Rahmiddinova Mushtariy Ravshan’s daughter was born on March 1, 2011 in Gulistan district of Syrdarya region. Now she is a student of the 8th grade. Mushtariy is interested in reading poetry, reading books and drawing. She appeared on television in kindergarten at the age of 3 and is still appearing on television. Participated in the Bilimdon competition. She took the 2nd place in English in the 2nd grade. Participates in many contests and projects. In the future, she will become a dentist. She is preparing for admission. Her dream is to make everyone proud of Mushtariy. She also participated in many anthologies and webinars.
the brush barely touches the canvas, and other narratives become possibilities.
Naked and obedient,
you are borrowed like fine art exhibited from gallery to gallery.
Gran Sasso, Italy, became a fist to the chest
as the clouds turned dark,
the heavy rains started, while your scent lingered
on the sheets and in my thoughts.
Fine glass
is never used to secure.
It is to be admired, handled, and then put away.
If dropped, by chance or purpose,
a momentary visual experience
is created
before the chards are swept into a heap
and then discarded.
You were cold and self-absorbed
when you hurried out the door.
I leaned back on the bedroom chair
tapped the tips of my fingers together
and eventually closed my eyes.
Excuses were a credit I believed I deserved.
Yet I understood
how optimism
usually morphs into a sad smile.
You are an illusionist
and your carefully crafted illusion
makes the truth
an uncertainty that chimes
silently and deadly.
Your note
had no inhibitions.
It stood there propped against an empty wine glass.
Your handwriting was graceful, stylish, and to the point.
“Forever was never on my mind.”
Philip received his Master of Arts in Psychology from Simon Fraser University, Vancouver, Canada. He has published five poetry books, three novels and two plays. He has a column in the quarterly magazine Per Niente. He enjoys all things artistic.
in the heavy rhythm that knocks at the gate of history
time dissipates darkness, the dawn breaks
fragments of memories unite into one image
portraying the people from thousands of years ago
they had never seen before
the soul rising from the ruins
lightning stimulates the sleep hormone
the words sprout from the roots of the trees
the branches raise their eyes to the sky
the tears from above soothe the dry throat
insomnia brings about disorder
sleepwalk spreads like clouds
on the edge, people seek faith,
the swan isolates, the sea roars.
the wheel of time loses direction
fierce winds swirl the calm waves
the dark flow of purple rain floods the newly sprouted flowers
the dike is no longer on the shore
the sea is no longer in the sea
the pleasures of life create wings of light
lush branches and leaves grow from rotten logs
postmodernism indicates a bright period
the white sheet inscribed with yellow and red symbols
like barren lands sprinkled with saliva and salt
millennial expressions permeate ink and paper
the profound words awake from the drawers on the walls
the eyes in the tombs frightfully stare
the trembling hand reaches into the library in the afternoon sun
dusk and dawn go on
Profound words asleep
(Unsolved)
the sea removes its veil
mountain ridges create new settlements
humanity is torn apart
the celestial vault is unclear
creation and destruction became fine arts
when humans evolved, the Ice Age was forgotten
people’s desires are infinitely greater
faith and contradiction are overlapping
only the poet’s soul sees the tree flowers
my nostrils perceive the smell of old books.
morning glow covered by clouds and fog
alien guests appear in the magical sky
brains exterminating amongst each other
religion is not a true spiritual devotion
monks’ love affairs give birth to children
Buddhist nuns give birth in misery
nature undergoes a destruction process
discoveries accelerate people’s panic
but you keep your faith that death
brings rebirth,
a bird looking for the forest
June 23, 2017
Profound words asleep
Reading
the scent of ink passes from hand to heart
burning desire stimulates the senses
veins beat inside the rolled sleeves
the solution to this state is like a dream wind that smacks the flesh
I hope that fireflies jump into written words
meditating, we travel through the cosmos
an ark heading to infinity
when the morning light removes the veil
the world shows its true face
hidden dreams pass through the time tunnel
directed to the hut of steel and cement
they run back and forth through the underground
at the spring in the forest, the bone whistle whispers
my dream lifts the billows
Utopia
Foreword: If people continue to destroy the environment,
what will happen to the Earth?
the world evolves continuously, even before our era
the monkey thinks of the empty forest
the sky protests crying
his tears roll down to the ground
making the savages appear
the sun like a magic mirror,
mercury – destructive ultraviolet rays
the constellation is no longer fascinating
it sinks into the sea
the air blooms, the waters rise muttering,
ants dance inside the shells
animals discuss livelihoods
the dinosaur and the elephant sweat working in agriculture
the lion and the tiger are eager to get married and have offspring
the leaves of the trees are like the palms of the sky
butterflies and dragonflies cannot be seen under the sun
thick smoke floats above the clouds
the mountain range is like an infinite fence
we were born in the air
hands raised to the olive tree, interpret the verses of the oracle
the beast is banished to slavery
trees abound in fruits
birds and insects take care of the harvest
stones discuss how to rewrite history
the fish are guarding the corrupt officials
rain and dew create eternal life
the Earth gave life to the Earth.
Rivers
desire – a river
springing from the blood of our ancestors
civilized and primitive behaviors interchange
war, murder, and redemption
genetic mutation
in the Neolithic,
stone and fire offered wisdom
most people lived like puppets
nobody knows if there was a god
men and women crossed the rivers of the high mountains
driven by the flames of desire
their union gave birth to the seas and the land.
March 16, 2017
Anna Keiko (original name: Wang Xianglian) is an internationally renowned poet, writer, editor and painter living in Shanghai. Graduated from East China University of Political Science and Law. The founder, President and editor-in-chief of ACC Shanghai Huifen International Literary Association, the World Poetry promoter, the International Peace Ambassador Outstanding Contribution Award winner. Chinese young literary director. Her poems have been translated into more than 30 languages and published more than 2,000 in more than 500 newspapers and magazines in more than 50 countries. Published 11 books of poetry, (waiting for the bus) poems by the famous composer Tu Bahai into songs. She has been invited to participate in international poetry festivals in more than a dozen countries, Yale University invited her to participate in the International Poetry Symposium for three consecutive years, and Salem University invited her as an international poet’s personal poetry seminar program. She has won 33 International poetry prizes and was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2020.
