Thoughts I Sing Are His Soul
Variable faiths adopted and practiced by each race loiter,
Between the sunrise and sunset, are witnessed by our life-
Churches, mosques, and temples are monstrously built,
To worship the Almighty to protect us from any strife!
The spirit of good reign thrives in stellar space,
But the terror of desert softly questions not why-
And my poetic eyes wander or bathe in copper sunrays,
As a child of the morning star under the Autumn sky!
I have leaned freely on the God’s shoulder, as my pillow,
And sung His glory over happy or sad days and nights-
It taught me nothing but the madness of life in dessert,
And there’s neither God nor evil, in darkness or lights!
I never heard it or learnt in any other decisive way,
But it may be the superstition in my Bedouin soul-
And the race issues of the world burn my thoughts,
To make me feel like a horrible living flaming coal!
At times, I dare neither to lose nor to fear,
About a situation that may suddenly appear-
But in others, my Gypsy-broods seem to tell,
I should feel neither a shame nor a cheer!
So, in a paradoxical manner of my freedom banner,
I surely confess: Thoughts that I sing are His soul-
And my solo ride of life on the global ocean of love
Will dilapidate me with horses’ neigh, or rock-n-roll!!
“Milestone”
July 5, 2024
Hillol Ray, D.Litt., Ph.D. (Doctor of Humanity), D.Phil. (Theology), Ph.D. (Honoris Causa), D.Phil. (Nigeria), D.Litt. (Morocco), Poet Laureate, Author, Translator, is an Environmental Engineer with the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) in Dallas, Texas. He is listed in Who’s Who in Asian-Americans, Marquis Who’s Who in America, Who’s Who in Science and Engineering, and Who’s Who in the World. His books “Wings of Time”, “Metamorphic Portrait” (Amazon. Com) -recently released.
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You are a support when I am sick, you are my refuge given by God,
Which I wish for my life, save my happiness, mother.
You will keep my night bright,
You will light up my path with a smile,
I will give my life if you are sick,
May my happiness be safe, my mother.
I will not bow down to falsehood,
I will find my food with my honest livelihood,
Don’t let my tears see the end of your love, my mother
Your love, fierce as a spring,
Your dear daughter who loves you dearly.
About the author
Abrieva Umida was born on 07.09.2003 in the Chimboy neighborhood of the Pastdargom district of the Samarkand region. She is currently a student of the Namangan State Pedagogical Institute K.BTS.CU-23-group.
Umida’s journey is marked by passion for literature, reflecting her dedication to personal and academic growth. As she continues her studies, she embodies the spirit of promising individual poised to contribute meaningfully to her community and beyond.
Time
Time ticks on, a constant beat,
Days and nights in a rhythmic sweep.
Moments pass, both fast and slow,
As we watch our lives unfold and grow.
Seconds tick, hours run,
Life moves on, one by one.
In each breath, every rhyme,
We feel the touch of time.
Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Tulip...
To hold the arms of my destiny
firmly,
Find me
Looking at the mountains, even on a rainy way,
Bring a bouquet of tulips.
You are the person the artist drew on my forehead!
Love me with your soul over and over again
My lips are red, the first time you see them,
Bring a hearty white tulip.
Perhaps,
we know each other
Maybe a stranger
But fate crossed our paths.
Having smiled from happiness in your hug,
Bring the happiest tulip.
Write one poem
from your heart
Let your words touch my heart.
So much...
Standing proudly in front of the flower holder,
Bring me your life!
Dilnura Rakhmanova was born on March 20, 2003 in the village of Madir, Khanka district, Khorezm region. Currently, she is a 3rd year student of the Faculty of Philology of Urganch State University. His poems are published in the anthology “The song of Uzbek homeland” in “Amazon” publishing house of USA, “Ezgu so’z” newspaper, “Inja San’at” international electronic magazine, “Teacher” scientific and methodical magazine, “Turkestan” newspaper of Azerbaijan. , kafkazh.com site, Kenya’s “The Mt. Kenya Times”, Bangladesh’s “Red Times” international newspapers, Pakistan’s “Sindh courir” artistic and scientific site and stories in the Turkish “Artshop” publishing house, the anthology “Türkçe’nin ındakï Uzbek sesi”, “Hilol” It was published in the Republic of Artists Collection. His poems and stories have been translated into English, Turkish, and Azerbaijani languages. Participant of “Navqiron Gujumlar” poetic duel. “Student of the Year 2022” University stage “The most active creative student of the year” nomination. She is the recipient of the “Glotur life excellence” medal of the international scientific magazine “Glotur life”. The author of the poetry collection “Bakhtmunchaq”. sold to 26 countries of the world. “JustFiction! The first collection of stories and essays “Ways of life and dream” (“Ways of Life and Dream”) was published in English in the “Edition” publishing house. She is a graduate of the Shine Academy for Girls. She has a membership certificate of the international organization “Juntos por las Letras” of Argentina, “Iqra” of Pakistan. and Indonesia “Asih Sasami”, Egypt’s “Creativity Forum For Culture, Arts and Peace”, India’s “All India Council for Technical Skill Development” is a member of international organizations. Scholarship of the regional governor. Participant of international forums and conferences.
Please, don't cry, Mama
Please, don't cry, don't shed a tear, my dear Mama,
Through thick and thin, you're my guiding star.
When pain consumes me, don't grieve, my anchor,
Let heavens weep, but you, Mama, never.
Don't you worry about worldly strife,
Or whispers of gossiping, meaningless life.
"My only child, alone I strive," please don't say,
Just you, Mama, don't cry, brighten my day.
Feeling the sting of those close, I confess,
Sometimes I grow weary, life seems a mess.
My heart feels crushed, with each painful press,
But please, Mama, don't cry, your tears I suppress.
At times I can't be by your side so near,
Hiding my sorrows, a smile I force, it's clear.
Even a single teardrop, I can't bear,
So please, Mama, don't cry, my love I share.
You're the sun that lights my life's every stage,
My only support, my solace and gauge.
In you, my hope for tomorrow's page,
So please, Mama, don't cry, your love, my cage.
O'roqboyeva O'roloy G'ulomovna was born on September 10, 2005, in the Okoltin district of the Syrdarya region. She is currently a second-year student in the Faculty of Natural Sciences, majoring in Biology, at Guliston State University. At the same time, she is a young member of the Uzbekistan Liberal Democratic Party (XDP).
O'roloy has pursued knowledge in various fields, including education, personal development, politics, and finance. She is currently mastering English and Turkish.
abstract world
are we running
out of paint
conversation corner . . .
where we sit to check
our phones
trapping mix of flavors
in the casserole
heat dome
back then
how little we knew
about anything
she tells me hubby
won't be joining her for dinner
widow
angle broom
yet my corners
unswept
toasting
her campaign contributions
party atmosphere
tubes
to the outside world
incubator
whispers of shadows
they tell me everything
about you
casting
his vote with confidence
fisherman
Roberta Beach Jacobson (she/her) is drawn to the magic of words–poetry, song lyrics, flash fiction, puzzles, and stand-up comedy. Her latest book is Demitasse Fiction: One-Minute Reads for Busy People (Alien Buddha Press, 2023). She lives in Iowa with her husband and three cats.
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