Too Late I have not been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. I have not been nominated for Best of the Net. I am not an American Book Award. I am not a MacArthur Grant. I still haven’t been nominated for Best of the Net. No Pulitzer. No Ruth Lilly. No Robert Frost medal. No Pushcart Prize. No Pushcart Prize. I do not teach. I have no residency. I have not won the award you have not heard of. When I write my poem on paper the paper’s value plummets. The paper is useless garbage. I am a font of useless garbage. My arms twist like twisting things, my legs twist like twisting things. My head tips back, my mouth opens and useless garbage pours out. It will drown the world. They will give me a prize to stop. A special prize for stopping the poetry. But it is too late.
Poetry from John Edward Culp
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Where nature walks
If a tree falls
but no one listens
then there is no peer review
Sometimes attention catches natural presence,
like flowing water turns the mill's wheel
to bring flour from grain.
The kitchen supplies
find
peer review
at the dining center.
Who's is speaking?
My Heart Speaks!
Love has an invitation open to its Kind.
The peer within
as freelance
expressing
found standing in faith
The forest speaks where faith raises ears
The fallen tree,
Bless Thy Heart
May seed freshen
Soils and sun share the expression!
Where nature walks
by John Edward Culp
Friday morning
October 27, 2023
Poetry from Mark Young
Today the post- woman brought me the Lone Ranger & Tonto. Except the Lone Ranger is now no longer alone because he's got in touch with his inner self, & Tonto is a psychic from the subcontinent & not a Native American sidekick. Damn these shades of gray. What- ever happened to black & white, even when / in color? I blame Alan Ladd, playing Shane with that small man syn- drome. & Coop, Gary Cooper, the tall silent one who learnt to talk & went off to mix it with the likes of Picasso. Wasn't a virgin Quaker bride enough for him? You could see it coming as it neared high noon. The hero as a man in black. Do not forsake me, I begged him. Ob- viously he didn't listen. Today the post- woman brought me an unemployed dancing monkey. Put me down as some- one who can't tell a lymph node from a lung, but I think there may currently be a search on for organ donors. Today the post- woman brought me the winter of our discontent, the Arab spring, & the summer of love. Plus an apology from the bookshop for being unable to fill my original order, “The Fall,” by Albert Camus.
Essay from Yahya Azeroglu
NOBEL PEACE PRIZE!!! The 2023 Nobel Peace Prize will go to Human Rights Defender, Southern Azerbaijani Turk, Zanjan-born Nergiz Muhammedi, who fought on the front lines of the Human Rights Struggle in Iran and is now convicted in the cold dungeons of Tehran and sentenced to 31 years of excessive punishment. As a soldier of approximately forty million Turks living in Iran, Nergiz Muhammedi and Azerbaijani Turks are always at the forefront of the struggle for freedom and Human Rights against the dictator Persian regime. On this occasion, I wholeheartedly congratulate Nergiz Muhammedi, Southern Azerbaijan The struggles of Turks for Human Rights and National Rights in Iran!!! After briefly talking about the Nobel Peace Prize given to Ms. Nergiz, let’s now see
WHO IS NERGIS MUHAMMEDI? She was born on April 21, 1972 in Zanjan, Iran. He successfully graduated from Imam Khomeini International University and received his doctor of physics degree. Throughout his university life, he wrote articles supporting human rights in student newspapers. Nergiz Muhammedi, who was sentenced to 16 years in prison in Tehran in 2016 for founding and running a human rights organization that campaigned for the abolition of the death penalty, according to information we received from reliable sources, was first arrested in 1998 for her criticism of the Iranian government and after serving eleven years in prison. In April 2010, she was summoned to the Islamic Revolutionary Court for her membership in the DHRC. She was released on $50,000 bail, but was re-arrested a few days later.
Meanwhile, Nergiz Muhammedi’s health had deteriorated while in custody and she suffered from an epilepsy-like condition that caused her to periodically lose muscle control. She was infected with the disease, so she was released and allowed to go to the hospital. Nergiz Muhammedi was tried again a while later, in July 2011, and was found guilty of “acting against national security, being a member of the DHRC and making propaganda against the regime”. In September, she was sentenced to 11 years in prison. He was sentenced. On July 31, 2012, Muhammadi was released from prison.
On May 5, 2015, Nergiz Muhammadi was arrested again based on new and unfounded accusations. The 15th Branch of the Revolutionary Court sentenced him to ten years in prison on the charge of “establishing an illegal group” and five years in prison on the charge of “counternational assembly and collusion”. On October 8, 2020, Nergiz Muhammadi was released from prison, and after a while, she was arrested again for another crime. While she was serving an unfair sentence just because she was a Turk. Her husband and two children live outside of Iran. When we think in this context, Nergiz Muhammedi deserves the Nobel Peace Prize. I congratulate her wholeheartedly and wish her success on this sacred path she has embarked on. I also thank those who contributed to this issue and congratulate her wholeheartedly…
Yahya Azeroğlu (TÜSKÜM) is the chairman of the Turkish World Art and Culture Centre.
CURRICULUM VITAE Born on 24/10/1955 in the Yukarı Topraklı village of the Ara district (ALGIZIL) of Iğdır, the margrave of Anatolia, Yahya Azeroğlu is the second child of a crowded family of 11 people. As a result of completing a significant part of his education in his birthplace, he migrated to Turgutlu district of Manisa with his family and spent a short part of his life in this charming district, the pearl of the Aegean region. After a while, Yahya Azeroğlu went from Turgutlu to Istanbul and met the literary figures of Turkey at the Turkish Literature Foundation in Istanbul.
We can list these literary figures such as Osman Yüksel Serdengeçti, Necip Fazıl Kısakürek, Arif Nihat Asya, Ahmet Kabaklı, Niyazi Yıldırım Gençosmanoğlu, Mehmet Akif İnan, Erol Güngör, Cemil Meriç, Ayhan Songar. Yahya Azeroğlu went to the conferences of these literary names and took literary lessons from them. Yahya Azeroğlu, who has made great progress in the field of literature, went to Germany after his military service, which, in his own words, was a debt to the country that he loved unconditionally, and took foreign language lessons there for 2 years, along with various cultural and artistic activities.
While residing in various European countries, Yahya Azeroğlu continued to publish his articles and poems in Turkish newspapers and magazines published there. In this context, his successful cultural works in Europe must have attracted attention, as he was invited to events such as symposiums, conferences, panels and poetry recitals held in many European countries. His poems were ranked and awarded in many poetry competitions he participated in, his poems were published in numerous anthologies, he was the subject of the book “My thoughts know no boundaries” by the famous German writer Claus Peter, whom he met in Germany. Azeroğlu also participated in the folklore activities of Elazığ, Bitlis, Antep and Diyarbakır regions. Due to this and many similar achievements, he became the subject of news in the famous BILD newspaper published in Germany.
Returning to his homeland in 1983, Yahya Azeroğlu settled in Iğdır, his birthplace, and served as the regional representative of TKK while dealing with the land inherited from his father. In 1995, he founded “IĞDIR POETS AND WRITERS ASSOCIATION” with his friends. He served as the president of the association for 15 years and published a literary magazine called “Edebiyat Bülteni”, which continued for 29 issues, together with the writer Fahrettin Budak. Yahya Azeroğlu, the privilege owner of the magazine, was also the editor-in-chief and chief writer of the magazine. Assist., faculty member of Celal Bayar University, Department of Science and Literature. Assoc. Dr. Necati Bayat, one of İrfan Murat’s students, used Yahya Azeroğlu’s art, life and poems as his graduation thesis by analyzing them and compiling them into a book.
Azeroğlu wrote many scientific articles under the names of “Mount Ararat in Turkish culture, the legendary village in the Aras valley (ALGIZIL), the social and cultural life of the Revan Turks in Taşbur, Ahlat and Alparslan, and Istanbul University faculty member Prof. Dr. Oktay Belli’s discussion of the Aras basin. He was accepted to the scientific committee team he established for his scientific studies on Ahlat. He was entitled to receive the Ahlat citizenship certificate for the 100-stanza Ahlat epic he wrote about Ahlat in 2012. He received more than 100 awards, plaques, certificates of appreciation and participation certificates for these works, and he received many awards in Azerbaijan and Turkish. The awards he received as a result of his work on the world of the world added color to Yahya Azeroğlu’s cultural and literary life.
In this context, he published his books named Çırpınış, Muted Screams, Take A Sample from Atatürk, Under Albayrak and The Epic Village in Aras Valley (Algızıl). İLESAM Iğdır for a long time. He served as a representative and participated in programs on various television channels for the January 20 Baku massacre and Khojaly genocide. He served as vice president of the Association for Denying Unfounded Armenian Claims (Asimder) for 2 terms. Yahya Azeroğlu, especially the Turkish Writers Union, Azerbaijan Printers Union and Turkmeneli Writers Union. He has been a member of many literary organizations in the world, including the Tabriz Writers and Poets Union. From time to time, he accepted their invitation and expressed his views by exchanging ideas on literary subjects.
In 2019, a student named Ebru Koçak, a senior at Akdeniz University Department of Journalism, used her research and analysis on the life and art of Yahya Azeroğlu as her graduation thesis and ensured that it was entered into the university archives. In addition, Yahya Azeroğlu, who is also the state artist of the Ministry of Culture, is the father of four children, two boys and two girls. He settled in Antalya in 2015, a long time after his retirement. He was elected as the vice president of the Federation of Eurasian Art, Culture, Literature and Science Associations (Askef), based in Antalya, and continues his cultural and artistic activities in the Turkish world to reach Turan. News articles and other articles written about Yahya Azeroğlu 1-Turkish Literature Magazine (Ömer Lütfü Mete) year 1981/issue 85 topic criticism2-Anadolu Newspaper 1982 Germany topic news 3- Bild Newspaper Germany 1982 topic news4-Yeşilığdır Newspaper.
Poetry from Kristy Raines
Beautiful Man How did you find me? When did it happen that I noticed the potential in you? Your age is so young, but your mind is that of the soul of someone who has traveled the world. You have taught me that hearing the birds sing first thing in the morning is more precious than wealth. For those sounds stay in your memory and wealth can be lost in a moment. You always give and never take. When I complain, you hush my words. You are helping me to heal. You are teaching me peace. You are taking my, "I want", and are turning it into "what are your wants?" You have shown me what thankfulness really is, and you never lose patience with me, ever. You only know love and doing good. I love that Family is important to you and not ever considered a burden. You help the people around you gladly. You know the value of just talking and laughing. You do everything with a smile on your face and happiness in your heart. The way that you speak, sounds like the words of a poet without even trying. Who would ever think that someone who lives in a land so different than mine could have more joy than me, with less? I now understand how. Because you do not have the luxury of choices in many things. But that is what has made you so happy inside. Everything around you is a gift. You have an appreciation for everything you have. You have shown me that having more things doesn't make you happy. Not knowing what having more material things is like has kept you humble and filled your heart with so much love and compassion. You appreciate what you have. And you are teaching me gently and without judgment. You have entered my heart and have become my best friend... Your innocence is charming but at the same time, your mature mannerism is that of a gentleman… You are a Beautiful Man. © Kristy Raines ****************************************** AUTUMN WITH YOU Autumn has always been my favorite time of year. It's relaxing sitting in the sun along with you, Dear. The days are now more quiet like a silent bereaving. The end of a scorching Summer is readily leaving. Taking walks hand in hand, watching our neighbors raking as the aroma of cinnamon bring memories of baking. I welcome the deep colors that amaze my eyes as we sit on our porch and take in the trees and blue skies. Limbs slightly blow in the breeze as a few leaves fare, creating a sense of peace within me like a whispering prayer. The sky is so clear, bright stars I can see, I lean back against you with your arms around me. As we watch another sunset from our porch swing tonight, I am thankful being with you in the Autumn Moonlight. WARM IN YOUR EMBRACE As you hold me close in your warm embrace, I feel like we will melt into one as our hearts beat together. We need not speak.. Our unsteady breaths speak for us and are as pleasing as any love poem ever passionately uttered. My love for you will show in my eyes and in my touch as I drench your heart's barren ground. Whenever you reach for me, I will be right there. I will always come to you and there will never be any doubt that you are alive inside. © Bio for Kristy Raines: A poet, writer, and author, born in Oakland California, in The United States of America. Kristy is a retired Civil Servant for the USA, as a Legal Assistance Secretary for the Naval Legal Service office, San Francisco, and also retired from the Medical field as a Medical Technician and Office Manager. Kristy has six books getting ready to publish. One anthology with a prominent Poet from India, which will hopefully launch in December 2023 called, "I Cross my Heart from East to West", two fantasy books of her own called, "Rings, Things and Butterfly Wings" and "Princess and The Lion", an anthology of her poems in English called, " Walking Without You”, one in French, "Little Rose Poetry", and one in Arabic called," Jasmine and Roses". (She is taking a course in Arabic to write this book). Kristy has received many literary awards for her unique style of writing and enjoys working to raise awareness for the Rohingya people in refugee camps, an Orphanage in India, and Human Trafficking around the world, in which she is very active, as well as an Advocate for human rights internationally. She has also received many awards for her writing and Poetry. .
Poetry from Samuel Dayo
When We Are Just An Ostentation If her lip was a sweet I could crave to have it in mine always After she stole my heart And set it on mountains That springs water from depth. Love sometimes looks like flower While sometimes; the black ball in your eye. That very day was another walk Into heavens But when everything seize I rerely believe we're just an ostentation Which is very otiose. Reflections Tales of past has match in The present as I lingers into the simile And antonyms of bliss I snore out the hue of constellations And held my pillow as the saviour That dries up the streams on my face. Can you decipher the joy gotten From a crippled comic Or that of the lurch in lurid? A pellucid hope has made hay For the future Only if it will catch reflections.
Poetry from Thomas Fink
GOAD 27
—for J.S. Strifling
Glittering smoke rises from reality roses. Even a bestselling
agent can’t move a dingy cellar. Presumption of innocence is
strained: don’t you
recognize the baggage
on that carousel?
One can’t imagine a
permit granted for
that murder weapon. Due
process aside, the defense
writhes. Sensing what it has
accomplished, the rifle weeps.
GOAD 28
The kids don’t wear watches no more. Those phone-
computers wipe their asses and everything. Drenched in pharma
ceutical opera, they
drag race on imaginary
highways & skid into
the palace of error. (No,
it’s not my cane & white
locks talkin’.) Reason may
adopt a rhythm, but rhythm
ain’t reason. Will the kids ever
locate invisible light?
MEMORY TACTICS
A fistful
of mustard. Gulped whole.
The fact spawning the occasion
is often repeatedly force fed.
He feigns ill.
To bypass depression-
inducing gatherings. A sealed lid
can be trusted. Let fine memories prevail.
CRITICAL REBOUND
Crises unburden folks of the
need to scrounge for “relevance,” of pressure to
heed
unnatural
diagnoses. There’s no
practical moralist on our staff; the lot hang
on by a strand of
floss. Let’s recycle each into an
accountable doer. Yet
should any grow allergic to threshold, out they’ll
tumble. Once the throttle’s regained, I won't let your
isthmus
down. No
reason it
should sink.
A previous contributor to Synchronized Chaos, I have published 12 books of poetry– most recently Zeugma (Marsh Hawk Press, 2022) and A Pageant for Every Addiction (Marsh Hawk, 2020), written collaboratively with Maya D. Mason. My Selected Poems & Poetic Series appeared in 2016. I am the author of Reading Poetry with College and University Students: Overcoming Barriers and Deepening Engagement (Bloomsbury Academic, 2022), as well as two books of criticism, and three edited anthologies. My work appeared in Best American Poetry 2007. My paintings hang in various collections. I am a Professor of English at CUNY-LaGuardia.