BALLAD OF THE MOON
Silence in the waiting...
Taste of blind night, in the hidden belly
There are only two arms, like wounded logs
Remote islands where the castaways recover life
Woman - tree/ Destiny of light on earth
Only the opaque silence remains and substantive in every corner
Please do not undress, my centuries of solitude just for the pleasure of thunder
Now that I have found you under the green colors of hope
Now that the mythology of your body lies on my shadow
Now that life emerges from the bottom of my soul...
Don't go away!
If you do, you will see how my eyes disappear under the slow ballad of the moon.
YOUR GROWING
Red foam
Brackish,
With the wisdom of the waves that leave in the fiction of the horizon...
Glorious in the arms of the sun
A bunch of grains run away...
The flame and the freshness flee
For a model spike further from the sky
Release from prison in which one gets used
He knows that the horizon divides hope
Seeking to transgress,
That force that prints
When it advances and obstinates, the closing area...
Socializing the looks
Soon your growing will come again
And with him, the confident drunkenness
That all directions they take me...
To find you!!
GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE writer. Poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina. Based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters, author of seven books. Poetry genre. Awarded several times worldwide. She works as she, 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. Commissioner of honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.
EPISODES OF NIGHT
Grasshoppers chirp with a loud voice
As if Tashkent is being boiled in bowl.
There, far away, with seductive look
Some prostitutes are smoking cigarette.
Cars are flooding in the magistral
They pause a little without any aim.
From Nexia up to Nissan you may see
Smoke of cigarette is swallowed by fate.
Returning from work, hurrying to home
People are on the road whose shoulders in pain.
They think about sorrows and life problems
However, all their thinking is in vain.
Somewhere an infant is crying nonstop
Maybe he was also abandoned by someone.
Maybe his mother now holding a cup of wine
Sharing her kisses to another man.
Someone is crying and praying for God
Hoping that Almighty will hear his words.
Maybe it is the very day written by his fate
In which all his sins will be forgiven.
Something broke down accidentally
The life of complaint came to its end.
Night, why your embrace is full of sadness?
I thank God that I have reached the dawn.
Sharipova Zuhro Sunnatovna (Zahro Shamsiyya) She was born on April 9, 1969 in the Nurata district of the Navoi region. Her first poem was published in 1985 in the Gulhan magazine. Uzbek publishing houses published works in the journal "Sharq Yulduzi", in the literature and art of Uzbekistan - "Ma'rifat", in various regional and district newspapers. World almanacs in Canada, -2017 in Dubai WBA 2018 "Turkish poets of the world" (Buta 3) 2019, "Muhammad Yusuf izdoshlari" 2017 almanac. She published her book "Ismsiz tuigular."
DEEP IN THE HEART…
Deep in heart there’s echoing burning voice,
Do not hide it, just open it and rejoice.
God almighty understand us where you zoom,
Anyways, you will face it what fetches doom.
Let that dull stars gossip you let them backbite,
They are only ugly teeth of giggling night.
Oh, my dear, face to the God at any rate,
Because he’s the owner of the workshop of fate.
Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumovna (February 15, 1973) was born in Uzbekistan. Studied at the Faculty of Journalism of Tashkent State University (1992-1998). She took first place in the competition of young republican poets (1999). Four collections of poems have been published in Uzbekistan: “Leaf of the Heart” (1998), “Roads to You” (1998), “The Sky in My Chest” (2007), “Lovely Melodies” (2013). She wrote poetry in more than ten genres. She translated some Russian and Turkish poets into Uzbek, as well as a book by Yunus Emro. She lived as a political immigrant with her family for five years in Turkey and five years in Ukraine and currently lives in Switzerland. She is married and the mother of five children.
Ah, Death
Once, Death was a fearful word
Cutting life with unrelenting sword
Cold and stiff, underground to hoard
Some naked, more in varnished board
All that's living, Death eventually lord
No one can choose on own accord
The time to willingly cut the cord
But then, is Death really just an end?
The goal straight, no one can bend?
How can broken hearts be mend?
Where to, grieving prayers can send?
Gathering that one must attend
Careful that words will not offend
Comfort and strength to lend.
Death is not the end, but a beginning
From cold winter, comes the spring
New trails for green meadows bring
Knot or unknot the old with new string
Death, must the living yearn or fear?
Emotions and ambitions to stir
The future, sure yet vaguely unclear.
Nah, nah, nah.
Everyone needs someone to love,
Everyone needs someone who'll love.
Coz we're human needing humans
That ain't wrong nor weird
We're not crazy, we're not weirdos
We're social creatures not bimbos
That ain't wrong, so it goes
A Lone Wolf searching for a pack
Home waiting for my coming back
That ain't wrong to lack
Wanting wings for my head to tuck
Family feathers not wanting to pluck
That ain't wrong to wish luck
Nah nah nah
That ain't wrong nor weird
That ain't wrong, so it goes
That ain't wrong to lack
That ain't wrong to wish luck
Everyone needs someone to love,
Everyone needs someone who'll love.
Searching, wishing for one true love.
Nah, nah, nah, normal ones
Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry.
Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for truth in pursuit of equality and proper stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.
There are good things too!
Friends and acquaintances who loved us true,
Beloved birds chirping with cheerful glee,
Once again on that shore, sands askew,
Love's feast they've set, inviting you and me.
See how long it's been since our paths diverged,
No arrivals, no tidings brought our way,
Sweet desires dwindling, barely emerged,
Arriving at your intent, missing the day.
Frail souls, blinded by grudges and spite,
One day the wedding you boasted will rot,
Fueled by hatred and greed's endless fight,
The jug will shatter, unable to be sought.
Let's momentarily forget the days that passed,
Observe the skies, the moonlit night's dance,
Shake off the dust, let go of the past,
Rooting our hearts anew, in this fresh chance.
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.
Daddy's Daughter
Dad, you wanted my name to be Julia
Maybe because I was born in the 7th month
Or what you liked that name,
I am too late in this life to ask you about your wish.
My mother wanted me to be called Maya,
But there is a seal of 5 letters of that name carved in me.
Dad I send you a hug wherever you are,
I'm sure you're in a better place than I am now.
I love you, your Julia!
AWAKENING
The awakening of the soul from the material shackles,
The body of flesh and blood through the mind
And false ego holds us back,
But it is a trick for naive people.
Let us rise above material conception
And be in harmony as one living organism.
Let us unite in unconditional love,
we poets who convey the message through the magic word,
Which is AWAKENING.
Let us stand up as warriors of light
And show others the path that leads to spiritual transformation
And self-realization of the soul.
Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whomfrom 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 shealso is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.
Breath of Life
My happiness floats on the trills of your laughter –
And the sacred light waves from your eyes.
Wave after wave of love’s deep communion
Drown me in thoughts of you with carefree abandon -
A soft, loving mist born from the womb of time.
You come to me from crushing eons of longing -
On soul prayers scrawled across the pale sky;
Describing a need and unquenchable desire
Carried from wind-swept paths of infinity.
Somewhere in illusion’s towering presence, you came,
An unforgettable image, dwelling in my soul;
Beauty personified caressing my thought waves;
Not born of imagination, for I knew you were real.
You, my answered prayer, flew to me in a rush,
Bringing with you all the love I had longed for,
That I might come to life on your in-drawn breath
I’m the Golden Little Girl
I’m the golden little girl who talked to trees;
Who, barefoot in the garden, chased the butterflies,
And ran laughing through the summer rain.
I’m the child who crept from the house at night
And sat in the darkness staring at the stars.
I’m the little girl whose eyes reflected the wonder
Of long tailed comets streaking across the sky -
Who clapped her hands exclaiming, Oooooo.
I’m the child of bass-throated bull frogs,
Flashing fireflies, noisy cicadas, fiddling crickets
And night birds, rustling, in the darkened trees.
I’m the child at home in the shadows of night,
Walking barefoot through the dewy grass;
Hearing foxes barking in the far-off fields
And feeling the deer sleeping in the deep woods.
I’m the child whose lips touched the blades of grass
As she whispered to the earthworms and ants beneath.
I’m the child who felt a reverence for everything,
Who, in innocence, knew nothing of the word,
Holy.
Annie Johnson is 84 years old. She is Shawnee Native American. She has published two, six hundred-page novels and six books of poetry. Annie has won several poetry awards from world poetry organizations including; World Union of Poets; she is a member of World Nations Writers Union; has received the World Institute for Peace award; the World Laureate of Literature from World Nations Writers Union and The William Shakespeare Poetry Award. She received a Certificate and Medal in recognition of the highest literature from International Literary Union for the year 2020, from Ayad Al Baldawi, President of the International Literary Union. She has three children, two grandchildren, and two sons-in-law. Annie played a flute in the Butler University Symphony. She still plays her flute.
