sky azure...
vivacious kites
no letters

Written by
Godhooli Dinesh

When my hands were feeling
jealous of the fondling of the grain field,
I was being satisfied by each tree
Thinking of water...
It has free thought
I love my always naked body in it

وقتی دستانم
به نوازش گندم زار
حسادت می کرد
من با هر درختی ارضاء می شدم
...می اندیشم به آب
فکری آزاد دارد
تن همیشه لختم را درآن دوست دارم

violent winds howling
coconut palms dance salsa
the moon does not wink

Written by
Keng Pin Toh

خنده هایش آبیست
مادرم دریا بود

her smiles are blue
my mom was sea...

I want you to raise your hands to the sky and prayer ''OH GOD PLEASE MAKE ME A MIRACLE WHERE THERE IS WANT, LACK AND DEBACLE''

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

Jawahar Gupta :
Why are you so sad, Yasaman Johari ?

Yasaman Johari : i don't know my kind grandfather,,,,your heart is so beautiful

We're passing
Passing through the long narrow roads
Together
Like a skirt with odorless tulips
On a bike
You are pedaling
My chin closed to your shoulders
I want to yell in your ear
I don't like my childhood
But you
The marry go round 's still
rounding in your eyes
Like the memory of the grilled maize
Hot and sweet
I turn
my back leaning on yours
Looking at the sky
The sun loosing its light on each tree one by one
And I ask :
The grandma hasn't told any
stories for a long time, has she ?
-no answer heard-
And you keep on pedaling
And I
Always suffering from the pain of ******
Send my regards to the crows
and tell them that the scarecrows
are not alone they just play roles
My doll has been sleeping since
the last time I heard my voice
-Lullabies matched with her dancing-
Say more
I'm happy
cos I put my head on the pillow
smelling my odor at night
-I'm happy-



می گذریم
با هم می گذریم
از جاده هایی باریک و بلند
چون دامنی که نقش لاله های بی عطر و بو را دارد
بر چرخی نشسته ایم
تو پا می زدی
چانه ام به شانه هایت نزدیک است
می خواهم در گوشت فریاد بزنم
کودکی هایم را دوست ندارم
ولی تو
هنوز در چشمانت
چرخ و فلک می چرخد
چون خاطره ی بلال ها
...داغ و شیرین
برمی گردم
در حالی که پشتم به تو تکیه داده است
به آسمان نگاه می کنم
خورشید
تک به تک
از درختان جا می افتد
)) : و سؤال می کنم
مدتیست که دیگر مادربزرگ قصه نمی گوید !!؟
هان !؟
-پاسخی نشنیدم-
تو به راهت ادامه می دهی و
من
همیشه از درد پریود رنج می بردم
از قول من
به کلاغان سلام برسان
و به آن ها بگو
مترسک ها تنها نیستند
خوب نقش بازی می کنند
از آخرین باری که صدایم را شنیدم
عروسکم به خواب می رفت
-لالایی هایی که با رقصیدنش کوک شده بود-
و باز هم بگو
خوشحالم
وقتی شب ها موقع خواب
سرم را روی بالشتی می گذارم
که بوی مرا می دهد
-خوشحالم-

life lie on meaningless mattress
massage by greed fellow
whose notions to riches is to drain the water that flow
whatever source divine wills' it
life is meaningless
when all secrets you want to acquire end
why live on...for misery and loneliness tears your heart apart
brew of beers you seek solace at
as you dig your grave in a particular position you so desire
lying in your coffin waiting for death to pass by
techniques of greatness smiles at your mind
what is the importance of mastery your craft ?
misery torn one heart in dismay
death wish one whilst to rest his soul
life is a meaningless
journey to tread upon
umami taste of gorse pathways
lead one to unsatisfied pleasure
unhappiness devours one day
as sadness of breath circle one sun
preferring to give your body as a toy to dust

Written by
Martin Ijir

My naked eyes are restless
Glance at the darken world
Fallen sky frighten ocean
Spring don't give in
The heart stumbling
Waiting for summer

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

last night i kissed my sister's hands...

Extra kisses at dawn in the strawberry moon
Celestial wellness
Splendourous greetings

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

wall of fog
built-up seclusion
illusion

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

I take the grass in my hands
My mom was wearing a blue
patterned dress as she was
pregnant
Her hair was black
Her eyes are black
And I love the smell of the rice
she cooks everyday

من چمن ها را در دست هایم می گیرم
مادرم وقتی حامله بود
لباس آبی طرح دارش را می پوشید
موهایش مشکی بود
چشم هایش سیاه است
و من بوی برنجی که هر روز صبح
مادرم درست می کند
...دوست دارم

noon heat
even a fish in the brook
staying in a shadow

Written by
Tomislav Maretic

Abadan was small those days
Maybe my mother doesn't remember
Dolls dream too
In her flower designed skirt
She doesn't like the war
The sky of Isfahan is not blue
Doesn't know any dolls with
blossomed eyes
I wanted my red shoes
Mom
You take the weapon this time
Since it's not the war of Jasmine's eyes
It doesn't smell as Eglantines do
Demanding heads
A shining star in his open eyes
The sky of Isfahan is not blue
The city of turquoise domes
and livid mosques
The resonance of the song of
Azan at noon through those high skies
That doesn't know my mother
You just saw them as stars
Their skies are so high for wishes to reach
The city of the livid dames is said to be beautiful...
Your laughs were beautiful those days
This city
Doesn't know my mother
Her Abadan was so small


آبادان آن موقع کوچک بود
شاید مادرم یادش نمی آمد
عروسک ها هم خواب می بینند
دامنش طرحی گل دار را دارد
جنگ را دوست ندارد
اصفهان آسمانش آبی نیست
عروسکی نمی شناسد
... که چشمانش تازه شکوفه کرده
من کفش های قرمزام را می خواستم
مامان
این بار تو سلاح دستت بگیر
که جنگ
چشمان یاسمن نیست
بوی نسترن ها را نمی دهد
باز
سر می خواهند
چشم هایش باز
ستاره ای در گوشه ی چشمش بدرخشد
اصفهان آسمانش آبی نیست
شهر گنبدهای فیروزه ای
مسجدهای کبود
پیچش اذان های ظهر در آن آسمان های بلند
مادرم را نمی شناسد
که تو آن ها را ستاره می دیدی
آسمان هاشان بلند اند
آرزوها نمی رسند
شهر گنبدهای فیروزه ای
...که می گویند زیباست
خنده های تو در آن موقع زیبا بود
این شهر
مادرم را نمی شناسد
آبادانش
خیلی کوچک بود

Words flare my eyes
My eyes stare at you
Rising above like steam
You're the one I dream of

Written by
Martin Ijir

injured souls and minds
chasing dreams not of this world
battered and lonely

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

a drops from heaven
breaks the clouds
murky sap of tobacco stain
one's heart
petals of leaves open their hands in joy
love that we share fall as tides
suddenly, my presence fill her heart
filling a vacuum that she wish i filled
as she promise to wait for me
in the void
as i reciprocate
flowers of beauty, i adorn her as dove
heaven betrothed love my heart gives in return
ophir of rings resides in her heart
as it clings, music of love dances in her heart
as i cloaks her with royal regalia dress
violent of satin-reds walked her to the seat of my soul
where endless flames of love burn slowly

Written by
Martin Ijir

I didn't buy flowers this morning
I don't have a smile
I see an old man in the green masses
His hair's white under the sun
This means...
I'm feeling bad!!!

امروز صبح
گل نخریدم
لبخند ندارم
در حجم هایی سبز
پیرمردی را می بینم
که موهایش در خورشید سفید است
...یعنی
!!! حال من دارد بد می شود

The sun laughing in the sky
The girl putting on her blue dress
Taking her doll's left hands
With a red skirt
A house beyond the redness
Raise your hands
I want to see whose hands are colored
The water color laughing on TV
A man singing in the water
''Sit down.  Stand up . Laugh
ha ha ha !!!
Open your hands
Close your hands
Now sit down. Stand up. Laugh
ha ha ha !!!
Open your hands
Close your hands ''

خورشید در آسمان می خندد
دختری لباس آبی اش را می پوشد
دست چپ عروسک اش را می گیرد
دامنش قرمز بود
خانه ای در پشت قرمز بود
دست هایت را بالا بگیر
می خواهم ببینم
!!! دست های چه کسی رنگی بود
آبرنگ در تلویزیون می خندد
مرد در آب می گوید
حالا
بشین
پاشو
بخند
هاااا
...دستات و باز کن و ببند
حالا
بشین
پاشو
بخند
هاااا
...دستات و باز کن و ببند

piercingly cold
stepping on my dead wife's comb
in the bedroom

Written by
Yosa Buson

until now i had not seen the beautiful laughing,,,

...من تا به حال خنده هایی به این زیبایی ندیده بودم

Today is my mom's birthday
I bought her golden floral earrings
Her earrings, white
My eyes, white
Her womanly body, white
Having nothing
Me
My mom
My grandma
And my sister
Will have wedding dresses
Elephants have big testicles too


امروز تولد مادرم است
من گوشواره های طلایی گل دار برایش خریدم
گوشواره هایش سفید بود
چشمان من سفید بود
اندام زنانه اش سفید است
...هیچی ندارد
من
مادرم
مادربزرگم
و خواهرم
لباس عروس خواهیم داشت
فیل هم بیضه های بزرگ دارد

With my naked eyes
I look at the earth
My physical being
Crying for mercy
My spiritual spirit
Has spoken
A divine tongue
Nothing new
under the sun
It's been written

Jean C Bertrand

I dreamed last night
My earrings were lost
I did not scream...

دیشب خواب دیدم
گوشواره هایم گم شد
...فریاد نزدم

i do not like to talk...i do not like to judge...
although i could be beautiful...

...دوست ندارم حرف بزنم...دوست ندارم قضاوت کنم
...با این که می توانستم زیبا باشم

river...
our shifting
reflections

Written by
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

so sad
that love
torn our
world apart
causing
whirlwind
that makes
our heart
fuse as one

Written by
Martin Ijir

smiley sun shines
her image fill my spirit
carnality ****** my soul avouch
an intricate night our soul intersects
distance become not a barrier
for I am the waves to sail her through
for she is the wind to make the waves flow
together we are the four elements that make the universe

Written by
Martin Ijir

thick solemn silence
dozens of flag draped coffins
lining the tarmac
_

echoes of summer
shell casings
in a folded flag

life's frivolities
rationality out once
protocols stifle

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

Shadow of yesterday
Creates today
In joy
Making man
to live for a day
And die on a day

Written by
Martin Ijir

I remember that spring
That summer
I was asked for color
You have forgotten your gloves...

یادم می آمد
آن بهار را
آن تابستان را
از من می خواستند رنگ بزنم
...دستکش هایت یادت نبود

Our story comes to its end
But the craw didn't reach the nest
I wish my sister had legs

قصه ی ما به سر رسید
کلاغه به خونش نرسید
من دوست داشتم خواهرم پا داشته باشد

دوست دارم در خیابان ها برقصم
تو لب هایت را به من بده
من گوشواره هایم را می آویزم

i like to dance in the streets
give me your lips
i can hang my earrings

good morning
good afternoon
good evening
good night
all across the sea
always remember
the poem inside of you
can change the world
it's time to express
it's time to share
it's time to speak for
the voice of voicelessness

thank you for your contribution
the almighty God will bless you
starting from here to there
blessings blessings blessings

Jean C Bertrand

Troublesome world
Barriers stopping the sweet breeze
Ignorance is killing the earth
Avaricious souls stopping the wind

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

The pictures on watercolors
seems happy
My mom's scarves don't dance
with me...

تصویر آبرنگ ها شاد است
...روسری های مادرم با من نمی رقصند

I don't miss the person, i miss the memories
And anything i remember the memories, it hurts to know that memories are
meant to die and become history

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

dried rose petals
after fifty years
scented memories

Written by
Ardelle Ray

My mum was a bride
I love her umbilical cord
I didn't hear her laughing as she was a kid
People shout, I don't know why
Mummy......Jasmine...
I don't know if
sleeping ones are dead or alive ?!!!


مادرم عروس بود
من بند ناف مادرم را دوست دارم
وقتی که کودک بود
صدای خنده های مادرم را نشنیدم
نمی دانم چرا آدم ها جیغ می کشند
...مامان من.....یاسمن
نمی دانم وقتی آدم ها می خوابند
مرده اند یا زنده !!!؟

i will fall again
i do not know the secret of fading flowers...

من باز هم سقوط خواهم کرد
...راز پژمردن گل ها را نمی دانم

in the pink room
i left my water-colors

secret illusions
the aurora borealis
our skies warped rainbow

Written by
Nina Grace

After  
 I
Die
I
Will
Dance
With
My
Baby Dolls,,,,,


بعد از آنکه بمیرم
...با عروسک هایم خواهم رقصید

لباس های کودکان زیبا است
...گرگ ها دنبال پروانه ها می دوند

children's clothes are beautiful
wolves are running towards butterflies....

As we stroll down to mountain
The peak glows with azure love
As we discuss what the future enwraps
I fall asleep on your arms

Written by
Martin Ijir

Hello.
Autumn
The sequence of my illusion
comes to you
Even if it doesn't, do not tell me

Written by
Keikavoos Yakideh