UNSCRUPULOUS
Hope buried
Under the rubble of ignorance
Gray cries
Screams that make you laugh
Laughter that is scary
Values: discarded
The sky cries while the afternoon dies
At which bend in the road He lost her?
When did the magic leave him?
A trumpet sounds under a voice of command
Will fulfill your destiny as an opaque rite
Earth man
Fool man
Unscrupulous
Sneaky hail about a pink laugh
Man of trembling intelligence overshadowed by her folly
Apologize for nothing
And screams making only noise
She is a region of echoes
Plastered rose that is filled with pure air and is reborn, the next day
She can feel the elements and spin
With them
She can go from repose to dreams and from dreams to eternity
Yes she is poetry and a thousand times choose to be
She can lose herself in hers center without losing the essence of it,
Throbbing like her blood, wandering like a cloud
Earth man
Of false arguments of misunderstood philosophy
Stay in your loft of hypocrisy and miss what for the last time made him feel alive.
GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina. Based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects, of the Hispanic World Union of Writers .UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is a commissioner of honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.
There were poems she would wait to publish until after her mother had died. That was if she were to outlive the old woman. Barbara-Jane: the reason she wrote, the stem of it all, the beginning and inevitably the end. After all, we all become our mothers. Carolina knew from too young an age that she, just like Barbara-Jane, would embrace death like a sweet relief, like the pills she hadn’t allowed herself to take. She believed she would die young because it was easier to imagine that her suffering wouldn’t last forever. Carolina wore pearls and spent recklessly, she refused to fall in love with anyone or anything but the term promiscuous.
And Barabara-Jane often reminded her. New England-born, New York-bred, buttered slices of bread on blue Italian china. Carolina remembered the home she had grown up in, Carolina remembered the sister-space she’d grown into. Older sisters become writers and younger sisters become actresses, it’s the way of the world. It was a yellow Victorian, white trim with a rosary buried somewhere beneath the foundation. Carolina wanted to be buried anywhere but near the house. Perhaps half a mile off from the Riverton prison’s burial plot, where her father lay. The river was lazy but the criminals weren’t, and Carolina was called an afterthought but her father was called bloodthirsty.
Half a mile was a safe enough distance from him, just as long as she didn’t smell like her mother. If there was one thing she should play safe, it was her proximity to her father’s dead body. Carolina only liked to play the victim, never to truly be victimized. Not like her mother. To hate her father for what he did to Barbara-Jane would be hypocrisy. After all, Carolina would not have been so kind. She would have finished the job. She would have killed the woman.
RAINBOW
Rainbow over the sky
He is the symbol of our peace.
Seven different colors, seven species,
Bring us happiness and luck.
Rainbow, rainbow,
A sign of spring.
Give flight to birds,
Bring us happiness and luck!
To this great Motherland,
Rainbows fit.
Your sons, your daughters,
The country is proud.
Let's be good friends
Let's appreciate the country.
supporting each other
Let's mature.
Rainbow, rainbow
A sign of spring.
Give flight to birds,
Bring us happiness!
Gulsevar Khojamova
Student of Andijan State Pedagogical Institute
the masturbator
hear him
in the library stacks
oohing and aahing
beating that rhythm
to chinese beauty magazines
see him
head down
on hard wood tables
snoring and scratching his balls
sleeping like a child of heaven
a wad of paper towel
still clutched in his hand.
this work email
today
i’m not going to answer
this work email
i may never answer it
i want the person who sent it
to sit in their office
and wonder why i didn’t respond
yes
i’m going to let
this email sit in my inbox
and rot
like raw meat in the hot summer sun
because
it’s the only form
of independence
that i truly have left.
bait box blues
i watch
the exterminator
put poison and steel wool
into the holes in the wall of my office
watch him set a huge yellow trap
with a dollop of chocolate
and line up bait boxes
like rows of black, plastic apartment buildings
the rat has run by me
twice in a month
the second time
i sprained my foot
trying to get away from him
the exterminator looks at peace
while he sets the traps
he gets up off the ground
and says, we’ll get him
fooling me into a certainty
that i haven’t felt in a long while
even though tomorrow i know
the steel wool
will be pulled out from all the walls
the chocolate from the trap
licked up and gone
those bait boxes pushed around
like an earthquake hit
and a small pile of rat shit
will be waiting for me
on my desk
reminding me of my true place
in this pecking order.
halcyon
each human transgression
is its own freshly sharp blade of grass
i try not to hold it against anyone
but sometimes you just want someone to blame
for all of this sadness and futility
a god to shake a fist at
and i could say i make
the best of things in my spare time
but i don’t
i’m a hungry man with a fork
in a world full of nothing but soup
angry almost always
and growing older ungracefully
another car wreck of a human life
musing those halcyon days
that never were
as the stoplight changes
from green to red
and any semblance of home
seems an eternity away.
everything
and
when she said
it feels like
you hate everything now
there was
nothing left to do
but wash the dirty dishes
sitting in the
dirty sink.
John Grochalski is the author of five poetry collections, three novels, and the forthcoming novella Wolves of Berlin Play Amateur Night at the Flute and Fiddle Pub. He currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.
Long live Azerbaijan!
Your circulation is moving,
Your flag is waving In its original place.
Long live Azerbaijan!
You are a savior, a hero,
You are this day of the past
In the hearts of our people.
Long live Azerbaijan!
His love, his love,
Nation, people,
When you carry it.
Long live Azerbaijan!
The world has sympathy,
To his just judgment,
There is fire in your coat of arms,
Long live Azerbaijan!
You have a geographical location,
Scandalous fate,
To the east of the aspects,
Long live Azerbaijan!
Thankfully, in the world,
There is - in addition to the state,
Within countries,
Long live Azerbaijan!
Elmaya Jabbarova was born in Azerbaijan. She is a poet, writer, reciter, and translator.
Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Shargin sesi», «Ziya», «Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar», «Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for Africa», «Juntos por las Letras 1;2», «Kafiye.net» in Turkey, in the African's CAJ magazine, Bangladesh's Red Times magazine, «Prodigy Published» magazine. She performed her poems live on Bangladesh Uddan TV, at the II Spain Book Fair 1ra Feria Virtual del Libro Panama, Bolivia, Uruguay, France, Portugal, USA.
If children’s happy laughter is heard in all countries, these countries will be brighter today and tomorrow. Children’s innocent childhood definitely needs love and attention. Unfortunately, in many troubled countries, children are increasingly deprived of the love of their parents, but in any case, children have rights.
If we look at the ancient history, there are basically three layers in the society of the states, these are the royal family, ordinary citizens and slaves. Their rights and the order of punishment also differed depending on their place in the society. It can be seen that the place of children in society is the same as that of their parents, that is, a child who is a child of a slave has the same rights and freedoms as parents, despite the fact that the punishment is severe during the offense. Although it is a code about the family, only the rights of women and men are derived from it.
We can see the first attention to children rights especially children education rights in the times of ancient Greece and the Roman Empire. Children’s education at school depends on the ability of parents to pay for education. The children of poor people do not go to school because they help their parents with household chores. The children of wealthy households attended school from the age of 6-7 and arithmetic was taught. According to the law, education is only for boys was mandatory. For most citizens, education was just that. Rich parents and their children have a private gymnasium continued their education in schools.
By the turn of the 20 century, that is, in 1989, the UN General Assembly adopted the Convention on the Rights of the Child, and it was made mandatory for the countries that signed the convention to fulfill its terms. Part 3 of the convention consists of Article 54, in which it is stated in the preamble that children have the right to care and education. In addition, it was emphasized that a child should be educated in peace, dignity, tolerance, freedom, equality and harmony in order for the child to be fully ready for an independent life in society, and that he is a child from birth to 18 years of age.
Nowadays UNICEF, known as the United Nations International Children’s Emergency Fund and officially the United Nations Children’s nd, is the United Nations agency responsible for providing humanitarian and development assistance to children around the world. The agency is one of the most widespread and well-known social welfare organizations in the world, operating in 192 countries and territories.
CHAROS TOSHPULATOVA was born on November 19, 2003 in Sariasia district, Surkhandarya region. She is 19 years old now . During the high-school she took IELTS certificate. After graduating from school in 2021, she was admitted to International Soonchunhyang University in South Korea on the basis of International scholarship.
Currently, she is studying at this University (SCH). Last year at the same time she took two language certificates. First, TOPIK (Test of Proficiency in Korea) level 2 and Arabic language skills certificate. In addition in 2022, she has been selected from United Nations General Assembly as a delegate the Arab Youth International Model United Nations in Dubai, United Arab Emirates for represent DIPLOMAT OF UZBEKISTAN. And this year she has been selected again to join the Best Diplomats United Nations Simulation Conference Crafting Future Leaders in the Post-Pandemic Era, 2023 in Istanbul, Türkiye.
She wants to join this conference, that’s why she is learning Turkish from her mother. Her biggest dream is to become the best diplomat by earning a master’s degree in diplomacy.
