Two Poems by Maid Corbic

Cold Weathers

 

Winter has come

In a white coat

There's a man standing

 

That was me.

And I looked around

Austria is a country of cold

 

Rich in Mozart balls

Eight euros and much more

I was amazed by the garden

At Schoburn Castle

 

And everything is as if they are in a dream.

More than ever especially

Because I'm so happy

Why I meet people at night

 

Culture and Art

I appreciate everything about them

Because they are people

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Cold but beautiful

Because the meaning of life is

To look forward to a new day

Coming to me

 

Austria is my dream

To experience it again

Because love is very clear

When I have what I want!

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Prague, Centre of the World 

I was happy in Prague.

Because I drank the best spirits

 

Meet a historical fact

Yes, Prague is a country of existence

Where people are very happy

 

I was a tourist one day.

But I felt like it every day.

I am their resident.

 

Because they are really good people.

Historical battles are shown

Where people with swords fought

For the history of his country

 

In all this, it is as if I find myself

Because the meaning of life is my existence.

Love was born in that wonderful time.

When no one cared, it wasn't

 

Prague is the centre of the world for me.

Because I feel free in it.

The reason for life is now more persistent

Because the Czech Republic is the land of peace and happiness!

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© Maid Corbic 

Branislava Nusica 129,75000 Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina

+38762120989 (WhatsApp)

detrix233@gmail.com

Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 24 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, led by Dijana Uherek Stevanović, and the selector of the competition on the page of the same name, which aims to connect all poets around the world.

 

Many works have also been published in anthologies and magazines (Chile, Spain, Ecuador, Bosnia and Herzegovina, San Salvador, United Kingdom, Indonesia, India, Croatia, Serbia, etc.) as well as printed copies of the anthology of poems "Sea in the palm of your hand", " Stories from Isolation ", and" Kosovo Peony "and others. Through his efforts and work, he has reached numerous acquaintances around the world, and in 2020 he was named Poet of the Year in the Indo-Universe Group, which also engages in charity around the world.

 

He has been writing for over thirteen years, and the beginning dates back to elementary school, when professors recognized the enthusiasm for the written trail, which was initially conducted through competitive competitions, and later with the development of technology outside their country in online format. This author is also even representative in order to represent his country in various international writing competitions, and soon his works will be translated into several languages ​​of the world (Chinese, Italian, French). He is also known for often supporting other authors around the world and is happy to advise on certain concerns with a smile on his face.

 

Winner of numerous awards, among them the association "KNS - Nova Svjetlost" in Sarajevo, during which he won a bronze charter for his work, which was evaluated by an international jury. Numerous revisions have been written about him, and he has also published many pages about both the world and the domestic scene. He is also the winner of the competition "Poets who touch love" with the Golden Triptych about his work, which had a character on the occasion of St. Trifundana. His works are an inspiration even to well-known people who really give great revisions and support.

 

Ambassador of cultural differences in Syria, and recently presented on the blog "New Story" as a young author who has won numerous awards and a person worthy of attention. In 2020, the winning country was Montenegro. He is currently on the jury of the Galaxia International Competition for Unpublished Poetry in Spain in 2021 as the only author in the Balkans to be an author, and was soon promoted as a global artist.

 

He is the winner of the BigBang competition that was organized in Tuzla in 2021. He is the winner of the Arts and Culture category by the Jury, but is also a translator in the Chateau Square group where he revises poetry and prose, as well as in Point Editions in Germany, which also translates written works. In ILA Magazine's he is also a travel translator, as well as in the Association of Balkan Artists as a selector. He is a translator on the ITHACA site run by Germain Droogembrodth from Germany, and is also the author with the highest number of successes in his industry, poetry that has over ten thousand successes virtually, as well as several publications around the world that have been published.

Two Poems by Aparajita Purkayastha

The Eternal Epic

Trying to flip through

The pages of an epic

A never ending yet ever

Fading , an epic that has

Crudest of pains, cruellest of rains

Hazy fear finding its ways

Through the gush of blood

In the weakened veins.

I have donned the kohl

Of concealed despair

I have put on the cloak

Designed of silky dreams

Embroidered with the threads

Of unreal hope and despondency

My lips are coloured

With the bright radiant hue

Liners defining the idiosyncrasies.

I move on as the epic

Unfolds pages unseen

And paths untread, seemingly green

My foot falls on the tornado of sand

In the creepy desert land.

Yet, I move on as the epic

Uncovers, unfolds, unravels

The darkened nights, the rosy days

Fighting back the heart’s dismays…!

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The Cherished Chest

I opened a chest today

A chest, a treasure box , a myriad

Of moments, made of gold and grey

I opened a chest today

A treasure box of speaking eyes

And silent lips , broken hearts

and hazy dreams.

I never knew that I’d filled

The chest with memories innumerable

Often seemed minute , yet now so incredible

Necklaces of love, rings of happiness

Studs designed of selfless care

Bangles embossed out of trust and share.

I never knew that I’d filled

The chest with memories innumerable

Often seemed minute , yet now so incredible

Maa’s frowns, Baba’s roars

Could be felt in a crowd of crores

Maa doesn’t frown now, for she

Thinks I’m the best

Baba’s roars are within me,

For a lioness doesn’t bark

She roars in the light and in the dark…!

I have opened the chest today

It lives in my heart , night and day…!

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© Aparajita Purkayastha 

New Delhi, India 

aparajita.purkayastha@gmail.com

Born in the beautiful hilly state of Nagaland, Aparajita is an English teacher in one of the most prestigious institutions of New Delhi. She vents out her emotions through her poems and her genre centres round the sufferings , the harsh emotional toils and the urge for human empathy for a peaceful existence. Her words are simple, yet effective, lucid and heart bound. She believes that words are the best way to reach out to people in an effective, sensitive and sensible manner.

Come and Get It, a Poem by Kelly Moyer

The soup is simmering

so you might want to count

your kittens, for I found

a whisker 

floating in the pot; 

but, what is life if not 

for its sweetness, 

put up for auction 

a day shy of your passing

as a dusty ol’ remainder lot?

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© Kelly Moyer

North Carolina, USA 

unfazedmoon@gmail.com

Two Poems by Jahnavi Gogoi

Piety
 
The Aparajita blithe
on the bamboo trellis,
my mother’s pride

a distant chime of bells
unsettles the evening as
an arm snakes through the fence
 
bony, weather beaten, familiar
a quick nip and stealthy tuck
into the corner of a worn pallu

smoky incense, earthen lamps darkened
with age, the flickering cotton wicks
admonish
 
but unperturbed the
neighbourhood matriarch
worships her god
 
with an offering of stolen flowers.
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Glossary:

Aparajita: Asian pigeonwings, blue pea, butterfly pea, found in most homes in India.
 
Pallu: a Saree’s end thrown over a shoulder sometimes used to cover the head.

Morning

Another night spent ministering
to the darkness in my heart
 
I wait for the incessant din
of sparrows on my terrace
 
the man next door whistles
out of tune, the walls so thin,
 
but all I hear is the cogent silence
of your vacant chair, interrupted
 
by the morning newspaper landing
at my feet with a merciless thump.
 
© Jahnavi Gogoi
Canada
jahnavigogoi@gmail.com

Jahnavi Gogoi’s poetry has been published in Haiku Corner by The Japan Society, Shadow Pond Journal, The Leaf Journal, haikuNetra, Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, Cold Moon Journal, The Usawa Literary review, Borderless Journal, The Chakkar, Poems India, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Inssaei International journal, Micropoetry Cosmos, Academy of the Heart And Mind, Spillwords, Indian Periodical, Synchronized Chaos, Soul Connection, Reflections, and others. She won the first prize in the poetry writing competition organized by the Chandigarh Literary Society in the year 2022 for her poem ‘If this isn’t love’. She writes a lot about her native state of Assam, India, having spent her early childhood years in the shadow of the Patkai hills in northeast India. Jahnavi now lives in the beautiful town of Ajax in Ontario, Canada with her husband and daughter.

Two Poems by Kuma Raj Subedi

Quarantined Waltz

Without communication 

In severe isolation 

New buds continuously try to sprout 

Clouds block light

Pale they look 

Under lockdown condition 

Unfair restrictions impose 

Scars on larval emotions 

Phew…

Grief-infected souls groan masking 

For a clean sweep 

For a new sanitized realm 

Where they 

Can waltz in reality.

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Barbie in Reverse 

In a pink dream world

when everyone sleeps

a self-proclaimed full-size barbie

dreams of becoming a mother.

Her man does it all for her-

washes  her clothes,

massages her to tone up her skin,

serves  food on the table,

does the dishes

watches as she feeds the baby formula

–as breastfeeding might harm a slim body—

and washing might crack delicate skin.

She needs massage to send her to sleep,

without him she wouldn’t eat.

When she wakes up,

she sees a muscular man

riding an Andalusian stallion

and succumbs to the majestic grandeur.

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© Kuma Raj Subedi 

Australia 

subedi.kamal@gmail.com

Kuma Raj Subedi was born in the Parbat district in Nepal. He has got two postgraduate degrees :MA in British & American literature, and Master of Teaching in TESOL. As a poet and translator his numerous creations have been published on various print and online platforms such as Misty Mountain Review, Spill words, Indian Review, Muse India, Polis Magazino, Kavya Kishor, Aksharang, Sipay, The Gorkha Times, Of Nepalese Clay, Sindh Courier,  Newsn Jeju, Ink Pantry, The Indian Periodical, Nepalnamcha, Poetishes, The Offline Thinker, Setopati, Poeticia, The Rising Junkiri, Sahitya Sangraha, Modern Poets Anthology (Ukiyoto Publishing), The Writer’s Cafe etc.Recently he participated in KM100NZ haiku competition in New Zealand and Joy to the world poetry festival. He is anctiv involved to TramsEnd Poets, a group of prominent poets and critics in Adelaide. He often writes about issues such as women’s suffering, memories, religion, nature, migration, love and culture. Currently, Mr. Subedi is residing in Adelaide, the capital city of South Australia with his two daughters and wife and works as an accomplished lecturer at TafeSA. He has been awarded as the Best Poet of the Event in the International Nazarul Poetry Festival 2023 in Bangladesh. He has been exclusively interviewed in MTV in Nepal. He has also been interviewed in a literary program by Kalika FM and Vijaya FM about his creative writings and current literary trends and styles. He has been interviewed and got published in Kayakairan Daily. Three book reviews on his debut anthology of poetry have been published in The Rising Nepal, a leading and the oldest English newspaper in Nepal and in Sahitya Post, a full time literary digital magazine in Nepal. 

Two Poems by Ma Yongbo

Under a Pine

 

A lone pine, pebble path,wet grass

a wood stool covered by pine needles and dew drops 

dry with tissue, again wind shakes off 

a small puddle,just lie on the bench

have a meeting,discussing serious topics 

and love of course,"the measure of humanity"

sunlight slides down the hump back of a bird

honey dripping from beehives

what should we concern about

regrets of yesterday or fears of tomorrow

rot like a hatchet handle,recover

shade falling on the eyelids,on the faraway mount road

the man knocking at stones was once knocking at chess pieces

The wind through pine brings fragrance of rosin

Just have a dream and then

wake up to find a life has been wasted.

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Butterflies

 

A lonesome butterfly in the mountain, tenderly thin

falls on the gravel path like a piece of cool rain

spreads the black wings,soundlessly glides through

sunlight and showers,into darker woods

they once fell onto the reddish dregs of my wine

whether we have been here before 

to gather the butterflies in the empty alley

contain their delicate cries in transparent bottle

they are flying again,mixed with a few moths

always the same black butterfly

fleeting over pinetops,dragging golden threads of sunlight

finally falls with stones into the valley

its sound of hiting the ground is never heard

After the flight of butterflies

we are no longer where we were.

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© Ma Yongbo 

Nanjing, China 

myb22254188@gmail.com

Ma Yongbo was born in 1964, PhD, representative of Chinese avant-garde poetry, translator, editor, and leading scholar of postmodern poetry. He has authored or translated more than 70 published books. Ma is a professor in the Faculty of Arts and Literature at Nanjing University of Science and Technology. His translations from English include works by Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, Ezra Pound, Wallace Stevens, W. C. Williams, John Ashbery, Henry James, Herman Melville, May Sarton and others.

Two Poems by Iris Calif

The Daughter of the Living

God creates the heavens

of the spirit in the light of the world

Springs with the authentic names of life

You are my strength

In my image the moon;

Man’s salvation.

Behold, I am the Iris; the daughter of the living

naked in sight of the sick of the kingdom of above

Adorned with gold and drops of moon light.

The sun in the clouds, and the rays wanders

My body like the burning of the darkness

Of Arch,

The night is heart breaking from time to time,

Embroiders in the mountains to the Iris grace,

And at the gate of the earth, Gabriel.

The temple house of the dead,

was founded in me

and the snowy days of the blood

of my soul.

Kneels in the light of the prophets

Down touches a human-

Blooded kiss,

And in the image of the soul of God,

Our father in heaven,

In the beginning of the wilderness.

Temple of the scriptures of the world

In the voice of psalms, creator of the human

EVE

Daughter of love, daughter of God

A girl of life.

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The Desert Bride

 

In the calm prayer of your rains, simulates virtue of love

Observe In God's garment to my body

 I Clear silence The wind,

The darkness carrying love

Desire raising my dream 

 

And the summer candle is lit by a holy life

Reigns in the crown of winter Writings of my soul

The evening creates my passion that gives birth to existence

The night is heavily breathing of the sand in the pasture of the world

And in the knowledge of heaven, I am the bride of the desert

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© Iris Calif 

iris0611@walla.co.il

Iris Calif, Resident of the State of Israel, poet, writer, translator of poetry (to Hebrew), and dancer. Iris is also in charge of all foreign connection for the cultural and literature internet magazine "in direction of the wind", editor and translator Universal Poetry at "Mokasini" Magazine Culture & Lifestyle Magazine, Editor and translator in the "World Poetry" of the literature website "Rooms". She is member of the Composers' Association of Hebrew authors and publishers in Israel named “ ACUM. Iris is Award Winner of 2023: The International Best Poets & POETS: THE JOURNAL OF RENDITION OF INTERNATIONAL POETRY (ITRC)[Multilingual] [China] The Board of Directors of World Union of Poetry Magazines, November 18, 2023.

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Iris was awarded a diploma from "The Russian Professional Writers Union" and the international magazine "Arina NN", registered in the Ministry of Culture of Russia for her contribution to world culture "International Poetic Community" 2022, and a member of the Association of artists and writers of the World SAPS. Iris is also serve on the editorial board of the World Poetry Yearbook 2024 (English edition). She holds an honorary doctorate from the International Forum for Creativity, Humanity and Coexistence, Kingdom of Morocco.

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Iris is 49 years old: married and mother of three daughters. Her three books are published: In a fascinating (or magic) lane breathes (or blows) Lolita on On 2001, Wild moon on 2017, And The daughter of GOD on 2020. She is currently working on her fourth book of scripture. Her poems have been published on radio, television, magazines in Israel and abroad, literary websites in Israel and around the world Exhibited in Exhibited in prestigious exhibitions in Israel, the Internet and newspapers international, and have been translated by international poets into Spanish, Bengali, Chinese, Russian Turkish, Nepali, Arabic Assamese and Italian. Her poetry reflects the inner journey of her soul, which looks through love, dreams life, and breathes holy worlds, in the hidden spirit, and is a symbol and expression of her victory over Anorexia, and her choice of choosing life and love with courage.