The Wee Hours of the Morning 

The wee hours of the morning, 
Awake and softly singing 
Remembered love songs 
Roosting in the rafters 
Of my romantic soul. 
Coming from the drowsy land 
Of faraway misty realms 
Of reality, mixed with dreams. 
Sparing me not his smiling lips 
His ringing laughter; his salty tears. 
I quite float away on beams 
Of shining-eyed happiness 
Total recall of whispered love words 
The raspy breath of morning 
Caressing my ears with eager joy. 
Is it any wonder that I lie awake 
In the wee hours of the morning; 
Joy of memory rising to the rafters 
Where all my longing goes to roost 
On the early morning sunbeams 
Pouring through the wonder 
Of every dawn I spend with you. 



Dreams Remembered 

My dreams dog the heels of evening shadows 
Darting in between the threads of moonbeams 
Descending on the paths of twilight’s ending 
As the familiar stars of midnight whisper 
From the faraway nocturnes of my girlhood. 
Faint are the crescendos the Meadow Lark sings 
Through the feathery realms of dandelions 
Caught on the passing wind of Fairy wishes. 
Softly sing the memory of embers burning 
Where the long dead ashes of youth lie cold, 
Fading in the curling smoke of lost hope 
Pressed between the pages of love poems 
In worshipful beauty of a tender heart’s caring 
That love would come and never grow old. 
Alive, the belief that dreams came true 
In the shaft of Holy sunlight streaming 
Through the stained-glass windows of youth 
To touch the pious head of the girl I once knew. 
If dreams could take me back to that golden time 
On wings of light; it is there I would gladly fly. 



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.

Nature 

Everything in nature -- seen the feature. 
Birds fly in the sky, 
Mountains are so high.
Trees are green, 
Water so clean. 
Never betrays
It always gives us right way, 
Don't try to play with it.

Abdullah Al Mamun is a student of grade 7 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

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Queen of Epic

You are the greatest epic 
I have written with love and love. 
The words are unseen 
The language is dumb 
The words are dreamy
The verses are virgin. 
Nobody can read it,
 Listen it,
 Or understand it. 
But I read it,
 Listen it,
 And understand it. 
I and you are the characters
 I am the real hero
 You are a dream girl.
 I have conquered everything 
But time is the main villain. 
I shall beat time
 And Conquer dream
 One day dream will not be dream
 You will be mine
 The Epic has beginning but no end.
 Oh! the queen of epic,
 Come and touch love land. 
My love land is for you
 Without you no epic is epic
 Without epic you are not Queen. 

Unbroken sleep

Is it not enough, I am alive
When all hopes and aspirations
Love and emotions
Gone far, far away with thee.
My tears have dried, 
Life blood seems to be frozen.

Not a drop of water remains
In the desert of my life.
The sound of life is absent here
No star is glittering in the cloudy sky
Darkness is crawling from all around
I feel an obnoxious smell in the air.

Life-tree is blank, no bird chirps
Roses have lost their colors
Waves of the sea has stopped flowing.
My tearless eyes are looking for thee
But none is here
Everyone is sleeping in an unbroken sleep. 

(Manzar Alam from Bangladesh. By profession I am a college teacher. My above poem is composed in memory of one of my dear ones who faced an immature death).

In Her Eyes 

I never see love in her eyes
I remember that she becomes wise
But this is not fact of life 
Love should expose in her eyes
Never need in love to be smart
A man never forgets his love for good 
A true lover always succeeds in the world of love.

Abdullah Al Mahin is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

MANTRI PRAGADA MARKANDEYULU, Litt.D.,Poet, Novelist, Song and Story Writer (The Scholar)B. Com, DBM, PGDCA, DCP,(Visited Nairobi-Kenya, East Africa) His honors and awards: International Achievement Award in Authorship from IPRH, Philippines and Bangladesh.·         Birland Government honored me with a One Pound Postage Stamp as an official Poet.·         Global Honorary Advisor, Federation of World Cultural and Arts Society (FOWCASS), Singapore.·         CIVIC EXCELLENCE AWARD 2022 FROM UHE, PERU·         Rabindranath Tagore Literary Honor 2022 

           (Government of Seychelles, Motivational Strips and SIPAY Journal)·         CESAR VALLEJO AWARD 2021, 2022 and 2023 (3 Years) UHE, Peru for Literary Excellence WORLD WRITERS’ UNION Peru·         Gujarat Sahitya Academy and Motivational Strips LITERARY EXCELLENCE Honor·         Honored with “Royal Kutai Mulawarman Peace International Institute, Philippines”·         Royal Success International Book of Records 2019 Honor, Hyderabad-·         

The Silver Shield Award from UHE, Peru for my Literary Excellence 2021.·         2021 GOLDEN EAGLE WORLD AWARD FOR LITERARY EXCELLENCE, Peru.·         The Scholar, Institute of Scholars Research Excellence Award-2020, Bangalore (India)·         Hon. Doctorate in Literature from ITMUT, Brazil. (2019)·         State of Birland at Bir Tawil Recognized Poet ………………·         Mr. Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu, Litt.D., is a retired Public Sector Enterprise Officer from Hyderabad (India).·         He is the Deputy-Editor-In-Chief of www.petruska-nastamba.com (Serbia/Belgrade) eMagazine.·         He is the Editorial Committee Member of THE PANACHE, eMagazine from Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, India

(https://www.aadhyapublication.in)·         He has worked in few News Papers (English) in Editorial Department.·         He is also the Trainer in Motivational Management Programs.·         He has published 75+ books with ISBN (Stories, Novels, Poems, Articles, Short Stories, Quotes etc) English/Telugu.·         His stories are useful for making Movies, TV series, Web Series.