THEN WHEN DEATH LAUGHED AT US

Under the cold, our fingers shrink like lips before the astringency

while we are biting into fresh quinces.

We push our palms into the deep openings of the coats

 – everyone in their warm pocket fireplaces,

earlobes and nose tips are witnessing the sharpness of the wind,

saying; Hurry home,

so we don’t stand here,

 it’s always cooler by the water!

 Don’t come back to hug me,

I’ll see you another day.

Now, hurry and get up there,

it’s cold by the water!

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.

Home from School

Whenever I’m late returning from school,
I must withdraw a fish from the river’s pocket
And offer it to the
Oil in the frying pan!
I devise a street—exactly like those in China—flooded with masses of passersby
And picture myself crammed onto it,
Waiting for the green light
Before I walk.
I draw a storm,
To carry me away,
Another one to lift my books,
And a third, a sandstorm, to make the scene more intense.
……………………….
But as easily as a cloud,
I sit in the corner there,
On a bench by a pink door,
Listening to a vendor cry:
“Stork Eggs! Bayd al-Laqlaq !” 1
He passes

1 Bayd al-Laqlaq is a candy made from sugar and flavorings. The vendor carries them in a basket
while singing: “The stork soared and flew off. It attacked the headman’s house.”

2

Near houses
That haven’t yet been stilled by a key’s sigh.
I rest my head on the sun’s palm
And watch
The stork’s fluttering wing
Spray
Sugar confetti
On the roofs
Of the street’s houses!

Faleeha Hassan is a poet, teacher, editor, writer, and playwright born in Najaf, Iraq, in 1967, who now lives in the United States. Faleeha was the first woman to write poetry for children in Iraq. She received her master's degree in Arabic literature, and has now published 26 books, her poems have been translated into English, Turkmen, Bosnian, Indian, French, Italian, German, Kurdish, Spain, Korean, Greek, Serbia, Albanian, Pakistani, Romanian, Malayalam, Chinese,
ODIA, Nepali and Macedonian language. 

She is a Pulitzer Prize Nominee for 2018
PushCart Prize Nominee for 2019.
Member of International Writers and Artists Association.
Winner of the Women of Excellence Inspiration award from SJ magazine 2020,
Winner of the Grand Jury Award (the Sahitto International Award for Literature 2021)
One of the Women of Excellence selection committees 2023
Winner of women the arts award 2023
Member of Whos’ Who in America 2023

SAHITTO AWARD, JUDGING PANEL 2023
Cultural Ambassador - Iraq, USA
Email : d.fh88@yahoo.com

Heart
 
To my heart 
they have hurt him 
hundred times.
 
Treachery 
tore it apart, 
The deception 
shook him. 
disloyalty 
made him bleed... 
But nothing 
he annihilated him. 

With pain he beat 
and again 
but he did not succumb. 
always 
reborn 
showing me 
that exist 
beautiful things 
by which 
it's worth living. 

The ones that hurt 
must be left behind 
as experience 
that I must not repeat.

Mirta Liliana Ramírez has been a poet and writer since she was 12 years old. She has been a Cultural Manager for more than 35 years. Creator and Director of the Groups of Writers and Artists: Together for the Letters, Artescritores, MultiArt, JPL world youth, Together for the letters Uzbekistan 1 and 2. She firmly defends that culture is the key to unite all the countries of the world. She works only with his own, free and integrating projects at a world cultural level. She has created the Cultural Movement with Rastrillaje Cultural and Forming the New Cultural Belts at the local level and also from Argentina to the world.

Vow

The world is a vow
To keep our promise to the Creator
We have our beauty of eyes
Inner and outer
The sight around
What teaches us?
To learn and obey the plan made for us
Our daily performance
Who is not charmed?
From the beginning of our birth 
We have gradually felt a sense of love and to be loved
Love for the self and standing before the mirror
For the sky and the stars twinkling at night, my dear, a soft call
What a vow to each other and for all!
Cultivating in our hearts in the field of work
Though broken frequently, so what?
We have come here with a word so touching, Vow. 


Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh,
12 January, 2024.

 

Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been being published in an International Online Magazine - Synchronized Chaos from America for seven years. 

Long live Azerbaijan! 

Your circulation is moving, 
Your flag is waving In its original place. 
Long live Azerbaijan! 
You are a savior, a hero, 
You are this day of the past 
In the hearts of our people. 
Long live Azerbaijan! 
His love, his love, 
Nation, people, 
When you carry it. 
Long live Azerbaijan! 
The world has sympathy, 
To his just judgment, 
There is fire in your coat of arms, 
Long live Azerbaijan! 
You have a geographical location, 
Scandalous fate, 
To the east of the aspects, 
Long live Azerbaijan! 
Thankfully, in the world, 
There is - in addition to the state, 
Within countries, 
Long live Azerbaijan!

Elmaya Jabbarova was born in Azerbaijan. She is a poet, writer, reciter, and translator.
Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Shargin sesi», «Ziya», «Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar», «Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for Africa», «Juntos por las Letras 1;2», «Kafiye.net» in Turkey, in the African's CAJ magazine, Bangladesh's Red Times magazine, «Prodigy Published» magazine. She performed her poems live on Bangladesh Uddan TV, at the II Spain Book Fair 1ra Feria Virtual del Libro Panama, Bolivia, Uruguay, France, Portugal, USA.

UNSCRUPULOUS
 
Hope buried 
Under the rubble of ignorance 
Gray cries 
Screams that make you laugh 
Laughter that is scary 
Values: discarded 
The sky cries while the afternoon dies 
At which bend in the road He lost her? 
When did the magic leave him? 
A trumpet sounds under a voice of command 
Will fulfill your destiny as an opaque rite 
Earth man 
Fool man 
Unscrupulous
Sneaky hail about a pink laugh 
Man of trembling intelligence overshadowed by her folly 
Apologize for nothing 
And screams making only noise 
She is a region of echoes 
Plastered rose that is filled with pure air and is reborn, the next day
She can feel the elements and spin 
With them
She can go from repose to dreams and from dreams to eternity 
Yes she is poetry and a thousand times choose to be 
She can lose herself in hers center without losing the essence of it, 
Throbbing like her blood, wandering like a cloud 
Earth man 
Of false arguments of misunderstood philosophy  
Stay in your loft of hypocrisy and miss what for the last time made him feel alive.

GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina. Based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects, of the Hispanic World Union of Writers .UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is a commissioner of honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.

Brother and Sister Abroad

In the Tunisian village,

I met a white-skinned Arab with Phoenician blood imprinted in his genes.

He wears a red cap with black fringes, it was the cap of my ancestors.

He was sitting on the floor on a carpet of rich colors,

And I recognized the Serbian Pirot pattern on them.

How can I say that he is my brother by blood,

When few people know that the Phoenician script is the same as the old Serbian script.

I saw a young woman of unprecedented beauty on the cheeks, chin and forehead

I saw Vinča letters, the letters of our great-grandfathers.

I took off my hat out of respect, smiled at my brother and sister, and went on my way.

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 also is a member of the Poetry club “Area Felix” in Serbia.