YOUR EYES IN GLASS OF SORROW

Your eyes in glass of sorrow 

rosemary scent and picture on the lap

Memories full of roses

And dreams of guilt with pain

Childish, bittersweet refrain

This little soldier in the left brain

Singing songs of sadness

Fighting to sustain

Your eyes in glass of sorrow 

rosemary scent and picture on the lap

Heavy rains with clouds of dust

vanishing the stories on pictorial scene

melting everlasting blue reflection on the screen

There was a boy in flame of passion

it burned him to the skin and bone

Once he was awakened by the scream of love 

reminded that his true love’s gone

Don’t ever challenge a vulnerable child

his wounds are deep enough 

he bears the heart of the bravest soldier

Never ever say to someone “you old man”

Don’t ever disregard the wrinkles of wisdom

Carousel of life is shining in a bigger picture 

The wheel of blindness, turning up and down…

He’s sitting calm now, 

observing the sky, 

breathing the stardust…

Your eyes in glass of sorrow 

rosemary scent and picture on the lap…

©® Zlatan Demirović 

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC is a serial entrepreneur, hypnotherapist, best known for his rapid learning of self-healing techniques, successfully launching his program of coaching seminars, helping clients to produce seemingly self-developing results in minimum time.

Bilingual book writer, novelist, critic, internationally acknowledged poet and trilingual translator (English, Czech, Bosnian-Croatian-Serbin languages).

* The founder of PRODIGY LIFE ACADEMY and author of the PRODIGY LIFE PROGRAM, which serves as a platform for spiritual and personal development.

* Editor-in-chief of PRODIGY PUBLISHED USA (publishing, promoting books, self-developing programs, anthologies of world multilingual poetry etc.)

*Former President of ASSOCIATION OF ARTISTS AND WRITERS OF THE WORLD-SAPS for Balkan region and USA.

* DOCTOR OF HUMANITY of PRIXTON CHURC & UNIVERSITY-Milwaukee, USA (2021)

* HIGHER HONORARY DEGEE of ACADEMY OF ART AND CALIGAPHY-EGYPT (2021).

* MEMBER of the ADMINISTRATION COUNCIL THE MOMENT INTERNATIONALNEWS-USA

* Admin advisor for POETRY AND LITERATURE WORLD VISION, EACRITORES SIN FRONTIERAS.

* Multiply awarded as a poet, philanthropist and humanist.

* His poetry, novels, essays and critics have been published and presented in various literature magazines, radio, TV, media streams and participated in many anthologies around the world.

Translated into:

Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Swedish, Greek, Turkish, Chinese, Russian, Japanese, Hindu, Bengal, BCS (Bosnian, Croatian, Serbian), Albanian, Dutch, Hausa Nigerian, Arabic, Aleut (Alaska), Pakistan, Bahasa-Indonesia, Kurdish, Persian, Azerbaijan, Tajik, Bulgarian, Romanian, Hebrew, Punjabi, Slovenian, Czech, Slovak, Tamil, Uzbek, Kyrgyz, Nepali and others on the way.

Zlatan was born in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Hercegovina.

Living in Arizona USA. 

His art-orientation started in very early age, as a songwriter, guitar player, later, guitar teacher and novelist.

After finding his final refuge in USA, he started writing in English, where he published his books: PRODIGY LIFE, Vol 1,2,3., 4 STEPS TEACHING OF SELF-HEALING and GENIUS MINDSET TRAINING, on KDP AMAZON and then the final paperback version PRODIGY LIFE, under pan name   Dr. Goldy Brown, with Balboa Press, subdivision of Hay House, 2020.

Author and Editor-in-chief of Anthology “COMPASSION-Save the world” (130 renowned authors from all around the world in only one poem titled COMPASSION).

 

Nature , So Mysterious

Oh yellow sunflower !

How doting you are......

Your petals get radiated

kissing the sun's rays

Where the sun reciprocates

it with smiling gaze

Your cosmic love is so sensitive

and unconditional

Enticed me becoming emotional

My heart gets blossoming with 

love from afar

As I seek becoming an ardent 

worshiper of nature.

©️ Debajani Das

Balasore, Odisha, India

 

Being a prolific writer, Debajani Das has contributed towards literature in versatile ways, linguistic barriers have never been an obstacle in her way. Her creations in Odia, Hindi as well as in English have successfully held the title of bestsellers. Her efficiency has led her pen towards attributing stories, novels, poems, one liners, features, translations, documentary, spiritual, scientific and historical articles, reviews and recipes too. Born on 5th July in Balasore, she has a small family in Balasore, Odisha, India. Only daughter Ayenankita and Hubby Dillip Kumar Das. 

Author Debajani holds a popular position in the literary world. She is attached as an active member in many Literary forums, organisations and other similar platforms. Debajani's bequest in literary field and her skills of augmentation are remarkably outstanding. Some research work has also been done on her literary work. By profession Debajani  is a Botany Educator. Being a Gujrat Sahitya Academi winner, the author has garnered much acclaim for her published books...stated below:- 
* ALUA RA CHHAI <The Shadow of light> (Fiction collection)
* APURNA PURNATA <Incomplete perfection> (Novel)
* DRUMA MAHA DRUMA
<Plants and trees> (Book about plants)
* PALAKA RA SMRUTI 
<Memories of blink> (Poetry collection)
* AMRUTA PARASAMANI AND KALPABRUKHYA
<Nectar, Magic stone and the sacred tree> (Translated book from Hindi)
* A AA I, <Etc..> (Fiction collection)
* ATHACHA SUKHINI PRITI RA FALGU <Unstrained Eternal love> (Fiction collection)
* EBAM ITYADI (Short Story Collection) 

Poems By Krishnasankar Acharjee

1. SANDS OF SEASON 

( RIMA JOTABEE )

RHYME - AA+BBBB+CC+ABC

Momently mind mortgages, in transitory object.

Into secret soul the sea-scums of shore, bisect.

With shallow thoughts silently, introduced both.

But ye thy vesper-eyes not gesticulate in hearth.

Season with sands as an unaccompanied girth.

Of half faith in the entire earth beguiled by birth.

Devoid of devotions whilst it will be terminated.

As a watercourse eternally time always floated.

In another region,cast a look with light's dialect.

Secretly, in a moment the mind feels with mirth.

Shortage of season poet's vacant mood tented.

2. LOVERS SPEAK ALL THINGS BY THEIR EYES 

Face is the mirror of mind and eye, percipient.

Thou art sapphire, black-collyrium in restraint. 

Such retina's rejoice, intact in resounded love. 

Contact stalks while revolve lightyears above. 

Pride and politeness kisses into widen eyelid.

Sweet scents of smeary amour delighted bid.

In amorous indication thou,subterranean river.

Passionately, remove ripples upon love-affair.

Parental--likings of predestination, obsequial.

With tearful eyes a lady's love is supernatural. 

Having, lotus-navel and scent of sound wave.

Eyed of voiceless-heaps in ceremonial bathe.

3. MIDNIGHT PEACE 

The leaping moonlights to laminate, at night.

My soul wanders from the islands to islands.

Falsifying dream, discover the peace of light.

Upward inspection allotments in jolly stands.

Peace of mid-night, cover on with early lilies. 

The dim lit churches sparkle in solemn stars.

Ghostly pines, move in breezes, but believes.

Lucy's cot still sweet dreams, bound no bars.

4. Be Positive 

Stand stable as an island stranger.

Never give up your faith a founder.

It comes continue, consciousness.

To scent it perfumes from a dress.

But your believe blinks, like bullets.

Abruptly certainty,swift in the nets.

Wait and watch god will be graced.

Trusts yourself success be placed.

Never loss faith trust in be positive.

Every hour wild love in your motive.

Hence eyes of the day, open freely.

All hopes of bless, to exude clearly.

5. TEARS IN SOLITUDE 

Joys and sorrows are sustained on the surface. 

Amidst hopeless eyes the golden mist grimace.

All the lights of divine art, dry due to her depart.

Secret sadness through young spirits as a part. 

Shadow of sound softly sustains into two eyes. 

Lo ye, fiery tears unfairly and fascinatingly flies.

Most of the musical memories mourn eternally. 

In a solitary tearsome dreams trembling totally.

Always wilful woe winged amid cold night clips.

Lo wild and young passions to turn into eclipse.

BIO DATA :-

He is Krishnasankar Acharjee (Selected two Honourary Doctorate from National University in America and Commonwealth Vocational University in United Kingdom), successful English teacher (India-Calcutta-Bengal), is an international free lance writer, poet author with several Global Awards as Gold Pen, Gold Medal, Benjamin Award and the King of the Letters from Cuba-America.

Poems by Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

 DEAR WORLD

Dear world

I have watched with bitterness what you have done to yourself

You have crushed your foundation and laid bare your base,

You also have crashed your pillars

And buried your sight,

Now you fight with all your might.

Dear world

Look, I am tired of praying for you as you swell up in hate,

My prayers have piled up to the skies and heavens

I feel weak and numb to pray more as you continue to prey on yourself,

See, how happy you feel wanting to die,

O how eager you run to kill yourself.

Dear world

I am so ashamed of all you have done

You squashed unity and peace

You spoiled sanity and sense

Dear world, why are you so mean and cruel to yourself?

Do not say I never warned you

Never cry, I did not tell you

See, the dangers you were warned of have all happened, yet you wouldn't learn,

The atrocities you have done now chase you, yet you pride in them,

I have come to warn you again all over

I know you may never heed

Because your ears are deaf, and your eyes so blind.

Desist from evil, make haste to change

Stop the calamities you build

Refrain from the terrors you upload

Abstain from the horrors you upgrade

Contain the errors you download

Change, make the world a better place

No matter your pace, find a space

Show your face, and receive grace

Run, and win the race.

I DID NOT KEEP MUTE

I am just a voice

With message not noise,

Listen, and hear.

I have come, I am here

I wail, weep and wait

I hope and watch and pray

I did not keep mute.

As a flute, I blow loud

As a trumpet, I play into the crowd

As a pipe, I sound into the cloud

Hear me loud and clear

I did not keep mute.

Let generations unborn, hear me

Let the living take note,

Let the dead, feel me

Let heaven and earth witness;

That I did not keep mute.

Let my light shine in darkness,

in this dark world

Let my echo sound in emptiness,

in this empty world

Let my nuance fly in sadness,

in this sad world

Let my aim search the wilderness,

in this wild world

Let my anger avenge ugliness,

in this ugly world

Because I cannot keep mute.

I cannot keep mute, I am a flute

I cannot be bound, I am a parachute,

Dance to this music, this song of bitterness

Align with the rhythm; this melody of restlessness

Know it, say it, I did not keep mute.

Bear me witness again; louder

I did not keep mute, never did I

To this world of recklessness and woeful-ness

Please tell them, I was never comfortable!

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a Nigerian poet/writer/thinker/author. She's a graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. She has featured in over one hundred and ten international anthologies and has equally published over three hundred and twenty poems in over forty countries. She has authored twenty three poetry books and some of them are archived in the United States' Library of Congress. She is also a tailor.

Some of her poems have been nominated for both the Best Of The Net Awards and Pushcart Prize.

Some of her works have also been translated into and published in some languages, including Spanish, Arabic, Farsi, Macedonian, Russian, Romanian, Khloe, Polish, Assamese, Scots, Hindi, Serbian among others.

SOLILOQUY OF PEN

 Furtive buzzing, self analysis

Own strength and power’s recall,

By virtue of patience I drop off

Relents my throat to avoid them all.

A little drop of ink thrills a lot

When flows through the sharp nib,

Moves magnifying the whole society 

Many thoughts contradict for a squib.

A small piece of sedimentary rock

Strangulates the dormant nostalgia,

Benignity calls forth to be speechless

Because it has seem many neuralgia.

Many war cry; many blood shed

No willing to see painful sight again.

Decision to walk in a convincing way

The globe stares a peaceful domain.

Ratikanta Samal

29-09-2021

BIO-NOTE

RATIKANTA SAMAL , JAJPUR,ODISHA,INDIA is a teacher by profession and he works under Schools and Mass Education Department, Govt. of Odisha. And as a bi-lingual poet he has published two poetry books in Mother Tongue ( Odia) and seven poetry books in English. Many poems of his own have been published in National and International anthologies, magazines and e-magazines.

I AM A GODDESS

Hello Dear Egypt

I hear of Nefertiti

A goddess of wonders

With myth, healing, sun and moon

Tell me more!

I hear much

Of air, fertility, wind, magic

A goddess of the sky

Water, Nile and safety

I want to know more!

I know of Pharaoh

I have heard of mummies

The pyramids and civilization

Arts, scholars, shrines, rituals and temples

O tell me more,

Egypt of signs!

Nefertiti, Queen or goddess, or both

Royalty, wife, dynasty, ruler or leader

So powerful, influential, natural,

My ears itch to hear and learn

O Egypt of ancient wonders!

Egypt of old creation

How wonderful, how amazing

I would not mind visiting,

When I do, please take me round

Show me your reality

And teach me history.

Oh, I am a goddess

I have no myths

And I believe in God Almighty,

I read the Bible

And follow its rules

O Egypt, native Egypt, peace be unto you!

© Ngozi Olivia Osuoha, Nigeria

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a Nigerian poet/writer/thinker, a graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. She has authored twenty three poetry books, all published outside Nigeria, she has published over two hundred and eighty pieces in over twenty five countries, she has equally featured in over eighty international anthologies, and some of her pieces have been translated and published in Spanish, Polish, Romanian, Russian, Farsi, Arabic, Macedonian, Khloe, and other languages. Her pieces have been nominated for Pushcart prize, Best of the Net Awards, and she has also won some awards. She's a tailor, and some of her books are in some foreign libraries including the United States' Library of Congress. 

Poems By Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

 THERE IS GOD

In

I am afraid of life

Because it is a mystery

But I will make history.

I am afraid of friends

Because they are humans

But I will love them.

I am scared of tomorrow

Because it is unknown,

But I am hopeful.

I am troubled about the world

Because leaders are unfaithful,

And things change for worse

But there is God.

FEAR

Fear is a hole

It makes nothing whole.

Fear is a rocket

It scars the pocket.

Fear is a game

It can bring shame.

Fear is a price

It can come thrice.

Fear is a grass

It can burn the mass.

Fear is complex

It can tower to the apex

And cause a reflex.

LOVE

Love is humble

It makes royal,

Love is marble

It remains loyal.

A game of heart

Drawing the art,

Linking the chart

Clearing the mart.

If you make it a gamble

It will crumble

And leave you in shamble.

If you make it a garden

It will harden

And grow vegetations.

Love is a platform

It can reform,

Killing the worm

And cankerworm.

HATE

A day of hate

Destroys a destiny,

A time of rage

Kills a destination.

Hate is a ladder

It gets one madder,

Hate never makes gladder

And it pops up the bladder.

Hate strangles dreams

And embitters streams,

Hate buries hope

And murders the scope.

Hate is an enemy

It smokes like the chimney,

And hits the kidney.

Hate is a cage

It does much damage,

And leaves many in bondage

Throwing others into the drainage.

Beware of love

Be kind, do not hate

Then you will not fear

Because there is God.

MY COUNTRY

Come, cry for me

For I am troubled, so troubled

Come, cry with me

For I am in pain, so pained,

Painted, fainted, a dirty painting

A fainting that is draining me.

My country burns, burning in flames

My homeland mourns, mourning in shame

My fatherland is quaking

Quaking loud and aloud

Shaking the cloud and crowd.

Pray for me please, please I pray thee

My land bleeds in greed

Lives waste in hundreds

Tears overflow daily

Fears gather amidst

Nothing, nobody is safe,

Please pray for me, my people, and my country.

IN THE WINGS OF VIOLENCE

Hear the wind rage

See the rain raging

The thunder strikes 

Lightning gives horror

My people are swept over.

In the wings of violence

My land encroaches to war

Fighting, killing, maiming, raping

Hear war sing freely to us.

In the wings of violence

I hear innocence moan,

In the wings of terror

I see generations groan

Look deep and yonder

Leadership is terrorism.

Religion has beheaded us

Politics has bewitched us

Hatred, falsehood, fallacy, dogmatism

Hey! I fear now and tomorrow!

COLD WAR

We are at war

We are barely alive

They pounce on us raw

We are halfway dead.

A cold war so loud

The world is busy

So busy that we are insignificant.

The world is on

On, ongoing with activities

The world is on its wings

As we oscillate on swings.

Leadership is no more fair

Friendship is now a nightmare

Partnership is cruelty

Relationship is wickedness,

The world looks the other way,

As we dive and plunge into the abyss

Head on collision with death.

A cold war, within and without

Gold, hold, sold, fold, told and untold.

MY GUARDIAN ANGEL

True love from above

Flying like a dove

Divine wings 

Holy rings,

Spreading purity and trinity.

My real hero

Lifting me from zero

My pure strength

Guarding me at length.

Dependable and reliable

Capable and able,

Holding me down

Cleaning my gown.

My guardian angel

My golden apparel,

My Knight in shinning armour

My light in dark humour.

Lily in my valley

Family of my belly

My ally, my alloy, my envoy

Guiding me through the convoy.

Respectful, honest, decent

Godly, homely, humble

Lovely, lowly, my heart;

We can start any art.

WE ARE THE WORLD

We are the world

We live in heaven or hell

We are the world

We live or die.

We support injustice and greed

We buttress selfishness and violence,

We are the world

We do so directly or indirectly.

We preach love but live hate

We sing hymns but drop bombs,

We dance blues but play war,

We are the world

We sink yonder.

Look, we pretend a lot

And cover evil

We coat lies

And bury truths,

See, we are crooks.

We are the world

Except we face realities

Until we become real

Unless we decide to grow

This world would remain hell.

We ink, we drum, we act, we play

We sing, we pray, we party, all in hell

This doom booms

And the gloom, looms

Heed, we are the world

Let us make it a better place.

PROFILE

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a Nigerian poet/writer/thinker. A graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. She has featured in over seventy international anthologies and has also published over two hundred and sixty poems/pieces in over twenty five countries.

She has authored twenty three poetry books, and some of them are archived in the United States' Library of Congress.

Some of her poems have been translated into and published in Arabic, Romanian, Russian, Spanish, Polish, Farsi, Khloe, Macedonian, and other languages.

She is also a tailor. Some of her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net awards.