Palma de Mallorca 1992 Those soft sand beaches and delicious food, the cathedrals have now been closed for renovation, it’s 1992 again and we were young- we sailed the nights and travel the world, some call us "squids"; I call us nomadic wandering conformists. We shall fight tooth and nail, we shall die upon the high seas for her, that land of liberty. Blood red Sangría sunsets rue the day, my love; I leave you now, oh my love, my Spain, but someday I shall return whether it be in dreams or upon my death bed confession, I shall. Meanwhile in the D.C. Airport No longer in France- No longer in Switzerland- I'm existing again, lingering in the purgatory of the Nation’s Capital- awaiting my flight in D.C. back to the Midwest, back into the doldrums of that familiar life- I listen to an elderly couple with very thick Boston accents, the lady scolds her husband every time he asks a question. One time he asks- How far is it to the bathroom? She asks a young man nearby, a non-employee of the airport- Where's the bathroom at!? The young man sheepishly replies- I think it's halfway down that corridor ma'am. The woman asks her husband- Do yuh think ya can make that fah!? Before he can utter a word, she answers her own question with- I don't think ya can Morty! Poor old Mortimer then murmurs- So, what do we do now, just wait here? She sharply replies- Yes, we wait here, because there's nothing else to do! The old man slumps lower in the airport chair, like a scolded child waiting his turn in which to board the aircraft, his cane is perched on his right side, his stronger side. Wayne Russell is the author of the poetry book 2020's Where Angels Fear via Guerilla Genius Press, available for purchase on Amazon; his second book Splinter of the Moon published by Silver Bow Publishing; has just been released and also can be found at Amazon in both Kindle and paperback editions. Wayne has been once nominated for both the Pushcart Prize and The Best of the Net.
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Poetry from Kristy Raines
WHEN I SAW YOU When I Saw You… Your face.. took the place of the moon. Be gentle and don't place me in darkness when I approach. Sprinkle the stars on the path that lights my way to you. Lead me to you! Your eyes... became the desert Where I now wander, and where the night breeze keeps me company until I find your footsteps that lead me to where you wait. Wait for me! Your lips... were the place where our love began Do not keep them from me They are the wellspring of your sweet elixir from which I will be sustained, and the place where the sweet sound of your poems are kept until they are whispered softly in my ear Never keep them from me! Your chest... hid the the doorway to your heart where every emotion of love and gentle touch emerges for me on and where my hand rests over the beat. Open your door for me and then quickly lock it behind me so that no one else can ever enter Throw away the key! Your Arms.. held me and are comforting to me They are strong and warm my body They wrap around me like a vine pulling me closer to the firmness of your being They feel familiar around me Pull me closer! Your hands... felt warm like the sun They touch me lightly, like the soft feather of a dove making me tremble deep inside with each caress At times, they grasp me like a torrent storm gripping me as tight as handcuffs around my wrists leaving me breathless and crying out for more Never let me go! Your flame.. ignites my sweet dreams at night which woke the passion inside of me that faded, Your flame gave light to my soul It's the fire that keeps my heart throbbing for your touch and a heat inside that can never be extinguished by any other Satisfy the yearning inside of me! Biography Meet Poet, Writer, Author and Human Rights Advocate, Kristy Raines, born in Oakland, California, USA. Before becoming a poet and writer, Kristy worked as a Legal Assistance Secretary for the Naval Legal Service Office at The Naval Reserve Readiness Command in San Francisco, California. She then later retired from the medical field as a Medical Technician and Office Manager where she worked with and assisted many physicians from different countries and specialties. Kristy has several books not yet published. One book of epistolary poems is finished and waiting to launch with a prominent poet from India called, "I Cross my Heart from East to West". She also has two fantasy books of her own called, "Rings, Things and Butterfly Wings" and "Princess and The Lion", and her autobiography called, “My Very Anomalous Life” that she is working on, and has received many literary awards for her unique style and passionate verses of poetry and short stories.
Poetry from Niginabonu Amirova
Life Just like the life of a human being born, Tree is falling will go in the autumn. In every leaf, a human life My mind is a dream irrigated. Sometimes buried himself in the questions life, This is the fate of every human being. The leaves of the tree are a lesson to us, Disappear like a knot is sorrows.
Poetry from Zuhra Ruzmetova
🌹My loving mother🌹
My mother is my greatest asset in the world. She supports me every step of the way. Encourages by my side day and night in any situation. My mother is the symbol of love and sincerity for me. She is ready to give us everything but she does not ask for anything in return. When I m afraid of the dark she becomes my light and saves me from that darkness. If I can't sleep at night she doesn't leave my side until I fall asleep.
Most importantly my mother encourages me to be thorough in every way and to learn. Every mother is a special person for her children. On my days of failure my mother always tells me to try again until you reach your goal you gain experience from the knowledge you have gained due to failure. My mother is the most beautiful woman in the world. Mothers always come to help even if they are not with us my mother is such a person that she can replace everyone but no one can replace her. If they told me to hug the world I would go and hug my mother. If I come into the world once I would like you to be my mother a thousand times more. I am proud to have a mother like you. You are the number one person for me. I love you so much. My dear mother.
A mother is a jocular and kind person who gives life lessons. A coach who always shows the right way who can always help young and old a like. A loving mother who pleases everyone in the family. Mother is a precious stone in everyone's life. She is the main source of happiness for the child. It is probably impossible to find a mother who does not love her child with all her heart. Even though my mother is not physically strong she is able to overcome any obstacles for her life and family.
Mothers heart and mothers love are waves like an incomparable ocean. The first melody heard by the baby is the melody that sounds in the mother's heart with a soft voice. When we mention this holy world my loving mother who is the only one dear to me in the world is incarcerated before my eyes. My mother protects me when I stumble and gives her advice. My mother is the person I trust the most she always listens to me and supports me. They cheer me on when I succeed and support me when I fail. I love you very much dear mother.
✍️Ruzmetova Zuhra
Ruzmetova Zuhra Vyacheslavovna November 30, 2006 I was born Uzbekistan in the city Urgench Khorezm region. My poets have been recognized in more 10 countries.I am winner of competitions of more 100 national and international organizations. I am holder of badge "For the international Services"🎖by the bi wing poets writers association. I have many future dream goals.
Poetry from Lynn White
Found Objects On each beach they’ve been different. at home there washed up gently by lapping waves or thrown by high seas. Now they’re at home in my house. Each beach together, captured memories now. ......... Daylight It starts with one. One skylark singing. Then the robins and blackbirds the early birds, then the wrens and warblers. Listen. Can you hear them still? Don’t sleep. Don’t wait to hear the silence. ........ Night Light There are light spaces in the dark Places for light to shine through, for stars to dance, for neons to cast their artificial glow. Hidden places where glowworms call to their mates. And the infinite space where lightening cuts through the night time storm like glass and finds a home in some dark place and lights it up. Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
Poetry from Noah Berlatsky
Ezra Pound was a hateful clown. That’s the poem. Fuck that guy.
Poetry from Nazokat Urinboeva
The more the soil spreads, the more the root,
The rod is as long as the blue one can freely stretch.
If your head reaches the sky, kiss the star,
Don’t forget your ancestors, remember your descendants.
He lies in the grave embracing his love for the country,
It is an example, this is an indelible wound of Babur…
If we wake the world from sleep with words,
The roar of the lions is eternal!
Nazokat Urinboeva is one of the young poets of Uzbekistan. Currently, she is a master’s student at the National University of Uzbekistan. She’s a member of international organizations of Argentina, India, Bangladesh, Ecuador, Mexico, Indonesia, Egypt, Georgia, participated in about twenty national and foreign creative collections and anthologies.