Five Untitled Monostichs bowl of raisin brain taco filling in my socks — raspberry clown known maritime repellant — battle cake captain adenoid subculture — millerbot brownie rice chickpea rice — listen bug too-mato paste w/ bears — bio/graf J. D. Nelson’s poems have appeared in many publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of eleven print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *purgatorio* (wlovolw, 2024). Nelson’s first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead* (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Boulder, Colorado, USA.
Poetry from Nigar Nurulla Khalilova
I Once Wondered What is your meaning, life? I’m a forge,- it answered, And you’re my steel for rifle. But I don’t want to kill, I’ll never be cause, Don’t temper me, please, For the sake of wars. Turn me into Morality, I’ll not bow to the golden calf. Make me Humanity And to all people cut. Life finally said: Rejoice! Work on Future, I give you a choice. Nigar Nurulla Khalilova is a poet, novelist, translator from Azerbaijan, currently in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Member of Azerbaijan Writers Union. Graduated from Azerbaijan Medical university. Holds Ph,D Degree.
Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin
Tombstone Tell me what should I compose My pen is paralyzed My garden turns into wasteland My brain is fully unprofessional The Nature is disorder The environment is disturbed The tree of loneliness is increasing Absence lives in presence Nobody can hear the heartbeat of air I am without me I am alone Everyone is alone The earth is alone Birds do not dream Dream has no existence Flowers sleep outside the sight of butterflies The butterflies burnt their flute The cowboys don’t play flute My spring has lost it's beauty Beauty doesn't smile The children have lost their silver moon The moon doesn’t compose poems on the sky The sky doesn't sing the song of humanity Humanity doesn’t give water to the grasses Grasses don’t walk on the roads The roads are without passersby One fears another Shadow fears shadow Life flies far away History weeps behind civilization The pregnant darkness plays with darkness The funeral of spirituality has ended The houses become hospitals The world is a graveyard Writing is a Tombstone Oh The Lord of the universe I am your We are your Pardon us and save us.
Poetry from Mirta Liliana Ramirez
Life In the years I've been traveling uphill. and savored every situation like a fruit. I have tried lemon bitterly that I even arrived To get accustomed I have lived situations gentle like lime the temptation of strawberries and sweet cherries gladly. The eaten kiwi with a mix of flavors and situations. I have eaten salad fruit without tasting the taste of nothing. Today at this age I select what i want to eat And I enjoy every moment. I'm coming to the top of my life and I will take my best memories 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.
Poetry from Elmaya Jabbarova
What's Going On Every traveler's journey is over He turned back, Spring came, Frustration is over. The fragrance of the narcissus came, What happens if you come too! In every space there is a you You are the only one in my dream. Justice "Magic Wand" Him to me, me to him What happens if you meet! The words of this love, Love of lovers, Do not write in books, Let it live in hearts, What happens if you know this! O God, hear me The color of my rose face fades! Slowly the joy goes, The heart is filled with sadness, What happens if you have mercy! Elmaya Jabbarova - was born in Azerbaijan. She is poet, writer, reciter, 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.
Poetry from Don Bormon
Terrible Summer In the heat of a terrible summer's day, The sun blazes with unrelenting sway. Sweat-soaked shirts cling to weary backs, As temperatures rise on endless tracks. Parched landscapes gasp for a drop of rain, While nature wilts in the scorching pain. The air is thick with a stifling heat, No relief found in shade or retreat. Oh, how the sun in its cruel delight, Seems to stretch the day into endless night. The once lively songs of birds are still, As the heat suffocates with its sweltering will. Don Bormon is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Poetry from Wazed Abdullah
The Tragedy of Gaza In Gaza's tragedy, a tale unfolds, Of broken dreams and stories untold. Where children's laughter mingles with fear, And sorrow's shadow stays near. In destroyed streets, hearts ache and mourn, Yet from the ashes, resilience is born. In Gaza's situation, a request for peace, May hope's gentle whispers never cease. Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.