Ah, Death
Once, Death was a fearful word
Cutting life with unrelenting sword
Cold and stiff, underground to hoard
Some naked, more in varnished board
All that's living, Death eventually lord
No one can choose on own accord
The time to willingly cut the cord
But then, is Death really just an end?
The goal straight, no one can bend?
How can broken hearts be mend?
Where to, grieving prayers can send?
Gathering that one must attend
Careful that words will not offend
Comfort and strength to lend.
Death is not the end, but a beginning
From cold winter, comes the spring
New trails for green meadows bring
Knot or unknot the old with new string
Death, must the living yearn or fear?
Emotions and ambitions to stir
The future, sure yet vaguely unclear.
Nah, nah, nah.
Everyone needs someone to love,
Everyone needs someone who'll love.
Coz we're human needing humans
That ain't wrong nor weird
We're not crazy, we're not weirdos
We're social creatures not bimbos
That ain't wrong, so it goes
A Lone Wolf searching for a pack
Home waiting for my coming back
That ain't wrong to lack
Wanting wings for my head to tuck
Family feathers not wanting to pluck
That ain't wrong to wish luck
Nah nah nah
That ain't wrong nor weird
That ain't wrong, so it goes
That ain't wrong to lack
That ain't wrong to wish luck
Everyone needs someone to love,
Everyone needs someone who'll love.
Searching, wishing for one true love.
Nah, nah, nah, normal ones
Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry.
Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for truth in pursuit of equality and proper stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.
A Good Citizen
A good citizen is one who does good works in society. He must have some good qualities. He is conscious, dutiful and active. Again he must have the qualities of truthfulness, honesty and tolerance. He must have proper education. He must also be able to apply his knowledge. So, he needs skills to do things. He must maintain discipline in society. He has to abide by the laws of the country to maintain social peace and happiness. He loves his country and country people more than his life. He does nothing against the interest of his country. In fact, citizen having character live a life of virtue. So, he is a good citizen.
Iftikhar Zaman Ononno is a student of grade 7 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
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IN THE SKY OF DREAMS
A person should set a goal for himself/herself in life... Some people set a small goal for themselves: buying a new phone, going on vacation, others for a bigger one: a million dollar turnover per month. Plans such as creating a business or building a house for his family. Some people dream of unattainable things: solving the problem of poverty in the country, living in space. That's why you should have enough intelligence to set a goal that matches your strength.
"The goal must be to achieve happiness, otherwise the fire will not roar enough, the driving force will not be powerful enough - therefore, success will not be fully achieved," - says Theodore Dreiser.
In fact, if a person has set a goal for himself, he should devote all his energy to it and avoid all other distractions.
Each of you has your own place in life. The main thing for us is your desire to speak. Among the invited guests, we can see that you are more enthusiastic than others. Don't forget, it all depends on you! It's time to show yourself!
We invite you to the world of fear! This world will be a testing world for you. In this, you will test your ability, your ability to get out of the situation in the face of difficulties and your readiness for drastic actions!
And we will show you the ways to skillfully get out of various difficult situations and make impossible things possible. And you just move forward!
There are people who leave the world without a dream. Such people do not swim like fish, on the contrary, the current carries them. Therefore, in the beautiful garden called life, dream of growing a flower that amazes the world with its fragrance.
As you walk towards the goal, the difficulty increases as you get closer. So, if you have set a great goal, you will achieve it with perseverance and beautiful patience. After all, the key to achieving the goal is hard work, patience and research.
GREAT FATHER
You will never understand me, Son.
Now,
when you walk down a colorful
street in Copenhagen, you see two dealers
and a huge balloon-like rat.
Enjoy this view!
You will never understand me, Son.
Admire the ladies who put lace panties
in their bags.
Enjoy your life while you can.
ARMAGEDDON DAYS
There was nothing unusual about it.
Children played in the squares,
and alcoholics slowly drank beer
on the benches.
The sun suddenly changed its color.
The policeman fired
a bullet,
but it hit the nearby trees.
And the world ceased to exist.
CONVERSATIONS WITH THE PROPHETS
I'm looking for happiness, could you
advise me on how to find it?
And what is happiness for you?
That's what I don't know, I'm tracking
happiness to no avail.
Once you find it, come to me again.
Then I won't need you anymore.
You have it within you, but you must first
see the man with the bird's head
on the solar orb.
It's too complicated.
Happiness is not a watermelon thrown
in the trash.
Grzegorz Wróblewskiwas born in 1962 in Gdańsk and grew up in Warsaw. Since 1985 he has been living in Copenhagen. English translations of his work are available in Our Flying Objects (trans. Joel Leonard Katz, Rod Mengham, Malcolm Sinclair, Adam Zdrodowski, Equipage, 2007), A Marzipan Factory (trans. Adam Zdrodowski, Otoliths, 2010), Kopenhaga (trans. Piotr Gwiazda, Zephyr Press, 2013), Let’s Go Back to the Mainland (trans. Agnieszka Pokojska, Červená Barva Press, 2014), Zero Visibility (trans. Piotr Gwiazda, Phoneme Media, 2017). Asemic writing book Shanty Town (Post-Asemic Press, 2022).
Why Am I Sad?
Does that mean I’m lucky? If so,
Then why I don’t remember the dust on my joy?
Has my confidence disappeared with the cigarette ashes?
People age by love poems and happy-ending stories.
Meanwhile, I age by the number of lonesome years.
My brother tried & failed to teach me how to stop crying.
The very first moment I turned 18 eighteen years old,
My grandpa came into my dream and said
“ I’m no longer in trouble to express my mental illness.”
Thirty-four years and yet I shamefully liquoring up and smoke.
Colourless wounds, foggy nightmares and rusty sorrows in me.
Why am I sad? When everything is great but not remarkable.
Soul & Hope
I am riding in the subway again.
Breathless & sweaty melancholy visage,
as if autumn wear my soul & hope.
Her springy perfume permeate in me.
She whispers to the blooms flowers
while I am in sorrow to her dead roses.
I ask her to touch me gently, to kiss me softly.
Will she recall my heart how to bury the past?
I am wild with love, with a lifetime desire.
I am not an widow chair waiting for her dead soilder.
Stand side by side, I need to dream & not fall apart.
Hand in hand, I’m thirsty to explore you in darkness.
DEEP IN THE HEART…
Deep in heart there’s echoing burning voice,
Do not hide it, just open it and rejoice.
God almighty understand us where you zoom,
Anyways, you will face it what fetches doom.
Let that dull stars gossip you let them backbite,
They are only ugly teeth of giggling night.
Oh, my dear, face to the God at any rate,
Because he’s the owner of the workshop of fate.
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 and currently lives in Switzerland. She is married and the mother of five children.
Temporal Nexus Paradox
In the heart of a mysterious laboratory, Dr. Alexander Greyson, a brilliant scientist, stood before his latest creation: the Temporal Nexus, a device capable of travelling across time and space. With the world's history at his fingertips, Alexander's eyes shined with excitement as he took a good look at the possibilities.
Unable to resist the lure of discovery, he activated the device and found himself standing in the midst of ancient Rome. The magnificence of the Colosseum and the vitality of the bustling streets left him in awe. With each journey, he hopped through centuries, exploring various civilizations and cultures.
However, he didn't know that he made a fateful misstep. During a visit to the Renaissance, he accidentally dropped a small notebook filled with his advanced scientific equations. The notebook fell into the hands of a curious Leonardo da Vinci. Inspired by Alexander's revolutionary ideas, da Vinci's inventions rapidly advanced human progress, altering the course of history.
As Alexander returned to his present, he was greeted by a world unrecognizable to him. Advanced technology appeared, but the cost of this was immense, it created a society which disowned personal connections and brought environmental issues. Desperate to undo the damage he had unwillingly caused, Alexander went back into the past using the Temporal Nexus, determined to retrieve the notebook from da Vinci's possession.
However, each attempt he made to fix the timeline only led to further complications. His actions created a series of paradoxes that rippled through time, threatening to erase him from existence. Stranded in a fractured reality, Alexander realized the consequences of his actions. With the help of a fellow scientist, Christopher Alis, he made a plan together to repair the timeline.
Christopher and Alexander went on a very dangerous trip across different times, dealing with problems and secrets. Together, they raced against time to restore the timeline and ensure Alexander's invention never fell into da Vinci's hands. Their efforts took them from ancient civilizations to distant futures, they were fixing the very essence of how things work in the world.
After countless struggles and close calls, Christopher and Alexander finally managed to set things right. The timeline was restored, and the course of history returned to its original path. With the Temporal Nexus dismantled and the notebook safely back in Alexander's possession, the world once again aligned with its intended trajectory.
After everything calmed down, Alexander thought about the important thing he had learned: how much a single person's actions can affect the course of history. He promised to use his scientific talent to help people and not try to change the past. With a new understanding of how history works, Alexander Greyson felt prepared to move forward and make smart choices because of what he went through.
Nahyean Bin Khalid is a student of grade 7 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
