In Memory of my Brolgas

Instead of thinking
about poetry today

I am indulging my-
self with a slomo re-

play of the brolgas 
dancing around a

farm dam five kilo-
meters north-east of 

Ridglands. There is 
a quietness in it.



A cold steer

Next time you
watch a truck-
load of cattle
being trans-
ported to the

meatworks, don't
think of them as
living creatures
about to be
put to death but

observe them im-
partially as part
of the food web.
It is so much
more melodic.

 
Déshabillé 

Because of its 
cognitive style &
incandescent light 
every tonne of 
scrap metal 
you clean up 
from a public 
place can work as 

a wardrobe staple 
in the same way 
that a built-in lum-
bar support will 
retool your internal 
guidance system.



conjunction

In the slice of sky more or
less directly above me is

an invisible passenger jet;
yet its engines heard so

clearly that the sound seems
rather to accompany the si-

lent hawk coasting on the
thermals much lower down.

GROWING UP 

You will recognize yourself 
In one poem 
Verse..Words... 
Unfinished story 

But not the eyes or hands 
Only the soul 
In a hidden area 
You will feel scared
 
In the labyrinth of desires 
Where 
You think salvation is 
Seeing no way 

You're wandering 
You're looking 
You grow up... 


Slavica Pejović is a B.Sc. Political scientist, diplomat, writer, poet, editor-in-chief of the magazine for culture and science "Majdan". She wrote three documentary books on the history of librarianship, 13 independent collections of poetry and two joint collections. Winner of numerous awards and recognitions in Serbia, Tunisia, Romania, Italy... Her poetry has been translated into many languages: Hungarian, German, Italian, Arabic, Macedonian, Russian, Bulgarian,... French, Spanish. .. She is a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia. She lives in the city of Požarevac in the Republic of Serbia.

USE OF MODERN TECHNOLOGIES IN TEACHING AND LEARNING FOREIGN LANGUAGES

 Annotation: Nowadays, foreign languages are given a lot of attention while learning foreign languages is becoming easier with modern information technologies. The role of modern information in language learning and teaching is incomparable.

 Key words: Foreign language, games, innovative technologies, technological tools.

      INTRODUCTION 
Teaching and learning foreign languages using modern technologies is on of the most effective ways. Including:
 -a student using a computer can watch and listen to a movie, cartoon or video in a foreign language;
-he can listen and watch radio broadcasts and television programs in foreign languages.

   RESULT AND DISCUSSION
The task of the teacher is to create conditions for practical mastery of the language for each student, to choose such teaching methods that allow each student to show his activity and creativity, modern pedagogical technologies such as Internet resources help in the implementation of a person-oriented approach in the educational process, provide individualization and differentiation of teaching, taking into account the abilities of children ,their level of learning, practice pronunciation, teach dialogue and monologic speech, develop grammatical events.

The possibility of using Internet resources is very large. The global Internet creates conditions for students and teachers located anywhere in the world to get any information they need. For example, regional geographical materials, new in the life of young people, articles from newspapers and magazines, etc. It is possible to solve didactic problems: formation of schoolchildren; filling studentsʼ vocabulary; formation of studentsʼ motivation for language learning. 

Further increase and stimulation of their interest in language learning.

The demand for learning a foreign language is increasing day by day. Foreign language science is divided into four aspects (reading, writing, listening and speaking) and special concepts and skills are given. refers to increasing the effectiveness of the quality of education through access. In particular, there are several advantages of using such information and communication technologies in learning a foreign language. The role of modern technology in language learning and teaching is incomparable. The use of technological tools affects every aspect of foreign language learning (reading, writing, listening, For example, for listening comprehension, this process cannot be carried out without a computer player and CD discs. Listening comprehension is one of the most important parts of language learning. In this, the student simultaneously learns the speaker's pronunciation, adherence to grammatical rules, vocabulary and it is required to pay attention to its meanings.

  CONCLUSION

 As the educational system sets itself the task of educating a free-thinking, well-rounded, mature person, in the future, we future teachers should develop ways to effectively use innovative technologies.



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CAN YOU DANCE WITH ME 

(Male Chorus)

O Tara Tara

Hai Hai Tara

(Female Singer)

Yeah, Guys,

What’s That, What’s That

Look, Look, Am Here

Don’t Drink, Don’t Drink

You Noughties

Come on, Come on

Step with me

(Male Chorus)

O Tara Tara

Hai Hai Tara

(Female Singer)

Time is Costly

You’re Here, You’re Here

O Boys, O Boys

My Dance is For You

My Steps Make you Dance

Never Feel Shy

This Day is For You

Come on, Come on

Step with me

(Male Chorus)

O Tara Tara

Hai Hai Tara

(Female Singer)

This Band is Yours’

My Song is Yours’

My Dance is Yours’

O My Darling Boys

Come on, Come on

Step with me

(Male Chorus)

O Tara Tara

Hai Hai Tara

(Female Singer)

Yeah, Boys, Drink and Drink

It’s Golden Time

Don’t Waste Beyond

Don’t Be High

You’ll Be Asleep

You Dine and Dance

For My Sake

Come on, Come on

Step with me

(Male Chorus)

O Tara Tara

Hai Hai Tara

You Dance and Dance

We Will Dance

You Sing and Sing

We Will Sing

O Tara Tara

Hai Hai Tara

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Beauty Like Marilyn Monroe

(This song is dedicated to all the girls)

Hi Smarty–Yes Naughty

Hi Beauty–Dear Smiley

(Chorus)

You’re

Tall and Beautiful

Highly Glamorous

Hale and Healthy

Charming Face

Sparkling Eyes

Beautiful Parrot Nose

Stunning Beauty

Mind Blowing Structure

Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty

Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley

(Chorus)

Diamond Studded Ring

Smart Speaking Mouth

A Stylish Lipstick On

Shining Longs Arms

Simple Laughter

Height like Himalayas

Walking Like Angels Style

You’re A Gift of the God

Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty

Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley

(Chorus)

Entry into Hall

Everybody Fell Silent

Each Gaze at Radiant Vision

It’s Glowing complexion

Best Twinkling Eyes

Long Lashes

Full Smiling Mouth

A Lovely Hair

It’s Like Angel Crazy

Warm smiles and welcoming

Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty

Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley

(Chorus)

Intellectually satisfying ones

No doubt, from the Rolls of Angels

Forget everything, when people look at

All Admire your Beauty

Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty

Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley

(Chorus)

You’re a Gift to the Earth

Beauty, a Nature-Lord Joint Venture

Wonders nothing before Beauty

The Beauty is Eighth Wonder

Marilyn Monroe we heard so

A replica like Monroe

A Gift from the Universe

What a Beauty

What a Style

People faint for your Beauty

The Life is nothing

Admiring Beauty is no wrong

Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty

Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley

(Chorus)

Oh Nature, I need beauty life

Lord, give me charming life

God, give me charming life

Oh Universe, give me happiness

Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty

Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley

(Chorus)

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KISS ME NOT EARLY 

Kiss Kiss Kiss

You will miss miss miss

(Male Chorus)

What Yaar

No No No to Kiss

We Miss Miss Miss

No No No to Kiss

(Female Chorus)

No No, Kiss Me Not

What is this, No, No, now

Time and place, no favor to this

Love like kiss, is not the day ǁ

I can’t tell, the kiss is banned

I can’t agree to kiss like love

Days are ahead for things to favor

Be as a Hope as love live long ǁ

You’re there to like my love

I can’t deny the same to you

You’re to understand well

Love like days, will bless us soon ǁ

Kiss Kiss Kiss

You will miss miss miss

(Male Chorus)

What Yaar

No No No to Kiss

We Miss Miss Miss

No No No to Kiss

(Female Chorus)

The adventures of love, yet to start

Beauty like kiss, will lead us life

Day is near for inventions of love

Day is near to lead the life soon ǁ

The Nature hails the love like kiss

Time says no, to kiss me not early

People sure to recognize us well

No, no and no, Kiss me not early ǁ

No doubt, our love is sky level high

Stars look at our love

Clouds are blessing us like a shower

Air is blowing like us to become one ǁ

Kiss Kiss Kiss

You will miss miss miss

(Male Chorus)

What Yaar

No No No to Kiss

We Miss Miss Miss

No No No to Kiss

(Female Chorus)

Flowers move us to feel happy

Flowers understand on love like matters

Flowers adore the beauty of love couple

Flowers are the part of love and kiss game ǁ

Kiss Me Not Early

Love Me Not Early

Dangers are seen in love kiss matters

Things go wrong, if not handled well

Go global but love can’t go global

Kiss and love is Natures Gift

Nature blesses us for love

Whole world bows for Natures love

No, no, Kiss Me Not

I can’t tell the kiss is banned

You’re there too like my love

The adventures of love is yet to start

The Nature hails the love like kiss

No doubt, our love is sky level high

Flowers make us  feel happy

I go global but love can’t go global ǁ

Kiss Kiss Kiss

You will miss miss miss

(Male Chorus)

What Yaar

No No No to Kiss

We Miss Miss Miss

No No No to Kiss

(Female Chorus)

https://superprofile.bio/mantripragadamarkandeyulu

Mr. Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu, Litt.D., is a retired Public Sector Enterprise Officer from Hyderabad (India).

He’s seeking a publisher for his works and also someone who may wish to put the song lyrics to music!

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.

He has written 750+ Poems in English and 130 Poems in Telugu language.

To Google his name for little more information.

He received the following honors and awards both national and international:

·         International Achiever 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

His Facebook Groups:

https://www.facebook.com/groups/620006038438396  (Poetic Charminar)

https://www.facebook.com/groups/2429746577114118 (బంగారం లాంటి కథలు)

Books:

(1) AGENT VISNU 999 (Story and Screenplay) (2) THE BANK THIEF      (3) THE TRUE HERO (4) RICH MIND (5) TUNE, SING AND DANCE POEMS (6) SOUND OF SONG (7) SUCCESS KNOW-HOW (8) LADY POLICE   (9) THE CRAZY BEGGARS (10) ENTANGLEMENTS (24 STORIES) (11) POETRY LYRICS (WORLD POPULAR)        (12) SPECIAL QUOTATIONS (80 Photos) (13) ANIMAL STORIES KIDS (14) THE DEAD AND GHOSTS (15) CLASS 1-8 COMPUTER LEARNING, (16) ONE STANZA POEM (17) MARK’S POEMS (18) WINGS OF LOVE (19) MY DARLING (20) 1000 PROVERS (21) NATURE & FORESTS (22) SOCIAL IMPOTENCE (23) NGO WORLD (24) SUCCESS KNOW-HOW (25) VISHAL AND THE EVIL KING (26) MANTRI’S MICRO POEMS (PART 1, 2 AND 3) (27)ONE STANZA POEMS (COLOR)

(28) రావే రావే బాల (29) మోహిని (30) బావంటే బావ (31) బ్లేమర్

…

Forbidden Door

It was a large house he brought me to – all marble floors with punkahs on ceilings to cool feet and heads. There was a vineyard between this house and the one next door where my brother-in-law lived and towards the side of the house swinging hammocks had been set up for the extended family to enjoy the cooler evenings when the searing heat abated.

We had been given the upstairs rooms of the big house which had been readied in preparation for a western girl coming to live with an Arabic family. There was a modern bathroom with a flushing toilet which I didn’t initially understand was a real luxury in Sharaban, Diyala. In the corridor between the staircase and the upper floor rooms, pickle jars and fruit preserves at various stages of production lay stacked on the floor. Yom, or the “Duck” as the family called her, ran a busy and productive household. The flat roofed verandah could be used for sleeping under the stars when she was too hot or wanted to remember her youth.

Amina – her real name – Om Yas, Yom, Duck – she answered to them all. Illiterate, she had married her cousin when they were both very early teenagers which is why, I suppose, they looked a bit similar. She had a black ink tattoo on her face which seemed to be some sort of tribal marking and was bilingual. Turkish was her first language but when Iraq has been created the population from the north had been forced to learn Arabic. She knew a lot about a lot of things and it’s no surprise that all seven of her children went on to be engineers, teachers, a farmer and a vet. Not being allowed to go to school didn’t dim her intelligence. When I first appeared at her door she performed some sort of spell with fiery smoke and water before letting me in the house. She might have known about the world and breeding champion horses and a woman’s lot in society, but a lack of education had meant she retained the superstitions of her village, despite living in a town.

Only five of us lived in the house but mealtimes usually catered for between ten to twenty as the other sons would “drop by”, with their families as nobody could cook like the Duck, or so they said. Amina waddled wrapped in her black scarf which covered her hair and shoulders like a mini abaya, sitting down cross-legged on a cushion directing daughters and daughters-in-law to attend to the men and children, lest they should starve. She could get up again with great difficulty doing that downward dog style of pushing herself back into an upright position. The children laughed and played on the periphery of the meal and if they became too audacious one son or another would stand to pick up the boys – always the boys – by their wrists and heels airplane-like for a spin or grab them to throw them upwards towards the ceiling. No child was ever hurt while I was there but it must have come close a few times.

The bulk of the house was downstairs. A huge kitchen with multiple stoves and freezers was mostly where I was expected to reside. The Duck tried to teach me how to make various favourites in gigantic quantities. The kitchen led to what in the west would have been called the family lounge. And lounging was definitely what happened here, just not on chairs. Harking back to Bedouin days, cushions littered the ground and people grabbed however many they wanted in order to be comfortable on the smooth, white marble while the overhead punkahs whirred, wafting a gentle breeze around our overly hot bodies. The women, of course, fetched and carried dish after dish, drink after drink from the kitchen to the table cloth laid out without ceremony on the floor. Everyone tore off giant flatbread pieces to make edible spoons, scooping up vegetables and meats to eat their fill.

There was a part of the house downstairs that was off limits to me, well I was allowed to clean it when the men were out – lucky me – but it housed a western style toilet and a very formal lounge and dining room. There was a huge marble table with upholstered chairs set off with ornate golden woodwork. There was a collection of plush red velvet and gold throne type chairs to the side of this where presumably, people more important than women and children were brought to. If anyone arrived at the house they would enter by the main door, forbidden to me, and taken to this huge room. If anyone was visiting, the men who normally lounged around being catered to, suddenly became the servers – running through from kitchen to table with gigantic silver platters brimming with delicious food.

I presume that business was conducted there, possibly even bribery and corruption because carrier bags of money would be brought through from a backroom to the dining room and nothing would be brought back in exchange. I was reminded of this when reading about UK royals, being given carrier bags of money, to be used for pet projects. Men from the Middle East still seem to do this.

Amina must have died by now, as she wasn’t fully fit over thirty years ago when I lived in her house. She was one of the women who publicly gave away all her gold to help the Iraqi war effort. I often wonder, if her end was as peaceful as it deserved to be.

The Wind

Wind is a part of earth.
It is so important for us.
It flows over the world.
It's a great gift from the god.
When it flows over the field
It blows my mind.
When it blows over the paddy field
And the plants blow in the wind
It gives a great pleasure in my mind.
When it blows over the field,
The farmers start singing in his own mind.
When the kites fly in the wind.
It makes happy my mind.
When the birds fly in the wind
I want to fly like them.
When the clouds fly in the wind.
It makes happy my mind.
When it blows over the field
I want to blow like it.
And want to explore the world.

Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

No one is an island, as poet John Donne reminds us. We all exist within a unique network of relationships and environmental conditions. This issue explores how we co-create our lives in conjunction with our surroundings.

Z.I. Mahmud explores some of Donne’s works in his analytical look at a selection of British and Indian books addressing (among other themes) social justice and colonialism.

Mark Young also considers our cultural heritage in his narrative essays on how he has responded to various notable works of art and literature.

In a cultural analysis in keeping with the issue’s theme, Christopher Bernard concludes his essay “What’s Wrong with Liberalism.” In this essay, he claims that an unbalanced exaltation of personal liberty above all other social values underlies both neoliberalism and progressivism and paradoxically leads to increasing restrictions of freedom, extreme inequalities of wealth and power, and a sense of loss of control by voters and citizens over the political order as a whole.

Mark Murphy’s poetry also urges humans in industrialized societies to think beyond the pursuit of our own freedoms. We need to ask why we are taking actions that ravage the natural world and indigenous peoples and whether our planet’s future is inevitable.

Jaylan Salah interviews Mel Eslyn on the new film Biosphere which deconstructs toxic masculinity and environmental mismanagement through humor and camaraderie. Mykyta Ryzhykh speculates on who we’re becoming and where we’re trying and failing to find nourishment in an alienating modern techno-age.

Sayani Mukherjee’s poetic speaker asserts that she’s retreating from human politics to discuss the important subject of nature. On the other hand, Elmaya Jabbarova mixes the two topics in her patriotic call to live noble and sustainable lives.

Don Bormon’s piece revels in the fruitfulness of the rainy season and new growth in his native Bangladesh.

Aklima Anthi speaks to a complex, wounded, but unconditional relationship to nature. Duane Vorhees’ poetry mourns lost wildness and wilderness. Noah Berlatsky speculates on our genetic and physical linkage with jellyfish.

Kushal Poddar looks at our relationship to nature on a small scale, everyday encounters with insects and geese. Isabel Gomes de Diego sends us natural scenes of snow, forests, and beaches while Daniel De Culla does the same from a closer vantage point: thistles and trees.

Jonathan Butcher crafts scenes of curated natural and human-built environments, probing memory and decay. Jim Meirose’s story soundscape creates the atmosphere of an archaeological dig. J.D. Nelson’s subterranean haikus let readers glimpse bits of the world, like a child jumping up to a high window. Henry Bladon renders the noise and sounds of a city as music, bending the 90s and today into a dream. Alan Catlin joins words and cultural phrases together into a branching flow of meaning and consciousness while Channie Greenberg’s lines of different shapes illustrate a creative union between natural and technologically inspired aesthetics.

Azemina Krehic offers up a passionate love poem to the stars. Staring up at the moon inspires Mesfakus Salahin’s piece. Slava Konoval creates a poetic romance between lightning and thunder, while also speaking to the Russian invasion of Ukraine.

Gustavo Galliano envisions a pandemic that mutates both the planet and human thinking. Graciela Noemi Villaverde denounces war and other violence against children and families.

Jerry Langdon makes that point more personal, illustrating the destructiveness of obsession with power, how it disintegrates a personality.

Many writers address destructive and constructive intimate personal relationships.

Chimezie Ihekuna explores the problems that arise in a marriage when people bring unresolved issues and irresponsible behavior into the relationship. Romantic feelings are not always enough to make things work.

Feruza Abdullaeyva describes the pain caused by a friend’s selfishness, while Richard LeDue mourns the slow death of fading love. J.J. Campbell’s speaker’s memories are interspersed with reflections on aging and the pain of loss and loneliness.

Bill Tope reminisces about a wild 1960s road trip where danger and adventure lurk beneath the surface. Some of the peril comes from fair-weather friends.

In contrast, Mahbub Alam writes of steady and nourishing emotional connections, and Annie Johnson honors a relationship that has grown and deepened over many years. Jasna Gugic illuminates the explicit and implicit connections among lovers.

Yike Zhang evokes a ethereal, intense, and transcendent love while Maja Milojkovic seeks authentic human connection rather than the illusions of empty religious practice. Czarina Daltiles writes of human striving, how the desire for accomplishment drives many of us, yet perhaps our greatest joys are simply being able to share little moments with our loved ones.

John Edward Culp expresses a natural and easy connection between friends, while Emina Delilovic-Kevric captures a simple and calm domestic scene. Santiago Burdon humorously details an encounter where two strangers see through each other’s subterfuge and bare their souls to each other on a plane. Steven Bruce relates a humorous memory of finding grace in everyday awkwardness.

Jasmina Ortikova encourages us to look to the past and honor our elders. Nozima Gofurova pays tribute to those who have helped her achieve, personally and academically.

Some other contributors focus on an individual person, while still clearly illustrating that the outside world shapes who they are.

In Obirija Joshua’s poem, he reflects on his place in the world on his birthday, guided by his grandmother’s prayers. Sayifov Botirali extols the importance of education and personal development, while Mohinur Murodova highlights some women’s contributions to science, technology, engineering, and mathematics.

Bella Angel Douglas outlines the experience of carrying the emotional pain of rejection, while Vern Fein’s work touches on the circumstances of life and death, what gives our lives meaning and dignity.

Finally, Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa reminds us that life is short and we should make the most of the time we have on the earth.