In Silent Awe
In silent awe, the heavens speak,
Of mysteries deep, of wonders meek.
The stars, His whispers in the night,
A canvas wide, with holy light.
The mountains rise, their heads held high,
In reverence to the endless sky.
The oceans bow, their tides embrace,
The boundless love, the tender grace.
Through every leaf and every tree,
His breath of life flows wild and free.
In every dawn, His promise new,
A world reborn in every hue.
The birds sing hymns to praise His name,
The wind declares His endless fame.
In every heart, a quiet place,
Where souls can meet His gentle face.
Beyond the veil of time and space,
He holds us close in warm embrace.
Through joy and pain, He leads us on,
Our constant guide till night is gone.
In silent awe, we stand and see,
The hand of God in all that be.
For every beat, and every breath,
We owe to Him, who conquered death.
Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard" is circulating through the blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them.
As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube.
Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers.
She is the recipient of many international awards.
"Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle".
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro, and she also is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.
River
Nature's impish thoughts manifested
A sublime Pinnacle of lay bare thoughts
A flower smiles when it rains
For it will be drenched forever
Into the autumn pal
The dusk dawn lies peacefully
The cat musk heaves a playful sigh
When Aurora Borealis dream open
A new sledge hammers through
By the river upfront
I cried a soothing honeybee
For two more added beauty
Has been my forte
As the dying river died a peaceful death
For autumn comes a decades musing high.
Thaalith Abubakar Gimba is poetaster. He hails from Minna, a home of monumental writers. Some of his poems have featured in Cón-scíó and Synchronized Chaos Magazine. When he takes break from writing, Thaalith loves to watch anime in his leisure hours. He tweets @abudardapoet and can be reached on Instagram @thaalithsusu.
GLOVES OF SHADOW
Things are muffled,
with their gloves of shadow
and the liturgy of cadence begins,
the growing twilight
My soul overflows like a flight.
What chaos of anxiety
and sombre thirst,
of all clarity
Like a liquor that bores, drunk bitterly
I seek to cross that abyss again,
Vaguely concealed by your name
My house is no longer the same,
It is time where nothing happens
Your empty desks
And I am the same as her (my house)
in the astonishment of not being, of not knowing myself,
Of not knowing anything…
only part of a process...
The weak lighting of the candles,
make chiaroscuro,
on the objects that you left with a collector's fixation.
The earth bleeds,
like my soul Announces a desperate cry in my mind…
You are no longer here…
I know that I will resurrect with the spasms of dawn
Arrhythmic systole of my existence
GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina, based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects of the Hispanic World Union of Writers and is the UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is the Commissioner of Honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.
I WILL BE THE SEA
I'm not a spring, next to a brook,
I boiled out of the bottomless pit.
The thousand-year road, the root of the jiks,
I am wounded by the snowy mountains.
I flowed around the rocks,
Flower spears narrow spike.
I will join the sea one day,
Huge udder, filling cheese.
I ride the rivers,
Run along the rivers.
You can't find a dream, it's the end
A smile of happiness covers my face.
I polish, polish stones,
I think that pirate is wise.
He sharpens his knife,
My grandmother praised and showed me the grandfather.
I overflow the rivers,
Happy to turn into rivers.
I spread joy around,
Language sings of life.
I'm in love, the sea is waiting
I water crops on the road.
Dear Farmer,
My dear, come down and slow down.
Joining in the fun again,
I go forward screaming.
Add and remove tributary children,
My dream is to live in the sea.
The rivers are muddy,
I will reach my goal.
One sip is life-saving
I was a spring, I will be a sea.
O'tkir Mulikboyev Primary education teacher, School 75, Koshrabot District, Samarkand Region, Republic of Uzbekistan
Raquel Bianca Barbeito is a student of Animal Biology at The University of Guelph in Ontario, Canada. She is also a painter and has done commissioned work for clients that want custom animal portrait creations. She works on canvas with acrylic paints.
