Poetry from Mahbub

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Suddenly At Noon

 

Mahbub

I was lying at noon

Suddenly a sound of cock’s calling voice reached my ear

At the same time a bird, after that a crow and dove

One by one serially raised their voice enough to disturb my sleep

My heart swelled and I felt like love

I went to the past years when I wandered here and there

Like the stars in the sky

And enjoyed the noon in silence with the voices now I here

Then I was outside home, now in the room

Love both too much

Life speaks sometimes for regenerating life with so many

To lead in this charming soothing heavenly harmless world

A source of reaching the perfection of love.

 

 

A Realm of life

 

 

There is nothing to sob

Nothing to fob

Extremely cold freezing outside inside

People watching missing

Staring at the moon

The stars, the sisters

The heavens, the earthly bodies

Slings to the back door

Here they fight, hide

Cooking and making the roof

The sky is green, the sky is dark

The sky is red, the sky is white

O signal light,

Don’t you see the frantic, catastrophic

Victimized, water-muddy life?

 

 

 

A Moonlit Night

 

 

When I am bare of soft touch and speech

Eyes shed

Mind waves

Darkness surrounded

Over my head

A full moon rises in the sky

Feeling too much

You debarred me from your breast

Bathed in the soft light

With the fragrance of the night-blooming jasmine, tube rose

My eyes glares at the queen of the night

Reflects the beauty and scent I enjoyed

My adoration, my love

O my world, you gave me a lot I get and lose 

How charming the moonlit night!

 

 

Speechless Time

 

I’m walking in this road so many years

So many years watching the trees, the bushes, the flowers

The sky over my head enlightens

As is in my heart always

I am a man, a learner also reading and writing

Looking at the old and new faces for so many years

So many years I go closing this mouth

I advance; I proceed to have the light

I remorse I am to come back

Without saying any word

In this way time finishes

Man comes, man goes, and man passes away

The sky shines always for the new

See the objects, observe the subjects

Roll on and move on always

They sing in my heart

They cry in my heart

They talk to me every now and then.

 

 

Rolling in One

 

I owe to the parts of my body

I owe to the parts of yours

We meet together, get together, laugh together, cry together

Hang together and what not?

I am in you, you are in me

Always you to me, I to you

Joint by joint, die in ecstasy

Devour me dear; to be in tight more and more, a feeling, softly moving

The whole taste is in my mouth

Like a basket rolling round in one.

 

 

Hiking

 

You made this hiking for me

I went out with my utensils

You know I love the world you dream

You made a field book to reach the goal

This is my compass to fix the direction

Then I take my steps and follow the signs

You draw on the turning point

You are so caring like the silent breeze by the river or lake

You are so soft feeling I never forget

I love to see the birds

I love to eat the grass

I love to run with brass

I love to make my woven

I love to lie in the camp

I love to cook my own

When I reach the goal

I decode the hidden number

You open my door

And find out my own place to live.

  

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh

22/01/2018

 

Poem from Eddie Awusi

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Island Of The Simpletons 
I came upon an island of the simpletons,
who knew nothing of the whims, caprices
and hobnobs of the civilized world
Neither are they governed by idiosyncrasies of laws
nor by the vain office of a ludicrous crown
they ply their daily affairs with kids gloves
hardly upsetting the status quo
Having tasted the obnoxious ways of modern society
the indecency of  deceits and self righteousness
I marvelled at their simplicity

Chimezie Ihekuna’s drama The Success Story, Fifth Installment

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Please feel welcome to read the four previous installments of The Success Story here, here, here. 

and most recently, here.

Chimezie Ihekuna

[Greg begins his journey of writing in the Living Room. All parts of the Living Room are convenient for Greg except there are visitors.]

Greg stays in the house continues for the next three years. He is faced with several rejections. The writing materials he has in his possession tell how many writing conferences he has attended. Jane, currently on a month break after her first semester at the University of Perth, studying General Medicine, is on hand to see through Greg is doing. She is doing a great job encouraging Greg in his pursuit. At times, Jane’s mood appears discouraging to Greg. But Greg’s passion does not give in easily. Though there are certain reasons for the manuscript rejections that may want to frustrate him, Jane never gives up encouraging him. Andrew is busy with studies the Perth Institute of Business Management. Mr Smith just left for work while Mrs Smith is in the kitchen preparing breakfast for Jane and Greg.

 Despite having his first and second books, ‘Never Late’ and ‘Dare to get Back on Track’ being rejected over seventy times by publishers and agencies in Perth, Berth and beyond, Greg has written in book form and submitted to different publishers other ten manuscripts, including his just-finished piece, The Success Story.

Continue reading →

Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope

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Crissa Constantine’s Love and Accept Yourself Now

Love and Accept Yourself Now is the memoir of Crissa Constantine’s journey through being diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Ms. Constantine takes the reader through the diagnosis, her shock, then her treatment. She also goes into her life and travels through Europe and her friends and people she meets. She includes many suggestions that can work for anyone through stressful times. The book will keep the reader interested and intrigued all the way through, page after page. I highly recommend this book particularly for the invaluable advice she gives. I believe that anyone can learn something from this memoir and apply the advice and suggestions to themselves.

 

Crissa Constantine’s Love and Accept Yourself Now is available here. 

 

 

Friends List by Rob Watson
Friends List by Rob Watson is a thriller/horror that in my opinion, is on a par with Stephen King. From the very first few pages, he grabs your full attention as you gasp aloud. Lexa and Alex are grown twins that have had horrors in their past. Lexa is supposed to go on a Thanksgiving holiday with friends that have all worked together to get Senator Storm elected. Then things begin to go horribly wrong when a killer appears. On a par with Stephen King, Mr. Watson’s Friends List will keep you on the edge of your seat. With the twists and turns of a truly great horror story you will absolutely not be able to put it down until you reach the very last page. I absolutely loved Friends List. It kept me enthralled and excited until the very end. If you are a fan of horror stories you will absolutely love this novel.
Finding Joy by Ellen Page
Finding Joy is a memoir that has to do with the abuse to not only children but adults also. Ms. Payne brings up the subject of abuse in all forms. She talks of physical, verbal, sexual and emotional. She speaks of how every form of abuse can and will leave emotional scars. She brings up that abusers come from all walks of life. She encourages the victims to bring it out in the open by reporting and getting the help they need. I highly recommend this book. This book will enlighten readers of how widespread the problem is. She tells how for years and years the victims are told to keep quiet. The only way to eradicate this heinous crime is to speak up so others will.
Stepping Stones on The Spiritual Path by Astra Ferro
Stepping Stones on the Spiritual Path is a book that will help people find their spiritual journeys. I like the Glossary of Terms in the beginning of the book. It helps clarify the terms for those of us who are unfamiliar with them. This is a book that has something that can help everyone no matter what your beliefs are. It also helps to clarify the meaning of your soul and spirit. You are able to look within yourself to define your strengths and weaknesses. The reader can then work on their strengths. The reader can also find their inner peace and work to achieve that. The reader can find out what their purpose is and what their journey will be. I enjoyed this book very much and hope that you, dear reader will too.
The Wrong Side Of Honor by Marshall Ginevan
The Wrong Side of Honor is a  novel about the war on drugs at the end of the Vietnam War. Its is exciting and thrilling and action-packed from the first page to the very last. The CIA has a drug operation taking opium from Vietnam to the U.S.. The Air Force has put together a secret operation to destroy the opium trade. This novel is perfect for history buffs. I absolutely loved it and recommend it highly.
Elizabeth Hughes is an avid reader and longtime contributor to Synchronized Chaos. While she’s open minded about genre, she does love a good mystery!

Elizabeth Hughes

Poetry from Chimezie Ihekuna

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The Beauty of Originality

Chimezie Ihekuna


When there is love, facade fades
When there is truth, triviality decays
When there is reality, illusion wanes
When there is purpose, obscurity gives ways
When there is life, death never weighs…

That’s the beauty of originality

 The Wrong Side of Life’s Bell

I was in a cell
But i never knew it’d be hell

I thought i was well
Until i pressed life’s wrong bell
The consequence was what i lived to tell;
Time was the revelation on how i fell ”Why am i in hell?!!!”,
i choose to yell
A still voice said: ”I need to realize that you were a wrong sell”
”That’s why you fell into life’s wrong bell”

Poetry from Leticia Garcia Bradford

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March On

 

 

Millions march on Washington

taking buses buses and airplanes

Those who didn’t have the means

organized marches in their own backyard

From San Francisco to Oakland to Boston

In every state of the union

 

What are you marching for?

 

First time marchers

Veteran marchers

Women Men

boys girls

Pregnant mothers

Lesbian Gay

Bi Transgender

toddlers infants

Dogs and I wouldn’t be surprised, if a parrot or

two made an appearance perched on the shoulder

of a weathered activist

 

What are you marching for?

 

Some felt the scourge

of an ill-fitted president

Twitter

fly away hair & orange face

build a wall

take away our rights to healthcare

 

What are you marching for?

 

Indigenous people

long scarred

lost land

lost gravesites

lost identity

Segregated to be removed from site

But enough is enough

Now they want our water too?!

Follow the trail of tears

 

What are you marching for?

 

Planned Parenthood

My body is mine

You have no right

I determine my future

Another woman believes it is wrong

Sacrificing one life for the other

I may not believe in abortion

But I believe in your right to choose

 

What are you marching for?

 

You say I can’t marry

the love of my life

Committed to stand the test of time

Ministers of love

Commemorate our union

We want a legal bond

We want to be a family

 

What are you marching for?

 

No justice on the streets

leaves much to be desired

decades old strife

Guns face men women boys

taking their life

Who pays the price?

Black Lives Matter

All lives matter for you and me

 

What are we marching for?

 

Inclusion participation

reconciliation justification

decision resolution

gestation sanctification

Striving for a unity of heart across a country

 

March On

 

 

~ March 3, 2017

 

 

Leticia Garcia Bradford

© March 2017

 

  

Love Letter For Leonard Peltier

In the Spirit of Crazy Horse

 

Feel the trembling of my heart

A continued voice heard in the wilderness

You have not been abandoned

You instill in the minds and hearts of the

People a hope of a better day

The earth shall rise again

Upon the footsteps of our heirs of birth

The mountains sing in our minds and ears

A joy of never ending new beginnings

Within a hand’s grasp

Muttering the words of worship

Sputtering the flame of the anointed

Calling to flesh and bone

Delivering in an unknown force

Only found in the sailing breeze

Moving towards the center that cannot hold

All the blessings rained down from heaven

Falling within reach

Bones rattling again

Clean of woes

Clean of death

 

~Doksha

  

 

Leticia Garcia Bradford

© January, 2018

 

 

ODE To Standing Rock, December 4, 2016

 

Rights to Water

The emphasis of life

What’s ours is yours

But not if you poison us

 

A nation of natives

Joined by a tribe of

Socially Conscientious Citizens

Guarding an indigenous people

 

Veterans gather from as

faraway as Hawaii

Water Rights Matter

Not just for the Sioux

 

A time of enough is enough

We want peace

We want a resolution

To protect our children’s children’s children

 

We sleep in peace tonight

Our collective voices have been Heard

 

 

Leticia Garcia Bradford

© December 2016

 

Leticia Garcia Bradford is a poet, playwright and publisher. In 2014 she founded B Street Writers Collective (BSWC), Hayward, CA- a community of writers both amateur and professional. Her poems and stories have been published in local and national journals. She edited BSWC’s anthology FLY WITH ME which she is, also, the publisher for MoonShine Star Co. BSWC’s new anthology WHAT IS LOVE debuted this spring. In 2017, Leticia toured around the entire SF Bay Area with her poetry and stories at open mics and readings featuring in San Francisco numerous times. Check out her blogs: MY NEW ADVENTURE, living without a place to call home at leticiagarciabradford.blogspot.com, and LETICIA’S BLOG at lgbradford.blogspot.com has her poems and other stories. Leticia’s website: bradford-productions.com

Poetry from Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

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COVERED WITH LIGHT

Covered with light,

the fish swim to the moon.

They bathe in light,

They slip inside head to tail.

The skies at night

are like the sea and there

is a ship shaped cloud

like a six-stringed guitar.

The mermaids swim

on an invisible

stairway to the sky.

The waves in the sky

are choppier than at sea

level and darkness falls.

 

FLOATING

Floating in the sky
after several margaritas

I imagine I am flying
with angels.
The moon laughs at me.
I waved my hands
and put the moon
in its place
with my rosy cheeks
and my halo gifted by angels.

Floating in the sky
after several margaritas

I imagine overlooking
vast fields
where men and women toil
to put food on the table.
I come down to earth
and prepare for work.

No more floating
and no more margaritas tomorrow.

 

LONELY CLOUD

The lonely cloud at twilight
does not change form. It
disappears. With my eyes
I cannot see it and it is okay.

The lamp of a moon shines
its light at the lonely cloud
late in the evening and still

the solitary cloud does not

change in form. I go to sleep
and in the morning the cloud
is gone. My eyes search for
it. The cloud disappeared.

It was taken by the wind.

The sky could not harbor it.
My eyes wept in the shining sun.
I was not mourning for the cloud.