Monday, April 1, 2024

Eight Poems by Maria Teresa Liuzzo


A Dream
            
The night is dancing in your pupils
On our entwined bodies
To the whiteness of a lost breath 
in the heart 
that breathes the ellera of a dream, 
where the unconsciousness 
is embellished with the limit
behind leaving
sunrises and sand worlds
getting bood of moths
The Colour of your eyes
Dresses the loneliness of the hour
And the wisdom of the bodies
Unravels.
Shadows of a never dissolved desire
Graffiti of memory on the lips
Moaning in the sheets 
of mirrored geometries!

The Songs of the Water

Interweawing of flowery skies
I’d give if your heart could listen
I’d springle  roses on your face 
For love.
I’d fill your mouth with rivers
If only could I dare to soften
The brances and nests
Still with the songs of the water
If could I wear the snow
I’d dress your shadows in blue.

The Butterfly Rests

Pulsating Gums
Where time is our enemy
And the butterfly rests 
among buds that
are not open
abandon blinds 
beetle of light
you-I, the sea and the time
now  that you’re on the hill
and you go down its sides
I catch you essence 
in a quiver of leale
in a prodigy d’alba 
made love.

The Doors of Hope 

Tell me
When you fell aspleep on my breast
And the sun was setting 
on the cushions
I held in them the last ray
and filled that weeping
which did not close 
the doors of hope.

On the Carpet

Now my verse lies down
On the carpet
Reason and madness
Sublimate every absence
Circumscribed in the depth of  history
If  revenge shatters writing
It rains dances of light
Universes of silence
The rain paints our faces
A  kiss of shadow 
Fill our abisses.

The Hymn of Silence 

Listen to the hymn of  silence
Shattered by a child’s cry
Trembling of the night
Which  thirts for justice 
on the page
the light of darkness
on the half closed flowers
to the caressed grace 
of the grass. 
Listen to
the unspoken words
grain of memory already
poured into the blood like stars.
The moon embroiders  circes  in the sky
They ‘ve got the color of your love
The emerald of the moss 
That glistens on the trunks ;
they have the flood of the rivers.
At night, listen
hidden in her dreams
that garments of heaven get free
on your chained body
between angel veils 
and heavy eyelashes.

On a Green Island 

I feel you’ll come back
Thoughtful  word of death
Lukewarm shells and seaweed
Beyond the light
Vaporous flooding the dunes.
We, children of love
Among corals of storm
And amphorae of light 
In serene dance
 in the heart of martyrdom-
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Hands that touch
Faces of innocence
Restoring colors
To the autumn pale
Life looks winter
In damp rainshot
No veils of mist
Shining in  the sun
Like the lisso, the words.
Children’s choir 
on a green Island.

Scars of Seasons

Scars of Seasons
Drinking goblets of flowers
And oxymorons 
away from deceptions
rain caresses
and rivulets of rage
in physical gesture
they invent the time 
of the last light
The wind that penetrates the blood
Ward off desert of fear
And makes the down rise endlessly
From the verse that slips 
From Homer’s heart.

© Maria Teresa Liuzzo
Italy 
anto.d.2015@gmail.com


Maria Teresa Liuzzo, born in Saline di Montebello Jonico and lives in Reggio di Calabria (Italia).  She is President of  (P.Benintende Lyric and dramatic Association)-'. Journalist and publisher. Chief  Director of  Literary Review ''LE MUSE''. Writer .Psycholic Doctot at   -Leibniz University Santa Fe, New Messico, USA. Modern  Literature and Philosophy Prof.  - USA. – Correspondent of  de ''Italy American bridge IL PONTE ITALO - '' -USA -  -New Meagre EUROPA (Hunedoara)-Romania
 
Collaborator of   ''ALB-SPIRIT'' TIRANA (ALBANIA) -''PERQASJE''(home) (TIRANA - ALBANIA) -''ALBANIA PRESS'' e ''DRITARE'' (window-ALBANIA) -''ATUNIS'' (BELGIUM - BRUXELLES); ''GAZETA DESTINACIONI'' Destination newpaper(VALONA - ALBANIA); 
'' THE NAUSEA -(ARGENTINA); ''GAZETA NATIONAL (TIRANA NATIONAL(NATIONAL NEWSPAPER- ALBANIA); MAGAZINE ALESSANDRIA TODAY (ITALY); ''ORFEU'' (ALBANIA); ''CAFETALK'' (JAPAN).
 
PUBLISHE WORKS:
''ROOTS'' Jason Ed. (1992);
 ''PSYCHE'' Jason Ed. (1993);
''APEIRON'' Jason ed. (1995);
 ''UTOPIAN  EUTHANASIA '' Jason ed. (1997);
  -WATER  IS A SLOW BEAT'' Lineacultura Ed. (2001);
''  IMAGE AUTOPSY Agar ed. (2002);
'' BUT A RESTLESS WAVE STIRS THE VEINS Agar ed. (2003);
 '' - SHADOW DOEN’T EXCEED THE LIGHT Agar ed. (2006);
''GENESIS'' Agar ed. (2008); 
 '' –FORGET- ME-NOT Agar ed. (2009);
 ''I AM TALKING, NOW!'' Agar ed (2020); 
 -DON’T ME I LOVED THE WIND Agar ed. (2021);
'' –THE HUNGRY SHADOW OF THE MOTHER Agar ed. (2022); 
'' THE LIGHT OF THE RETURN Agar ed. (2022)
THE NIGHT IS 
DANCING IN YOUR PUPILS (April 2022); 
'' IN VIGIL OF WEAPONS AND WORDS Agar Ed. (2023);
'DANCE TO THE RHYTHM OT THE RHYMES  '' – IN ARABIAN LANGUAGE I – MOROCCAN  UNIVERSIY EDITION (AUGUST  2023 ); 
''TARMURI DE LUNA ''SHORES OF THE MOON - IN ITALIAN & / RUMENIAN LANGUAGE - Cosmopoli Ed. (OCTOBER  2023); 
'' ITALIAN BOOK -ANTHOLOGY – TRANSLATED  INTO RUSSIAN LANGUAGE  BY ELDAR AKHADOV (RUSSIA – OCTOBER  2023).
Lots of articles and Publications in Italy and  Abroad.
Translation by Francesco Di Rocco

Thursday, March 28, 2024

Serious Bullying Harm Society, an Article by Angela Kosta


In recent times, very often we learn and news of aggression and bullying in middle and high schools and, this happens not only among teenagers or classmates but also towards teachers. This incites the whole community to reflect and not remain indifferent to such actions that harm not only those who denote bullying but also all of us, starting with the simplest citizen, parent, teacher and others. 

Unfortunately, bullying is becoming very common among those who will be the future of this globe. Just a few days ago, a 16-year-old boy attacked his classmate with a knife right near the school, yet another attacked his teacher in front of the whole class. No one intervened, everyone with their mobile phones in their hands filming the scene. This makes us reflect on how much the world has changed. In our time, no one dared to disrespect those who gave us good manners and instructed us. We didn't do it out of fear; This was because we had great respect for our professors. If the opposite happened (I would rarely point out), we would arrange meetings not only with the parents but also with the pupils. Family played an important role in this. No parent went against the school, against the principal or the teachers. The relationship between school - pupils and parents was created and functioned correctly and with dignity. There were good rules that they attributed only to the positive trend to live in a society where good manners were the principles and values as it should be. Perhaps, 30 or 40 years ago we were poor, we missed so many things, yet we were so smiling and happy because we were full of smiles and affection of brotherhood. 

Bullying is the manifestation of the serious problems that today's young people carry within themselves. The difference between yesterday and today means that there is more number and growth of sometimes dramatic events. Technology, well-being, that somewhat distant but very affective relationship with our parents, the solidarity chain of having a lot of respect for those who were older than us, leaving a free seat on the bus to the elderly or pregnant women, giving sincere greetings or wishing well without selfishness and hypocrisy, being ready to intervene to help those in need,  Valuing and putting into action all that our parents and grandparents taught us, important elements in our growth, were fundamental. And it was the latter who were our psychologists who understood us on the fly if something had gone wrong. This happened because we were very close and shared endless moments with the family; Today the opposite happens: from an early age, children isolate themselves, create a vicious circle, play on mobile phones with virtual companions, and this produces artificial intelligence: the coldness of children robots, the innumerable games sometimes harmful, so our children become insensitive, they fully acquire loneliness, they carry within them anger and resentment towards parents who hate each other, divorce each other, not guaranteeing in any way a stable growth to those who carry and gradually develop psychological problems, full of desire for expression and venting towards those they wish to belittle,  believing and being convinced that those in front of them do not deserve to be on their equal. Only a healthy family grows and makes healthy beings available to society. The human perspective must extend to the individual and global level on the problems that are making the earth sickest the most, thus destroying nature. A very effective comparison would be not only between school and children but above all between parents and children. I think it is useless to repair the damage of bullying that a child causes to others, by going to a psychologist, (obviously this is very necessary), but it is necessary that the parent pay more attention to those who grow up and those who have in front of their eyes but who often fail to see, horrified by their selfishness of not accepting in the first place the failure of having raised a child that heralds not only bullying but also delinquency, because if it is not brought out at the right time, those who vent by psychologically and physically targeting the weakest, a troubled future awaits him.

© Angela Kosta
Elbasan, Albania
kostaangela078@gmail.com

[Angela  Kosta is Academic, Journalist, Writer, Poet, Essayist, Literary Critic, Editor, Translator]

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Choice of Creation, an Article by Tamikio L. Dooley

When art colors build a strong foundation
How does choism (choice) signify art and color?

What does it mean when an artist or painter uses Choice of Creation? Choism (choice) is always the artist or painter, initially the human choice of structure and creation. The creator first questions are:
·       What will I paint or construct?
      A house, a pair of shoes, a horse shed?
·       What topic or category should my work involve?
         Nonfiction, fiction, memoir?
·       Based on what I’m constructing, topic, or category, what colors should I chose?
      Black, white, orange, green, etc. 
 
The point. The artist or painter analyzed decision about starting the process. They grasped a strong thought forming in their mind focusing what they wanted to accomplish. Of course, the creator gave some thought as to how people would view their artwork, but the thought of others is not their only reliable source. They use much of their time and thoughts constructing their work, colors, shapes, sizes, form, revolving the object or object they chose to pain. Choism (choice) is always so simple. 

Now, look at the artwork I label The Crimson Wall.

Why? In The Crimson Wall, I’m depicting, from looking at the color use, the artist painted this artwork using shades of red, burgundy, rust, pink, blue, teal, and white.  The colors red, burgundy, and pink gives bold meaning the wall, while rust edge the picture frames. The artist used colors of white and teal materializing images in the picture frames. And I noticed how the rust shades sneaks in creating a new brown color. Triangles on the walls above the frames outlined in rust and white, creating a newer brownish-silver shade.

Biography:-
Tamikio L. Dooley is a multi award-winning author. She is the author of 150 titles and 90 published books. The author writes fiction and nonfiction of crime, thriller, mystery, fantasy, historical, western, romance, zombie apocalypse, and paranormal. In her spare time, she writes short stories, poetry, articles, essays, health books, children books, diaries, journals, inspiring books, culture, African American, and history books.
She is the founder and publisher of CreatiVIngenuitiy Magazine, the Editor of Friendship of People Magazine, and the Ambassador of The Daily Global Nation Newspaper. Tamikio is the President and Founder of Tamikio Dooley Writers Coach Organization, the president of Empowering Education Skills and Programs, the President of Alliance for Culture and Artistic Heritage, Peace and Resilience (ACAHPR), the Ambassador, Honorary President, Chairman, and Advisor of (IFCH) International Forum for Creativity and Humanity Kingdom of Morocco, Director of (AFC) International Foundation for Arab Foundation, an English Trainer and Writer Skills Communication Specialist for Employability at EngLang Skills Training Academy (ELSTA) Organization. Tamikio is also the International Affairs Secretary of the World Wide Writers Association.
Tamikio is featured in Humanity Magazine, CreatiVIngenuitiy Magazine, Kidliomag, Friendship of People Magazine, The Daily Global Nation Newspaper, Connections E-Magazine, along with other magazines and newspapers.
She has received awards and certificates for her works published in Bard’s Day Key Anthology, People’s Poetry Parliament, and Multinational Pen Soldiers Poetry Anthology.  
Recognition Awards & Certificates
-An honorable recognition as the best crime author in September 2016,
- National Poetry Stage Bangladesh Award 2023,
- Higher Honorary Award 2023,
-Certificate for Hyperpoem Book (a poetry book publishing 1700 poets) 2023,
- "Zheng Nian Cup" National Literature (second place prize) 2023,
-Virtual International Artist Gallery Certificate (2023),
- Best Leadership Award, Best Poetry Collection Award 2023,
-People’s Poetry Parliament Literature Certificate 2023,
-Certificate of Appreciate Memorial of V.M. Terehov 2023 (Russia Nizhny Novgord),
-The World Literary Award 2022,
-Won her first crystal trophy award in the crime category (2016), along with other awards and certificates.

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Two Poems by Iris Calif

The voice of the Nile angels carrying the God of my body
Daughter of God
- Iris Calif 
 
God
King of the Angels of the World 
Our Father in Heaven
Brave Yaakov
Lord of all deeds
 
In the light of the Nile Angels
The night is before his eyes
God's bearing my body in front of the senior of the moon
And in the creation of my heart a spirit of love is written
Blessings of the daughter of God
Nude writing lyrical holy poets 
Touching A vertical stack of sacred hymns 
Kissing in front of heavenly things in paradise
And in the "Bible" that speaks of the honegcomb offering
The sun pours out lovers
A living soul grows
holy Silence kneels 
An incarnation of an essential melody
The voice of my soul is buried in the dripstone of God
And it shall be called The splendid rain of the heavens
Of my poem And the Allowed in land
And in the fields of everlasting blossom   
I'm the Iris
Daughter of love
Daughter of Human 
Daughter of life            
Daughter of God.

In the Israel moon of my living heart  
The Human universal Iris Flower of World of Peace 
- Iris calif 
 
God
Our Father in Heaven
Lord of all the lands
Sovereign of all the Worlds
 
I'm naked from the flame of mysterious reds rivers heaven land Zion 
As a human universal iris flower 
I am breathing occult to the spirit of the whiteness virginity, pure dream
In the candlesticks of heaven's living the purple halo of my burning Candle
As Iris, a human flower, I am inflaming my fire goddess Worlds dance to a human blue Star David in the land of heaven Canaan 
And in pure wilderness of human Eve, desert, ashes, days gather my promised land Life
And the holy tempest was purified
Kneeling in me world of love
Creates my Israel moon of my living heart 
To a Human Flower Iris,
In the eternity of the Spiri of Eternal universal World Peace.
© Iris Calif 
Israel 
iris0611@walla.co.il


Iris Calif, Resident of the State of Israel is a 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 a 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). 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. She is the head of the Israeli liaison department of the Hong Kong Literature and Arts Magazine 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.
Iris is 49 years old: married and mother of three daughters. Her three books were publisher: 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 Albanian, 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.

Sunday, March 24, 2024

Two Poems by Deepti Shakya

What Will Tomorrow Bring

In life's uncertain journey, we know nothing about the next moment,
So we can never predict what's going to happen tomorrow.
Don't worry unnecessarily about the future, have hope and be ardent,
Make sincere efforts with positive perspectives, try to forget the sorrow.

What will tomorrow bring, it's just a mystery,
Time always changes, one day problems will also end.
In life's game, sometimes we lose but sometimes we get victory,
God has plans for everyone, so trust his process, my friend.

We should not focus on what will happen tomorrow,
It may bring a dawn of surprises or a night of troubles.
Always remember that heavy rain is what causes a rainbow,
Live in the present, life is a tapestry of struggles.

Overthinking about tomorrow can lead to anxiety and depression,
Life is all about moving forward in every situation.

A Tale of Parenthood 

A melody of existence whispers in the air
In the delivery room, a new life blossoms
A moment full of joy, so surreal and awesome
A journey begins with immense love and care.

An intense longing to see the newborn's face
Tears of happiness flowing amidst excitement
An eternal bliss of becoming a blessed parent
A precious miraculous feeling of tender embrace.

A most beautiful gift sent from the universe
A unique bond that connects hearts deeply
A child's cry and laughter create a symphony
Lullabies weave golden and delightful verses.

A sweet tale of parenthood beyond description 
Emerges as a blessing with fervor and elation!

© Deepti Shakya
Uttar Pradesh, India


Deepti Shakya hails from Uttar Pradesh, India. She is a bilingual poetess. She has contributed to many National & International Anthologies, e-Journals and Magazines with her poems. She was awarded with "Rabindranath Tagore Memorial Literary Honour 2022" & "The Christmas Literary Honors 2023" by Motivational Strips and ALEXANDER PUSHKIN - W. B. YEATS INTERNATIONAL LITERARY AWARD by Noel Lorenz House Of Fiction in 2022. Instituto Cultural Colombiana Casa Poética, Magia Y Plumas has awarded her the DOCTOR HONORIS CAUSA EN LITERATURA LATINOAMERICANA on May 25, 2022. Her hobbies include painting, cooking, flowers-making, knitting and crocheting. 

Monday, March 18, 2024

Two Poems by Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai

Nothing But Impalpable Dreams

Sometimes moonlight brings peace
And music of flute illusion in the world
Your fiery eyes reflect like a mirror
With all those scattered dreams
Now you bring only sorrow for me
Your closeness brings tear on my eyes
Now me just unknown soul to you 
Spring brings me letters from clouds
Time heals the old painful memories
You're nothing but impalpable dreams.

Lost Words 

My eyes do tell an untold tale
A bit nostalgic, fading memories
That used to flow in small streams
No matter whether one listens or not
She used to talk ,things familiar to me
Like writing passages and reciting lines
It ended as my tears stopped rolling
A better time would dawn in my life
The lost words would reverberate 
Again in my untamed lips sometime.

© Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai 
Berhampur, Orissa, India 
prasannakumardalai14@gmail.com

Sunday, March 17, 2024

Come Back, a Poem by Muhammad Rahal

May the heart guide you 
God willing, I will answer your question,

You don't want
The woman who loves you will miss you,

If he has money, he can share with you,

You have time that tempts you 
Thank you always 
My dear!

There is an honorable place for you 
Your love is my whole life,

Your beauty and your eyes enchanted me 
There is a lover,

It's like 
I'm lost in your love 
I hope to see you,

You've been gone for a long time 
What is the point of missing? 

you will come back? 

I wished to live with you and your children 
You are my love always,

Come back!

© Muhammad Rahal
Tebessa Province, Algeria 
hama.1922.3.18@gmail.com

I WOULDN’T KNOW…, A POEM BY ANGELA KOSTA

I don’t know if you resemble lost time, lost within life’s enchanting mystery, futilely encountering silent memories, desperately embracing ...