He is black and disdainfully beheld by haughty eyes.
He migrates because his home is uninhabitable
He migrates because he is oppressed.
Oppressed by his own kith and kin in the black skin who lord it over him as political overlords and bigwigs.
He is oppressed by European neo-colonialists and the Asian hegemon.
The European neo-colonialist, the Asian hegemon and his own repressive kith and kin in the black skin have one thing in common;
they are complicit in the scheme of his enduring and lasting neediness and destitution.
He is herded by destitution to the middle east, where he is treated like scum by his semitic abuser.
He is shepherded by penury to the far-east, where he is superciliously sized up by haughty Oriental eyes.
He is driven by indigence to continental Europe, where rights are upheld, but he is still relegated to the depths as a famished black man in dire need of the luxuriant and lush European pastoral green.
He is guided by his empty stomach to uncle Sam’s North America, where Mr. Levy alleges he is a savage for eating dogs and pet cats.
He is steered within the continent, to his black African neighbours, especially to the deep south, where he is derogatively branded ‘kwerekwere.’
His African brothers of the much lighter skin tone, to the far north of the continent are snobbish, and scarcely identify with him.
He is black African, and he is between the proverbial “Devil and the deep blue sea.”
He is black African, and he carries the dark skin as a social stigma within and without his own continental home.
He is a minority amongst minorities,
Only heaven can be his only realm of solace.
Joseph C Ogbonna is a widely published poet. Some of his works have been published by Spillwords Press, Synchronized Chaos, Micromance, Written Tales, North of Oxford, Waxpoetry, Orenaug mountain publishing, Borderless journal, Double Speak, All Your Poems, All Your Stories, Flowersong press, Soulful valley publishing, Clarendon publications, poetrysoup and a few other magazines and anthologies.
He is also a winner of three international weekly poetry contests. He was a high school teacher, with a major in history. He lives in Enugu, Nigeria.
Little by little the awakening of the feelings of the mind,
A light feeling of vibration in the body.
Heart attraction,
Mirror of moonlit night,
The perception is an exciting one,
How are you thinking?
Flows in the river of love,
Holding tightly both fingers.
A picture of the two of us admitted is a mind map.
Thoughts are colorful.
the call of something new,
Two to two in responsibility,
A peace of mind and happiness,
Two with two for life,
Every kiss in conversation,
A palpable taste of satisfaction,
Embrace deepens,
From thoughts to reality,
A love plagued by illusion.
Date: 21.08.2026
India.
Amb. Dr. Priyanka Neogi is from Coochbehar. She is an administrative controller of United Nations’ PAF, a librarian, a CEO of Lio Messi International Property & Land Consultancy, international literacy worker, sports & peace promoter, dancer, singer, reciter, live telecaster, writer, editor, researcher, literary journalist, host, beauty queen, international co-ordinator of the Vijay Mission of Community Welfare Foundation of India.
Did you search for me in the east and far away, Did you think of me in the burning distance? If so, one day surely, God Will show me the path to you suddenly.
Your thoughts seem like the sky and heavens, Your sorrows linger inside like a crucible. Did you search for me from the sky above, Why haven’t you found me yet?
I know you can’t find me, Because you don’t know me yet. Perhaps one day we will meet suddenly, Maybe on that day in a bookstore, destiny.
Egamnazarova Shahina Shaxriyor qizi was born on November 28, 2006, in the Qashqadaryo region. She is currently studying at Turon University in Philology: Teaching Languages (Uzbek) program. She works as the deputy director at the Qarshi Medical College. She is the recipient of the National Hope chest badge. Several of her articles have been published in international journals. Her articles have appeared in Turkey’s “Bilgi çeşmesi” and Germany’s “GERMAN INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL”.
But those with no heart merely drift on their way.
A few gentle hearts melt the ice into streams,
A smile unties knots that are tangled in dreams.
Each soul will share bliss as the seasons roll by,
And happiness then will enlighten their sky.
If only the world could forget how to hate,
Today would surpass yesterday’s brightest fate.
A centenarian grandpa lives life with a goal,
His old aging wife smiles with joy in her soul.
The air is as pure as a clean, sacred mind,
Like innocent babies, no stain will it find.
To sharpen your speech, rub it hard on a stone,
To find the solution, stir fires unknown.
The moonless dark night will look radiant and bright,
If you kindle your heart with love’s endless light.
Time waits for no one if you sit there and cry,
Or lead your own steps where the steep canyons lie.
Though bitter hot peppers may season your meat,
The bread that you break will taste hearty and sweet.
You discover your true self in library halls,
You see who you are where the loud echo calls.
A wealth that is greater than all worldly gold,
In reading and books, you will surely behold.
If you wish to fly high, you will spread wings and soar,
If you wish to embrace, you will hold and adore.
Consider your health as the greatest award,
Drink happiness deep, let your spirit accord.
Don’t drown your brief days in a river of grief,
Life passes like storm-winds, so fleeting and brief.
Justin 9 place the bright sun in your chest for a while,
Don’t wake in the night with a tear, but a smile.
The beauty of living is never regret,
Envy eats up the heart where its shadows are set.
Admiration will lift you to heights that are grand,
And purpose builds kingdoms from castles of sand.
The hearts that are weary will heal up one day,
But those with no heart merely drift on their way.
A few gentle hearts melt the ice into streams,
If you smile, you will loosen all knots from your dreams.
By O’tkir Mulikboyev
Qoshrabot
O‘tkir Mulikboyev Qo‘chqor o‘g‘li was born in 1990. He currently serves as a primary school teacher at Public School No. 75 in the Qoshrabot district. Alongside educating and nurturing the younger generation, he is actively engaged in both scientific and creative research.
The author’s academic and creative works have been featured in a number of national and international journals, as well as prestigious collections. Furthermore, hundreds of his heartfelt and profoundly meaningful poems have been widely published in the press.
Without your tiresome chattering body and wherever your soul may be now the fever’s howl won’t reach you nor the clatter of coughing this sudden expulsion of air through the throat recurring again and again over a flickering fire what exactly did Ibn Sina mean by it perhaps between them a brow that never meets the essence and the corpse
It is happening now that you will not cross one leg over the other to read The Prince nor laugh inside the fat waiter’s head as he sterilizes your table of the spray of the invisible Virtue is not possible half animal half human the argument ends and Machiavelli remains the speaker who will not fall silent
It is happening now that in the unseen Socrates has come to know everything and the sophist Protagoras has stopped orating having discovered at last that eloquence is everyone falling silent
It is happening that Schopenhauer still suffers even as he finally sheds his body Nietzsche did not despise his body but it is weak weak weak
It is happening now that you too are alone
And it is happening that Van Gogh is explaining The Yellow House to the dead isn’t color the thing a human surrenders his soul to however painful the body may be
And many things are happening many things in the agonies of waking
Latifa Harbaoui Algeria
When?
Feigned Confluence
Besieging the meaning for a poet’s corpse
The text that formed the hump of the text
The bendings in the midst of a long prayer
Long along the orbit of language
The coveted earth
The abyss
The void
The treacherous days
The lament
The bewilderment
The obscure
The weak, weak human
The lone, solitary moon
And your grave, which you now inhabit
The when?
Prey to the putrid question decomposing in absence
How I wish
You would answer me about the when?
When will you return?
When shall we meet?
And when will we all forgive one another?
The beautiful ones
The beautiful ones
The beautiful ones
At the hour exhausted from the body / from the senses
At the bottom they turn over their new features, they tuck their withered names into the pocket of the earth
Thanks be to God…
Thanks be to God that they cannot see the great flowers
heaped upon their gravestones
The when the caesura is all that remains of the rubble of questions
When was the poet born
When did the poet die
Latifa Harbaoui is an Algerian poet, writer, journalist, and media personality. She graduated in Philosophy from the University of Bouzaréah and continued her studies at the University of Mohamed Khider in Biskra. She is widely recognized as one of Algeria’s distinguished contemporary literary voices, having published extensively in leading Algerian and Arab newspapers and magazines, where she authored influential literary and cultural columns.
Her published works include the poetry collections A Sun Tailored to My Size, Fragments of Anxiety, and Close to the Front with a Kick, winner of the Dar Motoun Prize for Creativity (2023), while her forthcoming collection, Proof, is currently in press. She also published the literary epistolary collection Letters of the Blond Bat, wrote for children’s theatre, and authored the children’s book My Golden Steps in Smart Reading, published under the supervision of the Algerian Ministry of Culture and Arts in 2025. She is also working on her debut novel, Yet He Sees Me.
Harbaoui has served as Algeria’s representative of the Arab Writers League, President of the House of Poetry Biskra Branch, and a member of the Cultural Advisory Council of Biskra Province. She founded the children’s artistic troupe Shadou El Djazaïr in 1995 and produced several literary and radio programs.
Her writings have been the subject of extensive academic research at Algerian universities and translated into English, Turkish, Albanian, and other languages. She has received numerous national, Arab, and international distinctions, including the First of November Medal, two honorary doctorates, recognition among the 100 Most Influential Personalities for three consecutive years, and recent honors from the Governor of Biskra Province and Barcelona Magazine, reflecting her outstanding contribution to contemporary Arabic literature.
A girl with her paper airplane, dreams that fly high and far, with wings of hope and freedom, her imagination has no limits.
The wind carries it and makes it fly, the girl smiles, with bright eyes, her paper airplane, a symbol of dreams, that can take her to magical places.
Nidia Amelia García, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, is a writer and an active member of Juntos por las Letras (Together for Letters). She has participated in numerous virtual events in Uruguay, Paraguay, Bolivia, Spain, Colombia, Portugal, Nigeria, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, and elsewhere. She has also contributed to literary anthologies such as “Books of the Immortals” and “Anthology of the 50 Poets of the World 2022.”
