Some Postwoman Poems

Today the post-
woman brought
me the riddle
of the Sphinx. I
walked out to
get it; but on
the way back 
tripped on the
packing tape
which had come
unwrapped in
transit & had 
to crawl like a 
baby the rest 
of the way. The 
ankle wasn't
broken, just 
sprained; but I'm 
using a walking 
stick to get around 
for the next few 
days. Feeling fine
otherwise. Now 
what was that
question again?

*

Today the post-
woman brought
me a satellite
navigation system 

with Bob Dylan
doing the voice-
overs. Worked
fine until we hit

Highway 61. Then 
it stopped giving 
directions & started 
asking me "where 

do I want the 
killings done?"

*

Today the post-
woman brought
me a sacrificial
pig. Looks as if
lamb, like most 
red meat these 
days, is too expen-
sive to be used 
as anything more 
than metaphor.

*

Today the post-
woman brought
me the shade of
Dylan Thomas

who stood in the
hallway & kept
on farting. Now I
know what was

meant by that
"when I was a 
windy boy" thing 
even though he got 

the tense wrong. 

*

Today the post-
woman brought
me a bridge. I'm

waiting for my 
ship to come in
so I can open it.

Spring
 
In fields of green, where flowers bloom, 
The air is sweet with nature's perfume. 
The sun shines bright, the sky so blue, 
As spring arrives, the world anew. 
Birds sing melodies, dance in the breeze, 
Leaves unfurl on the budding trees. 
Life bursts forth in vibrant array, 
Welcoming the warmth of a brand-new day. 
Gentle rain showers, the earth's embrace, 
Awakening life with each drop's grace. 
In spring's embrace, we find rebirth, 
A symphony of joy, across the earth. 
So let us revel in this season's delight, 
As nature paints with colors so bright. 
For in the heart of spring's gentle hue, 
We find hope, and dreams anew.


Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard" is circulating through the blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them.
As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube.
Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers.
She is the recipient of many international awards.
"Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle". 
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro,and shealso is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.

A dream

Sometimes,
mother with you
Believe me, we will travel the world together.
To the beach you want
We will arrive together on the ships.

Sometimes,
mother with you
We fly to the skies.
To the blue space you want,
We fly together in a plane.

Sometimes,
mother with you
Let's go around Makkatullah.
Praying in Baitullah
Then we read the Qur'an and pray.

Sometimes,
mother with you
I want to visit the whole world.
I don't have dreams, you say, mother -
"Let's visit Kabatullah together."

Dreams definitely come true

You know that we always dream, but these dreams may or may not come true. Whether our dreams come true or not is in our hands. We should always try because a person who can dream can certainly act.

The strongest people are those who take steps towards their dreams, do not listen to what people say, and have their own opinions. People whose dreams do not come true are the weakest and most unlucky people, because they do not take steps towards their dreams, they just live and dream.

Dreams come true sometimes quickly, sometimes more slowly, some of our dreams even take years to come true. There is a reason why our dreams come true late. The most important thing is that we should not stop.

Why do so many people fail in the pursuit of their dreams or stop halfway to their dreams? The reason for this is their lack of will, they realize their dreams in part and they say that I did it and it will happen to me. But people who think like that have made a big mistake.
You know that the first step taken to make dreams come true can be difficult, but the end will be very beautiful. The main thing is to believe in yourself. Promise yourself that "I will definitely make my dreams come true." Overcome all difficulties on the way to your dreams, never take a step back. You can certainly make your dreams come true.

Do not forget that your dreams will come true, the main thing is not to make the above mistakes. I repeat once again, dreams will definitely come true!

Toshtemirova Dildora Hakim qizi , was born on are still achieving success. Although he started his career at the age of 14, his achievements in 1 year are enviable. Due to her interests and the support of her parents, today she is a member of the All India Council for Technical Skill Development. Due to his interest in science, he has achieved great success with the support of his teachers and is becoming an example to his peers. "Volunteer of the Year" 2022, won the "Star of the Year" nomination by the school, 1st place winner of the city stage of Athletics. In addition, Dildora's creative works were published in international magazines, her articles and poems were indexed on Google.
Despite her young age, Dildora is a young demanding, talented, talented girl who has shown herself with her knowledge. "Golden Wing" volunteer, "Sunlight Nuri" volunteer, moderator, participant of Go Viral Tashkent, press secretary of Volunteer Academy, holder of international certificates.

I used to know what kind of poet I was.

Then I realized I wasn’t any kind of poet.

Now I can fucking write whatever.

Whatever.

  XƏTRINNT OF MY LOVE

  Let me bend my love into your love,
  Let it not be based on the pleasure of my love,
  Let me give up on love, let me not hear,
  Don't let it be based on the pleasure of my love!

  Take away the ovary of my heart,
  Your capacity is abundant, remember me,
  Let it snow, rain, shine in the sun,
  Don't let it be based on the pleasure of my love!

  You are my hearth of hope, my trust,
  O poet to my life, I know the feeling,
  Everyday the wind blows into my soul,
  Don't let it be based on the pleasure of my love!

  Let me close your eyes, let me look at you,
  From the demand, you become bored, you become embroidered,
  My dear, let me be your blessing for life,
  Don't let it be based on the pleasure of my love!

  ISTURUM, MY OWN COUNTRY, WHERE I WAS BORN

  Yad, I have no eyes on Özzgən's soil,
  I want my own homeland where I was born.
  O I who turn back and forth in the land,
  I want my own homeland where I was born.

  I don't want grapes, hazelnuts, pomegranate vineyards,
  The heart desires the sky plateau, the mountain of shish,
  The land to which I speak, my shadow falls,
  I want my own homeland where I was born.

  Flowers would grow on my lawn,
  There the nightingale sang more loudly,
  My thighs would kiss my lips,
  I want my own homeland where I was born.

  Əsən mehi shallow pull telimə,
  Its origins are sometimes different,
  Waterfalls rose into my slice,
  I want my own homeland where I was born.

  At the end of the article, we would flee to the pasture,
  We had learned to bala-yaga, to ski,
  The tulip gave color to the cheeks,
  I want my own homeland where I was born.

  I was a mother, my mother was there too,
  My will was sensitive to my eyes,
  My prince would wash my feet,
  I want my own homeland where I was born.

  I was valuable in my hand, and in myself,
  That's why I said "homeland",
  Wherever I look, the sign is in my eye,
  I want my own homeland where I was born.

  Quickly turn away, let the son go to longing,
  My heart is in need of attention, compassion,
  I'm sorry, what's your name, fame,
  I want my own homeland where I was born.

  CARRYING THIS SPIRIT
               WE ARE NOT COLLAPSING A NATION

  Envər Pasha of our Turan army,
  Look at the power of his love,
  His love is across the seas, over the mountains,
  This spirituality is only Turkish!

  He gave great importance to the nation and the country,
  Joined in jihad, escaped from the flames,
  “Transformation as a victorious commander,
  Or let me be a martyr!” - choose your slogan!

  Time colliding in the room,
  The letter he wrote to Nacibé Sultan,
  Even though the sultan's heart was saddened at that moment,
  It has become a source of pride for a lifetime!

   “I love you, my praises
  Raise me with my job!”- he wrote,
  “Write the names of the villages in history,
  Martyrdom is a mark!” - wrote...

  “To protect our country from the enemy,
  Mustafa Kamala, possible help,
  The day that should be from him,
  “One dimension, my sons!”

  The one that comes to life before your eyes,
  He kissed her gentle fingers and left...
  The one that makes hearts happy when you remember it,
  He entrusted tomorrow to God...

  A mill carrying this spirit has collapsed,
  And your truth guides, the path they follow!
  It precipitates the oil, but it does not absorb much of it,
  As long as there is one mill and two states!

  He joined the Turan party,
  Now what kind of Pasha has arrived?
  The great men of Great Turkestan,
  Come on, Victory, our heads are high!



Rüxsarə Adilqızı (Həsənova) – Çəmbərək (Krasnoselo) rayon of Qərbi Azərbaijan, born in Qaraqaya, the secondary school in the Çaykənd city of the same region, in 1987, the current Baku State University. 

She graduated from a faculty of science and started his labor activities.  She received her doctorate of biological sciences in 1996, and her degree as an academic in 2005, and currently works as an assistant professor at BDU's Faculty of Ecology and Natural Sciences.  100 provinces of BDU (1919-2019) were deemed worthy of the Jubilee Medal of the Republic of Azerbaijan, in the name of the "Giant of the XXI Century".

Member of the Azerbaijanis Writing Union, she is the author of the poetry books "Roads lead me to the land" (2012), "My beloved homeland award" (2021), "44 days that write history" (2021), "Mirror of my heart" (2023), in her poetry anthologies, She was featured in literary and literary magazines and was awarded with the "Qızıl Qələm" Media Award Laureate Diploma and the "Union of Turkish Peoples" medal of the "Çukurova International VII Turkish World Poetry and Music" festival.

She has a family, two sons and two daughters.

Date

I opened my palm and wandered around the ruins asking for bread, when I heard the call to prayer. I ran to our hut and saw my mother lying lifeless next to the four-cornered cloth, and my heart broke. As it was time to break the fast, I brought some water in a bowl and I gave it to my mother to drink. I couldn’t look at my mother’s face. She barely smiled and closed her eyes saying: «break fast.» In the
morning, when I looked at her near dawn, her breath was not coming out of her throat, there was no blood on her face. My eyes were filled with tears, and when I opened the lifeless, fisted palm that fell on the empty table, there was a single date.
If I took it, the date would smell like my mother…

Nosirova Gavhar was born on August 16, 2000 in the city of Shahrisabz, Kashkadarya region of Uzbekistan. Today, she is a third-year student of the Faculty of Philology of the Samarkand State University of Uzbekistan. Being a lover of literature, she is engaged in writing stories and poems. Her creative works have been published in Uzbek and English. In addition, she is a member of «All India Council for Development of Technical Skills», «Juntos por las letras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korabl znaniy» and «Talenty Rossii» contests, holder of the international C1 level in the Russian language, Global Education ambassador of Wisdom University and global coordinator of the Iqra Foundation in Uzbekistan. «Magic pen holders» talented young group of Uzbekistan, «Kayva Kishor», «Friendship of people», «Raven Cage», «The Daily Global Nation», Argentina's «Multi Art-6», Kenya&;s «Serenity: A compilation of art and literature by women» contains creative works in the magazine and anthology of poets and writers.