Skin

The fallen leaves of ashen branches
The dark corridors of witchhours of Soho
I call back my divine spree
My nebulous skin opens forth 
As it did with the wildly sights 
The passengers come forth
The dark train leaps forth
The tulle disk hour is gone
For it braids within the nightmarish high
The evening skies that simmered through
For the deadly hours run by
As the daisies open forth
As the Lilacs spread their lofty wings sky high. 

(Image of a middle aged South Asian man with short dark hair, reading glasses, no beard but a small mustache. He’s got a plaid collared shirt on and blue jeans and is sitting in front of a tan wall.)

THE WORLD BETWEEN US

In this world of love, songs, and lore.
As I watch you at a distance, my dear.
My heart thrills with joy and pleasure.
I always aspire to the blissful days at the core.

In this world of the sun and moon.
With the grandeur of Autumn and Spring.
We will have a nice time in nature soon. 
And make this life 
full of felicity in a magical Spring. 

This world is full of forces of good and evil.
We must always cherish a positive will.
And drive out the forces of destruction and the devil.
To make this life full of bliss and goodwill.

Oh dear, let us spread our love to all the creation.
For, the world is suffering, it needs so much love.
Let us love the creation and save it all from destruction.
To all creation let us extend, our ardent love and aspiration.



SONGS OF CUCKOO AND OTHER BIRDS 

Even if it was not dawn 
The sweet symphony of the cuckoo swept into the air
Like a sweet canticle 
It was so clear, sublime, and ecstatic, 
It filled me with a celestial feeling.
As an early riser, 
I sat on the balcony of my house in the countryside and enjoyed it to my heart's content.
It seemed to me that I was not sipping the coffee but the sweet song of the cuckoo.
It was not far off.
Hardly a few meters away from my house. 

Again I heard the fascinating voice of a bird.
With this also, the spring breeze was touching me.
It was having a special charm.
It was so enjoyable free, light, and beautiful.
It was near my balcony,
I saw a tiny bird not more 
than the size of a thumb 
but gifted with so sweet songs.
Being curious I went to see it among the flowering plants adjoining the balcony.
As l went near, it flew away into the air.
But I know, it will again come back and
spread its mesmerizing spell and make the environment happy and 
jubilant.
For, spring is existing with all its beauty and splendour.



SILENT LOVE

You are separated from me miles away
Perhaps there is less chance to meet again
But your memory always haunts me
And still, always a subtle silent link moves.
It travels from me to you always
It speaks soul to soul
An inner soul voice speaks to you in silent hours.
It is, as if, you are with me and talking. 
I feel the pangs but I transcend it.
A sense of satisfaction I feel.
You can tell it is love or anything else.
I believe, beyond body, feelings transcend
And takes the soul to the loved one.
Beyond body, a true love world exists.
Body attachment destroys, the purity of love
True love is always beyond body.
It transcends and comes back to your shore



DIVINE FLAME

In the far distance on the horizon
There blaze a flower of crimson light
So radiant and bright
Behold it with all your might

My heart aspires to touch the Saviour's light
Under the dew drops deep. 
With the blade of grass filled with dew.
Nodding its head and dancing in the breeze

With the soulful fight
I stand to place my ordeal allure.
With all my endeavour
Only for the coveted goal

Nothing can deflate
Nothing can erase
Nothing can allure and detract
Nothing can move me
My attention is on the saviour light.

With determination of ton's fight
My aspiration jumps to an unseen height
To catch hold of the divine light
With the blessings of the heavenly sight.


He 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.

A Conceptual Poem for Everyone



Imagine a poem to which anyone can contribute.



Everyone brings their best knowledge and their best words.



If you love the earth and the worms inside it, you can write about earth and the worms inside it.


You can describe your love.



If you love the brief-lived 80s superhero show Misfits of Science you can write about Misfits of Science.
 

Other poets who love Misfits of Science will also write about Gloria Dinallo, a telekinetic teenager.
 

She is troubled. She is Courteney Cox.
 

Poets will write about her.
 

You have invented Wikipedia.

I am Wahab 

My reading teacher used to call me 
"Little Lamb" My mother called me "Feather" 
She'd confine me to the room during storms 
So, I wouldn't fly like last time 
Upon returning from school 
My friends would call me a "Rocket" 
I'd swallow the streets like an aspirin pill, 
Leaving no one ahead of me 
Now I am still Wahab Rolling 
Like a cylinder on rugged ground 
Next to a wall leaning toward collapse. 

By Wahab Shereef Translated by Faleeha Hassan …….. ‏Wahab Al-Sharif ‏is an Iraqi poet, born in Najaf in 1961. He is a member of the Union of Authors and Writers in Iraq. He holds a bachelor’s degree in journalism and media from the University of Baghdad. ‏He has published 22 poetry collections.
 

School-age child and his psychology

Abdukadirova Mahliyo
Faculty of Primary Education, Kimyo International University in Tashkent, Tashkent Uzbekistan

Abstract: In the article, we will get acquainted with the education, upbringing and psychology of school-aged children. Information is given about the circumstances of early childhood and the circumstances that develop in the child's age and psychology. Parents are also informed about how to react at this time and what they should pay more attention to.

Key words: Psychology, early childhood, preschool education, age crisis, cognitive process, intensive memory.

Since when did psychology develop at this level, not only for school-aged children, but for everyone in general, the attention given to it has rapidly increased, and today such questions have increased a lot. From the years of independence, the attention to people began to change, their value was appreciated, and hopes for the future grew. Not only adults, but also children, their education has reached an important level. One of the main goals is to increase attention to them from childhood, to teach them the first stages of education before they reach school age, and to pay special attention to the psychology of each child. The future is in the hands of these children, so it is the duty of adults to create enough opportunities for them today. Every child starts his education in his family, then when he reaches a certain age, he goes to preschool, then to primary school, and so on, of course, his psychology also develops.

Psychologists define preschool age as three to seven years. Because the periods of crisis that occur in every era begin precisely in childhood from the age of three. A child who has reached the age of three begins to experience the first age crisis. At the same time, seven years are also called such a period of crisis. Of course, the reason for this is the school-going age, which is the period of every child's life from the first age crisis to the second age crisis, and it is also a very important period for pedagogues and psychologists. After a three-year-old child begins preschool education, very different changes begin to be observed in him, that is, now he begins to help, think for himself, make decisions, and even behave like adults. It is a period of rapid growth and development of the child to understand what is happening around him. When starting preschool education, parents give him the main support, the skills and qualifications that he has, because the process of transitioning from playing games to preparing lessons begins. A child who grows up playing various role-playing games and imitating them no longer imitates them at the age of five. His psychology now begins to prioritize education.

According to psychologists, it is very good for a child to grow up playing various games, because by playing games, he creates an event or a fairy tale, he searches for names for the characters in it, and the game during the playing process, they organize a conversation with each other, of course, this significantly increases the process of communication in the child. A child who has reached the age of six now wants to increase his conversation with children of the same age. Three or four children become friends together, their interest in drawing and listening to fairy tales increases. Of course, a child who is interested in doing everything has whims and masculinity, but it is easier to get out of such a situation by trying to understand him and not just leave him alone. This is how we can answer the question of how the psychology of a preschool child changes. A child of that age has a very good memory, but a child cannot imagine something without seeing or touching it. That is, his imagination will be limited. Parents and children to develop it he should take him on more walks, take him to museums and similar places and patiently and attentively show and explain everything. He should talk with the child about what he saw, ask questions and answer all the questions of the child. Of course, with this, memory develops intensively, the child's attention increases. It is very important to strengthen and develop memory in school-aged children.

Rapid mental development at preschool age, that is, the child's excessive curiosity and asking many questions, is also found in his psychology. As a result, the child develops cognitive processes: memory, attention, thinking, speech, emotion, imagination and creative abilities. A parent who sees a child's mental development and is not indifferent pays him a lot of attention and helps him take the first steps for his future. When a child comes into the world, it is like a white sheet of paper, and when the feelings that we count as adults are formed in him, gradually his life develops mentally and spiritually. School-aged children start coloring this white paper due to their interest in various things, and parents play the biggest role here. That is, they help the child to paint this white paper with suitable colors. In order to know and understand all this, first of all, they should be able to understand the child's psychology and show the right way. Giving birth to a child does not mean that everything is fine, the most important thing is to be able to give him appropriate education. Because that child is considered a person in society, a person who has not received proper education is not considered important for any society.

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MATRIARCH

Sarah stood a tall, broad-shouldered
woman of regal bearing 
wearing a dress always
and faux pearls with a black toile hat
flat as a stove top lid.
She came from Stoke-on-Trent
in old Blighty where she worked 
as a clerk for a milliner.
She married her love, Matt,
at a tender age but he toiled in a cage
in a mine and had no prospects.
The only way to escape indenture
was by adventure so they emigrated
uneducated as to their destination.
A trip by ship took them to Halifax,
then on by train to the vast plains
of Saskatchewan, where winter
was so cold, truth be told,
it tore the breath from their mouths
in gouts of astonishment.
But through it all she smiled with a style
far above her raising, a proud, penniless
émigré cleaved to her man standing alone
against a world of possibilities.
Matt hired out to farm a farmer’s land,
while Sarah took to cooking in the farmer’s house.
In time they went to rent  a place nearby
Where the wheat grown was their own.
She bore five children, three daughters 
and two sons, her family then begun.
She suffered through the Great Depression
but never questioned her decision
to become the woman she longed to be.
She was a corner post for most
of the local women in a community
of immigrants, native-born, and transplants.
She thrived, so alive in her role
as a woman risen beyond her station
in a nation where such was possible.
When her Matt died she made her way
to stay with daughters, one, two, three,
then on to a home where she roamed
the long halls on the arms of her 
grandsons, favored over the women
as was the British way. But a slip
and a broken hip sent her to hospital
undressed from her dress and bedded
without her pearls and teeth.
They called upon my mother, but Sarah wanted
no other to see her in what she knew
to be a sorry state, refusing all pleas
to please eat something, saying she knew 
what she had to do – and she did, willing
herself to die at ninety-three,
a woman to be reckoned with
to the end.