Love is the cure
In vain the wind stretches out long palms,
he cannot touch the sun.
And then furious,
muddy storms uncalms,
whirlwinds over questions he turns...
The rain is coming,
to quench his anger,
to cover it all with purifying water.
Finally comes the perfect rainbow,
and the wind falls in love with her ...
silence in the quarter...
Dessy Tsvetkova, Bulgaria
******
Where God is, even the tallest
Weeds are beautiful and fit into
His Plan. Do not be afraid…Just
Be AWARE. Do not be fearful
About tomorrow. The LORD of
All History is already there.
Garry Oliver, USA
******
Satan’s War Domain
Solid hardened spirits with concrete bodies
Fly everywhere leaving their hideous bloody
Marks on this passing world without hope
Sturdy dreams any longer. There is no solid
Belief…simple trust that a Holy God of Love
Really exists in this OUR naturalistic world
Where we faithless animals will simply
Progress into another futile stage of killing
As senseless time moves eon beyond eon.
February 2022
Garry Oliver, USA
******
"HOLD MY HAND"
Hold my hand and never let go
I'll tell you, I love you so
This feeling that I have for you
Genuine, unconditional, it's true!
Hold my hand, make it tight
Together hand in hand, we will fight
For our love that blossoms each day
It shines, it's contageous, people around say
Hold my hand, show our love
Flex it to the heavens above
Liaise with the love of our creator
That's both our goal, even before
Hold my hand, my sweet honeypie
Savor the promised love 'till we die
This feelings we had will last forever
And we both understand it, we promised together.
Bernadith de la Cruz, Philippines
******
FULL OF LOVE
In the eternal garden
Dancing wind
Giving dreams a thousand promises
I see the world
Become a gem
Hug with love
in humans
: There is no ray of hatred for being different.
******
BEYOND THE HORIZON
A world hidden behind an invisible curtain,
The untouchable distant infinite horizon.
Beautiful mother earth and the azure,
Myriads of hues and fascinating grandeur.
An eternal endless, immeasurable view,
Nature painted the canvas with vivid hue.
Who knows what lies beyond the horizon?
It's a trip, not a destination.
Beyond the horizon, there are lots of mystery,
Where dreams meet with fantasy.
What is beyond the horizon that I can't see?
Its path ends at infinity.
Perhaps it will be more beautiful than our imagination,
Everything in the world is God's unique creation.
Deepti Shakya, India
******
AN AMIABLE SOULMATE
Tomorrow,
I will fall in love again,
when I can feel my heart,
kissed by morning bliss,
and children happily playing around
Today,
I am on travelling with my soul,
to the darkness to fill it up
with light torch,
a freezing scars,
like a frightened child standing on the corner,
into the light
come to feel in love again.
Last time,
I visited the home of time,
alone with many tickling minutes
how the time needs to be recovered,
to find his beats in dim light of truth,
bittersweet feelings will fade,
till the tranquility remain in his calm throne.
Tomorrow,
I will visit the home of love
again,
to nurture him in the new time
of life shall be proclaimed,
shall be elated.
Yes, I will fall in love again
tomorrow,
wherever and whenever
time is an amiable soulmate.
Emmelia M, Indonesia
******
It’s so good
It’s so good
to touch with my gaze
the vastness of the sky blue
in your eyes.
To hold shooting stars
in our arms.
Plunging hands
into a sea wave
(finding a pearl of hope)
There are still more
unsung dawns.
I wait for you
like the lips of a flower
wait
For a honeybee.
Like the dry riverbed
begs for a raindrop.
"a pinch of dream".
Emma - Emilija Vasiljević Pula-Croatia
Translated by Alex Arsich Pula-Croatia
******
SOMETIMES IT CAN BE UNDONE
For patience insufferably
paddle-whacked into programmable
retractable remission
I extend reverence
For that kind of patience
bears the stitch marks
of martyrdom
planted
within
like a bomb
A slogan extracted on command
for example-hunters scaling both sides
of the grass
Serene handles on a remote
circumstance
feel hopelessly greasy
as trifles are claimed
in the name of non
canonical causes
Precious approaches of distinct instincts
are not recyclable
What their game demands
is the draw
played somewhere
between chess and chicken
A woman weighing what a duck weighs
to substantiate witch hunts
Ugly ones
Only non-compensatory pockmarks
can come of their kind
It’s that kind of patience
peddled as deliciously sacred
It’s how the consensus defines
a collective unconscious
Mind the power crouching in
their penchant
for blurring collection
and consumption
Medusa had something worth living for
over the rallying cries
declaring her murder no sin.
Steven Fortune, Canada
******
The Blue Aparajita
My words fade away slowly
on the faltering staircases.
There is a half eaten moon on my table top or a yolk of desire.
I do not know.
Living is a sin, I know.
Like the blue letter, the glasses red I have left them all behind
waiting to embrace death on the cliff.
Something holds me, someone who waits for me Asalam Walekum,
I greet her in the emptiness,
I do not know.
The mute tree stares at my distress from afar, often looks at my sky of desire.
It is yet another night, unbearable night.
I had always wanted to vanish into nowhere.
They have wilted themselves somehow
away from life's drudgeries.
I do not know.
My words fade away slowly.
The blue Aparajita survives in these creases.
I do not know.
Sayan Boks, India
-Translated by Chandril Chattopadhyay
******
Еpoch of feelings
Feeling ..
An epoch ..
Weight of the soul
in silent unrest ..
Sweet taste
of love ..
As it grows,
spreads through the blood ..
In the heart aspiration
Obsession ...
Thread longing
like a bird ..
Through trembling
in lust ..
Time
through its non-existence
In fragility
of a sweet kiss ..
In the center
of his being ..
In nature
of existence ...
Gordana Andonovska, Macedonia
******
COME
I don't know how I got lost here.
A girl from the South in the cold North,
I was looking forward to a sunny day.
I wore the most beautiful fluttering dress
to glide under your touches,
to smell of spring and flowers.
And now, unprotected and alone,
I found myself in a frozen night
I waited, waited
and I'm still waiting for you to come.
Be my shelter, be my light.
Come and warm me up, my dear.
Save me from loneliness and darkness.
Everything around me is desolate and quiet.
The only thing I want to hear
is the thump of your footsteps.
Come, and drive away my fear.
Selma Kopic, Bosnia and Herzegovina
******
Love Creation
In the centre of the great everything
Stays the heart in worship of love
Ancient order is circling in divine ring
When sacred earth passes all we have
While the blue in the sky thrills the sight
Birds conquer the air on flapping wings
Sun, from East to West, shows endless might
The sea on its feet sparkling moments brings
Imposing rocks tell the generous act of God
To emerald valleys in sounding echo voice
Wild rivers caress the fertile ground a lot
Bringing out vast growth and finest choice
Breathing trees form the wood with pride
Clouds offer green shower to sun burned land
Stars and moon glow through sweet night
While two hearts follow their natural trend
All is designed with the mind of love
Soaked in good feelings sent from above
Gerlinde Staffler, Italy
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