Anhedonia
I can’t cry
The tearducts are dry
Its been long since death
I still have deep respect
For people who can at will
Break open a floodgate
On something real hard
While I just stand there
Laughing at the littlest detail
I sit on sad movies that make people go ape shit
I get the stories but when shit hits the fan
The sadness never gets to me
What price joy?
A pill that my doctor says to keep a black wolf at bay?
International Day of Peace
The essence of a firefly in a child’s palm,
a faint spark against perpetual night,
echo of laughter in a valley of silence.
Hummingbird graffiti on a concrete wall,
a color that breaks the monotony of hatred,
a musical note out of tune with a war anthem.
Origami cranes,
a thousand wishes folded in paper of hope,
an army of dreams invading reality.
It is not a white flag of surrender,
but a secret garden blossoming ideas,
a weeping willow’s embrace
comforting the warrior.
A river of ink writing new stories,
a canvas painting possible futures,
a constellation of joined hands
illuminating the universe.
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.
leviathan
Dictators ride to and fro upon tigers which they dare not dismount. And the tigers are getting hungry.
Winston Churchill
my sweet boy
oh die in this doll dress
like a god in the arms
of a disbelieving priest
iron rivers bring sand
and suffering on their waves
iron birds bring emptiness
and dampness in their beaks
iron hands bring thirst in their palms
from this sea of fingers
like from waves LEVIATHAN crawls out
his constitution and plenary sessions
of deputies float out onto the plain
silt and silt like pain and pain
interfluve of emptiness and emptiness
and in the middle HE
floats
LEVIATHAN
my friend my
brother my
reflection
my monster
I love you at sunset and at dawn
I vote for you in elections and without a choice
I die for you and I don’t know who you are
because of you I lose
my brother
my son my father my
reflection
and future
priests bless your bloody fangs
war is going on but you
but YOU
don’t resurrect anyone
and hide in your cast iron waves
like in a dead man’s tea night
my sweet boy
you must to die
in this doll dress
you must to die
like a god in the arms
of a disbelieving priest
like silence that is sacrificed
although this silence
will never be broken
HIS eyes are white
like ashes and night
and three times more is ashes of battle
your eyes are sad boy
they are so black as if
leviathan tore you out
and replaced you with stones
when you were a baby
everyone wants to die but doesn’t know it
everyone wants to kill the leviathan
everyone wants to be the leviathan
everyone wants to kill kill kill
because that’s fatalism
the leviathan falls asleep after
lunch along with the thunder
of guns and statechannels
the boy falls asleep
and never wakes up
again
if someone wrote prose about this
the blood would drip like poetry
snowflake isotopes
descend on the city
everyone knows that this city
belongs to the leviathan
gasoline waterfalls descend
from the mountains of scrap metal
sleep my boy sleep
we will wake up in the forge
we will put the seal of emptiness
on your chest and sleep again
in the death row
kill kill kill death
kill kill kill the military
kill kill kill flowers
sleep my boy sleep
we will not wake up
the colonel will arrest us all
and the knot of forced humility
is already hung around our necks
god is coming
the dead are drinking
the silence
*** The author’s version of the poem, that was published in another edition in O:JA&L; Open: Journal of Arts & Letters
THE SUN
I am the Sun under the ground!
If you do not see me,
With the sun shines – my poems
You will hear me.
I am the Sun under the ground!
The heat of my words
will burn the people.
Who are ashamed for me.
They will not be able to hide
in the back of the eyelash.
I am the Sun under the ground!
I will melt
the ice world of the people.
I am the Sun under the ground!
I will bright
the world of the people
whose insides are dark.
I am the Sun under the ground!
To kill darkness –
it is my profession
every round.
A TALK WITH THE FIREWOOD
The same fire called Love
burned us both.
My sorrow-sister – you, firewood.
You blazed like a tree,
I burned like a man.
Our smoke became one spirit,
(somewhere, fire made peace with water)
From you – a fist of ash remained,
From me – a fist of earth.
Tell me…
which of us burned more beautifully,
firewood?
YOU AND I
I sought the truth-
but you came to me as a gentle lie.
I sought the dawn of hope-
but you came as a trembling “perhaps.”
I sought the joy that sings-
but you came as a quiet consolation.
I sought forever-
but you came as a fleeting lifetime.
And on this wide earth,
I searched for the self
I had once lost in the wind…
and it was you
who stood before me.
POEM WOMAN
Seeing your delicacy,
they compared you
to a flower…
Seeing your mischief,
they compared you
to the wind…
Seeing the tears in your eyes,
they compared you
to the sea…
Seeing your boundless loyalty,
they compared you
to the earth…
But you,
woman,
are a poem created by God.
And I
compare you
to a poem
that soothes my soul.
Your name is Poetry…
You were born like a poem.
Verse by verse, you live.
Syllable by syllable, you weep.
Line by line, you laugh.
With your laughter,
you wipe away
the world’s sorrow.
Sometimes you are joyful like a poem.
Sometimes sorrowful like a poem…
Yet,
woman,
you are eternal like a poem!
Your name is Poetry…
Prof. Phd. Rasmiyya Sabir’s nine books have been published in Azerbaijan, Turkey, Uzbekistan, and Iraq. She is one of the members of the Union of Writers of Azerbaijan and Chuvashistan. At the same time, she is a co-founder of the Union of the World’s Young Turkish Writers. More than 130 poems have been composed by the composers. Her first CD and cassette with the music from her poems was recorded in 2002. Her poems have been translated into many foreign languages, including Turkish, Russian, English, Georgian, Persian, and published in Turkey, Iran, Iraq, Sweden, Germany, Bulgaria, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, and elsewhere. She has been awarded many prizes. The first prize was given to her in the year 2000 in a competition dedicated to Fuzuli. She has been chosen “The person of the literature of the year” by the International Organizations called KIBATEK and VEKTOR. She has translated Modern Azerbaijani poems into Turkish and modern Kazakh and Uzbek poems into the Azerbaijani language. She has been represented in different poetry festivals in Azerbaijan. She has gained the benefit of the President’s Fund of the Azerbaijan Republic.
Lonely
~~~~
When you love,
just love.
No matter how long?
Love should be pure as it is,
coming straight from a loving heart unconditionally.
Cause love has no reason to be lovable.
As I find life so natural to breathe,
not only to live but it comes naturally.
So is love!
Love doesn’t need to be loved.
Still, if you have a question,
let me tell you
love is enough
to be together
in the moment,
however long it may be.
Love lives with its purity.
Love is a blessing,
the highest form of charity,
and the moments remain captured forever,
even when things turn bitter.
Love is made for all, but not everyone receives love. Somewhere, the mind becomes heavy over the heart.
But still, love is power,
the power to forgive one another.
But the most empowering love turns so pale today ,
in your courtyard of interests,
and I remain in awe.
My love isn’t forbidden.
I neither wear a fake smile;
I just can’t.
There, I get caught.
But I am so happy to get caught like that.
But I am not happy to experience love that comes with conditions and remains hidden for long,
until it becomes visible in the light of conditional actions.
THE POSSIBLE PHYSICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL HEALTH PROBLEMS IN CHILDREN ASSOCIATED WITH EXCESSIVE INTERNET USAGE: EXPLORING COMPUTER VISION SYNDROME AND DEPRESSION.
Elbekova Nilufar Nodirbek kizi
20-school Namangan region, Uzbekistan
Annotation: Internet usage (IU) is becoming problematic among children, which is raising the possible health problems associated with IU. This article aimed to assess how children are becoming addicted to the virtual world and explore possible physical and psychological problems associated with IU. According to the latest available data, children spend an average of 2 hours and 30 minutes on social media every day, raising the possibility of having serious digital health problems among children, which can be either psychological or physical. Several studies globally, and numerous anecdotal media reports, suggest possible links between overuse of the Internet by adolescents and young adults and negative health consequences such as depression, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, excessive daytime sleepiness, problematic alcohol use, or injury [1]. About 90 percent of children and adolescents aged 5-17 (47 million persons) use computers, and about 59 percent (31 million people) use the internet [2].
Key words: Internet usage (IU), Virtual world , Internet addiction, Computer vision syndrome (CVS) , Digital health, Depression, Support vector machine (SVM), Children, Physical health problem, Psychological health problem, Major depressive disorder (MDD), Bipolar disorder, Dysthymia.
Abstract: The use of internet among children has been increasing dramatically. Sadly, one of the biggest factors that children becoming addicted to internet is many parents` dependence on virtual world. The enough attention is not giving to children while they are being busy with internet-related activities and on top of that, even some parents are allowing them to engage with useless and harmful activities, subconsciously. About 60 percent of parents globally let their children use the Internet without any limits and do whatever they want on social media, and they do not even pay much attention to how much time their children spend in the digital world. The Internet has been having a big impact on academic performance in the last decade, making computers and electronic devices an indispensable source of education in many classrooms. Although nearly all schools have Internet access, many children and adolescents are more likely to access the Internet from their homes. Of those children and adolescents who use the Internet 78 percent access it at home compared to 68 percent who access it at school. Many of those who rely more an access at school come from lower income families (less than $35,000 per year) or have parents who have not earned at least a high school credential [2]. According to Of com, 9 out of 10 UK children aged 5 to 15 went online with an electronic device.98 per cent of 5-7-year-olds watch TV programs or films on any device for an average of over 11 hours per week. And younger kids aged 3-4 are watching for even longer with 12 hours and 42 minutes per week with 24 per cent even having their tablet [3]. Excessive use of internet gaming apps during childhood may be associated with hyperactivity, peer problems, high socioeconomic level, alexithymia concerns, shorter daytime sleep duration, and a delayed morning wake-up [4].We divide digital health problems arising from overuse of Internet into two categories : physical and psychological problems.
PHYSICAL HEALTH PROBLEM: Computer vision syndrome (CVS)
1.1 General information about CVS: One of the biggest and problematic physical health issue associated with children is computer vision syndrome (CVS). Studies have shown that eye-related symptoms are the most frequently occurring health problems among VDT users. Computer Vision Syndrome, also known as Digital Eye Strain, is a group of eye and vision-related problems that result from prolonged use of digital devices.These devices include computers, tablets, smartphones, and even e-readers. CVS is characterized by a range of symptoms that primarily affect the eyes and may manifest in various ways, such as eye discomfort, blurred vision, and headaches [5]. CVS is one of the most common and conspicuous physical health problem associated with overuse of smartphones and UV devices. A study conducted by the American Optometric Association (AOA) reported that nearly 25% of children between the ages of 6 and 18 have experienced symptoms of CVS [5].
1.2 Causes of CVS: Several causes are found but the first and primary one is prolonged screen time which is followed by long time screening. Children often spend hours on social media, entertainment apps and games. Even if they are doing assignment, this does not mean they will be bypassed. Second biggest factor is poor seating posture while working with computer, forcing child to come closer to the screen and absorbing high UV lights. That is the reason why office workers make sure that they are taking short breaks while working long hours—not only to ensure their safety and health, but also because taking quick breaks means standing up and doing some physical activity to avoid long-time sitting pain. Another interesting but simple cause of CVS is reduced blinking or in another terms -starring at screen for a long time without blinking. Eyes cannot become wet if blinking is not normal, which creates an ideal environment for UV light to more deeply penetrate the eye [5]. The last one is Blue light emitted by digital screens is known to be a significant factor in CVS. Exposure to excessive blue light, especially before bedtime, can disrupt the sleep-wake cycle and cause digital eye strain. Many devices now offer blue light filters to mitigate this issue [5]. These are the main causes of CVS, and according to many surveys it is found that many people who have suffered from it have faced these causes in the first place.
1.3 Symptoms of CVS: As CVS has several causes, the symptoms are not less. Frequent eyestrain or eye discomfort. This is manifested in the way the eyes itch, redden or often blink , often disturbs child to focus on tasks. Headaches are the most painful part of CVS. The strain on the eye muscles and the continuous effort required to focus on screens can trigger headaches, which can be quite debilitating [5]. These are quiet common among children. Researchers always involve blurred vision as a symptom CVS. Difficulty in focusing on near or distant objects is a sign of a blurred vision. It has many negative effects on childrens academic performance as they might face to some difficulties while reading from a distance or writing thanks to blurred vision. Dry eyes-as mentioned earlier, reduced blinking while using digital devices can lead to dry eyes. Dry eyes can cause discomfort, redness, and even pain. In severe cases, it may lead to long-term eye problems [5]. Symptoms are not so painful, but it is difficult for children to solve such health problems, even if they are always small. Parents should not allow these symptoms to be experienced by young children. They must teach children about the consequences of excessive IU and show some experiences for children to reflect on such physical problems.
1.4 Methods and materials: Many studies are conducted by researchers and results are approved by doctors of ophthalmology departments. Cases can be studied in various ways: assessment of the patients history, by testing patients with measurement of visual acuity, by refraction tests (it determines the necessary lens power to correct refractive errors such as nearsightedness, farsightedness, or astigmatism), by eye focus and coordination tests and questioning patients.
1.5 Results: According to recent studies female (all ages)are the most likely to have CVS than male. Age group also plays a role and children aged 8-11 develop this syndrome faster than adults with headaches has seen as the most common and frequent symptoms of CVS among all studies.Continents Percentage of children-adults
Asia (India) 50%
Africa ( Nigeria) 50-65%
North America (US) 65%
South America (Brazil) 33%
Antarctica No permanent residents
Europe (UK) 55%
Australia 58%
It is clear that 65% (around 48 million) children in US experienced with the symptoms of CVS which shows that the highest percentage among other 5 countries. Except from South America (Brazil) with the lowest percentage, other continent`s given countries showed around 50-60% of children with CVS. Because of Antarctica has no permanent residents, there is no any research has held.
Adults Children
Male Female Boys Girls
61,8% 71,4% 48-52% 50-55%
In all categories women (especially office workers) are more likely to have symptoms of computer vision syndrome, which is because they have hormonal influences to computer more than man and they are more sensitive to UV lights.
Elbekova Nilufar, daughter of Nodirbek, was born on the 7th of March in 2010 in the Namangan region, Namangan district. Study in 10th grade at 20-local school located in the Namangan district. Nilufar is interested in reading books and 3D designing as well as curious about learning new languages. Her articles have been published in various local journals. Her main aim is to become the leader of her chosen field and share her knowledge with youth.
probability
The wheat stalks breathe you in,
Braid your letters for the evenings.
And stir your songs the day they met
Upon his face, the silence… the flock of stillness.
Depart to where we began our journey,
Indeed, the streams hold but fragments.
To a time squandered,
Forgive my death when I choose you,
To the mercy of the devout, in protest,
To the dwelling of the wound,
The distance of desolation.
And your endurance was to borrow
From the star, the day of collapse’s rituals.
Within you, the debasement of poems eludes,
Towards the sunrise.
And you quiet above some plains
The languages of apprehension,
In your sailing times.
You soothe the blaze of solitude… cities,
And pour into the eye the tears of reunion,
Branches from the beginning we were,
For the land of severance.
We carry to it the beseeching letters,
To write in love,
The beloved’s spinning song.
And you still swear by the earthquake,
So as to prepare a new homeland,
Which the questions lost in their lament,
And the impossible bolted its gates
With bursts of time that began to depart.
You never left the harvests of remembrance,
That we were quenching.
With your silence, visions will not overflow
The boundaries of emptiness.
And we…
Are in vain.
***
May God Strengthen You
When love confused you one day,
And you melted into it, and you had no choice.
That separation was coming for you, my heart,
Anyway, may God strengthen you.
Why did you obey him and walk with him?
He got lost with you from the first step.
You lived life after him,
And the pain of his separation keeps you awake.
When love called to you,
You saw paradise with your own eyes,
And you returned again with what’s inside you,
In every glance, he makes you remember.
Were his days a dream, or
Was it a time that came and went?
In it, my joy is absent from his presence,
And my sorrow and worry destroy you.
Believe me, a page has been turned,
Like the hearts that were burned.
From him, love and hearts intended
To return to him again and command you.
Anyway, may God strengthen you.
***
The Roofs of Houses
It peeks from the window of our hearts,
And steps onto the paths that have drunk
From its spring, the tales.
Upon a thousand civilians who implore,
And thousands of throats whose echo
Is the roofs of houses.
Their lament still embraces them,
And gathers them,
A million prayers,
Except what it couldn’t contain.
And you, who are ascetic within your prison, waiting
For a glimpse of light,
Just to caress your forehead.
Your umbilical cord between you
And the homeland,
Knows you overcome your tears
And split your chest for the cities,
So that life may enter them,
Free from the gloomy darkness clinging
To every wall that the specter of silence
Has demolished.
These are thousands of throats whose echo
Is the roofs of houses.
***
The Scars of Salvation
Let the halos of my heart fall from my brow,
A light I thought I’d find while resting on the shoulder of the word,
The one that hums a tune through the folds of this poem.
Illuminate for others my journey, this bitter taste of a homeland’s pain,
The anguish that fills it, stirring with every dawn
That rises on a morning full of nonsense.
The word was powerless then,
Unable to forge a new space for confession,
Or pluck a bejeweled pearl from its sky
To gift to the poor, the orphans, the forgotten,
Those on the brink of death.
I know I am the zero from which all poets begin,
The seed whose sprout only grew in the shadow of my ancestors’ verses.
From them, I drew the strength to survive,
Dreaming of their blissful, generous seas.
I lean on them all with a pride that lifts me
Into realms bright with the light of their wisdom, O Lady Poem.
All I ever wanted from you was salvation,
To end on your shores.
I began you (or you began me) among the transients
In a city whose streets had all gone dark,
Forgotten by long wars, then awakened just once
By the triumph of survivors, and drops of hope
That thirst couldn’t defeat.
Between tables of gunpowder and napalm,
Scattered limbs and blood-stained walls,
Jackets lie vomiting on the sides of ruins,
With the words “I was here” scrawled upon them.
A hemorrhage of questions.
How I’ve longed for my poems to take them on,
A path to grief and to release.
I craft my shoot for the fated crowd,
And belong to the march coming from those forgotten lands
Hidden in the folds of shackles and prison cells,
The torment of hungry stomachs,
The gasping of tongues behind cries for departure,
The absence of hope for a coming brilliance
That carries on its face the radiance of the impossible.
Lady Poem, I know glory in your proof.
I know the secret in your river.
This is how we meet, and with us, we meet
A life that has no shrine,
A life that only survived through an impossible bargain
Between a bundle of thorns that grew just once
From the pain of salvation.
I am destined to live and to see the city
Be the first to bless the burning heat of a step toward freedom,
Swearing by the fading glory in its children’s eyes,
The honeyed treasures flowing over a new homeland.