the derkes sea, hard no sound piece or clam to found
coul and tamoil spinning round
from blow light biging to raise.
I was lost but returned with strength.
Found a fact of life fill truth in lose.
Asma’u Sulaiman is a poet from Gombe State, Nigeria. I lives with my brothers and sisters in a close-knit family rooted in love and culture. My father, Sulaiman Ibrahim, and mother, Aishatu Sule, have been strong influences in my life. I finds inspiration in my surroundings and expresses my thoughts, dreams, and values through poetry. With a voice both humble and reflective, I uses my writing to explore themes of identity, hope, and purpose. My work reflects a deep sense of awareness and a passion for storytelling.
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in the suburbs, probably forever. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, Mad Swirl, Yellow Mama and Horror Sleaze Trash. You can find him most days taking care of his disabled mother, wondering which of them will die first. He has a blog, evil delights, he sometimes writes on, given a few free seconds here and there. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
1-Please share your thoughts about the future of literature.
When u start writing?
Bahar BÜKE: I have been interested in poems and writing poetry since I was a child.
Poetry is also like a brain gymnastics. It improves the ability to think about the harmony of words, descriptions, deep meanings and also empathy. It imposes compassion and love. Humanity really needs it. Therefore, the poem must spread quickly. It is necessary to especially encourage the new generation of young people. Words have power. There are some poems that are like advice. Some make it sad, some poetry gives hope. Therefore, poetry is the virtue of being human.
It is not possible to say anything clear about the future of literature, but there will definitely be those who serve literature after us as before us.
The presence of young writers and poets is very promising for the future of literature.
2- The good and the Bad.Who is winning in nowadays?
Bahar BÜKE: I know there are really strong pens that can’t make your voice heard.
It is my only wish that efforts are valued.
It takes a lot of effort for success. Let the success of the real workers, not the strong one..
3- How many books have you written.And where can we find your books
Bahar BÜKE: My poetry book called “The Woman in a Black Coat” is my first and only printed book. It is on sale on the sites of my publisher (Ange Publications) and all elite bookstores in Turkey, especially Amazon.
I’m preparing the second book. My file is almost ready, I’m waiting for the right time for the publication of my second book. I’m not in a hurry. Because my poems are already on newspapers, literature magazines and literature websites. It is often read by professional poetry interpreters on poetry radios.
4- The books E book or Hardcover book . What will be the future?
Bahar BÜKE: E-book is like a blessing of the digital age, but I still prefer to read by smelling books and turning the pages. Unfortunately, the economic fluctuation in the world also affects publishing houses and printing. This situation causes some writers/poets to prefer e-books.
5- A wish four 2025. A phrase from your book.
Bahar BÜKE: I hope poetry spreads to the souls of all the people of the world like a virus. It evokes emotions such as empathy, compassion, friendship and brotherhood.
It is a quote from my poem “The Woman in a Black Coat”, which I named my book: “The rain falls into the foggy, hazy streets of the dark city
And a woman in a black coat is alone on the streets
The wind caresses her hair on the sidewalk while walking
Tears are flowing from his eyes, he kisses his cheeks
Even if he erases it with his occasional trembling hands
His eyes are quite persistent…”
…” Every story has a soul. That soul is reached with the eye of the heart. Open the eyes of your heart, open it so that the world becomes beautiful, open it so that your world becomes beautiful”
Thank you so much
Bahar BÜKE: thank you very much.
Long live literature
Long live poetry
Long live art
Turkish writer/poet Bahar Önen BÜKE was born on March 6, 1984 in Balıkesir / Turkey. She is the author of the poem book “The Woman in the Black Coat”. She is published in many literature magazines and literature websites with her poems. At the same time, with her author identity, she meets the reader with his culture, art, literature and magazine news on news websites and printed newspapers. Author Bahar BÜKE, who said “Poetry is my way of life”, has recently been preparing for her second book. She continues to actively serve Turkish poetry literature.
The Flowerless Spring Oh spring! Beloved spring! Don’t ask me without flowers I and flowers are in the same vase Believe me! Believe me!! Oh spring! Dear spring! Don’t love me without love I and love are twins Trust me! Trust me!! Oh spring! Musical spring! Don’t invite me without the tune of dream I and tune live in heart Stay here! Stay here!! Oh spring! Sincere spring! Come here with words of heart Your words are my words Make me dreamy! Make me dreamy!! Oh spring! Caring spring! Hold my time with silver moon The moonlit nights are my pen’s verses Give your hand! Give your hand!! Oh spring! The queen of love l just miss you I need you to compose a poem Give me rain! Give me rainbow!! Oh spring! Lovely spring! Love is not in the rest Hear the song of the rivers Make me flowery! Make me flowery!! Oh spring! Sweetest spring! I need a tiny hut of poems We will get lost there To search the light of love. Bless me! Bless me!!
I hear the silence of the water in every morning walk.
A tree communicates with another tree through its roots and I feel their heart beat as I embrace that tree.
I belong to nature as nature lives under my skin.
I fly with the eagles.
I run with the lions.
I play with the elephants in the mud.
I am a bridge between the perfect and imperfect.
I am the image of the beauty and the dark.
As I am guilty for burning the tree without a warning.
I cut the trees and I make a home.
I eat the fishes on my plate.
I am the most dangerous animal of all and nature keeps supporting me in so many different and extraordinary ways.
That (is) the difference between human and nature.
I am not the creator but i am that little bee that trying for days to put the nectar in the nest of the Queen. I was only a small ant that was looking for food.
I am the perfect and imperfect nature that will become the Dreamland of every living being
I start to forgive this imperfect world and spread a new message of kindness and generosity.
Nature teaches me to be free but not greedy.
To be open but not manipulated.
To be the real me in any circumstances and accept my responsibilities.
Nature only teaches us how we can understand ourselves and become real.
The pureness is not easy but it is not impossible.
EVA Petropoulou Lianou
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Θέμα: Nature….. translation
_Natura_
Sento il silenzio dell’acqua in ogni passeggiata mattutina.
Un albero comunica con un altro albero attraverso le sue radici e sento il battito del suo cuore mentre abbraccio quell’albero.
Appartengo alla natura perché la natura vive sotto la mia pelle.
Volo con le aquile.
Corro con i leoni.
Gioco con gli elefanti nel fango.
Sono un ponte tra il perfetto e l’imperfetto.
Sono l’immagine della bellezza e dell’oscurità.
Come se fossi colpevole di bruciare l’albero senza preavviso.
Taglio gli alberi e mi costruisco una casa.
Mangio i pesci nel mio piatto.
Sono l’animale più pericoloso di tutti e la natura continua a sostenermi in tanti modi diversi e straordinari.
Questa è la differenza tra l’uomo e la natura.
Non sono il creatore, ma sono quella piccola ape che per giorni ha cercato di porre il nettare nel nido della regina. Ero solo una piccola formica in cerca di cibo.
Sono la natura perfetta e imperfetta che diventerà il mondo dei sogni di ogni essere vivente.
Comincio a perdonare questo mondo imperfetto e a diffondere un nuovo messaggio di gentilezza e generosità.
La natura mi insegna a essere libera ma non avida.
A essere aperta ma non manipolata.
A essere la vera me stessa in ogni circostanza e ad accettare le mie responsabilità.
La natura ci insegna solo come possiamo comprendere noi stessi e diventare una persona vera
There are so many things which turn irrelevant when they become outdated, and are, therefore, dusted out. It is very important for every young man to decide what is of relevance and what has lost it. Prioritizing is a very professional game in the present milieu, and even where things seem to be irrelevant, we make a list of the irrelevant, the more irrelevant and the most irrelevant. The most irrelevant things are considered obsolete, and then consigned to the dustbin. Our minds too have a trash box where we place most of the things which are not required in our daily transactions. Sometimes, when we have time, we sit and delete them.
The Relevantia
What is important for this society and, therefore, relevant? For a common man, the essential issues have often been associated with his living, his survival. When survival is assured, he starts thinking of living beautifully. Aesthetics comes in, when he has free time to think for himself. The third stage which often does not come in the case of majority of people [because the second phase draws on too long] is thinking dutifully. The second phase was the phase of self-decoration, self- enjoyment and self-improvement. In majority of cases, things stop here.
In fact, in case of millions of people, things stop with gaining a capability to make both ends meet. If they have shelter, a wife, a few kids, and work, they are satisfied. They can lead a life of eighty years without thinking a word about others. Religion plays a great role in keeping them subdued, and under fear of the gods, and it makes them do some good deeds also. If they do not think too much, it gives them a coarse happiness too. We can think of those also, who are born in torn families now a days, who do not have a home, who do not have siblings, who do not have complete set of parents, and who do not own a home [living on rent in flats] which means they have no permanent affiliation with any place. They belong to no village, no city, such is this age of transition and trans-movement. Those who are denied these basic certainties of life, often turn loose, and start their forays into the underworld. There is no one to check them. Parents can stop them, but parents, who are victims of this ‘surplus economy’ which denies them essential services, themselves indulge in wrongful deeds, and have no moral authority to stop their kids when they go astray.
What is relevant for the lowest strata? Food and a poisoned mind, against those who have everything. Those who can manage these foundational necessities, have a little bit time at their disposal, in which they try to make their living aesthetically fulfilling. Education, art, culture lend beauty and charm to people who have modest means, coupled with a hazy understanding of what they have and what they have lost. These people are thinking beautifully, and all their efforts are centred at their self.
Thinking Dutifully
The third phase sets in when people start thinking dutifully. If seventy percent people belong to the first category, twenty percent to the second, then only ten percent people are those who belong to the third category, the people who think dutifully. These are the people who have transcended the limiting boundaries of knowledge, and realized their interconnection with the superior forces of creation, which are benefic to all creation including animals, birds, and rivers, winds and mountains.
Darkness
These people know what is darkness. When the light has gone, and you are running for a matchstick, it is not darkness. Darkness is the absence of light. Even when you can see, still there are things which you do not see. This is darkness. If you see injustice before your eyes, and you move forward, this is a cryptic case of darkness. We have within us vast reserves of darkness. Education, knowledge, and all training which makes us insensitive to the created universe, add to the universal darkness.
If we look closely at ourselves, we will see how many of us are living, growing and dying in darkness. Light belongs to the Buddha. Light means you know what is where. If you become aware of your priorities, if you know what is necessary and what is unnecessary, you have light. Knowledge should have this property, but alas! Knowledge, as it is the preferred domain of the Devil, does not let us pass into the domain of light. It closes our mind to impulses which are divine in origin.
The Relevant and the Irrelevant
The milieu in which we are living is not the making of one day or of one person. Year after year, decade after decade, country after country, and leader after leader, have contributed to this collective blindness of human race to the impulses and urges which are divine. Knowledge, books, libraries and teachers are used to check all the sources of inspiration so that the reserves of natural wisdom among the students remain untapped, and ultimately go dry. Finally, we have to decide what is relevant for this milieu which has turned absolutely irreverent to the things which still have divinity around them. Here is a list of the irrelevancies which our young men can skip without hurting their career prospects. Tick out Parents. Tick out Teachers. Respecting parents or being obedient to them, tick it out. Knowledge is the most preferred item on the agenda. Wisdom, a dangerous proposition. Tick it off. Goodness, Honesty, Integrity – all apply brakes on your speed. Tick them out. Remember, this world basks in the glory of power, success, wealth and fame. Good bye to all great traditions of the past which believed in humanity, human dignity, human goodness, and godliness. If you consider yourself a good man, there is fear of your son or daughter moving you in the trash box. Beware!
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, [the Seneca, Charter of Morava, Franz Kafka and Maxim Gorky award and Signs Peace Award Laureate, with an opus of 180 books, whose name adorns the Poets’ Rock in Serbia]] is a towering literary figure whose work embodies a rare fusion of creativity, intellect, and moral vision.
Of the rain ~~~~~~~ I am so grateful for the untimely rain And my waiting hours for sunshine For the twittering birds Listening to the most precious song of the hour They speak the glory of each and every flower Which were decorated beautifully With innumerable colorful butterflies And slowly the salt settles somewhere Where someone is lighting the diya every evening Yes the sun will come across gleaming Each and every morning
*Diya – small oil lamp
Cup of my tea
My cup of black tea lacks sugar Tastes so sweet filling me with life in every sip I don’t mix milk in my tea since long Well nothing happens without reason! Is it so ? Perhaps, who knows? I kept on filling one after another Until I realised, it was overflowing On a note rejection often sung in tables of cafeteria Unnoticed in some corner Blotting over the tissue paper So neglected is was every time! Until it became a sweetener So perfect it seemed only when I sipped and continue to sip Just for me!
ترجمة الشاعر المصري / أحمد فاروق بيضون