“social worker’s lament” drunk chasing herons, i pause to reflect—old friends, open roads, less thoughts “coldblooded prophets” speeding home i pass a turtle holding the universe inside its shell “distracted by everything” an egret glides overhead— my watch is at home, i wish for autumn “they know no laws” sparrows refuse adhering to red traffic signals they keep flying “gravity sucks” black ivory wings beat through a cloudy blue sky— i am just a man
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Poetry from Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumovna
FOUR SEASONS WITH DEAD LEAVES… Passed four seasons with the dead leaves, Which season we have expected other than this, Why haven’t we bloomed in any season? Why have all of them hated us, What bad evil have we done to them while, We were busy with ourselves and the world?… Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumovna (February 15, 1973) was born in Uzbekistan. Studied at the Faculty of Journalism of Tashkent State University (1992-1998). She took first place in the competition of young republican poets (1999). Four collections of poems have been published in Uzbekistan: “Leaf of the Heart” (1998), “Roads to You” (1998), “The Sky in My Chest” (2007), “Lovely Melodies” (2013). She wrote poetry in more than ten genres. She translated some Russian and Turkish poets into Uzbek, as well as a book by Yunus Emro. She lived as a political immigrant with her family for five years in Turkey and five years in Ukraine. Currently lives in Switzerland. Married, mother of five children. It was not possible to publish poems and translations written by the poet in the next ten years.
Mixed media from Mantri Pragada Markendeleyu (one of three)
Poetry from Muhammad Sani Habibat
*The Lost Balloons* In this year's Canvass Balloons embark on an ethereal plane Above the sky, balloons soar in farewell weather With each gentle breeze, their spirits take flight Escaping gravity's hold. A doctor's healing touch A neighbors nod An Aunt's counsel A friend's embrace disappears. As they ride neutral balloon in the sky of departure Balloons which left colors of pains and grief's heavy veil Carrying stories of dreams like frayed nylon A symphony of farewell under the same sun. As their eyes close *Almaut* '' they whisper. Guided by *Manrobbuka* call A question asked as souls commence their dance In whispered prayers their name etched my tongue. As my eyes curse this silent stranger's bitter sting, How do I say this? the courageous ''Moremi'' has lost her courage as every passing time, it shrinks like the sand of time. In my talk to the Almighty '' Let their nostrils perceive the sweet fragrance of paradise'' Muhammad Habibat Sani (Ummuyasmeen) is a 300-level law student at Usmanu Danfodiyo University Sokoto. As a poet and story writer, she uses words to explore themes of loss, courage, and spirituality.
Essay from Bakhora Bakhtiyorova
Stupid Elevators That morning without you again... does it have to be bright?" says my lightless gaze. I come to the window with my forehead straining... it's as if the world from the upper floor falls under your feet. If only dreams would fall like this under my feet, I would immediately take you, the most elegant wish among them, and hold it in my arms. I sat on the windowsill and rested my head on the frame, observing the world. When I fall asleep, I still miss you. The morning is breaking, the swallows are so lonely, huh? He flew deep. Calling the roosters, as if we are the wakers of the clear morning, as if we are bringing the sun... Heh, you're just like my naive gullible swallows... In fact, you don't know about the rains.. Just like my faith... Morning thoughts... Hot coffee likes to give my sad thoughts a little light... Its aroma is comforting... it's so bitter... coffee without sugar. Just like my grief. It's bitter and it doesn't need false comforting sugar. However, just as sugar cannot suppress the taste and aroma of coffee, so my simple consolations cannot suppress my sorrows.
Poetry from Akhlima Ankhi
Filthy Game of Sun and Water Filthy game between Sun and Water, Has sharply started severely; The conspiracy of witch Air Who is the protagonist by blowing madly. Innocent Earth shivering with fear. Water trying to sink the Sun into his strong current with his wet hand Trying to extinguish sunshine. For Water raging earth's heart turns into flood land; blacken the whole world with thick darkness. Rising up high, Sun attacks mercilessly - Like a thirsty bitch quaffed water as wine. By sipping with greedy lips; Soaked the heart of Ocean- Aridity grasped the whole Earth's throat. Cracking sound of breaking World is heard. Ah! lovely mother Earth misusing as a center of a battle ground Filthy game of Sun and Water. Aklima Ankhi, poet, storyteller and translator from Cox'sbazar, Bangladesh. Born in Mymensingh, Bangladesh. She has a published poetry named "Guptokothar Shobdochabi" written in Bangla. She is a post graduate in English Literature. As a profession she is a Lecturer in English.
Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh
my monsters of spring in the rains of unbearable loneliness are drowning *** the mastodons of the dead tongue pull the corpse of a harsh scream from the grave and put it in our ears harpies of misfortune gnaw at the skin of the chitin in which we live dead language dead chitin the soul is alive *** memory envelops us as we used to be memory envelops us with our former which of the moments of paint will fall to us in the future which of the moments of spring will fall to us in the future fingers on the hands became screams fingernails torn off the future is gone the future is red *** sakura gave me silence the flowers of the soul open and the sky is bright *** angels fall asleep mafia wakes up the sky is melting like ice cream life melts like the sky shots play catch up bodies play hide and seek one two Three children's play adults four five six death flies *** fragments of thoughts in an iron eye finger pharynx hiroshima is a city in japan where once people liked to watch movies scar of loneliness at the moment of death cylinder-like neck mushroom people grow into the ground everything around merges into mush the lesson of honesty is drowning in tears *** pathology of meaning air puff an apology for hate blood of flowers and everywhere death death death *** sauna burns under the sun steam resembles a fungus of a nuclear explosion *** fire light flames live wire devouring element all around red *** soul tulips worry in heaven on earth dead souls *** pay per soul my iron son bathes himself in the bath weeping indulgence tin soldiers turn to ashes money bodies life becomes a hunt for yourself ∞∞∞ silence signs look like death *** crunching tree branches under your feet autumn dreams *** What did I do while nuclear plants grew like mushrooms Probably scolded the daughter beat the cat Dragged a piece of halva Filled the chambers with gas And did not notice how my daughter turned into In the Virgin Mary And I don't know how to deal with her now *** Birds sing in the language of silence that they have nowhere to return from warm lands *** Metal birds live longer than meat birds I wish I didn't become a robot I want to become a slave, but not God I want to be a god It's best to be a bird