unyielding, shaky feet flounder
Entertainment, for bloodlust to plunder
Sweat and blood to cool a disfigured face
Spittle and slaps, adornment of disgrace
Time and Death impatient in the race
Such a slow, grueling journey pace
So far and yet so near, the goal of a hill
A place where justice is vexed nil
Iron nails hammered flesh holes to drill
Sturdy post raised up, viewers had their fill
Thunder sounds the sky did rend
Shakes and quakes through the ground earth send
Angry insults and curses haters tend
Yet the slaughtered lamb remained silent...
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.
Trump in Chains
It is well posed,
one must give the devil credit:
defiance shouts, frozen in fury,
at the top of grievance,
as petulant as it is silent;
the furious eye, triumphant in mockery,
disdains the camera and, through its harsh lens,
you.
But there is no gratification.
A dull ache, sequela from a blow,
taken long ago,
swells in the soul
of even the most opposed
when faced with this
humiliation.
No: no gratification,
only sorrow
at this portrait
of the folly of mankind
at war with itself, nature, and the gods,
taken in the bowels of a southern jail.
There, but for the grace of the devil,
go I.
Christopher Bernard's collection The Socialist's Garden of Verses won a PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award and was named one of the "Top 100 Indie Books of 2021" by Kirkus Reviews. His two books "for children and their adults," If You Ride a Crooked Trolley . . . and The Judgment of Biestia, the first in the series Otherwise - will be published in November 2023.
Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of the Peace Corps memoir “Fiesta of Sunset,” and his debut poetry collection is due out later this year.
Desire
-------------------
She is
in
my heart,
and
my heart is
in
her fist,
I want
to hold
her hand
forever!
□
Tide of Sensations
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Heart is
broken
Like
a glass bowl,
The tide of
sensations is
making an uproar!
□
Rather
-------------------
Neither
need to be
excited
Nor to be
overjoyed
It's not the ending
rather the autumn.
Let the new leaves come!
□
To Ease the Pain
-------------------
Mind is
restless,
stream of ideas is
endless,
in an attempt
to ease the pain,
I have
befriended
nature!
□
Connection
-------------------
In each and every particle
of the macrocosm,
You have dissolved
as sandalwood!
The magical connection
of two souls is peerless!!
□
Brief Biography: Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer
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Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer is a poet, critic, reviewer, editor and multi-prize winner. He is bilingual and writes in English & Hindi. His literary works are characterized by a high degree of creativity and authenticity. He has edited about two dozen literary books and several magazines. His poetry has been published in various literary national and international magazines, journals, anthologies and websites. He has won many awards in the field of poetry and literature. His poems have been translated into Chinese, Greek, German, French, Spanish, Azerbaijani, Arabic, Italian, Serbian, Croatian, Portuguese, Nepali, Punjabi & some other languages. He is the editor of Micropoetry Cosmos and the associate editor of The Voice of Creative Research. He was declared a Literary Icon in December 2018 by the TV program 'You and Literature Today' from Nigeria. His poems were read on The Dear John Show of Warrington, England. He is an inspiration for budding poets. He is a Ph.D. in Archaeology and is currently working as a Government Teacher.
- Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer
Fatehpur, Uttar Pradesh, India
Email: veershailesh@gmail.com
LOVE SET FIRE ON ME…
The love has set fire on me,
I burnt in sparkles, did you see?
You can see the dance of fire,
Won’t you come to rescue me?
Or, are you afraid of fire?
Can’t you come to me closer?
I fell like sky into your world
Which was quiet like the water.
Dry and wet on fire now,
Here, we burning face to face.
We are growing beautifully
In this awesome fireplace.
Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumovna (February 15, 1973) was born in Uzbekistan. Studied at the Faculty of Journalism of Tashkent State University (1992-1998). She took first place in the competition of young republican poets (1999). Four collections of poems have been published in Uzbekistan: “Leaf of the Heart” (1998), “Roads to You” (1998), “The Sky in My Chest” (2007), “Lovely Melodies” (2013). She wrote poetry in more than ten genres. She translated some Russian and Turkish poets into Uzbek, as well as a book by Yunus Emro. She lived as a political immigrant with her family for five years in Turkey and five years in Ukraine. Currently lives in Switzerland. Married, mother of five children. It was not possible to publish poems and translations written by the poet in the next ten years.
