experts
i’m surrounded by experts
wherever i go
in my walk-around listening-in days
they appear out of nowhere
carrying their wisdom
and give it out to all who will listen
just recently
i’ve encountered an increase of them
sharing their knowledge vocally
like the woman on my local jetty
telling her friend
how to fix up her marriage
the man in a park
giving information to another
about buying a rental property
the boy at a beach
explaining to his mate
the trick to skimming a rock on water
the guy sitting with coffee in café
instructing a young bloke
on what to do with his money
the girl in a busy bakery
advising her friend
on what to have for lunch
and on it goes more and more
every day in every way
these fabulous experts
directing those they’re with
on what to do
and how to do it
i thought to myself
while on the bus yesterday
i don’t think i’m an expert at much
and while i’ve certainly done
plenty of things in my life
doing things doesn’t make one an expert
but with so many experts
who have so much to say
i don’t think the world needs any more
so i’ll keep walking-around
and listen-in when i can
to the experts and their expertise
Stephen House has won awards and nominations as a poet, playwright, and actor. He’s been commissioned often, with 20 plays produced, many published by Australian Plays Transform. He’s received international literature residencies from The Australia Council for the Arts to Canada and Ireland, and an Asialink residency to India. He’s had two chapbooks published by ICOE Press Australia: ‘real and unreal’ poetry and ‘The Ajoona Guest House’ monologue. His poetry is published often. He’s performed his acclaimed monologues, ‘Appalling Behaviour’, ‘Almost Face to Face’ and ‘The Ajoona Guest House’ widely. His play, ‘Johnny Chico’ ran in Spain for four years.
PROTECT NATURE
The steppe-deserts consider me a friend,
My heart laughs.
If I hope, I will believe,
Being seen.
Even if the storms howl and rise,
Calm down.
If I spread my arms, the songs
Hooray tinar.
I planted a seedling, the bucket caught the clouds,
It's raining.
The purple wind quenches his thirst,
Milk the man.
The seeds of the millennium sprout.
Like grass.
I landed like a butterfly on the rocks,
It's natural to forget.
In my gaze, the world is circumcision,
Blue happy.
Let the food you prepare for the earth,
Hard work.
I strive in the endless ocean,
Foggy road.
It lights up from the sound of babies,
A blue outstretched hand.
There were deserts, there was a sea, there was a field,
The form of tyranny makes nature pale.
My sprouts will shrivel if I don't water them,
It shows the cause of ignorance.
Heads Man is an optimal solution for himself,
Different ways.
If we don't take care of them, they will become deserts like deserts.
Even lakes..
08/05/2023
O'tkir Mulikboyev Kochkor oglu, Koshrabot district, Samarkand region, Republic of Uzbekistan
The son of Mulikboyev O’tkir Kochkor was born on August 11, 1990.
Currently, he is a student of the ISFT Institute, majoring in “Primary Education”.
Promoter of creative and cultural issues and primary education teacher at school 75 in Koshrabot district, Samarkand region
His creative works are “Bakht khunirogi” Tashkent, “Buta 5” Azerbaijan, “Turan writers” Turkey, “Anthology of Kazakh and Uzbek artists” Uzbekistan, “Uzbek writers anthology” Canada, “Young Pencilers 2″ ” Published in Moldovan, republican and international collections.
His poems were translated into Turkish, Azerbaijani, English, Russian and published in more than ten countries.
Hundreds of poems have appeared in the press.
Awarded with the “Initiative Reformer” badge of the international level.
