Think About It Turning myself inside out for you so you can sniff and contemplate if I'm worth a smoke all my jokes meaning more than tears and you're beginning to understand my love is beyond endless and more faithfull as the spin of the earth and beat of stars so come and make us as one.... A Way Home Let's run together quick step and jump holding hands over this nervous world sun tanning our bare backs and rumps easy breathing and laughing with no fear we will be like children long before the aging of flowers their scent stopping time in awe so smack your lips we're going to kiss a sugar dream lasting forever! Flight In the air floating I'm your hero and you're my Goddess clouds soft stopping when we want lying upon them sunset's far reaching fingertips of warmth we dance naked into a night sky of teasing stars. Created And when our dreams melt we will float in the sea under the night with the coming dawn I seeing you and you seeing me soon in heaven where we were created to be. Stephen Jarrell Williams can be found on X Twitter @papapoet
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Essay from Norsafarova Nilufar
Place and importance of the imperative, united and separate clauses and the input device in the sentence
Norsafarova Nilufar Boybori’s daughter
Shahrisabz State Pedagogical Institute 1st stage student of Uzbek language and literature
First of all, let’s talk about motivation and its classification. The imperative is a word expander of the second person pronoun that is not directly related to the linguistic structure of the sentence, expressed or not expressed in the structure of the sentence. Just as a separate part enters into a meaningful relationship with a separate part, the impulse also has a meaningful connection with the person to whom the speech is directed, the subject: 1
“Are you afraid, teacher?” he asked. Brother Gafur was pale.
Look at me, brother Gafur, – I tried to praise Domla like a demon.
Look at me, brother.
The old and the old women, who stared at the paths of war, were praying until dawn: God, keep my child under your shelter.
– Father, I still haven’t learned academic skills. 2
R. Sayfullayeva, B. Mengliyev, G. Boqiyeva, M. Qurbonova, Z. Yunusova, M. Abuzalova. Current Uzbek literary language. Tashkent-2009 (page 376)
Said Ahmed “What I lost and what I found” “Sano-standard” publishing house. Tashkent-2019 (pages 51, 57, 99, 239, 63)
Adverbs can be expanded with other words and used in conjunction:
My brother, my brother Gafur, I have been looking for you for 500 years. 3
Learn how to read, you ugly bastard!” my grandfather mutters, rubbing his eyes as if waking up from sleep. 4
Along these lines, impulses can be combined and come in the form of a single piece:
“My lamb, my palm…” he whispered
“Stupid, naughty person, wretched servant!” he cried.
He used to shout “Benomus, dilozors!” 5
The place of the impulse expressing the person or thing to which the speaker’s speech is directed is not fixed in the sentence, that is, it can appear at the beginning of the sentence, in the middle of the sentence, and at the end of the sentence:
At the beginning of the speech: Vasily Vasilievich, Lexey is absent…
In the middle of the conversation, he said: “Aren’t you ashamed, Vanka, we are both inferior to you?”
At the end of the sentence: – Oh, that’s life, Ms. Azra. 7
The impulse itself can be used as a sentence:
“You fools!” he shouted to the crowd.
– O Muslim people! 8
The boy shouted: “Daddy!” 9
It can be seen from these that the urge is directed towards a certain person or thing. In the process of syntactic analysis, two wavy lines are drawn under it. As we have seen above, the place in the sentence is not stable.
Said Ahmed “What I lost and what I found” “Sano-standard” publishing house. Tashkent-2019 (page 83)
Maxim Gorky “Childhood”. “New edition” Tashkent-2019 (page 55)
Maxim Gorky “Childhood”. “New edition” Tashkent-2019 (page 43)
Maxim Gorky “Childhood”. “New edition” Tashkent-2019 (pages 85, 65)
Hakan Mengyuch “No meeting is a coincidence.” “Zukko Kitabkhan” publishing house. Tashkent-2022 (page 143)
Hakan Mengyuch “No meeting is a coincidence.” “Zukko Kitabkhan” publishing house. Tashkent-2022 (page 188)
R. Sayfullayeva, B. Mengliyev, G. Boqiyeva, M. Qurbonova, Z. Yunusova, M. Abuzalova. Current Uzbek literary language. Tashkent-2009 (page 377)
Lumpy lumps. The parts of the sentence that are the answer to the same question, perform the same syntactic function, are in equal relationship with each other, and are connected to one common part are called coherent parts of the sentence. 10
Around the table sat a famous poet, who knew Bedil by heart, a great Navoi scholar, Domla Baqi, a friend of Gafur Ghulam, a poet from Andijan who recently moved to Tashkent, and Domla Habibi.
Yunus, Baqi, and Habibi are waiting like birds.
Come and chat and make my party happy.
Hamid Ghulam, Shuhrat, Turob Tola, Vahab Rozimatov and I went on many trips with him and became attached to him for life.
Tashpolat Ahmad, Ahad Hasan and Ghulam Shomurodov were waiting.
These horrors, these differences did not open the eyes of the former Soviet leaders. 11
The interaction of the members of the united series. The members of a coherent series enter into a syntactic relationship through equalization, this relationship is carried out only through intonation, with equal conjunctions and prepositions in the function of equal conjunctions, and without conjunctions. Counting intonation is also present when units come into contact with connectors. 12 Also, connected parts are connected to each other by means of all types of connectors (joining, addition, subtraction). In the process of syntactic analysis, all the combined clauses appear as the same clause in the sentence.
Compound sentences sometimes include generalizing units. They are words and units that summarize the conjuncts and come before or after the conjunctive clauses. The generalizers that come before the conjunctive clause usually require an explanation. The generalizers that come after the unitary part have the characteristic of completion and conclusion. For example: everything: houses, walls, trees sank silently into the darkness. (Oybek). Streets, fields, and villages seem to be asking me about Masuda. (P. Kadirov).
M. Hamroyev, D. Muhammedova, D. Shodmonkulova, Kh. Gulomova, Sh. Yoldasheva. Mother tongue. Tashkent “Economy-Finance” 2007 (p. 214)
Said Ahmed “What I lost and what I found” “Sano-standard” publishing house. Tashkent-2019 (pages 26, 28, 89, 216, 239)
M. Hamroyev, D. Muhammedova, D. Shodmonkulova, Kh. Gulomova, Sh. Yoldasheva. Mother tongue. Tashkent “Economy-Finance” 2007 (p. 216)
If the generalizing units come before the units in the sentences with a single clause, two dots are placed after the unit: Everywhere: in the houses, on the streets, the face of the hazan lying twisted in the morning becomes white from the morning. (Oybek).
When the generalizing units come after the organizers, a “dash” is placed before them: Men, women, children – the greeters ran along the wagon. (R. Fayziy). 13
When connected with a counting tone, the solid parts are separated by a “comma”.
Separate pieces. In a sentence, the meaning of a part is more uncertain in the opinion of the speaker, and in order to clarify and explain its meaning, he introduces another similar part into the sentence. For example, in the sentence “I started the work from here” the meaning of the complement “THEREFORE” is unclear. Therefore, the speaker introduces another filler with a more precise meaning: I started the work with this, that is, with an explanation. 14
Examples:
I met Azimjon in a teahouse by the river, in a crowded place;
My love is pure and pure! 15
Input device. Introduction device is in the form of a sentence and is a means of expressing a new idea as an addition to the idea understood from the sentence. The introduction is full of its verbal essence from the introduction sentence (although the introduction sentence is in the form of a sentence, it is more introduction has the nature of a word), is distinguished by the uniqueness of the substantive connection with the main sentence. 16
0tinoy was often engaged in his own work, the khalifa (in today’s language, the head of the class) led the class, and the khalifa himself punished the girls who misbehaved. (K. Kahhorova). 17
Sentences with an input device are similar to a compound sentence. However intonation specificity is one of the main qualities that distinguish them from compound sentences.
M. Hamroyev, D. Muhammedova, D. Shodmonkulova, Kh. Gulomova, Sh. Yoldasheva. Mother tongue. Tashkent “Economy-Finance” 2007 (pages 217-218)
Mother tongue. Textbook for the 8th grade of general secondary schools. Publishing house named after Cholpon. Tashkent-2019. (page 118)
Mother tongue. Textbook for the 8th grade of general secondary schools. Publishing house named after Cholpon. Tashkent-2019. (page 121)
R. Sayfullayeva, B. Mengliyev, G. Boqiyeva, M. Qurbonova, Z. Yunusova, M. Abuzalova. Current Uzbek literary language. Tashkent-2009 (page 379)
Mother tongue. Textbook for the 8th grade of general secondary schools. Publishing house named after Cholpon. Tashkent-2019. (page 127)
They are separated from other parts of the sentence by “bracket”. As an example of the different aspect of the input device from the cohesive clauses and impulses, we can show that its place in the sentence is fixed, that is, the input device has a fixed place in the structure of the sentence. As we know, input devices express an additional idea to the main idea. That’s why it can never come at the beginning of a sentence. Because it is inappropriate for us to introduce additional ideas without starting the main idea. At the same time, the introduction usually does not come at the end of the sentence. It does not consist only of participles, otherwise it cannot fully reveal the meaning of the sentence:
He seemed to have seen many of us, so he immediately hid the meat (a hungry person can die if he eats it at once), gave us all two spoonfuls of soup, and put us to bed. 18
The difference between a separate clause and an input device is that the input device is always placed in parentheses and is in the form of a sentence. Separated part is separated from other words with the help of “comma” and, basically, it is in the form of word combination and word combination.
Poetry from Abramat Faizulloev (needs to stay May 1st)
Mother
There is a mother, the world is bright,
Mother is the lamp of life.
He enlivens the world with his love,
There is a mother and a person is created.
Tongues were speechless at the tariff,
I have mercy on you.
Without my world, my mother,
I will fly with you.
I embrace the worlds together,
I shine with your love.
Be happy always be healthy,
You are my sunshine mom.
✍Faizulloev Abramat
Fayzulloev, son of Abramat Sayfi, was born on June 1, 2003 in Dehganabad district, Kashkadarya region.
🏢. Economics and Pedagogical University, primary education, 2nd stage student, winner of the badge for "international services" of the Double Wing International Creative Foundation of the Republic of Kazakhstan. 5 participants of the international anthology and 2 manuals are currently on sale on 10 sites of morebooks. He is also a holder of a high-level diploma of Navoi city administration and a member of the Golden Wings of the Republic.
Poetry from Vernon Frazer
Tracking Back
a nodal boudoir
not sham city’s clergymen
moves
that the scrotal passports
past paintbrush embassies use
rivalry elms
that illustrate
hospice doorsteps
as dreadfully central to the crusty
listeners
or businessmen
pressed
hierarchical pain moves
handle arterial law
*
platform darkness
enormous clearings retract parted
horizontal linguists coldly
laurels deleted
the chaotic bothers line up
under credit
about to fold
without improvements
to draw boutique silks forward
an ensemble moves a straight
bedtime workshop for array at
a raucous epidemic
watchdog to a linen sighting
depending on tailors
or impostors
wearing
orchestrated
throwbacks
for the volcano racket
Home in the Distant
dollar tone filters reprieve
the passing rubber collisions
measured and padlocked
the doldrum forsaken
as empty light darkening
epithet winds to the left
dumpster visionaries eat
modicum filters without fuming
over a fiscal meat current
doorbells remain a bare looming
transmission haunts return
whirling against a vernacular test
the wig suck of shrill beer
test serpents haunt a downside
vernacular heading bare memories
other fuming acclamations ring
downhill to undulate the comeback
Old Grouches Eating Early Bird Diner
lava withdrawal burnt slow invective
while sciatica released stark alliteration
sentry patrimony sparked a spectacular
daylight moratorium firecrackers withheld
pulsations darkened a rectangular pastime
the crossfire jubilee ripped worn rudiments
cornered the crumpled muffler caresses
where a convocation of balding hairlines
gradually receded in their lifetime hut
no flesh rescinded elastic calorie alerts
backing a mayday growl the creature
gone latent for some weaker principle
graphite-hot during the midship crawler
colored the flashy convocation failing
informally made gaseous duets ache
swamp clearance opposing separation
despite sorting the patrimony lithographs
another crossfire bouncing underway
and not the neutron spurt a turn renewed
sunshine worshippers leaking rudiments
after shops eased everything catalytic
lagoon revenge boiling electrical blubber
stuttered northward torn and metallurgic
timber outlines chafed worn inquiries
a cowl scraping punctual crisis disposal
no phosphate lanyard about to revive
unctuous pablum filters pretzel timber
the mosaic wife handling dead family
on a churn for hard trundling dentures
ladled sciatica spurts handicraft torn
between aching and explaining fear
atonal opera bubbled elusive pudding
for mutineers crumbling the tower price
before revelry welled solar betrayal
BIO
Vernon Frazer has published more than thirty books of poetry. Many of the individual poems have appeared in periodicals such Alien Buddha, D.O.R., eYeland, Otoliths, Plain Brown Wrapper and SYNCHRONIZED CHAOS. Frazer has also published three books of fiction, three recordings of jazz poetry and numerous multimedia videos, available for viewing on YouTube.
Poetry from Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa
No Love to Go Back How can we go back To what's gone and done It's hard to be blind How our hearts changed Don't know what to do Feelings may've been true All is past behind All is done and gone No way to go back I have known back then The day it begun You said you love me How our hearts changed Don't know what to do Feelings may've been true Case of infamy Life ended the fun Have I known back then Heaven is for us But I did wonder When we're together How our hearts changed Don't know what to do Feelings may've been true There's no forever So I did wonder Is heaven for us I have lost your love Nothing's left for us Knew would never last How our hearts changed Don't know what to do Feelings may've been true All is in the past What else's there for us I have lost your love No love to go back... Pained Memories I tried to go back Through my life story And it's hard to say Hindsight's not a thrill If only you know That it's not funny And I won't complain Though it makes me chill - I've felt ever since Day you came along Said you'd stay a while And be here with me You didn't tell me That you can't belong And I trusted you Believed all you say - Heaven is for us But I did wonder If we're together When we kiss today Love can't ever be There's no forever I cannot insist I get what I may - I have lost the past Knew would never be All that's left for us I wish not to see Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry. Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for Truth in pursuit of Equality and proper Stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.
Essay from Ogultuvak Atajanova
Children’s education in Uzbekistan
Today, Uzbekistan pays great attention to children's education, because the saying "The future is in the hands of the youth" is not in vain. This is the real reason why so much attention is paid to this education. Not only the Republic of Uzbekistan, but perhaps the whole world has paid attention to children's education. In particular, the establishment of a step-by-step educational program for children in Uzbekistan and the establishment of free school education are proof of the trust and respect shown to them. By 2022, the rate of admission of children to preschool education, i.e. kindergarten, has been raised in Uzbekistan. Earlier, kindergarten education was not considered mandatory, but today it is determined that it is necessary in all regions. In this regard, laws and regulations are also being adopted. Various laws have been adopted to set the age of admission to kindergarten at three years old, to manage their daily food rations, and to prevent the educators from committing various violations. Kindergarten should be a place where every child can be taught basic knowledge, manners and respect. Laws and regulations are also being adopted in this regard. To govern the students' daily food ration, establish the entry age of kindergarten at three years old, and stop the teachers from breaking numerous rules, various laws have been adopted. Every child should be able to learn basic information, manners, and respect in kindergarten. The major objective of kindergarten education is to get kids ready for school by teaching them fundamental ideas in straightforward language. Between 2016 and 2022, major improvements in kindergarten instruction were seen in Uzbekistan. Between 2016 and 2022, there will be a difference in the number of rural children and their kindergarten attendance. Today, there is a wide range in the caliber of education in rural areas as well. Children receive a lot of attention because they will be the future's leaders. For their healthy development, a variety of clubs are being organized. The tradition of Eastern thinkers places a high value on educational issues. They gave a lot of thought to the family and the upbringing of children within it in particular. The challenges of raising a kid in a family and solutions to those challenges are outlined in the writings of intellectuals such Abu Nasr Farabi, Abu Rayhan Beruni, Kaikovus, and Alisher Navoi. Preschool Education is currently being attempted using the strategy of deploying "mobile kindergartens" to enroll preschoolers in rural areas. Four specially equipped buses dubbed "Aqlvoy" mobile kindergartenswere introduced to the area and are now serving children in remote communities in the Hazorasp, Bogot, Yangiariq, and Khiva districts. Eleven stations in total are being set up, and a list of kids who will be taken to mobile kindergartens is being created. With the start of the new school year, this approach will enable 384 additional children to enroll in pre-school programs.
Student of Karakalpak State University named after Berdakh, faculty of biology first course. Atajanova Ogultuvak
Poetry from Duane Vorhees
"YES, BUT WHERE ARE THE WHEELS?"
--Albert Einstein, at 2, when presented with a sister
--What is woman? A boon-&-hex, sometime-mate / sometime-check.
--Oh, what's man? An egg-ego? A comicbook hero?
--A brain with bones.
--Mixed with chromosomes!
--Woman is the ultimate X.
--The Royal Comptrollers of Sex, we're architect-builders of children, passion's pilgrims.
--Man: atoms with kinetic glands, machines-with-hands.
-An electric orangutan!
--You Singer-Device, all undone! Man's the Iron Cross and the iron dream.
-An iron sculpture of sweat and jizzum.
--A puzzled philosopher's tired scream: Why can't women be a syllogism?
A FEMINOPHILE'S PLEA
If you want, get a job, it's fine by me.
Drive the tourist carriage, that's all right,
just so's I can ride your dick box for free.
You want to be a fighter pilot? OK with me,
long's I can fly in your cockpit highspeed.
I don't mind even if you want employment
with the Sanitation Dept. Just let me
work nights in your manhole, okay?
… RAW OF THE ROSES …
a
When we played at being young
we were all less old than raw
All were hangers, none were hanged
and all were knights of the Lord
And then the ordered murder
that joins the chaos of raw
succeeded the disorder
that normalized our Before
Our invisible missiles
and markless wounds from the raw
advanced to marches and drills
medals formations and corps
the glory and brotherhood
the backwardness of raw
the salute to blood and mud
and boredom broken by gore
Our red company carries
symbol standards of our raw
spear and aegis of ares
forged by the hammer of thor
b
it was one hundred years raw …
raw of spanish succession …
that great patriotic raw …
trojan … peloponnesian …
pastry raw … pig raw … kettle
raw … or the whiskey rebellion …
or la guerra del fútbol …
afghan raw … jinshin-no-ran
guerra de pacífico ...
or la guerre des trois henri …
crusades … bello gallico…
or the raw of jenkins ear …
raw of the oranges … the straits …
in the mahābhārata …
opium raw … the eight saints …
or the raw of the stray dog …
DON'T GET ME WRONG
Despite all these eons of together, you still want me to write you poems? Okay:
"the stars:scattershot across the purple night / like bullshit on velvet"
Don't like it? Terribly sorry. This lack of sweet poetry, can you forgive?
But beyond your vertical crescent smile
there lurks O swastika – Mons Lisa skinners box
When you sleep your closed eyes look like Chinese twats
Though your eyes no longer burn with magic
and this hour with infinite possibilities won't swell any more,
yet your quotidian eyes still warm the frosty air,
and I don't mind my time with you.
And your arms don't anchor my lusts as they did before,
and your form isn't the amusement park it used to be
when I was the new ride,
but your embrace remains a comforter in the cold winter nights
and the scenery's quite nice still.
WE WITHIN THE WHEELS: DALIT
At the temple festival the tables went humming under the cabbage, rice, and melons. The summer sun waning. The baldbearded helium balloons dancing grandly among nubile paper lanterns, buddhas bronze/rotund. Ah, the season it was of Experience Superior – the feelings of love and the perceived reciprocity of love, when, past all balance and sense and generational propriety, exuberant amidst the consuming and consumed, we two, lanternballoon-alike, food and Buddha commingled, music and the truth congealed.
That's why your paradox didn't register at the time.
And the Children happy as tadpoles aswim in father's river. And the Children pampered like feathers adrift in mama's balloon.
Now my beauty r e a c h e s o u t in search of your damp and hidden cottage. (Remember the crisp sunflowers asmoke unkempt against the steep/&damp scampismelly dirt path. Recall the rose-of-sharon labyrinth oft-credited – before and since – as the soul's taoWay, eelslick & serpent straight, into the nirvanic heart of notUnbeing.) Your thatched and pointed little house – it's not where last I fingered its locks. The knobs now I'm told are handled some other where.
But even so, blind and blind, my beauty reaches out
reaches out
my blind beauty reaches
out into cold and empty vacuum.
And the Children pampered like feathers adrift in mama's balloon, and the Children dappled in shadow ajoy in haughty first light.
Your holy mantra for the season: Iloveyou can't love you. And the rutting neophyte at your knees picked at the koan's echoed contradictions. I angled it in the light, squinting along its crosshairs, but the scope just would not focus. Flash powder applied, I tried to freeze it in its frame. But the quiver could never quite gel. Dusted for prints, but no proper whorl ever emerged to point its finger conclusively. "I love you can't love you." I parsed the riddle into phonemic meaninglessness but the significance never decoded. Affixed onto the acrylic stage for minutest examination, clarity persistently remained at yet one remove. Until Enlightenment came at last, slowly in a rush. I'd always known you'd go, of course, but not so suddenly. And not so soon. The painful puzzle pieces shuttered into place. And the Children dappled in shadow ajoy in haughty first light, and the Children, dapper as bluejays, agreed in bawdy verdure. I love you can't love you, Clause the first personal, in classic equipoise with clause two cultural. Subject-ckause by predicate controlled, the halving twins yining and yanging about, plusandminus all at once. The treasured self, forbidden/desired, embraced/abhorred.
(My fellow anthropologists, take careful note: her heart's harsh judgment was conditioned by decades and millennia of micromacroforming. Metaphorically speaking, as such, I am the incest taboo. In those society eyes, I'm the faggot in the homophobic gym, the nigger in the genepool, the sheep in the unbleating humanfold. In objective terms, and all in econocultural conext of course, her loving me was always the equivalent of fucking the corpse.)
And the Children, dapper as bluejays agreed in bawdy verdure, and all us Children vampiric taters asleep in God's root cellar.
But the mantramoth, addicted, tethered herself to the tormented flame. The cycle doomed to turn and flutter, return and flutter, and flutter away. Return again, again away, covering and recovering the same old ground, rut ater rut after rut again.
And koan's mystery deepens.
But the Children happy as tadpoles.
TIME MACHINE
Echoless laughter
marked the mocking
rictor sardonicus
of our love,
showing us that time
is the machine
that shredshredshreds presents
into pasts.
And tomorrow’s rich
tapestries, which
were infinite once, have
slimmed to threads.
Life’s chaos indeed
is orderly but
not in ways we have
deciphered.
Our universe was
not Galileo’s
and also won’t be
our children’s,
but all their loves and
all their changes
will still be all the same
probably.