Samarkand anthem
Always young, always young,
Great city Samarkand.
He lives by seeing every morning,
My eyes are the city, Samarkand.
Cradle of greaters
Your own city, Samarkand.
Door of Miracles,
city Samarkand.
Thousands of years from now,
Sound city, Samarkand.
From the depths of ancient history,
Voice city, Samarkand.
Indescribable lol
My heart city, Samarkand.
Spirituality boiled,
Knowledge city, Samarkand.
Master craftsman, craftsman,
Famous city, Samarkand.
Divine water from Siyab,
Administrative city, Samarkand.
Navoi's teacher,
Abulays, Samarkand.
Barot was in your heart
"Hamsa" writer, Samarkand.
From Babur's tears,
Bayot city, Samarkand.
To Hadis Bukhari,
Life city, Samarkand.
It is better than Tajmahal.
Registo's Samarkand.
Surprised to see, lol
To every guest, Samarkand.
Preparations are made,
Caravan city, Samarkand.
to ancient cities,
Sarban city, Samarkand.
Khojabekova Musharraf was born in 1954 in the family of a teacher in the village of Karakissa, Koshrabot district, Samarkand region.
After graduating from the Faculty of Mother Language and Literature of the Samarkand State Pedagogical Institute, she has been teaching mother tongue and literature for many years at the 31st secondary school in Koshrabot district of Samarkand region. She is now retired.
The first poetry collection was published in 2009 under the name "Umr yoli".The second poetry collection "Spring song" was published in 2022 and the third poetry collection in February 2023. Poems of the talented poet are regularly published in republican, regional and district newspapers and magazines. Winner of many contests.
Today I want to tell you about a little girl. I can say that she was a very wonderful girl with fire in her heart. Her name is Bakhora.
Bakhora was very interested in journalism. I clearly remember when she was a child. She used to record various voice messages on her mother’s phone recorder and made a microphone out of toys to pretend to be a journalist.
Now Bakhora is 17 years old. She graduated from the School of Journalism at age 15 and her mother was the reason for that. Childhood dreams and goals always inspire people. She really wants to be a journalist now, even though her family is against it. As is only natural, this is a challenge for her.
Bakhora said one day, “Journalism has been with me all my life. I am very interested in it and I am trying to become a solid journalist. I want my parents to be proud of me when I become a skilled journalist. My life is journalism. My goal is journalism. I want to read fiction works to work more on myself and broaden my outlook. Especially the ones from foreign journalists that have helped me get many articles published and bring me to the light when I lose hope.”
Bakhora Bakhtiyorova was born in 2006 in the Republic of Uzbekistan and is a future international journalist.
THE ARTIST DESPAIRS IN HIS FAILINGS
He attempts to paint
a still-life, but finds life
keeps moving,
fruit rotting,
flowers fading,
limbs blurring.
He discovers himself
better able to stay still,
imagining the paint
on the canvas,
the brush stroking
the image into being,
the finished picture
better than anything
he could have ever painted,
and yet, false
for all that,
false.
THESE FLOWERS OF STONE, AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE
A flower of stone grew
from the seed
I found in a dream
of a land I didn't recognise
and yet still somehow knew.
It had no colour,
this flower of stone, but grey,
no green nor red, orange
or white, simply grey,
faded and dirty,
like a cheaply designed
and poorly realised building
left to time and decay.
It was still beautiful, though,
in the way such seemingly
abandoned things can be.
It could still steal
your attention for minutes
as you studied it,
tentatively touched its form
to see if it was real
and not some illusion
carried over from a wish made
but forgotten even as
it was spoken.
It lasted one winter,
this flower of stone,
before the cracks
began to appear,
tiny tears
in its stem
that passed up
to its petals,
then the summer wind came
and blew it to dust,
each particle
scattered wide,
growing into new stone flowers,
until half the world was covered,
the cycle continuing on,
spreading them farther
and farther, until,
for a season or two,
nowhere on this earth
was without one.
The evolution of survival
strengthened them
through each generation,
these multiple flowers of stone,
until they were able to last
all seasons long, the sweeping eye
unable to find a place
where one did not grow.
REAP/SOW
Our world crumbles
around us, or
more to the point,
reaches the end
of the collapse,
begun lifetimes ago,
and when we are called
to explain, we simply say
we didn't know,
we had our eyes closed
this whole time, our fingers
in our ears, like children refusing
to see or be seen, refusing
to hear, children suddenly
made adults
refusing to collect
what we owe.
Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen, The Blue Nib and Poetry Wales. His poetry collections are Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny Bridge, The Madness Of Qwerty, A Foetal Heart and Bones Speaking With Hard Tongues.
He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Orson Carroll, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.
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.
Please visit here to learn more about the Foundation’s primary schools and other humanitarian projects in Haiti, and please consider supporting them!
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.
