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Unknown Fire

At the bird's sanctuary of nature
Dreams smell as the earth roses
Joyously the trees converge in love
Spread wings of memories in the land.

In an unknown fire burns ashes fragrant
By which fault the night - clad Golden jubilee?
Blood stains on the hands are memorials in chest
Humans weep mourning on the map.

Regularly the wings of birds that fluctuated
Stoutness don't come but earth also floats on.

The fallen leaves look out of the way
A cloud calls for but pathetically night is in palm
At present nectar perfumes with winning chariot
Keep awake the trees in to the darkness.

Jakhongir Nomozov is a young Uzbek poet. She was born in 1997. She has been writing poetry and journalism.
The works have been published in Turkmenistan, Nepal,Kenya,India, Algeria, Spanish, Italy, China, Russia, America, Vietnam, Azerbaijan, Turkey and
Published literary sites.
Participant of the traditional Zaamin seminar of young poets.
He is a member of the World Talents International Association.
Winner of the Abay Medal.
Amir Temur International Charitable Foundation is a holder of a commemorative badge.
His poems are included in the books "Lyric Moments", "Song of the Rivers", "5 Opportunities for 5 Initiatives", and "The Glory of Free and Prosperous Days".
In 2021, the book Rebellions in My Soul was published.

POEMS  BY JAKHONGIR NAMOZOV

* * *
My footsteps get heavier
The more I walk, the heavier these roads.
I could not know whether Almighty
Had sent to me these exams and odds?

My dawns get fully darkened
When I woke up with sorrow
When all of my wishes fell down
When I am in fire above and below.

Sitting alone with loneliness,
I drink my pain uttering a toast.
If I open my eyes from dreaming
I fell down from the sky to the dust.

You my dreams, please become my life
Unhappy days are only daydream ever.
Oh God, wake me up from my life but
Let me to be in dream forever.

PAIN

Love is absorbed into my body,
I cannot help singing a love song.
Each of these poems that I wrote
Is an oath I gave to the truth.

The sparks you see in my eyes
Are the lights come from Heaven
And the wishes bloomed in my heart
Are the mirabilis you have never seen.

My hope will never wither, dry up
Spring always flourish my soul.
There is a great pain which is able to
Flourish my veins and bones at all.

I was made from love of The Almighty
Does the life know who I am?
In my tiny body, in my little chest
How much talent and love do I have?

Does the life know who I am?!

* * *
Life killed all the passion of mine,
Squeezing my heart like pomegranate.
He wanted to make my gentle white soul
Put on the sorrow’s black garment.

All my hope is becoming weaker and fading
My mountains collapsing down to earth.
Day by day my feet are plunging
Day by day my soul is losing its strength.

Lightning is crashing inside of me
As if my chest will be cleaved.
I am afraid, oh my Lord, I am so afraid
What if the whole sky falls down to my head?

* * *
I wandered and strolled million years,
Million years I begged for calmness, my Lord.
Shadows of hatred crossed my road
Million years I did not utter any word.

Oh the pain of living hopeless days,
Oh my futile wishes, flippant disease.
Oh you wine of love in my goblet
Oh love – unconsumed for million years.

* * *

I wrapped myself with old troubles,
My head is veiled with distress again.
I had promised to cry no more, but
My eyes are weeing like a heavy rain.

Picture of sorrow is in my eyes today
Like an ancient book my heart is in dust.
My life is confusing like a whirlwind
Flowers of my hope turned all yellow, alas.

I am awake while I am sleeping
I pray even though I am asleep.
I am apart from this world and time
Do you know, where had I lost myself?

Stars of the night – my sorrow, my pain
And the night itself – very loyal friend.
Indeed, I didn’t love, I were not loved?
My hatred of myself will never come to end.

My dreams take to the memory land
I hold a heap of crumpled photos in my fist
If only you would return back to me
Oh happiness left in our old pictures.

Godly sorrow blossoms in my chest
It is the great love, a poem lifelong.
It will reach souls of mankind forever
With all my heart if I sing a song.

My soul, never give up because of the pain
Always stay ready to battle, to fight.
With the heart full of sincere wishes
I welcome morning’s early light.

Oh my heart, be pure as a sheet of paper,
Dreams are different, goals are alive.
There is no any space for sorrow
I call you happiness, new page of life!

Shemsettin KUZECI
(Kirkuk)

BIOGRAPHY

Semsettin KUZECI was born in 1965 in Kirkuk. He completed his primary school education in Hicri Dede and Middle school and lycee in Kirkuk. He graduated from Mosul University, Faculty of Physical Education in 1989.He worked as a teacher between the years of 1992-1996 in Kirkuk. He moved to Turkey in 1996.He has been working as journalist, author and poet in television station in Ankara. He was given the rank of ‘Honorary Doctorate ‘by the International Sientific Center because of his scientific and literary workings on Iraq, Azerbaijan and Turkey.

He focused on writing in 1976 with the influence of his father’s roughs. Later on he improved writing roughs and sent them to the ‘Literary Letters’programme at radio Baghdat. Since 1960 he has published his roughs and poems in the newspapers such as Yurt(native country), Kardeslik(brotherhood) and Birlik Sesi(union sound).He has been writing on art, sport, critics, essays and interviews. He gives lectures in not only big cities in Turkey but also in Azerbaijan, Cyprus, Rumania about the political, culturel and social arenas of Iraq Turks. In this subject he has lots of awards thanking diplomas and plaquettes.

He is the member of Union of Iraq Literary Men and Authors, Union of World Young Turk Authors, Union of Azerbaijani Authors , Union of Arabic Authers, Turkey Representative of Gazettes Iraq and Kirkuk, Turkey’s journalist of Turkoman Land Television and ILESAM’Profession Union of Literary and Scientific Work Owners) Union of Press Istanbul, Azerbaijan Journalists Confedaration

 POEMS  BY  SHEMSETTIN  KUZECI

FOR KIRKUK

For the sake of Kirkuk desires are covered with blood
Neither flowers nor snows remain on the mountains
Neither pigeon dove nor nation lovers men remained
Chopping up went too far became unendurable

For the sake of Kirkuk my heart is devoted
Chains of my hand are twisted very tightly
Stars are pulled out from sky as mountains
My pink-green desire is gleamed in my eye

FREEDOM

I’ve got into trouble for a while, I saw thousands of pains
I became tired because of the unborn sun
My youth has passed pink desire has been drown
Even my daisy got pale being remorseful is useless
That’s enough stop my tear liberty time came
Flowers will bloom my vineyard becomes active
I got rid of darkness, I found my new world
I methe native country my dream became a reality

WHISPER

Mirrors
Have been tarnished
They don’t reflect
Thes un light
Once more
He can’t be patiebt
To every trouble…
In this bad condition
Love, to be loved
Seem luxury
Hearts all dark
An unsolved
Cavern
Dreams are
As coloured as
Flowers.

IN OUR CITY

In our city
Every trouble
Should be
Endured…
To think about
It’s remedy

Unbearable gallows
Should be thought
In our city
In our city

ALL OF US

We
Have to
Do
Lots of things
However
We
Did
Nothing

ADMISSION

I know
Happiness of my
Heart
Is the
Result
Of my love
Which
I have been
Feeling
For years.

LOVE

If you wish
Either make me cry
Or
Make native country smile
With my darling
In my native country
Kill me.

Am redescoperit limba sargă, limba inventată de poeta Nina Cassian...și am zis să-mi încerc și eu mâna și norocul...
Aștept părerile și jurizările dvs!

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Și vine iarăși vara, s-au înșerpit plăstrunii,
Secundele sunt presme și pașii se-nmâlcesc,
Se-nvârte plismocelul și se alcesc grăsunii,
Se germe astrolitul și pergii ne privesc.

Și da, se-ngurtă sorbii și se agită sparea,
Se-nvârtă călătorii și borzii trag din plin
Și se-ndolfesc arginții și se desplină marea,
Din oarce și din cernuri frumoase garne vin.

Prin cer se spulgă norii, albastrul se distrigă
Și tot ce-nseamnă groace prin șeluri încă merg,
Dispar serduni din necuri,deprencii iarăși strigă
Și pași derviți prin clauri adesea norii șterg.

Dar fercii iar se-arată și se-nmulțesc astrecii,
Prin ramuri chiar colsarii adeseori mai trec
Și soarele și luna își plăpucesc gornecii,
Iar ziua și cu noaptea prin selburi tot petrec.

                              Dan Dănucu ✍