These are photos from Jerrice J. Baptiste of a school in Haiti run by the Souvenir Children’s Foundation where her aunt is volunteering. Jerrice is the niece of poet Roodly Laurore, whom we have published several times in Synchronized Chaos.
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Dreams of Endless Summer Oh, sacred day, born on the breath of morning; Rising from the mist of wonder, dawning Over dusty roads of wayward spirits Dancing endlessly through the golden wheat; Waltzing past the green glades of childhood And the green caravan of trees marching Endlessly across the distant horizon. Bring to me the sounds of thunder; Raindrops dancing on the tin-roof of time; The sigh of thirsty flowers, dressed In rainbows arching across the sky. Oh, sacred day, born of beauty, ever My delight, knee-deep in the memory Of endless summer days fled forever On the sun-tanned legs of yesterday. The Night Waits for Me The night waits for me In the wanton glow of starlight. It waits for me to walk Beneath the moonbeams In the shallow wake of wonder On the trail of hopeful dreams. Chaste are the waves of yearning Washing over ripe innocence Locked inside the soul of love. Free the midnight shadows To walk the endless corridors Leading to the soul’s awareness Of its own delight and need. Awaken the glow of love To live in the midnight air Heavy as the dew-fall - Light as the scent of flowers Carried on the breath of Spring. Oh, how the night waits for me, Caressing the secret longings Only dreams can ever fill And patience ever taste. Each breathless sigh worships hand-holding darkness And the hearts sweet reverie. The stars gaze down at me; The moon kisses my bare feet; The night writes love poetry On the walls of my tender soul. The night waits for me - Dressed up in starry finery. OH LET IT BE FOREVER MORNING Oh, let it be forever morning Forever dawn with light just breaking Over some distant darkened hill - Forever silky leaves bathed in new-born gold And silver-throated Thrushes calling In dew-sparkled piety From swimming reverence high Atop the minaret of morning; Misty, flowing notes Calling the faithful To prayer. Annie Johnson is 84 years old. She is Shawnee Native American. She has published two, six hundred-page novels and six books of poetry. Annie has won several poetry awards from world poetry organizations including; World Union of Poets; she is a member of World Nations Writers Union; has received the World Institute for Peace award; the World Laureate of Literature from World Nations Writers Union and The William Shakespeare Poetry Award. She received a Certificate and Medal in recognition of the highest literature from International Literary Union for the year 2020, from Ayad Al Baldawi, President of the International Literary Union. She has three children, two grandchildren, and two sons-in-law. Annie played a flute in the Butler University Symphony. She still plays her flute.
My Motherland
Motherland is our born land. It give us love . A mother takes care of her children like that, similarly motherland places us in her bosom . Motherland is a place where we took breath and learn to speak and walk. My mother land name is Bangladesh. It is a south Asia country. It has become independent in 1971by the supreme sacrifice of our freedom fighters. It's population is about 180 million the Muslims, the Hindus, the Buddhists, the Christians live here in peace. Most of the people are Muslims here. It has many rivers. There are Padma, Meghna, Jamuna, Karnafuli, Brumbhaoputra etc . It has many model mosques.
My mother land is a small country and beautiful country. There are attractive places of our country such as the Sundarbans Rangamati, Cox's Bazar, Kuakata etc. There are some historical places in my mother land: Paharpur, Buddha Bihar and Shat Gombuj Mosque at Bagerhat, Mohasthangar etc. The soil of our country is very fertile. The name of some main fruits are mango, banana, jackfruit, guava, pineapple, watermelon, etc. My mother land has 64 districts and 8th divisions. Bangladesh is peaceful because Militancy is very rare in my mother land. Good law is established in my mother land. I love my mother land. I AM very proud of my mother land.
Md. Tasirul Islam is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
My soul will find peace, if I go home... A reminder of a place of worship, When I'm tired, sometimes I faint, These fatigues will make me miserable one day, My soul will find peace, if I go home... The angel of my heart lives in my house, If I burn like Ali in love, Fatima sits quietly like my mother, My soul finds peace when I go home. My heart is comforted, If I avoid bad things and be content with everything, My shoulder to shoulder life partner, My soul finds peace when I go home. My family cries for peace If I pray for you in Sajdah, If I come late, his mother is waiting for him, My soul will find peace, if I go home .... Adiba Pardabayeva City of Termiz, Republic of Uzbekistan
Pardaboyeva Adiba Shuxrat kizi
Nukus State Pedagogical Institute, Faculty of Uzbek Language and Literature, 1st- year student, member of the scientific girls’ community “Kizlarjon” and the participant of the “Unity forum”
Pardabayeva Adiba Shukhrat qizi born on September 4, 2003, in the family of a businessman, lives in A. Nabiyev street, Khojango MFY, Angor district, Surkhondarya region.
In 2010, she was admitted to the 1st grade at the primary school N3, situated in the district of Angor Surkhandarya region. She Actively participated as a screenwriter and presenter in the cultural and educational events held during the study period and became an example to her peers as she was active in public affairs.At school she differentiated from other pupils with her hardworking, care for books as well as her talent in various other fields.
2017, she took part in the district stage of the “Knowledge Competition” in the subject of the french language. In 2019, she graduated from the school with excellent marks.
That year, she was admitted to the academic lyceum of the Termez state university in the field of social and humanitarian sciences.
As a result, she mastered history, English, mother tongue and literature with excellent markes. During her studies, she was active in various activities, public affairs and became the winner of many competitions held at the lyceum
For example:
The winner of the nomination “The most talented student”,
The winner of the “Highly Spiritual Generation” essay writing contest.
– took the 1st place in the “Orasta girls” audition contest (2020).Winner of the “Most Talented Student” nomination,
– The winner of the “Highly Spiritual Generation” essay writing competition,
– took the proud 1st place in the “Orasta girls” audition contest (2020).
In 2020, she finished college honorably and was awarded with the diploma of Terdu Academic Lyceum. Additionally, Sh is also the owner of internationally acknowledged awards such as
The Certificate of THE UNIVERSITY OF EDINBURGH, LEARNING FOR SUSTAINABILITY SCOTLAND AND BRITISH COUNCIL,
Organizational member of Quality council India- QCI NATIONAL HUMAN RIGHTS AND HUMANITARIAN FEDERATION of India.
For being thirst for knowledge,
she never stopped working on herself and tried to strengthen her knowledge constantly,
Moreover
She became the member of many forums and won the heart of alotof teachers as a young girl who is willing to get more and more knowledge. She actively participated in different conferences, trainings, and events organized by the writers’ association and attracted their attention with her skills.
In 2019-2020, she studied at TerDu Academic Lyceum in Termiz. In 2021, she graduated from the “Yosh Jumalists School” in Tashkent. Adiba actively took part in more than 80 district and regional contests and forums. Her first book was published in the 9th grade under the name of “Kongil Gunchalari”. Her poems are included in the poetry collection “Sparks of Hope. Her poems were published and still being published in the press and newspapers. She was a reporter and presenter in several TV shows. To make a count her achievements, there is no way bu to stop to pay attention to the following:
Adiba Rainbow stars”-2017,
“Captain of the year”
The most active captain”,
“The best reader”, the awarder of the 1st degree diploma in essay writing in the competition so called: “We are against oppression”.
Her poems were well appreciated by the philologists of the Republic, and she won the “Two Great Figures” competition. She has achieved a number of achievements in the field of creativity. In 2021, she was awarded with a certificate by Amirkhan Umarov. She is a participant of the Unity forum. Currently, she is a student of the Uzbek language and literature department of the pedagogical Institute of Nukus she is a natural learner and exemplary gir.
Her aspirations and interests are very high. From a very young age, her interest in poetry began.
In the near future, Adiba’s next collection is expected to be released in cooperation with the Double Wing Foundation of the Republic of Kazakhstan.
In the future, A capable and knowledgeable Adiba has a desire to learn the Turkish and English languages.
Her dream is to study abroad on a grand basis and become the winner of the state award named after Zulfiya. We wish our young poetess good luck in her future dreams and goals.
Pardabayeva Adiba is pure, loyal to the ideas of the national ideology, embodies a high sense of patriotism, philanthropy, self- sacrifice and hard work on the basis of national spirituality.
She is a real Uzbek girl whom we might recognize as an example to others proudly and as a young exemplary girl who can do her favor to help flourishing her motherland.
LIFE'S FOUNDATION HAS BEEN SET Life's foundation has been set Maybe not to nature's best Little or no was our rest During the building's crest It was beyond the edifice Far above decrees Engulfed in past experiences Sought to reflect them in peace Rain came, wind blew Storm wave, rain dew Fell on the base anew No effect we beforehand knew For we need not struggle On how to solve the puzzle of life's dazzle The foundation got that to tackle
Atavistic memories I riffle underneath the image of a child counting 5 on her palms, I want to exhale the alternative of a dark desire. In the telescope- I see the stars in dark_black shades up-down. My desire is to clutch you in my arms and watch the white board with images of relics, Elicpse of reaching heaven. Am in the 5th & I still wander in the shadows of dark paintings, I see images of waking wounds with a girl standing on her feet. I was told in the 7th heaven, The eclipse-relics of every song that begins with letters"" Morphs into the image of a black girl surrounded by white skins with tattoos of heaven. Michelle Adegboro is 14yrs old, a poet, short story writer and essayist. She is a lover of art who believes she can make waves and an impact in the world through her voice, words and works. She is a member of hcaf Abuja.
I Need A Lover When you give me that Yes, I approve of your fragrance look, that flash tilted stare you so carefully hid from others, you gave me the courage to send you a drink. I wasn't ready to give up and go home alone. For years you gifted me snippets of myself, happiness I will always remember. Even when I forget your last and first name those pictures won't vanish. Driving you home on those treacherous Puerto Rican mountains was like discovering a stolen Van Gogh, a universe of revolutionary starry nights and wild irises. A place where nothing and no one could touch us. It had to end. I wasn't ready to settle, and you insisted on hiding from macho eyes and their complaints. But what the hell, it wasn't all a waste. There was a lot of good sex and beer. Photographs I keep getting ass pics when what I want to see are you and me old together like stale breadcrumbs I gaze at the man I'm with, my summer climb, nothing to stop us from trailblazing joy We listen to a song from Camila, caliente, caliente frío y caliente Hot, hot, cold & hot The beach & the daiquiris are amazing The Myth of a Piece of Paper I never married but yes, I'm divorced. Same-sex marriages were not allowed in my time. My Lord the Moon painted lust on my face three times. Mr. Moon knows I cannot manage tempests on my own. He sends them to Her Majesty the Sun who then lights up my thirst-filled lips with fire & water. In the garden of faith & trouble all of us tread uncertain of the hazards lust might avail. No celebration, naive beliefs blown away. A mixture of dirt, wind, & rain. moon's glint the sun above my ghost The Stillness of the Moment It's time for lunar silent men to strike a pose. The ivy covering men's eyes must come off. The hour of kisses covered with mud has ended. Dogs scurry, hide in deep water. Sleepwalking cats made of glass perched on the tree of my remembrance shatter. Boys and girls without wings or halos vanish. I sit on a high chair wearing crocheted roses like the ones stretched out on the skin of my drums. Your ghost, clothed in musical silence, watching. Your conscience, a sore that sways through Cocytus staring at my face. Sergio A. Ortiz is a retired Educator, Bilingual-Gay PRican Poet, Human Rights Advocate. Pushcart nominee, Best of the Web, Best of the Net. He took 2nd place in the 2016 Ramón Ataz annual poetry competition, sponsored by Alaire Publishing House.