My impressions of books

“Khaloskor Sultan Sayfiddin Qutuz” is a novel written by Shahodat Ulug (who was born in Nurota, now lives and works in the Netherlands), and the work tells about the years of rule of Mahmud ibn Mahmud Sayfiddin, the son (nephew) of Jalaluddin Manguberdi’s sister, in Egypt, and his battles against the invading Mongols (Ain Jolut, Beit Shi’an), described the struggle of members of the Ayyubid dynasty against internal forces and their claims to the throne.

Some artistic aspects of the work are added by the author to make the reader more fascinated by the work. For example, the image of Ravza, Saifiddin’s beloved.

But at the same time, in writing the novel, the works of historians who gave information about that period were also used (Batlimus, Rumi, Charles-“Senyobas”, Makrizi).

Some of the events in the work contradict historical information (processes related to Turkon Khotun). But I don’t want to condemn the writer, the work of art is art in its own right.

But the work is characteristic of that period and at the same time it is explained in a language understandable to the reader. Special thanks to the author for this!

The ending of the play saddened me, why did the fate of such a strong person who avenged his uncle meet the same fate as his uncle…?!!

I wrote about the work briefly, but it is full of historical and artistic information. I am sure that you will witness this by reading the work.

I would like to leave you with short excerpts from the work:

“A blow from within the kingdom is dangerous because the outside world remains unaware of this threat. And the bandi locked inside goes on its way to its death in the bloody games of talent.

Life is a cruel despot.

Life is cold death inside a bloody talent game.”

“A person goes astray, but one day he will return to his origin and originality. Don’t get caught up in things that are alien to human nature.”

“Do good, if the fish knows, if not, Khaliq will know. It is enough for me to know the people.”

“Heart paralysis is a much sadder tragedy than physical paralysis. As a result, it forces a person to breathe in an unhealthy environment and condemns a person to live like a living corpse.

From the language of the image of Najmiya: “I was squeezed into my mother’s narrow stomach, oh, let there be wails, let there be cries, I could not fit into my father’s house, like a child clinging to a fortress.”

“A person sometimes finds suffering in happiness, and sometimes grows up in poverty and then rises to the heights.”

“Be careful! There is a piece of meat on the body. If it heals, the whole body heals.

If it fails, the whole body fails. He is the soul!’

Birthday Poem
 
My mind is filled to capacity by the divine.
There is no longer space for unresolved pain.
Although it never ceases to beat on the door 
of my sanity.
The divine excludes all misery and transforms 
it into love.
As the divine protects its own.
You ask me, 'What about the demands of the outside world.'
There is no outside world.
Only a false world made from fear and loathing.
A  world  tormented by misery and pain.
Waiting to enter and shake it up.
Ah, I say there is no world only love.
for that is what I choose.
What you choose is held in exile until you are ready.
The things of the earth need no external pleasure.
They are secure within.
Demons can no longer survive in the mind as there
is no air for them to breath.
They trip on the ruby slippers left by a lost and
tormented child.
Now healed, safe and free.
The woods are cold and dangerous.
and the life they offer is seductive.
The woods are full of hidden thorns and grief.
They must be left on the craggy rocks.
The must die before inflicting pain and sorrow.
Do not go near them for like burs they will stick
to you forever.
 
Sandy Rochelle

Quotidian

No, I said.

I would not

Like that.

I held

still. The offer

on the table

stalled. He walked. 

I stayed

apart. He started

thought and speech.

I heard. One word.

Born on the Cusp of July

Is it officially monsoon yet

Are we about to be hush wet

Showering constantly repeatedly

Pre- and post-walk the east

Valley husky with loaded clouds 

And hail and winds and gloom 

Confirming gravity all very

Garlicy and fraught

In Cherrapunjee, India, rainfall

Lasted 86 consecutive days imagine

Arizona like that no broom sturdy enough to 

Push away the ruins lodged

Between repeat signs on the

Page

Hush Puppies

Hush puppies on the soles

of the feet of David Ignatow

at the podium one foot atop the other.

Warm young safe shoes. Hush 

puppies belonging to David Ignatow

He spoke in plain tones that rose 

in the carpeted auditorium

where students would go to hear

poetry slide into the tonal registers

of daily life. Hush puppies below the soft cuffs

of the trousers of David Ignatow

a gentle plow through speech allowed

its reach from his matter of fact

voice that cared. A flock of early voices

honored him flapped their wings locating their

span.

The Jugular Is Blotched

Within-ness tends to thin. From afar

Someone ekes out an expletive 

Ripe as shame. Justice, meanwhile

Scampers out the back by way of

The loose screen door rattling proof 

Of departure, in haste and how

Left behind one probably is.

Punch lists Judy as his

Executrix, meanwhile the bottler

Keeps things going and flowing. 

Included in a firm punch list 

A scattergram quotidian enough 

Not to bother with a pinata plump and

Strikable 

Cognitive Dissonance 2

I say I’m busy

I’m always busy

Being busy but

I am doing something 

Defining I’m always 

Listening to myself 

Learn it’s just that

In your view

I’m not busy at all

Because I’m not 

Going anywhere 

With you

Sheila E. Murphy’s most recent book is Permission to Relax (BlazeVOX Books, 2023). Awards: Gertrude Stein Poetry Award for Letters to Unfinished J and the Hay(na)ku prize for Reporting Live From You Know Where (Meritage Books, 2018). 

Sheila Murphy – Wikipedia

Threads Baring



new lapels disfigured mediation 

busters harried to the tenth extreme

seek remedial disasters planned

under wedging banter associates

columnar when their vocable thread

transforms cased carrier remnants

to particle misgivings that hedge

the bettors shrubbing their green 

with a nonchalance left unsuited

for the tidal remnant massage

dismembered as any catalogue 

request impaneled many stairwells

casing the place for customer jars

buried as a threat of last return

to the clever parlor tricks turned

in Reno slot machines corporate

as any corporeal inflation suit

litigated under a fading gauntlet 

or store a subterfuge in the pine

casket longing for a short return

on a retreat binding loose shrieks

to vacant cleanser armies trapped 

in arrears or security bank lifts

its torrential rhetorical compendia

toward reactor bastions dancing

cradle riffs under moonshine wind

somatic upturn notwithstanding

the columnar implication dread

gradually shedding incumbents

of dormant centipede infraction

prints tracking lawns long gone

to granite vestibule packaging

arthritic numbers in stale heat

to lessen the platelet impact

consumed as a quadrant vocal

turning silent on a squeaky pivot




No Cigar Too Close



a Havana leak imploding

ratchets calcium in spite

a disconsolate liquidator



frying pawned banter 

erased porcupine litanies



molting solar remuneration

developed darkening eyefuls

where headboards scattered



paradiddle femurs to daze

solar paperbacks with shock



the witch tonsil ache foiled

leaking punctuation reform

one bored seawater escape



released a subliminal jotting

and stapled scarves divulge



queasy octagons needle

rampant spitfires encompass

the disconsolate liquidators



harkening scripture grouches 

recycle their pauper caravan





Kindling Ash




a conflagration mentor

firing up a passion lost

conical invitations rapt



           in fashion

           gear turned to spark



                     and catch



       the lessening arc of the flare



            as touched

                              by inspiration



                inventing the fashion

                of the passion come



           much before

                                 aspiration circuits



                   fence convention tents

                   along the downslide glow



                      the grin 

                                  in the dark

                                                    inspired 



lightening the shouldered

incentive that fear turned

cynical the will untapped



           despite

           the endless recitation

           a replay                  deployed

                        cylindrical



                                invective rations 

                                a rhetorical spin



                and out



                              no invitation needed



                                                                 after dark 




Vernon Frazer’s most recent poetry collection is MANTIC PANDEMIC,  a C22 publication.

C22 will publish Frazer’s Voyage in Port in July 2024. 

The Pick of Love

A way goes through the bushes
The light with colorful glow reflects
All the way it spreads the roses
The green smiles and the flowery grasses

A dream of love welcomes here
Beats the heart charming everywhere 
We celebrate our joy hand in hand
Get lost with the bliss of Gaia’s pad

Here dances all the mount’s pick
The faces blush in the sun’s kiss
The clouds hug the pyramid’s pace
Call me to be in touch of the world’s grace.

Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh,
16 June, 2024.

Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been being published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years. 

Important rules for staring work

Amanbayeva Dinora 20 school

9^th grade student

Annatatsiya.

For many people, work is more important than family. Of course, the owners of every profession it is, be it builders, teachers, engineers, servants, doctors, salesmen, entrepreneurs, in any situation. they spend time on work. Most people find different ways to look for a job; they carefully check the place where they are going to work, they study in training courses, some people in some tofi become incapacitated for work due to some random events.

People with such a factor love their work, their profession, they work with pleasure, even if they work all day, there is no fatigue at all they are the best in their field, and with this they feel happy, and they never work under compulsion.

In 2010, Marcy was named the best teacher in New York. This woman was recommended to become a dean of the university. But she only chose her profession, she says that she likes her profession, she just enjoys teaching. Marcy did not regret her decision and taught for many years. Another celebrity is also asking him to demote his position. the reason for this was that the management activity started to prevent him from showing his creative potential.

Charles Kettering, the exponent of showing his creative potential. Charles Kettering, the founder of the ignition contact system, was the vice-president of the company ‘‘General Motors’’

You should always be able to set a deadline when you start something, that is you write down the clock with the exact date time.

Learn to praise. Get along with your team at work. Learn how to motivate each employee for their work according to their personalities.

Keyword: General Motors, President

Introduction; You should always have friends around you who are highly knowledgeable and are always working on themselves, and you should have a teacher who is a master of your craft.

What you should do

-to be the best in your field

-to approach work with responsibility

-you should always communicate properly with other people

-you should do something useful without wasting your time

-you should have a good relationship with your partners

-you must be able to take risks in any aituation

– always make a good impression on the people around you, make an effort

-be loyal to your work in any situation, don’t give up your work

-creating an atmosphere of professionalism

-order, respect

And always evaluate yourself when you go to the street or to work,  pay attention to your appearance. And be able to earn the trust of your friends at work, have sincere conversation with customers, respect the listener, do not interrupt him or her when he or she speaks, you can speak after the end of rakat speech

-be bold,determined,responsible and enthusiastic.

Take the initiative to make your work interesting.

Do not be afraid of difficulties. Be independent to yourself, problems don’t let it happen. Always listen carefully when meeting with partners. Because it helps you.

-be a good listener, the ear will protect you from falling into awkward situations. [Frank Tiger]

What should you focus on

-don’t be impatient, always listen to your interlocutor’s opinion.

-do not be indifferent to your interlocutor

Conclusion; In short, if you are always responsible for your work and love your work, you will always achieve results and you can sign contracts with many partners. Making the right decision will always benefit you and those around you.

Then everyone will approach their work with sincerity like you.

Recommendation: pay attention to how you spend your time, write down your daily plans and put them into practice, and you will achieve quick and easy results.

And read every job responsibly, don’t make mistakes when submitting the job application.

-assign employees based on their beliefs and abilities.

Books to read:

-how to climb the career ladder

[Dale Carnegie]

-a book of modern manners of a man who knows the eye of work

[Dale Carnegie]

LIFE AND AFTERLIFE 

Life after life, birth after birth 
We are rolling here 
carrying all the passion 
All the miseries and small happiness 
in our lonely breasts.
With so much pain and remorse 
Forgetting everything about the real truth 
With so much pain, so many miseries. 
We wallow in mud and mire
Without thinking about our true nature  
Our original mission.
 
We forget that we are a guest 
For the time being 
In this mortal field.
We have to leave this place one day. 
Our mission here is to earn a divinity 
Which is the only thing we will carry 
to the other world.

Our mission is to achieve 
divinity during this lifetime. 
Our mission is not to amass material wealth 
fame and ephemeral properties. 
But the permanent bliss and happiness. 
It will pass this mortal hemisphere and will be radiant 
in the other world free from all 
bondage of material field.


SOFT GAZE

I remember meeting with you was accidental.
It was a nice coincidence.
Now I could not think of a life without you.
God has sent an angel like you.
To set my life purposefully
Thus you have become an essential person to me
I know what I have gained.
Need not to elaborate 
Sometimes life changes so quickly 
through companionship
A sweetness of life has begun with you.
One thing is sure, there is a flow of verses.
And you  have become the theme of my poem
For, you yourself is a beautiful poem.
With your nice eyes and cascading hair
 And flower-like soft gaze



RHYTHM

Everywhere Nature is smiling with a rhythmical spell.
Everywhere is heard its supreme music.
As Nature opens its face in the eyes of the dawn, the leaves and creepers dazzle in aureate sunshine.
The dew drops glitter like pearls in the grass.

The birds flutter in the sky in groups with chorus leaving their rhythmic verse in the breast of time.
The buzzing of bees and insects creates a magical rhythm.
The flowers in spring dance in the sweet breeze in a rhythmic way.
The whisper of the vernal wind is mesmerizing and enthralling. 

The rustle of branches and leaves is soft and vibrating.
The flower opens silently with a rhythmic note creating a soft vibration in the air.
The sea with its dancing waves creates a beautiful symphony all the time.
It vibrates the shore enlivening, and invigorating the pristine earth with new energy and life.

The magical autumnal moon looks enchanting. In the rainy season, there is a beautiful movement of the clouds.
The raindrops create a rhythmic sound on the leaves and creepers.
All the heavenly bodies like the sun, stars, and planets all exist and move in a rhythmic vibration of forces.

The eternal subtle relationship between different creations is called rhythm and they cling to each other.


BOUNDLESS LOVE 

I have visualised the glory of boundless love in you.
Your eyes gleam of pure love.
That never wants anything in return.
I appreciate your belief in love.
If love is lust, the essence of love is lost.
In love, we just maintain a makeshift way. 
It ends with a casual life.
In most cases, love is not transported to a superior level
Love dies much before it blooms.
It dies with the disappearance of the body.
It destroys in body's level.
Love ceases its divinity.


Bio

Maheshwar Das is a bilingual poet, translator, editor, and story writer. He writes in English and Odia language.
He has been pursuing his creative writing for the last twenty years and has authored more than one thousand English poems. All of his poetical exposition centres around Nature, God,   love, and relationships. Some of his poems have been translated into international languages. He has co-authored three English anthologies of poems with his two friends.  Besides he is the co-author of more than fifty English anthologies of poems of many literary groups.
He holds the degree of M.A. in both Economics and History. He has accomplished a Ph.D.  degree in sociology from Utkal University. He also holds a law degree from M.S. Law College, Cuttack. He hails from Mallipur in the district of Cuttack, Odisha, India.
His English poems have been published in several national and international journals and Anthologies and have gained worldwide appreciation. He has received so many accolades from various national and international literary groups. He is a recipient of the Gold Medal award from the World Union of Poets, Rome.