YOU SAID You said; I will leave! I will remove the seed of your image from my eyes And plant it in the hard land of oblivion. The shine from pupils will easily squirm, like a fish from palms. I stood like a tree with many branches abandoned by birds and their nests. I'm getting used to it like earth's ground on dead bodies - to your headless words. Azemina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia. Winner of several international awards for poetry, including: Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019., „Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020. Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021. „Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022. She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.
Poetry from Emina Delilovic-Kevric
April April has long fingerprints on the window The girl climbs up to the soft cheekbones Across furrows touched by life It is morning and freedom smells at the top visible to the inner stumbling Enchanting flowers will bloom from the fingers, and smells flow instead of blood But despite the joy of the will, her body doesn't recognize the arms that hug her. Emina Đelilović-Kevrić (Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina) After studying the b/h/s (bosnian/croatian/serbian) language and literature at the Philoshopical Faculty in Zenica she got her master's degree on the subject "Memory construction in the South Slavic interlinear community: typical models of the war camp experience in literature“. She is the author of the poetry collection "This time without history“ and the short stories collection "Erased lives." Her collection of poems "My son and I“ is awarded by the Publishing Foundation of Bosnia and Herzegovina in 2021. In 2022 she won the second place in the international literature competition "Isnam Taljić“. She is the winner of the second award for the best short story of the regional literature competition "Zija Dizdarević“ 2022, and she won the first place on international literature competition "Nastavi priču“ in 2023. She won a third place on the international poetry competition "Ossi di Seppia“ in Italy.
Poetry from Maja Milojkovic
GIFT FROM GOD Love is a gift from God thank Maya by writing about Me. You have no love for God, but call upon it, imagine that it is there, and pray for the Divine Vision. That sublime love is hidden in holy books and in people whose mouths kiss the word of God and do not deviate from the path of devotion. Don't trust Maya men when you read love poems, that's not love, that's lust. Yesterday someone wrote about the only love, today you are the only love tomorrow some other woman will be the only love. It is a lie hidden in beautiful words. Don't believe Maya's illusion Don't look for love where it doesn't exist. Pray to Maya with all your heart for protection. Call Me. I am Your gift, reveal me and keep me secret. I FEEL YOU Every raindrop is your inhale and exhale in the heavenly symphony I listen to the beat of your heart. Through the touch of the rain I feel you. Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia. She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement, "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard," is circulating through the blood. That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them. As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies, and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube. Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali, and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers. She is the recipient of many international awards. "Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle." She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro, and she is also a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.
Poetry from Mahbub Alam
The Drawings The drawings are singing The wonderful melodious songs are sung with instruments Enchanting as the painting of Mona Lisa! The laugh you live in me For ever and ever. Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh 13 May, 2023 Withered Thoughts The cyclone is ready to destroy People are taking shelter as the birds fly to other Fear hovers around the coastal area Fear disturbs the mind The sun is so hot, the scorching sun Hinders to pace outside We are in this turmoil world Drooping in the furnace and chokes the breath. Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh 13 May, 2023
Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin
Snow Maiden
I am telling you Snow Maiden
You will melt like wax
The wind will lose your scent
The sea will carry your identity
I still love you
I know you won’t be mine
Flocks of seagull will be your companion
Your whiteness will be swayed by catkin
Bedouin will find your address
I will be a nomad like time
The speed will hang on one leg.
I’ll wear your nupur in the dance of memory
Will sell morning and afternoon
I will buy lost night.
Modern Saints
A serious meditation carried out
By seven modern holy saints
A well frog sings the song of Shiva
The mountain walks in the hands of the moon
Darkness lurks every night
A flood of kings in the midst of light
A daughter of two fathers
The illusion of shadow in the shell
May find your body
Timeless action is in the womb of time.
Whose is whose? No religion
The moon forgot her address
Everyone is wandering, the path is unknown.
Poetry from Clive Gresswell
paper tigers straddle these doorways of perception while we grow sleep in those rusted mortal chains bound by future desires they block the tirade of jobcentre queues gentle on the breeze where chapters bind us (lost words) roar to the core animal entrapment they hear you calling from far away & freeze in the moment 2/ dissemination murals crack of dawn shadings turning off capitalism’s filth jaws/darkness/hunches towards failing light along a promenade at midnight fools’ gold folds into sea entry into schools/teachers decapitated from knowledge fishmongers gone ashore cruelly joke recording debits from credit card union debasement’s brass etchings 3/ judges in plaster-cast moons resulting hybrid benefactors tracing etchings’ steps of wounded soldiers/ their pleas fall on/deaf ears rattling drums/rattle snakes (all) encircled by bankers’ crumbs bestowing on the headland breaking wave gestures tide’s fortitude 4/ fading light surrounds womb plastic cups social discourse returning by memory’s see-saw swing democracy’s wild call – a note from the press motions to sea-sick sailors (come) audio then visual deprivations outside those freezing chessboard nations men in uniforms split their sides castigating new verbs 5/ desperately seeking fortunes idle chatter frays on mudflaps the gin-soaked body of wasted away (passing their sealed lips) stacked crazy artisans rest a while this balance in rear-view mirrors at the factory’s birth akin to 1960’s wallflowers dishing the dirt on helpless presidents context of the beat conflict of defeat bearing witness to eggshell crossroads 6/ dramatic intrigue as shoelaces recapture stepping gundogs which sniff the air (walking) charitable cops disregarding replica prime ministers fooled into lapsing to another doggy language howling in this aftermath where days emblazon new colours for old spring collections daffodils worn in the emptiness as unemployment discolours 7/ junk heart stakes out gentle malnutrition seedlings posing perpendicular prosedy across choppy sea disasters as gesticulating bureaucrats wander deserts & gypsy hymns decline racial origin forceful adjectives hasten to kaleidoscopic horizons traces on the shoreline passing scoundrels declare gaping wounds of love then whisked off by amateur chauffeurs each with splendid haircuts from 1958 movies & delicate bone structures carve intimate knowledge across these cracks of desire
Clive Gresswell is a 65-year-old innovative writer and poet with many publications to his name. His sixth poetry book, a 16,000-word stream-of-consciousness prose poem Shadow Reel, will be available through Amazon in July.
Poetry from Nozima Ulo’g’uva
MOTHER This time I got a pen, for you mom, I was looking for words like your kindness. Dare to go today Just wanted to say I'm fond of you Actually you are my endless verse, I have hidden in the bottom of my heart. Mother, mother, I've said it a thousand times, You are my sun, the light in my eyes. Sometimes I couldn't speak my mind, I couldn't stand and hug you! Sorry, I couldn't kiss your hand. I wish these days would come back, mother I wish I could honor you, mother. The education you gave me has blossomed today. I took a place in the heart of teachers. Your bitter words opened my eyes, You, my friend, are full of advice! You planted a seedling with hope, You will be the best gardener. With praise, applause, recognition, You will be a perfect mother! CONGRATULATIONS TO THE YOUNG PEOPLE The Uzbek people are young people, Lover of youth. Respectfully, An uplifter. Young people are ours, Owners of our tomorrow. Our pride is our honor, Trusts of our country. Be wise, smart, Intelligence is unique to you. Smart kids like you Suitable for great ancestors. Today is a beautiful holiday, Let it be forever. Be happy, be happy, be happy Congratulations from the bottom of my heart. Dear President, Attention is ours. Today is a celebration, All boys and girls!
Nozima Ulug’ova was born on October 13, 2001 in “Yosh gayrat” neighborhood, Shorchi district, Surkhandarya province. He graduated from the 37th general education school in the Shorchi district and at the same time, the Nukus branch of the State Institute of Arts and Culture of Uzbekistan “Art Studies” 3rd-level student of the department “Dramaturgy of Stage and Screen Art”. In 2022, his creative author collections “Mother for you” and “Salvation” were published and gained their readers. At the same time, his creative story is among the young artists of Uzbekistan. “Culture”, “Creative Flight”, “Women and Time”, “Surkhan Youth”, “Morning Star” are examples of creativity in our republic. It is covered in newspapers, “Gulkhan” magazine and “Nurli Jol” newspaper of Kazakhstan. The young penman did not limit himself to creativity, but participated in conferences and scientific meetings in prestigious journals with a factor recognized by OAC with about 20 scientific articles, pamphlets and theses.”Samarkand Youth Forum 2021″ “Uzbekistan Development Forum 2021” Participant of several forums and conferences, festivals and seminars. Nozima Ulug’ova in Personal development & Step into the international sphere Course, because he was able to show his activity and interests in the fields of literature and art in this course .Creativity Forum for Culture, Arts and Peace International member, Active member, working Group of International writers “Jontous por las Letras” Iqra Foundation has received membership offers from several international organizations in its field.