WHAT I AM TO YOU

Tell me, My Love, what I am to you
Come to me without fear of any penance
Take hold of my willing hand again as we continue
down life's rocky roads or sandy beaches
You were never meant to walk either without me
Nights were meant to be spent together
and together we will find our somewhere
I've waited so long to feel you once again
The thousands of miles you've traveled
to find me through many restless nights
tells me without a doubt what I am to you



THE DESTINATION THAT BARES MY NAME

You, the one who consumes all the love within me
The only star that shimmers for me in the night
You wait for me like a rain filled cloud coming
to drench my being with the love within you
You know the destination that bares my name
and you await your bride in the coming season
The threads of our hearts entwine and strengthen
the once fragile love that is now set in stone

You at one end and I at the other... waiting... wanting

Our first rebirth awaits us and many more will follow
For the one who carries the other half of my heart
found the sound of the one that it beats for

It now holds both of our names, carved deeply within it... 


THE MOONLIGHT IN MY LIFE

You are the the moonlight in my life
that still leads the way to our happiness
You steal every passionate feeling within me 
like the hummingbird that draws the sweet
nectar from the depth of the honeysuckle 
The heat of love we both have for each other
soaks my skin like a misty layer of morning dew
Whispers between us are sweeter than any love poem
and the feel of your hand on my arm still thrills me
When the dawn comes and I feel your gaze upon me
It is the way you still look in my sleepy eyes 
that will always make life worth living.



   Meet Poet, Writer, author and Human Rights Advocate, Kristy Raines, born in Oakland, California, USA.

   Before becoming a poet and writer, Kristy worked as a Legal Assistance Secretary for the Naval Legal Service Office at The Naval Reserve Readiness Command in San Francisco, California. She then later retired from the medical field as a Medical Technician and Office Manager where she worked with and assisted many physicians from different countries and specialties.

   Kristy has several books not yet published. One book of epistolary poems is waiting to launch with a prominent poet from India, Dr. Prasanna Kumar Dalai,  called, "I Cross my Heart from East to West". She also has two fantasy books of her own called, "Rings, Things and Butterfly Wings" and "Princess and The Lion", and also, her autobiography called, “My Very Anomalous Life” which she is working on.  Kristy  has received many literary awards for her unique style and passionate verses of poetry and short stories along with many humanitarian awards for helping others globally.  Kristy enjoys being a free lance journalist.   

a 16 day cruise and a week in London

By:  Norman J. Olson

on May 3, 2024, we left our home on McKnight Road in Maplewood, Minnesota and walked about 5 blocks to the bus stop on Nokomis Street and Stillwater Road… we caught the 74 bus to the 46^th Street train station in Minneapolis to get the Blue Line train from there to the airport (MSP)… there we got the late flight that got into Fort Lauderdale at about midnight…  the airport shuttle of our favorite Fort Lauderdale dive hotel was supposed to stop at 11 pm, but I thought I would call the hotel anyway and see if by chance the shuttle could pick us up…  I have often said that the hardest part of travel is getting good information… the internet is a source of information but one problem with the internet is that for it to be useful to a traveler, the information has to be up to date… keeping information up to date requires someone to either enter the new data and erase the old or at least to inform the ai machine that such an action needs to be taken…

as in the case of our favorite pre-cruise dive hotel…  so, it turned out that when I called the hotel, the front desk told me that the shuttle actually ran until midnight and they would be by to pick us up… which proved to be the case…  this hotel has a great free shuttle both from the airport to the hotel and for the next day from the hotel to the cruise port, Port Everglades… this hotel is a bit seedy but the shuttle is great… we always try to arrive at least a day early for any ocean voyage because the ships do not delay their departure to wait for passengers and if there is anything we have learned from these years of travel, it is that air travel is always a bit of a crap shoot…  flights are delayed and cancelled, weather can mess things up, the planes are very complex machines and any of a million things can get out of whack mechanically, flight crews can be delayed… etc. etc… 

so, in this case, there was an easy flight the evening before the ship left, so we took it…  since we did not get to the hotel until after midnight, it was too late to sign up for the shuttle to Port Everglades…  so, the next morning, we grabbed an Uber and got to the ship around 11 am…  the ship was a beautiful white cruise liner which held about 3140 passengers and another  1200 crew…  in the winter this ship, like many others does cruises around the Caribbean from Florida…  in the summer, the ship moves to Europe to do European cruises…  this move is called a “repositioning” cruise…  in our case, the crossing took 16 days with stops at the Azores, Cork Ireland, Falmouth England, Portland England and LeHavre France, before landing at the old British ocean liner port of Southhampton…

I am not a spokesperson for or apologist for the cruise industry and indeed, I do not know much about the industry…  but if you want to see the deep ocean without joining the Navy and cannot afford a private yacht,  this is about the only way I know of to do it…

so we boarded the ship and had a great meal at the buffet, which is always on one of the top decks, usually called, “the Lido Deck”…  and stowed our belongings in our cabin…  the cabins in these ships are small by shoreside standards, but we had a small balcony this time so a slightly larger cabin than usual, fairly high on the ship on deck 12…  two decks below the Lido…

during the regular cruise season, these ships seldom go more than one day without stopping at a port…  during a repositioning cruise, there are no ports to stop at between Florida and the Azores, so we had six at sea days in a row to start the cruise…  I love the ocean…  it is so big and so blue…  and something stirs the old romantic in me to hear the captain announce that the closest land is North Africa, 1400 miles away… we were lucky these first six days and had gorgeous weather… the sea was calm and the immense sky was blue with a warm sun and a cool breeze…  this ship had a deck closer to the water called the Promenade Deck, which is the deck just below the lifeboats which passengers use to walk…  on some of these ships, you can walk all the way around the ship and on many, you can only go part way around…  there is also a jogging track way at the top of the ship for those who are energetic…  while at sea, as when I am on land, I try to walk 40 minutes every day…  on the ship that was about 4 times around the Promenade deck…  when not doing my walk, I like to sit in a deck chair on the Promenade deck…  I usually have a novel with and my little drawing board, so I can sit and look out at the ocean while working on a drawing or reading my book betwixt and between…  when it is calm like this, the ocean is like a vast blue bowl, with the waves growing smaller with perspective until the bright razor edge where the sea ends and the sky starts…  we saw very few ships on this crossing…  an occasional container ship piled impossibly high with containers stacked so you can barely see the superstructure of the ship… or an equally massive oil tanker riding low in the water like a black stripe on the blue… we did see one sail yacht about halfway across and I wondered who was on the yacht…  and how long it had taken them to get to where we saw them…

and so, we made our way across the Atlantic Ocean to Punta Delgada, and Island that is part of Portugal, in the middle of the Atlantic…  we have been here several times before and in the past have taken tours to most of the “points of interest” so, we decided to just walk around the lovely little city, have a look at the shop windows and get coffee and soda at a small sidewalk restaurant… the restaurant we chose was on a square with a lovely garden/park in the middle…  there was a green lawn with benches and banks of brightly colored flowers, mostly red and yellow… the sidewalk is made of small squares of tile which are kind of uneven so, us old people have to be careful walking…  we had thoroughly enjoyed the six days at sea, but it was also good to be on land again for a while… 

a typical day at sea would start with me going up to the buffet and getting two cups of coffee for Mary…  I would then make another trip up to the buffet to get myself a cup of decaf coffee and breakfast…  Mary does not have a meal usually until lunch… normally, I do not drink coffee…  at home, I usually start the day with a soda…  on the ship, coffee is free while there is a charge for soda, so I opt for the coffee… because I am very sensitive to caffeine, I would get decaf…  the coffee seemed very strong to me, so I would fill a coffee cup one fourth way with coffee, add hot water and milk to fill the cup the rest of the way…  then I would gather breakfast…  the rolls and croissants were fresh and delicious and so, I would usually get a roll or croissant with some butter and raspberry jam, a fried egg and two pieces of bacon, and that would make a great breakfast…  I would bring that down to our stateroom and we would then go out on the balcony for breakfast…  the ocean stretched in a circle from our perch 12 stories up and every day, there was a warm morning sun along with a cool breeze to make a very nice setting for breakfast…  then, after breakfast, I would find a place on the promenade deck in a deck chair to sit and read or draw…  this deck which is much closer to the water, featured a long row of wooden deck chairs and a constant stream of people walking by, getting their daily walk in…  the lifeboats usually hang just above the promenade deck on these ships, so it is a shady spot when the sun gets warm…  I liked to sit toward the front of the ship where the rolling crash of the ship through the North Atlantic swells was the background sound…

Mary would either join me in a deck chair to read or listen to an audio book or leave to attend one of the activities going on…  they often have retired college professors on these cruises to give talks on various subjects of interest, for example, and Mary enjoys those “enrichment” lectures…  then at about 3:00 PM, I would do my forty minute daily walk…  then for an hour, Mary and I would find a sheltered space on the pool deck to play the board game she loves to play…  then we would get ready and go to dinner at 5:00 PM…  the dinners on this ship were really good and we would be at a table with from six to ten other people, for shared dining and conversation…  our fellow passengers were mostly retired persons from all over the USA plus, a lot of Canadians…  many of the retirees were from Florida, people who had lived in the colder areas of the USA, but had moved to get away from the cold winters…  I found it continuingly amazing that we had such good conversations with so many people from so many varied backgrounds…  it is great to be reminded that the things that bind us together as humans are far more numerous and important than our differences…  as one would guess, there was lots of talk of grandchildren at these tables… of course, we all worked to avoid political discussions or indeed arguments and disagreements generally…

from  Punta Delgada, we sailed three more days at sea to Cork, Ireland…  these sea days were a bit different as the days were cooler than they had been and more importantly, according to the ships captain, an area of low pressure was before us… at sea, low pressure almost always means bad weather…  in this case, the sea got much rougher and the days were cold and rainy… but for us, it did not matter as I have a medication that I take constantly to prevent seasickness and the ship is large with large public areas and lounges where we could still sit and read or draw while looking out the windows at the larger swells and waves, the grey skies and the squalls of rain and wind… the ship had steered around the worst of the bad weather so we were about half a day late getting into Cork… so instead of a whole day to explore the city, we just had a few hours…  where the ship was docked was actually a half hour train ride from the city of Cork proper… the weather had cleared so it was sunny but cool when we got on the train to Cork…  we did not have much time there, but we enjoyed seeing the lush green Irish countryside during the train ride… we walked around the town a bit again enjoying having dry land underfoot… we found a small sidewalk café where we stopped so Mary could get a coffee and I a soda…  we enjoyed the sun and the amazing accents of the people chattering away around us…  then we walked back to the station and made our way back to the ship…

our next port was Falmouth which is in Cornwall…  we walked around the town on a beautiful sunny day… there was one long main street lined with shops, coffee places and restaurants…  we visited the local library which was on a square just off the main street and a nearby bookstore where I bought a used book, a memoir of a WWI soldier who was in the battle of the Somme… we changed in some of our dollars for pounds at the local post office and as usual, found a lovely coffee shop were we could sit for a while and people watch…

from Falmouth, we went to the town of Portland… Portland is located on a small island and is a short bus ride from the much larger town of Weymouth…  so we took the bus to Weymouth…  the bus let us off in a quaint square a couple blocks from the river Wey…  there we found a small holiday tram which consisted of a four or five cars pulled by a tractor like vehicle decorated to look like a train that you might find in a theme park… we took this train for a tour around the town and got off at the beach… the beach stretched a long way around a semicircle of the bay with a busy street fronting on the beach…  there were some bars and restaurants set up on the beach side and along the other side of the street were restaurants, hotels and souvenir shops… it was warm and sunny so there were lots of people on the beach, many families with little children…  we found a nice spot for a coffee and soda on a patio looking out over the beach and enjoyed the view of the parents and children…  then we looked at the shops and spent some time looking at the fishing boats tied up at the bank of the river…  eventually we made our way back to the ship… 

the next day we were at Le Havre, France… Le Havre is on the Normandy coast…  many of the passengers took tours from Le Havre to Paris or to the d-day beaches of Normandy, a few hours away… we have been to Le Havre before and it is a pleasant French town…  we did not take the tour to Paris because that would involve a long train ride and not enough  time in Paris to really do much…  we did not go to the d-day memorials because that seemed like such a sad and frustrating experience…  I really hate everything about war and the fact that many people killed each other at that spot was for me a cause of great sadness and not celebration… there is a modern church in Le Havre and in that church, we saw some pictures of the city absolutely flattened at the end of World War II and even after all these years the city still has, I think a psychic scar, observable in the ugly 1950s architecture, of being so terribly wounded…  and still today, the people on this planet have not learned to live together in peace…  it all seems very sad to me…

so, in Le Havre, we took a city bus to the top of a high hill and walked down through a park they call the hanging gardens…  actually the only part of the hanging gardens we saw was the rose garden at the top, as we walked on a path that went down almost to the beach through a woods…  the woods was lovely with birdsong and tangles of green underbrush and big trees, and an easy walk… when we got to the end of the park, we still had like six blocks of steep streets to get down to the beach…  we then walked a mile or so along the beach, enjoying another warm sunny day… there are small restaurants in canvas tents all along the beach specializing in crepes and other luncheon food… we stopped frequently to enjoy the sun and watch the people walking along the promenade or enjoying themselves on the beach… 

the next day, we got off the ship at Southampton and walked to the local bus station… I had booked tickets on a National Express bus for 12:30 pm so we got to the station about an hour early…  the station was a madhouse with lots of people from the ship trying to get the direct bus to Heathrow…  our bus to London’s Victoria Coach Station was about two thirds full… after a few pleasant hours on the bus, enjoying the English countryside, we got to London…  the drive through London was interesting as we got to see neighborhoods well away from the famous center of London were the tourist stuff is…

from Victoria, we took the tube (subway) to Paddington Station which was close to our hotel…  the room was very small with a tiny little shower that us big fat Americans barely fit into…  but I chose it because from Paddington, we had terrific bus and subway service…  there were lots of inexpensive restaurants across the street from Paddington, where I could get the full English breakfasts that I love… (the full English breakfast consists of two fried eggs, canned pork and beans, sauted mushrooms, a banger sausage and two pieces of English bacon along with toast and jam…  Mary loves the coffee served in these restaurants, so was able to get a start on her day with an Americano Flat White…

our routine in London is to go to museums during the day and to a West End play every evening… the city is very easy to get around by tube and bus…  that first day, we went to the National Gallery to see my favorite painting, an enigmatic piece by the mannerist painter Bronzino as well as many famous paintings by the great masters of European painting, with names like Velazquez, Vermeer, Caravagio, Raphael, Leonardo Da Vinci, and a host of others around every corner…  l love feasting my eyes on all these amazing works…  I don’t actually know if this art has any real value or message for the modern person, but there were crowds of people in the museum, if that is any indication…  oddly, people seemed to want to take their own photos of the paintings, even though  these paintings have been photographed perfectly by master photographers and detailed images are easily available on line…  I first knew most of these paintings from books back when I was a teen and young adult and so to me a visit to this museum, which I have visited many times is a reunion with many old friends… I wish that I could visit the museum with a step ladder, so I could take a close up look at the brush work, etc. on some of these amazing works of art… but, I have to be content with seeing only the bottom few inches close up…

that evening we went to a play…  the West End theaters are old and wonderful with creaky carpeted steps up to the balcony were our cheap seats would be located… the dancing, singing, acting, etc. is of the best and every way, I think, equivalent to Broadway, except at a much lower price… so we went to four different plays on the four days we were in London…

the next day, we went to a show of Michelangelo’s late drawings at the British Museum…  it was a wonderful show for someone like me who has known all of these drawings intimately for many years and it is always a treat for me to see actual work from the hand of this artist who I love and admire so intensely and who has been such a big part of my life for so long… it was sad to see the very last drawings when that great artist was losing control of his hand and his line took on the shakiness of extreme old age… and to see him still struggling with the same image making that had obsessed him all of his long life was fascinating…  to somebody like myself who has spent a lifetime attempting to draw the nude figure, it is wonderful to see how perfectly Michelangelo could do that and yet how he struggled even to the last days of his life to get that perfect image down that was so illusive and that perhaps revealed itself in a whole new dimension with his aging hand and eye…

that evening, we went to another play and the next day made a trip to the Guildhall gallery to see one of my favorite Rossetti paintings…  and again to a play in the evening…  the next day we went to the Tate Britian to see the Pre-Raphaelite paintings which were as lovely as always, although the Watts paintings did not seem to be on display which was a bit of a disappointment…  the Tate Briton fancies itself an “modern” art museum, and I think they are not very invested in the wonderful collection of Pre-Raphaelite paintings that they have…  so, the exhibition space devoted to them is small and some of them are hung high so as to be almost impossible to see in any detail… while they usually have vast galleries filled with some contemporary installation of humming idiocy, I think this time is was cardboard figures…  well, the world has certainly passed me by artistically and in the world of computer, AI generated art, so called conceptual installations, videos and photography, old fashioned painted images are very much a thing of the past…  but then, I am also a thing of the past, and there is a reason why all of my old fashioned figurative paintings are piled in my garage and not on the walls of some museum…  oh well… I am just glad that these paintings and drawings that I love so much are still on display and still have an audience.

the next day, we walked from our hotel across Hyde Park…  it was another lovely sunny day and Hyde Park is a huge grassy/woodsy park in the middle of the city… the only complaint about Hyde Park is a dearth of park benches, so, we walked across the entire park before we found a place to sit and watch the world go by…  the path we took across Hyde Park ended at the Victoria and Albert Museum so, we took the opportunity to visit another of my favorite Rossetti paintings, with a glance at some of their nice collection of William Blake paintings…  then one more play and our trip was over…

the next day, we took the tube to Heathrow and got on a big airbus to Boston…  we did not get on our flight to MSP, so we spent a night in Boston and the next day, May 25, 2024, made it home…  a few days after we got home, Mary started having chest pains again and needed another cardiac procedure…  so we are back to doctors and doctors appointments…  we were glad and lucky to get our big trip in before the health problems cropped up and hopefully, we have been fixed up now so we can look forward at least to the summer without any more health scares….

three poems related to this story….

Flight from Heathrow to Logan

By:  Norman J. Olson

the huge white Airbus

lifted off the runway at Heathrow…

from the air England looked cool and

green until we slipped

into the heavy clouds…  soon we were

reborn from the clouds into a

new world of painfully blue skies and

bright sunshine… above a white

floor of clouds…

the big Rolls Royce engines droned

on powering us across the Atlantic

five miles up at 500 miles per hour…

the miracle of human flight has been

achieved not by mystics and dreamers,

but by aeronautical engineers and pilots…

Isambard Kingdom Brunel would be proud, I think…

I looked out the window for a while, but

the clouds were too bright, so I closed the

shade and watched an old Star Wars movie

and fell asleep until the big plane

touched down, with a thump and a roar

of reverse thrust, coming in to Boston over

the rippling sea….

Sailing into Cobh Harbor

By:  Norman J. Olson

picture a lighthouse…  I know lighthouses

are of no use to modern sea captains who

have computerized gps and radar systems

to tell them where they are…  but

just humor me and

picture a smallish white lighthouse

on a spit of land…  next to the lighthouse is

the lighthouse keeper’s dwelling, a small

white washed house with a few outbuildings

silhouetted in sunlight against the

burning blue of the sea…

picture green squares of fields up the hillside landward

from the lighthouse and a few

small boats…

picture me, elderly working class American

with artistic pretentions,

leaning on the railing of the huge white cruise

liner…  as the ship slowly slips past the lighthouse,

its Azipods barely rippling the sea, followed by a heavy duty

red and yellow tug boat…

picture an achingly blue sky above the well rained,

green hills of Ireland, and you will see what

I saw as we sailed into Cobh, bound for a

brief stroll around the city of Cork…  

Poetic Musings on the Deck of a Cruise Ship

By:  Norman J. Olson

the huge ship churns the North Atlantic swells

into curling waves of foam and

turquoise…  beyond the foaming bow wave,

the ocean is as vast and untroubled as

the void of the universe, except painted blue…

we walk around the deck, obsessed with our

minutia… talking about lunch or politics…

looking for flying fish… hoping against hope to

see a whale or a dolphin…  I pause to lean on the railing…

I think of Hart Crane, whose poetry is as obscure

as the stars in the sky…  he said, “goodbye” and jumped

over a railing much like the one I am leaning

on…  he was a friend of Allen Tate, who was a teacher

at the university of Minnesota when I was there… I knew

he was there, and Berryman too…  real poets, while

I was stomping around the campus with thick glasses and a

worn overcoat…  failing half my classes, trying to write

immortal sonnets and paint renaissance masterpieces… 

I was jealous that they were

poets while I could only be described as a sad

and unpromising failure…  I remember when Berryman

jumped over a railing on the Washington Avenue

bridge…  apparently being a college professor and

a real poet was not enough for him…  I was just starting a

20 year career as a factory worker…  I thought of approaching

one of them, “see! here! my sonnets! I am a poet too”

but I never got up the courage…

my failure as a poet is now 60 years old…

it is a long story how I wound up here, in the mid Atlantic,

gazing at the ocean from the deck of a huge opulent

cruise liner…  still writing crappy poetry… still, in spite

of my success in this world, a “hollow man…”

they say these ships are always followed by

sharks on the lookout for fish the propellers turn

up…  so I resisted the urge to do a high dive… 

Six Untitled Monostichs



door north immediate corn



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a perfect jangle a mirrored stew



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moose availability bee & me



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crimson criss wicket frosty chafe



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iron lake tangible irony trigger



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tranquil orbital delphic jonquil



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bio/graf

J. D. Nelson is the author of eleven print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *purgatorio* (wlovolw, 2024). His first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead* (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Boulder, Colorado, USA.

MECHANICAL SAFETY

Mamatazimov Kabiljon 
Namangan Engineering and Construction Institute, 4th year.


Abstract: Mechanical safety encompasses the measures, protocols, and regulations that ensure safe operation and handling of mechanical systems and machinery. This article delves into the fundamental principles of mechanical safety, highlighting key aspects such as risk assessment, safety protocols, and the importance of maintenance. It also discusses the role of regulatory standards in promoting workplace safety and preventing accidents. The goal is to provide a comprehensive understanding of mechanical safety to foster a safer working environment.

Keywords: Mechanical safety, risk assessment, safety protocols, machinery maintenance, regulatory standards, workplace safety

Introduction
Mechanical safety is a critical aspect of engineering and industrial operations. With the widespread use of machinery in various sectors, ensuring the safety of workers and equipment is paramount. Mechanical safety involves identifying potential hazards, implementing safety measures, and adhering to regulatory standards to minimize risks. This article examines the key elements of mechanical safety, focusing on the importance of risk assessment, safety protocols, and regular maintenance.

Risk Assessment
Risk assessment is the cornerstone of mechanical safety. It involves identifying potential hazards associated with machinery and evaluating the likelihood and severity of accidents. A thorough risk assessment process includes:

Hazard Identification: Recognizing potential sources of harm, such as moving parts, high temperatures, or electrical components.

Risk Evaluation: Assessing the probability and impact of identified hazards.

Control Measures: Implementing strategies to mitigate identified risks, such as engineering controls, administrative controls, and personal protective equipment (PPE).
Effective risk assessment requires continuous monitoring and updating to address new hazards that may arise from changes in operations or machinery.

Safety Protocols
Safety protocols are established procedures designed to protect workers from mechanical hazards. Key components of safety protocols include:

Training and Education: Ensuring that all personnel are adequately trained in operating machinery and understanding safety procedures.

Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs): Documenting step-by-step instructions for safely operating machinery.

Emergency Procedures: Preparing for potential accidents by establishing clear emergency response plans, including first aid and evacuation procedures.

Signage and Warnings: Using clear and visible signs to warn of potential hazards and guide safe practices.

Implementing comprehensive safety protocols reduces the likelihood of accidents and enhances the overall safety culture within an organization.

Maintenance and Inspection
Regular maintenance and inspection of machinery are crucial for preventing mechanical failures that can lead to accidents. Key aspects include:

Preventive Maintenance: Conducting routine checks and servicing to keep machinery in optimal condition.
Predictive Maintenance: Using advanced technologies such as sensors and diagnostic tools to predict and address potential failures before they occur.
Inspection Schedules: Establishing regular inspection routines to identify and rectify wear and tear or other issues.
Proper maintenance ensures the longevity and reliability of machinery, thereby enhancing safety.

Regulatory Standards
Adherence to regulatory standards is essential for ensuring mechanical safety. Organizations must comply with national and international standards, such as:

Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA): Provides guidelines and regulations for workplace safety in the United States.
International Organization for Standardization (ISO): Develops global standards for machinery safety, such as ISO 13849 for safety-related parts of control systems.
European Machinery Directive: Sets requirements for machinery safety within the European Union.
Compliance with these standards not only ensures legal adherence but also promotes best practices in mechanical safety.

CONCLUSION
Mechanical safety is a multifaceted discipline that requires a proactive approach to identifying and mitigating risks associated with machinery. By implementing thorough risk assessments, robust safety protocols, regular maintenance, and adhering to regulatory standards, organizations can create a safer working environment. Continuous education and adherence to best practices are key to sustaining mechanical safety and preventing accidents.


1.Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA). (2021). Standards and Regulations. Retrieved from OSHA Website
2.International Organization for Standardization (ISO). (2021). ISO 13849-1: Safety of machinery - Safety-related parts of control systems - Part 1: General principles for design. Retrieved from ISO Website
3.European Union. (2021). Directive 2006/42/EC on Machinery. Retrieved from EU Law Website
4.HSE (Health and Safety Executive). (2021). Mechanical Safety: Guidance and Best Practices. Retrieved from HSE Website
5.Smith, J., & Johnson, R. (2020). Principles of Mechanical Safety. New York: Engineering Press.


Mamatazimov Kobiljon is the son of  Kadirjon. He was born on July 6, 2001 in Uychi district of Namangan region. Graduated from Namangan Engineering-Construction Institute, Faculty of "Energy and Labor Protection", Department of "Labor Protection and Technical Safety".

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Five Hay(na)ku

lap
sag low
yap die cup

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twinkle
dual neck
conical soil chisel

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spiny
lop keeper
splotchy bigot hose

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closet
treaty gasp
lock dredge flowerless

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arc
cue rib
sag moo dim


Brian Le Lay is a multidisciplinary writer and sound artist whose work has appeared in places like Peach Mag, BOMBFIRE, Sledgehammer Lit, and dadakuku.

Shroud 

You toiled in that suffering death 
to which no one has consented, 
it because death is an open wound, 
with death in passing death. 

And the eternal moment of life is an opal 
the apple, the serpent and sin are the original 
consented by Adam and Eve to be reborn 
like blood that is not made of water and flows. 
You embodied an idea in your watch, 
the prayers of the man who prayed, 
relic of culture and holy sacred religions 
they created holograms from a cloud. 
Believers worship icons, statues 
and clouds with human incarnations, 
when fear dominates pure thought 
as an artificial myth that has eroded consciousness.

BIOGRAPHY

Lidia Popa was born in Romania in the locality of Piatra Șoimului, in the county of Neamț, on 16th April, 1964. She finished her studies in Piatra Neamț, Romania with a high school diploma and other administrative courses, where she worked until she decided to emigrate to Italy. 

She has been living for 23 years and worked in Rome as part of the wave of intellectual emigrants since the fall of the Berlin Wall.
She wrote her first poem at the age of seven. She is a poet, essayist, storyteller, recognized in Italy and in other countries for her literary activities. She collaborates with cultural associations, literary cenacles, literary magazines and paper and online publications of Romanian, Italian and international literature. She writes in Romanian, Italian and also in other languages as an exercise in knowledge. 

BOOKS

She has published her poems in six books:
in Italy:
1. " Point different ( to be ) " - ed. Italian and
2." In the den of my thoughts ( Dacia ) " - ed. bilingual Romanian/ Italian Aletti Editore 2016,
3.“ Sky amphora " - ed. bilingual Romanian/ Italian Edizioni Divinafollia 2017,
in Romania:
4. " The soul of words" ed. bilingual Romanian/ Albanian Amanda Edit Verlag 2021,
5." Syntagms with longing for clover " ed. Romanian, Editura Minela 2021.
6." The Voice interior " Lidia Popa and Baki Ymeri ed. bilingual Romanian/Italian, Amanda Edit Verlag 2022.

Her poems featured in more than 50 literary anthologies and literary magazines on line from 2014 to 2023 in Italy, Romania, Spain, Canada, Serbia, Bangladesh, United Kingdom, Liban,USA,etc.
Her poems are translated into Italian, French, English, Spanish, Arabic, German, Bangladesh, Portuguese, Serbian, Urdu, Dari, Tamil, etc.
Her writings are published regularly with some magazines in Romania, Italy and abroad.
She is a promoter of Romanian, Italian and international literature, and is part of the juries of the competitions.
She translates from classical or contemporary authors who strike for the refinement and quality of their verses in the languages: Italian, Romanian, English, Spanish, French, German, stating that "it is just a writing exercise to learn and evolve as a person with love for humanity, for art, poetry and literature ".

SHE IS
*Member of the Italian Federation of Writers (FUIS)
*Honorary member of the International Literary Society Casa Poetica Magia y Plumas Republic of Colombia,
*Member of Hispanomundial Union of Writers (Union Hispanomundial de Escritores) (UHE) and Thousands Minds For Mexico (MMMEX)
*President UHE and MMMEX Romania, August 21, 2021
*She had come power of attorney Vice-president UHE Romania, Mars18, 2021- August 21, 2021
*President UHE and MMMEX Romania, August 21, 2021
*Counselor from Italy for Suryodaya Literary Foundation Odisha India,
*Director from Italy for Alìanza Cultural Universal (ACU) Argentina
*Member Motivational Strips Oman,a member of numerous other literary groups at the level internationally,
*Director of Poetry and Literature World Vision Board of Directors (PLWV) Bangladesh
*Membership of ANGEENA INTERNATIONAL NON PROFIT ORGANISATION of Canada
International Peace Ambassador of The Daily Global Nation International Independent Newspaper from Dhaka Bangladesh - 2023
*Founder literary group Lido dell'anima with LIDO DELL'ANIMA AWARDS
*Founder LIDO DELL'ANIMA Italian magazine
*Founder SILVAE VERBORUM INTERNATIONAL multilingual magazine
*Founder literary currently #homelesspoetry
etc.