arms control balance
two eyes coordinate view
always double check

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

اگر وابستگی من به خواهرم کم بشود
خودم را می کشم
...من او را دوست دارم

behind the white cloud
unoticeable rays
silently moving to bring sunshine
sweet devotee
dissolving melancholy
all sweet breeze

Jean C Bertrand

Wearing lenses at night
Demanding her stars at dawn
I was playing with my doll
Making love may be...
But my eye hadn't ****** organs !!!

شب ها لنز می گذارد
صبح ها ستاره هایش را می خواهد
من با عروسکم
همبازی بودم
...یا هم آغوشی
!!! چشمان من که عضو جنسی نداشته اند

night after night
greeting the pale clouds
multitude of stars
celestial army angels sky

night after night
leading to another laughter
affection easygoing breeze
rainbows of the night

night after night
beginning a new story
the wisdom of the night
Unfading fragrance

by Jean C Bertrand

Flirting rain
Catching my eyes
The wind movement
Bursting into tears
O sweet purple eyes
Follow the fountain
O my being beauty
Quenching for love
A king kneeling in the name of love heaven trembling
Causing rivers to follow
Steady rain soften the heart
Waiting for sunshine

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

Short feet
Thin pants
Leaving my hair elastic some where
You laugh
Its sky wasn't hot

پاهایم کوتاه بود
شلوارم لاغر
کش سرم جا می ماند
تو می خندی
آسمانش گرم نبود

please do not forget me
i entrust to you my earrings

خواهش می کنم من را فراموش نکنید
...من گوشواره هایم را به شما می سپارم

an eternal memory by the sea shore
imprinted footsteps with tenderness
portrait portrait portrait
unforgettable momentum

Jean C Bertrand

Language is dynamic...
My language is alone...
Language is not alone...

God loves you so much
God loves your laughs
My eyes are the greensward
under the rain of...
Oh...
I had forgotten you have eyes
with smiling dandelions...

خداوند خیلی شما را دوست دارد
خداوند خنده های شما را دوست دارد
چشمان من سبزه زاریست
...در بارانی از
...آخ
یادم نبود چشمان شما
قاصدک دارند
...که می خندند

i just can not see all the joy and energy...

origami...
within each fold
a memory

Written by
Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy

A poet
Needs a pure heart
Backing all sentiments and negative energy
Evil thoughts of tarnishing
One's reputation

A poet needs a pure heart
burning unending flames of love,
peace and unity

As he sprouts his words
As a plant growing
in the vineyard of men

Plants never dies
words never dies
Words are immortal
so is a poet

Dying in sadness is abundance muse in joy
Gradually we all shall empty ourselves into
The basket that contains a lot of water

Giving us milky way as our soul faced our body
It gets a lasting rest in this a pure heart I so incline
To be one with the Great Architect of universe

Written by
Martin Ijir

home from the war
the phantom arm reaches
for lilacs

Written by
Earl Keener

strings of light
through the branches
the smell of charcoal

Written by
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

Sometimes we try too hard to put smiles on people's face, only to discover our self is full of unhappiness

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

Angel, let not your heart be heavy, even if your sadness are high as
mountain Everest, never mind, God is higher than even Kilimanjaro

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

A groggy momentum
Strawberry moon
Anonymous wind
Fearing the ocean
Foggy windows
Lost the birds

by
Jean C Bertrand

Being (silent/dim) at evenings
from the this mountaintop
Waiting for the singing image of the burning orb
Turned to the pathway of memories.
In a handful of wheat
There's another hand
A trenchant hilt
-like the diving of a hawk into the cloud-
Yeah
This is the way humans are.
Some people
Plant their seeds
in the rivers and the seas
as it doesn't grow,
Getting futilely
fatigued
in this fighting
against the rivers and the seas for years.
Some others, some sullen ones
standing in the rivers and seas
with the seeds in their hands,
They don't plant
The expect of the growth in that
wet trembling fingers turns to an *****.
They have been futilely
fatigued
in a fight against those they see as
spellbound foolish ones for years.
In me but there exists
a clever
depressed taciturn
scientist, knows all that can not
be done as the stone doesn't
know all that can be done.
This way
I know that all the rivers
in the world are fierce and spiteful
They even take away the corpus
of the plants and old trees.
Don't be deceived by their purl.
Giving them wheat ?!!
No
No wheat grains in trembling hands.
A man a knowing one should go
to the alp
Giving the wheat to the cloud.
The cloud
is the calm heavenly water
And it should know about the
melody of the sun
A trenchant sword is ready to harvest.
It comes back home, proud of
knowing with the glory of an
armful wheat
For the children's hand not being
empty of wheat.
The cloud of the grain field is
now a little far away from me
It may be arrived near my home
Surely my wife's arms would
smell as new baked bread when I
come back home.

Written by
Keikavoos Yakideh

The sky always has the sun
As I see my sister's eyes
in big bubbles...

آسمان همیشه خورشید دارد
که من در حباب های بزرگ
...چشم های خواهرم را می بینم

Take my heart to the moon
I'll be there I'll be right there
Romantic passion night
Chemistry of night
Bouquets of beauteous roses
At heaven's gate
Waiting for you

Take me before solitude
Let my heart lead the way to the moon
Eagle's eye watching the mystery
Kisses evening romantic essence
Its fragrance illuminating heart dancing
Now I can fly with grandeur
Will you fly with tenderness

Rivers breath sparkling the night
Summers friendly flowers glowing
With pleasure of the rain
A heart filled with love
O take me take me tonight
The stars will shine our hearts
Let my heart takes you to the moon

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

A PHILOSOPHER DO COMPROMISE WHEN THE WIND BLOWS

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

They say we need to hope
Well I am living for now
And praying for a favorable future...

Joey Percival Ikechukwu

The world is a beautiful place
To live and die
Anything contrary to this is a lie
There is no abundant life on earth

Written by
Martin Ijir

They say Africa has got no history
They know how to tell the story

by Joey Percival Ikechukwu

آب روشن است
هوا روشن است
خورشید روشن خواهد شد
خط های زیادی را می بینم
...شاخه ها طولانیست
روسری ها بادها را می کشند
خنده های من دراز می شوند
خنده های من زرد می شوند
دو لپ گل دارند
دو زن بار دارند
...سه زن می خندند
یک مادر
دو خواهر
سه خواهر
...گوش هایت در طراحی بزرگ است
دستانم به پستان گاو نمی خورد
همیشه از نقطه های قهوه ای شیر می آید
بابا
مامان باشد
مامان
لباس های آبی مادرم یاسمن یادش هست
نانا آب می خورد
دست هایش بلند است
عروس است
خواهری عروس است
خواهری عروس می شود
مادری عروس می شود
مادربزرگی عروس خواهد بود
مادربزرگی عروسک خواهد بود
عروسکی خواهد بود
عروس خواهد بود
خواهر من
تو همان دختری بودی
که فردا سینه ای داری
من مردی خواهم شد
که می تواند کودکی داشته باشد
ماماشه
باباشه
نی نی شه

dripping leaves...
her side of the park bench
still warm

Written by
Kanchan Chatterjee

The floral curtains are purple
They've made black eyes from
their yellow feet
I'll be beautiful...
I walk...
Jasmines grow in every house
I love the smell of the mother's
delicious food in every house
I love to be beautiful
I love my hair to be black
Trees, branches, the green leaves
are golden necklace
under the sun
and I don't know in which house I lost my
childish innocence voice !?

پرده های گل دار بنفش است
از پاهای زردشان
چشم های سیاه  بافته اند
...من زیبا می شوم
...راه می روم
از هر خانه ای گل یاسمن می روید
بوی غذاهای خوشمزه ی مادرها را
از هر خانه دوست دارم
من دوست دارم زیبا باشم
من دوست دارم موهایم سیاه باشد
درخت ها
شاخه ها
برگ های سبز
در خورشید
گردنبند طلایی است
و من نمی دانم
صدای معصومیت کودکانه ام
در کدام خانه گم شد !؟

Mummy with long hair
The sun white
I had been laughing
My hands in her hands too small

موهای مادرم بلند بود
خورشید سفید افتاده است
من خندیده بودم
...دست هایم در دستش کوچک بود

a falling flower
at times silence
makes noise

Written by
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

The chair is sighing
The walls walking
The mirror feeling sick of my ugly face
That curtains are annoying too
I don't see the window in the
silence that chocks the sparrow
The trees has made me a prison
My dreams are long
Longer than the shadows and
with their lappets I'll sew a dress
Its buttons up to my eyes
An afraid balloon may be plays
with the hands of a child in the
distance
And the victim would be a lady
tomorrow letting go all her
childhood in hands of the wind
I look at my future
1- I love to be in the arms of a man
In the hands has not touched any
woman's *******
2- I see a pregnant lady coming
down the stairs not thinking of
her tomorrow
lullabying for the dolls
-I've forgotten all the names of my dolls-
3- I have a child
tying her shoelaces
Taking her warm hands
I can't say how much I love her even in my eyes
Backing home from a daily shopping,
she sings with her childish voice passing through
the alleys
4- I'm old
Mum and dad are not with me anymore
They had to go
The photo frames, just excuses
for touching my memories
The chair is still sighing
The walls walking and
It's just me
Dead this time

صندلی آه می کشد
دیوارها راه می روند
آینه
از زشتی صورتم
استفراغ می کند
پرده ها هم مزاحم اند
پنجره را نمی دیدم
در آن سکوتی که گنجشک را خفه کرد
درختان
زندان را برایم ساخته اند
مدتیست
خواب هایم از سایه ها
بلند تر می شوند
با دنباله اش
لباسی خواهم دوخت
که دکمه هایش از چشمانم
بسته شوند
از دور
شاید
بادبادکی
-هراسان-
در دستان دختر بچه ای همبازی می شد
فردا
قربانی خانمی خواهد بود
که تمام کودکی هایش را با باد
رها می سازد
به آینده ام نگاه می کنم
1- دوست دارم
در آغوش مردی باشم
که دستانش
سینه های زنی را لمس نکرده اند
2- زنی باردار را می دیدم
که از پله ها پایین می آمد
بی آنکه به فردایش بیندیشد
برای عروسک ها لالایی می خواند
-من اسم تمام عروسک هایم را فراموش کرده ام-
3- کودکی دارم
بند کفش هایش را می بندم
دستان گرمش را می گیرم
حتی با چشمانم هم
نمی توانم بگویم
چقدر دوستش دارم
از کوچه ها می گذریم
با صدای بچه گانه اش
شعر می خواند و
از خرید روزانه
به خانه برمی گردیم
4- پیر شده ام
دیگر پدرومادرم در کنارم نیستند
آن ها هم باید می رفتند
قاب عکس ها بهانه اند
تا خاطراتم را نوازش کنم
هنوز
صندلی آه می کشد
دیوارها راه می روند
فقط منم
که این بار مرده بودم

All by the river
Wait wait wait...
O rainbow my sweet goddess
Is the sun singing tonight
Singing a melodious tune
Tune of radiant smile beneath celestial moon
Smile at heart o sweet magnanimous rainbow sky
Up to the moon tonight
Nonviolent wind delight
Passion of the night so bright
Is the sun singing tonight
I'll be waiting by the river

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

A true revolutionary
Does not brings blood
To his people
Rather he brings blood
Of self sacrifice in other his people to live in peace

Written by
Martin Ijir

a cantique of deliverance in the forest
when the wind blows
dance dance green leaves

Jean C Bertrand

===========================

I am gift for you
Use me as you desire, burn
Or Urn forever

by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Feelings change values
What is a diamond for you
Is a stone for me

Written by
Faheem Jawaid

================================
You wrote so many poems without signing them,
And I have signed every poem which I wrote here

Your thoughts were open, no gate, no lock no bolt
My poems were imprisoned within walls of words

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

=========
for a little while
you saw pain but
I see will power and
determination to survive
with my incandescent wand
of virginity, respect and reverence
in my blooming adolescence
catching time to trade every tomorrow

Written by
Jawahar Gupta

=============================================

War memorials
Statues of Peace face rage from
dawn to night daily


Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Soury water flow
Ceaseless tears last till death days
I die a millionth living years
Lesion of wound reddish show

I am a victim of war relic
Can't you see, my burnt house
My pair of rag clothe
My battered ink of ignorance

Queuing for a feed
Begging for a drink
**** in a homeless bridge
Conscripted as a child soldier

Can't you see, I am the war relic ?
Voice of refugees status I am
Rebel to my homeland I run
Deprived by mortal quest for power

Politics of hatred wash me to bank of ocean
Can't you see I have one arm, one eye, one embroidery parts
Can't you see am a victim of power mongers
I have foolishly support their quest

I have shouted for the nuke to be test
Justifying their foolish context
they ran away to have a succor of rest
When the war bullet penetrate the wall

I am decorated as a zeroed hero
Holding crutches leaping like a dog
So bad I am abandoned in a refugee camp
Can't you see I am the worst victim of war with relatives buried and burned
with fire of sand and the gods watch without intervention

by
Martin Ijir

==========
hot
balloons
rise
high
watch
beauty
grows

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

=====================
When fragrant flowers
climb your outside the window
perfect couple weds

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Come on everyone it is time to go
For our soul will face eternity song
As our strength waxes in pain
We have to be a garland in other's throng
As foxes devour our eyes as did lion

Come on everyone it is time to go
Where social strata and color
Of our skin does not matter
For our religion is buried on the marsh
In this our strength makes us fresh

Come on everyone it is time to go
For our dress shall become sullen as a snow
The best company is strange faces we befriend now
As familiar faces envy my mosaic prowess
As the disregard my plan and hinder the progress

As they stay aback in the land of slavery
For we have no place to reside but be in liberty
Our chrysalis body wipe the blood from our palms
As we sing redemptive songs as David psalms
Come on everyone it is time to go

We shall march in the wilderness of joy
Sweating in sorrow as we build our city
For our wall is build for humanity sake
We solely deserved this without water or cake
Come on everyone it is time to go

We have found a new land
Where God reside with love
For our soul will sing eternity songs
A songs that are undying as hallelujah hymns
Wherewithal our body becomes as cave

Our lips shall sing till earth's evil wall crumble down
For the water shall baptised us as crystal gem
Our dying hope shall grow like date Palm
As stars shall show us the path at night we won't be drown
Come on everyone it is time to go

For moon will provide meal at the day
The magic others abstain shall we practised
The wisdom our father's deprived shall we embraced
For our land shall waxed as honey everyday
Come on everyone it is time to go

A paradise of love our land nourish
Spreading its wings as eagle unleash
Eating the spoils that will habits our land
As peace spray so all embraced
Come on everyone it is time to go

We have found a new land
Where our soul will face eternity song
As our strength waxes in pain
Our social strata and color does not matter
Come on everyone it is time to go

Written by
Martin Ijir

================================
And once the storm is over,
you won't remember
how you made it through
A fool hath no delight
in understanding,
but that his heart may
discover itself,
The words of a
man's mouth are as deep waters,
and the wellspring
of wisdom as a flowing brook

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

============================================================
Ther­e are many a thing I have wanted to know about myself
How the Sky of my body dissolves in the classic books of self

How my mind and brain spectrum is better than someone else
When I will do what I think and why I want to do or just be self

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

The smell of the apple's body...
🍎🌼

The sun... ☀️

Dry smell of unripe persimmons
🍅🍁 🍅🍁☘

Among the buttons of my dress...

Folding the sun... ☀️
On the clothesline...
Like The whiteness of the Childhood hands...
🌼🌼🌼

A cloud, ☁️
At the top of the mountain...
⛰              ☁️🎈☁️☁️🎈

I'm the length of
the spike wheat... 🌾
And your eyes...
The time of harvesting...
🌾🌾🌾

spring equinox, ☘🌸
half the blossoms
already fallen...
I'm in love with a man
From May... ☘☘☀️☘
The sky was bluer than ever...
آسِمآن آبي تر از هَمیشه بُود...
  And I remember all the peach blossoms...
و مَن تَمآمِ شِکُوفِه هآيِ هُلو را به خآطِر دآرَم...
That golden glitter in your eyes...
آن بَرقِ رُوشَنِ چَشم هآیَت...

" You smell like the dust
and all blue jasmines...! "

And I always want spring...
وَ مَن دُوست دآرَم هَمیشه بَهآر بآشَد...
When the bud blooms...
زَمآني کِه شِکُوفِه گُل مي دَهَد...

Blue slickers,
Children growing
In the rain...
💧💧💧

After seeing the red carnations ....
The dream of the
White breaths of a lily flower
In the old days of a man...

Being by your side,
Still carrying
The aroma of
Cherry blossoms...
🌸🍒 🌸🍒☘
Your forehead, All the fig trees...
🍑🌳🌳🍑🌳 🌳🌳🌳 ☘🍑

My hand, dropping you
Into the sky... 🎈
Will we get to the summer?
And I don't ask anymore...
Why does my cancerous mother lose her hair?
Why am I not pregnant?
Not feeling the fetus kicking in my womb...
My dress is not blue...?!
After Saadat Abad Street...
At that time,
When my mother's lily petals,
Falling down
On the iranian carpet...


You have been...!
بُودِه اي...!

Your hair,
Smelling like the sun...
The taste of sweet summer cherries,
Still dancing in the aroma of your eyes...
And brightly colored lilac curtains in your room ...
putting a glass on your table.
The air,
Moving the clouds in your chest...

The light is on...!
The curtain, allows light to enter...

" My Jasmine...!? "
" I love you..."  ( With the sound of laughter ) "

Your voice,
Was a rainbow... 🌈
If the sound was colored...

You are a river...
passing through
my neck...
I have fallen...
Near the daffodil flowers in your eyes...
I will become a thousand small fish...
A thousand trembling goldfish in the pond...
🐟🌊 🐟🐟🐟🌊 🐟🌊

" Oh that blue whirligig!!!
The yellow....!
And the pink one...!
I'm seeing those shiny whirligigs
of your childhood... "
What was the sound of your blowing like?
Your eyes,
giving a thousand colors and memories...

You are floating...
passing through the sound of a woman's laughter...
I will never wear a wedding dress...
To paint on its whites...
I have no child !!!

Oh september!
The end of colored paper...
And the beginning of the blue sun...
You are my mother's breast cancer...
That Growing inside of me...
I thought I was pregnant...
Last night !!!
Touching the curvature of my belly...
From the top of my white knickers
With its bright pink flowers...
When my mother's scarf turns to twenty-nine years old again!

" My Jasmine...?! "
" I love you... "

In illusion,
The voice of a woman...
Calling you...
From afar...

You have reached near the window...
Looking at me...
turning to you...
White lace dress...
Laughter In The Sun....
☀️
From the sound of which woman's laughter, am I reaching to you now?
In your ear,
I become a thousand voices...
The play of the sun's rays, On the tip of my brown *******, getting hot...

Closing my eyes...
I always think If I was blind, How could I understand that  the sound of the sea is blue?!
The leaves of the trees are green!?
In glitter...
In the melancholy of the golden leaves of May...
Your face, dancing
Among the glitter of golden winds ...
And the grape leaf,☘
Greeting me...

Thinking of you...
From afar...
How are your hands moving?!
Does my mother's earrings have the yellowness of the sunflowers?
🌻🌻
Every sound,
becoming your voice...
Now...
Cheese crystals...
Pieces of barbari bread on the table...
The pungent odor of tangerine,
In my mother's hands...
And a tomato...

Why is it blue in the skies
And the night times are filled with cries
We fall in love with the sweetest thing we've seen
And they erase and go away like the wind
What is our sin ?
If we keep our faith on God
And we still see our tears gushing like the sea

Why ?
Why do we build sand castles to live in
Only for it to rain and wash it away
Why do we never grow old with good things

Why ?
Why do we have to give our hearts
To the wrong people
And the right people exists
When we make the decisions to stay happy
Only to build an empire of tears

Why ?
Why do it have to hurt to get to you
Why does it have to be bottles
Everytime agonies sounds like melodies...

Joey Percival Ikechukwu