Poem By Veronica Roma Pingol

IN THE END...

The life we have now is our choice

When you are in good,you make the right move

When you are in the worst sorry that you failed

But in the end,try harder to get through.

It's okay! everyone made a mistake

It doesn't matter how many times we failed

It's okay to repeat but change your step

Slow down if you feel the danger ahead.

Be persistent to move forward

Don't look back for the time wasted

The clock doesn't move backward

And so you need the same as it did.

Nevertheless,how painful it was

Life is an ups and down

Sometimes it's bitter,and sometimes it sweet

But the good thing is you defeated it.

In the end be yourself

In the end be a warrior of your fate.

@Veronica Roma Pingol

   (Nightbutterfly)

   Philippines

Poem By Dasharath Naik

I  SANS ME

I am without me

in search of the nameless me

bereft of myself in this world 

fed up with my life never lived

long cherished but 

coveted not 

for I despise me not .

I am without me

the world mine all deserted 

severely injured and wounded deep

me living a nameless life 

with me and 

without my self :

me moving sans me. 

©® Dasharath Naik

Three Poems By Maid Corbic

 GRAY MOON, THE VIEW IS CLOSER

The view is closer, my grey moon.

It grows stronger and stronger every day.

Shining, the brightest in the living world

And I really look forward to it every day.

More than ever before

I know that Moon is very admirable.

And in the eyes of honest people in the world

A great joy for me is the Moon.

It's getting closer to my eyes every day.

Well, like I can touch it with my bare finger.

I know it's just fiction in my head.

But my Moon is growing more and more.

From the crescent, new stars are born

It will continue to be the brightest in the world.

My love is full of everything.

Because I believe in the astrology of life

I don't consider myself a weirdo.

Because my dream and my vision is

Only that love grows more and more.

It is a part of my life and destiny.

I know that the moon and the stars all planets

They rejoice when they see me.

And I almost got a chance to see the big moon.

And around him the Northman shines brightest.

It’s a part of life and my sweet destiny.

My wish is for the Moon to be so strong.

I like to believe in my stars.

I am a Scorpio and I believe in dreams.

Because my dream is to believe only

From what I see, what I want and know

And my job is to watch the moon.

How there are more and more holes every day

But I don't mind that at all.

Because I live for just one moment

To be in NASA's research department

Where I have the resources to look at all that

What I wanted and dreamed of

And my dream is the biggest of all

May the Moon recover from hell

Craters and other asteroids!

TAILOR'S TEETH CATCH MY LEG

I see Loh Ness in the swamp

Crocodiles walk slowly

I fear my life more than ever

As a young link I must always be

Ready for anything in life

I am afraid of all living beings in the world.

Especially those who have teeth

Big and sharp as never before

I have never seen this living being in my life.

The crocodile is a big thing for me.

I have to hunt them down because the locals are kidding

How he kitsch in front of his every day

They see large crocodiles in Loh Ness

How sharp teeth they have and save

They want to welcome their children and eat them for breakfast.

The meaning for me as a saviour is

To capture the peace and unity of the locals

But life sometimes becomes oceanic.

To accidentally step on it during the hunt

On one crocodile and on his same

I remember that January peacock

When a crocodile grabbed my leg

I screamed out loud.

I haven't seen anyone in a couple of seconds.

My colleagues were only a mile away.

They ran up to me at relay speed

And they tried to hit that crocodile with a stick.

But they failed when this crocodile

It has large cradles and crawls further inland.

While he still holds me by the mouth and grabs me by the leg

Crocodile teeth catch me very hard

I'm afraid to stand without my leg

And everything happened in a few seconds.

Until he finally let me out of his mouth

And he left me a crater and a dysfunctional leg.

Crocodile teeth grabbed my leg

Surprisingly, I did much better then

But even though I don't have a leg anymore.

I have friends who saved my life.

I am eternally grateful to them for that.

And Loh Ness, the locals were amazed at me.

How I survived, and thanked you again

Because I was the hero of my place after all.

Until the crocodile showed its teeth

And always, I always underestimated him lightly!

THE CLOUDS COVERED THE SUN JOYFULLY

My Sun, my everything in the world

It was covered by a dangerous cloud.

Which still betrays the spheres of the Sun.

The weather is changing so abruptly.

Not to see my light

While still, in typical I often

Suffer

I don't know what awaits me tomorrow

But I know I have to be an egg.

Because often some challenges are in front of me

Created to cross them with a little effort

But nothing is like that.

Easy

I can say that I am an arena man.

Because I have everything I want, I'm happy.

Every day I am still healthy and alive

I'm just afraid one day it won't go away.

My sun

Because I’m still looking for a hug in life

Because my sun definitely deserves hope.

And the kisses that will glow will be by me

Because he loves me the most and always

Just me in the world

This time has become very strange.

But I hope only one fact

I can be everything I am and I am not

But I still think I am very

Provocative in the sense of words

I would lie to myself that the world is bad.

But I can say that everything is around me.

It has become monotonous since my sun.

He no longer lives in the eyes

Yours

The last love in Wales died

End of all the stories I sold to you

I know I may be a freak in everyone’s eyes.

But I believe I am still enough

Special for yourself

I don't give up so easily.

And even when the cloud betrays me often

I place my hope in my sun, the rays

Which will continue to be strong enough

To bring down all that I am

I used to dream

And my dream is to live every day

Love, hope, faith, behaviour

He is a time machine towards others around for them

The weather forecast is forecast today

Sun up to thirty degrees Celsius

May love live forever.

I just always ask at the end of the day.

"And where is my Sun of Life?"

©®Maid Corbic

Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 22 years old. In his spare time, he writes poetry that has been praised on several occasions, as well as awarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and is the moderator of the WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for unity and world peace in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the portal of the First Virtual Art Universe.

DEAR BIRMINGHAM

Dear Birmingham, the future is green

That is why we plant for the harvest.

Gold, silver and bronze aren't out problem,

That's why we left some behind.

Dear Birmingham, our wealth is not common

That is why we record, break and record all over again.

You see the anthem we sing, and the tears we shed

The rhythm, wordings and sounds

They are heroic and legendary

Because and hence, the labour of our heroes past, never shall be in vain.

Birmingham dear, we do not speak English

Listen and hear, hear us well and deep

Ponder and meditate, we speak pain and agony.

Birmingham dear, no wealth is common

We pull our soul, and drag our spirit

Our root is higher than the roof, go and find out.

Dear Birmingham, medals trouble us because we wail and weep

Medal of honour, medal of lane, medal of speed, medal of valor, medal of strength; all cause us tears.

Did you know we could have won more?

O dear Birmingham, the cruise is with mixed feelings. Cruising and cracking.

See our girls, flying like they wanted to throw missiles

Our girls lifting weights like ocean sailing vessels

And our boys melting muscles,

Birmingham, our wealth is neither common nor rampant.

Mention the game, we are there. Against odds.

Teeming gifts, raw talents, overflowing brains

Birmingham, please knock on our door

My mother has unbridled nature.

Knock, my brothers are numberless

Knock, please, my sisters are numerous

They wait for the hands of time, fading into oblivion without announcement or celebration,

Birmingham, beautiful city, come harness our talents. 

Our land is green, don't let it die.

Discover us, honour us, reward us, gold and silver is not our problem.

Dear Birmingham, this uncommon wealth is wasting

Rare breeds of natural resources, drying up

Species of royal gifting dwindling and fading away. I am tired and scared.

Dearest Birmingham, commonwealth of nations, our land is fertile. We are agile, not sterile.

Dear Birmingham, if you are a Big Brother, go find your younger ones, come get the little fold.

©® Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

Poems by Harinder Cheema

 

1- Wise Or Otherwise

A poet bleeds several times from the heart in just one creation

He has to press his wounds and scars for the stimulation 

As he cries and shrieks in pain, you feel the pleasure

Some words drawn from his feelings are his only treasure

He does not understand the stock market's fall and rise

And that is why a good poet is not worldly wise.

2-  The God's Trick

The earth seems flat ,but it's shape is round,

Long back the intelligent man had found,

And thought it was a great victory,

To have made this discovery.

He knew not that the God was having fun,

To see him, round and round , run.

It was a trick, to keep the man engaged,

Just as we give toys to the children of young age.

3. The Boiling of Blood

Making a cup of tea I observed,

How on heating the water boiled.

The water was boiling in the pot

The heat from the stove was making it hot,

But what makes the blood boil is still a mystery

I tried asking the students of chemistry

The boiling of blood in the present age

Is the  cause of cold blooded murders and the road rage.

© Harinder Cheema

Chandigarh, India 

Harinder Cheema is a well-known global poet and an award winning author. She is the author of two Books, entitled," The Temple Stop"and " Soul Chants", A Collection Of Poetic Hymns. Her novel 'The Temple Stop' is the recipient of 'The Best Book of the Year Award 2020' by Aghaaz, Author In You and she has received the honour and title of the MASTER OF CREATIVE IMPULSE “ By WORLD LITERATURE INDIA for her poetry Book entitled, “Soul Chants “in 2022. She has received "Naji Naaman International Honor Prize for Complete Work in 2022". She is the co-author of 30 poetry anthologies and her articles have been published in various prestigious International magazines. Her short stories have been published in the coffee table books and she is also the proud recipient of many prestigious  global awards and honours in the field of Literature.

KINSHIP WITH YOU

Standing between the two roads

Gazing out of my swollen eyes

A murmur gently entered my ears

A sweet soothing breeze engulfed me

Moving from isolation to solitude 

Remembering the sweet old memories

Where YOU stood by my side and spoke

Gently together WE walked on the road

The moments of joy and happiness 

The essence of life in being one self

The memories haunt me to lead there

Where I met YOU on the road forever.

This ON soothingly makes me reveal

That you will never leave my hand

Between the emotions and feelings 

There I landed 

As if a sweet dream 

Hence You are mine...

I utter something

That the journey of whisper is on

When you are staying with me forever

Your love is mightier than all the things

The days will remember it 

With unending lights

Exhibiting happiness...

My association is stronger than words

The day passes and it vibrates

With the shine of relationships

Elaborating your presence...

©® Dr Shalini Yadav

Dr Shalini Yadav holds a PhD in Post-colonial Literature and M. Phil in ELT from University of Rajasthan. Additionally she has done a course in Advanced Creative Writing from University of Oxford, UK. She has progressive teaching experience of 15 years at college level in India, Libya and Saudi Arabia. She has participated and presented papers in many conferences, chaired sessions and delivered lectures. She has edited and authored 9 books. Many of her short stories and poems have been published in peer-reviewed journals and anthologies besides she is member of various virtual poetry and literary societies. Additionally she has meticulously written research articles for various International refereed journals and edited volumes and is also reviewer of various qualitative International journals of different countries. 

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).