Metamorphosis of change

Is it a myth, a legend, or a fact?

Charles Darwin has a theory 

That humans evolved from monkeys.

It has been through years of evolution.

The girl grew up to be a mother, the boy to be a father

The mother became a grandmother, the father to be a grandfather

Lived and passed away from the world

Hey, the world that was empty is filled again.

Once illiterate, unable to write,

As the months and years passed, they became scholars.

Dreams galloped like horses on the roads

They built nests for themselves everywhere.

People who looked at birds with envy

Discovery and rocket flew into space

The boundaries of science are branching out.

Fireworks have scattered, scattered everywhere.

The universe is full of miracles,

Now we wake up with innovations

Although human intelligence is constantly changing,

Don’t forget that the World has a Creator!

Elmaya Jabbarova was born in Azerbaijan. She is a poet, writer, and translator. Her poems from 2019 to date were published in regional and foreign newspapers, magazines, books, webpages, and anthologies. She has been awarded many certificates, diplomas, and medals. She is the department manager of Hekari, a newspaper of Azerbaijan. She is an honorary member of the Writers of Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan World Association of People’s Creators, and an Honorary member of the International Academy of Literature, Art, Culture and Social Sciences of Uzbekistan. She is an Academic Appointed Coordinator, Secretary General of Azerbaijan, Argentina. She is presented in the book Famous Personalities MultiArt – 5, Argentina. She was a member of the World Poetic Fraternity. She was awarded the title of Global Poet of 2023; 2024. She was awarded the title of World Poet Laureate from Azerbaijan as one of 55 poets selected by Pentasi B Friendship Poetry for 2025.

When Night Meets Peace

Night settles

gently over

the silver

and blue

sleeping earth

As quiet hands

draw the

last light

into the

sky

Her presence barely

visible

for she is

the Midnight

Peace Enchantress

Moonlight gathers

upon the surface

of still

and sleeping

waters

Until they shimmer

like whispered

prayers drifting

through twilight

The darkness curls

around her shoulders

like soft

silken

wings

While hidden stars

awaken quietly

inside the velvet

night

Each star carries

a secret peace

never spoken

aloud

Delivering it

to dreamers sleeping

beneath quiet

silver

skies

Her long veil

woven from moonlight

and fading

starlight

Flows behind her

like a river

of sapphire

and pearl

And all who wander

into her night

leave carrying

a quieter

heart.

Shannon Scoates, The Weaver Lantern-lit Truth-spoken Heart-seen.

September 22, 2026

Shannon Scoates is a Canadian poet and intuitive writer whose work is rooted in nature, mysticism, and channeled guidance. Influenced by childhood storytellers like Hans Christian Andersen and the Brothers Grimm, as well as poets such as Emily Dickinson, Maya Angelou, E.E. Cummings, W.B. Yeats, Robert Frost, and RR Token author Terry Brooks, she began writing at age ten as a way to express emotion and truth. Shannon is also an energy healer trained in Reiki, colour, sound, and vibrational therapy, and she is passionate about helping women find their voice through writing and spiritual connection. A devoted advocate for children’s literature and animal rights, she carries forward the encouragement of her Grampa and Grama, whose spirit continues to guide her creative path. Her first book is currently in development.

IT IS NOT A WORD THAT IS LIED TO

Are you the man

who kissed me in the rain,

whose name I don’t even know…

Are you the one to whom,

I,

enraptured,

spoiled my rhymes…

You listened to me,

found yourself in them,

in cold mornings

and quiet evenings,

and I looked for you

in every verse

and every word…

You couldn’t

stop me…

I was surprised that out of

so many words

I didn’t tell a single lie…

I was very careful

not to say I LOVE YOU,

because it has a special charm…

It is not a word that is said,

that is lied to…

That word is in the heart,

in anxiety, in the soul…

It is kept among the mute…

It is not spoken,

it suffocates you,

while it is in the chest…

It remains hidden and waits silently

when we are far away and alone,

resonating within us like an echo,

it is felt in the darkness.

Milka J.Šolaja

Belgrade

MILKA J. ŠOLAJA was born in Korenica, in the Republic of Croatia. Lives and works in Belgrade. She has been writing poetry since her high school days.

So far, she has published 11 independent poetry collections: “If I Were a Bird”, “Dreams in the Mirror”, “Between Reality and Sleep”, “Traces Will Remain”, “Black and White World”, “I Think Your Hands Are Yours”, “A Tear from Stone”, “I Was Born Alone” and two co-authored poetry collections: “I Dream with Verses” and “My Dreams Written in Verses”, published by “Kulture Snova” from Zagreb. 

The eleventh poetry collection “I Am This I Am” is in preparation for publication, as well as the autobiographical novel “Walking on the Edge”. She writes love, homeland, descriptive, reflective, spiritual and poetry for children. Translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali, Spanish, Greek, Odia, Arabic…

Award-winning, represented in many anthologies, monographs, collections and magazines, both domestic and international. Some poems are composed. Member of: Serbian Writers’ Association, Literary and Artistic Union “Vlaho Bukovac” from Split, “Culture of Dreams” from Zagreb, Institute for Children’s Literature in Belgrade. She is also a member of several International Groups, Forums and Academies for Poetry and Literature, where she has received a large number of awards. 

In the Palm of Fate

My love is like water in the hands of fate.

It finds the cracks and flows toward Mother Earth.

It plunges like waterfalls,

those great tears of water

that descend mercifully

to await the Sun and a new awakening,

upward, toward the sky.

Waters that flow and wait for sailboats,

and for sailing with the wind

that helps you breathe deeply,

happy that you are alive,

that you sail together,

while watery enchantments create a rainbow

that fades into the night

and goes to rest.

And I, weary, return to the palm of fate,

alone and without anyone,

with a prayer upon my lips.

Born for the word.

Born for fame.

Born for separation.

I bathe when the Sun gives way to the Moon,

until the riverbed gives way

and I awaken in the falling,

and so it goes,

again and again.

Maja Milojković was born in Zaječar, Serbia. She is the deputy editor at “Sfairos” publishing house in Belgrade, Serbia.  She is the vice-president of the association “Rtanj and Mesečev poetski krug”.  She is the author of two books: “The Circle of the Moon” and “Trees of Desire” She is the editor of the International Anthology “Rtanjski stihopevi” One of the founders of the poetry club “Area Felix” from Zaječar, Serbia and the editor of an international e-magazine for creative literature and culture “Area Felix”.

A PURR OF LOVE 

A touch of skin, a soft purr, that makes my heart beat faster, tender caresses. Loving cuddles, your gaze in mine, a deep love, makes me feel that I am unique in the world.

 In your arms, I find my refuge, a safe place, where I can be myself. 

With every caress, with every purr, you make me feel, wow, I love you more and more. 

Nidia Amelia García, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, is a writer and an active member of Juntos por las Letras (Together for Letters). She has participated in numerous virtual events in Uruguay, Paraguay, Bolivia, Spain, Colombia, Portugal, Nigeria, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, and elsewhere. She has also contributed to literary anthologies such as “Books of the Immortals” and “Anthology of the 50 Poets of the World 2022.”

Love Reaction

Your love makes me shine,

Your kindness makes me feel,

Your heart is a pure heart,

Realising everything matters.

You know how much I care about you,

It reflects love.

Which encourages me,

 for further development steps.

You are reasonable for my healthy good thinking,

Your pic in my mind pushes me,

Force me for innovation and creation.

New hope, light & hard work.

You are beside me, my atmosphere is cool,

I got more energy from energy,

Every day create new dream, new achievement,

Because you have with me, it is reaction of love.

Date: 15.09.2026

Amb. Dr. Priyanka Neogi is from Coochbehar. She is an administrative controller of United Nations’ PAF, a librarian, a CEO of Lio Messi International Property & Land Consultancy, international literacy worker, sports & peace promoter, dancer, singer, reciter, live telecaster, writer, editor, researcher, literary journalist, host, beauty queen, international co-ordinator of the Vijay Mission of Community Welfare Foundation of India.

THE LABELERS

Do you see

how they have labeled us

and divided us?

They say: you are a Doctor,

and you – a Professor!

You are a Peasant,

and you – an Auto Mechanic!

You are a Journalist,

and you – a Poet!

What do you,

Gentlemen Labelers,

know about who I am?

Language is a marvel!

How conveniently it governs our consciousness.

Our mind is like an overpacked suitcase of concepts

that we carry with us wherever we go.

If only it were always useful!

How often we pull out words like laundry,

yet not a single one truly fits us.

We dress ourselves in that laundry

so that we will not remain naked.

For what would we do then?

Naked, improper,

unacceptable before the „world”.

Oh God, what misery.

You see, without words

we cannot enter this world of ours.

Just as we must put on some clothing,

so we clothe ourselves in words,

yet we often do not know how to choose them well.

So we lean on other people’s words,

on other people’s thoughts,

on knowledge someone else has gathered for us.

It would be better for all of us

to handle concepts

a little more precisely and honestly.

It would be more pleasant,

and more honorable,

to remain silent about what we do not know.

But who cares anymore

about meaning and truth?

They say – that is for Philosophers.

We are Ordinary People.

The Philosopher carefully opens his suitcase

and even more carefully chooses his clothes,

while the Ordinary man simply throws things around as best as he can.

And then, like a parrot,

we repeat the same phrase countless times:

Where is this world heading?

Milena Pčinjski, MA – Biography

Milena Pčinjski (Милена Пчињски) was born on October 28, 1986, in Prokuplje, Republic of Serbia, and currently resides in Ćuprija. She holds a master’s degree in English Language and Literature. She is recognized as an international poet who writes in both Serbian and English. Her poetry has been published in numerous collections and anthologies of contemporary Serbian literature, as well as in international and online poetry compilations. Her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Russian, Romanian, Bengali, and Finnish.

She is a member of several book clubs in Serbia and regularly participates in literary events and poetry competitions. In 2025, she published her poetry collection Verses Imprisoned (Заробљени стихови). She works as an online English professor and also serves as a translator and editor for Area Felix, an international Serbian e-magazine dedicated to creative literature and culture. Additionally, she is a proofreader for the Association of Writers –SKOR, where she also serves as the President for the Pomoravlje Region.

Her collection Verses Imprisoned was awarded the Honorary Silver Diploma by the Orthodox Cultural and Artistic Almanac Arina NN in Nizhny Novgorod in 2025.

Milena is an honorary member of the International Advisory Board of the Academy of Farsala in Greece, as well as of the Global Literary Society, where she received a Certificate of Appreciation for „her excellent contribution to the Global Movement of Positive Literature” from Bhagirath Choudhary, the founder of the organization. She is currently preparing her second poetry collection.