bent rice stalks
as far as the eyes can see
the golden sun

Written by
Willie Bongky

life's frivolities
rationality out once
protocols stifle

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

Oh my kind grandpa
I've drawn your eyes on the tall
branches of the trees


پدربزرگ مهربانم
من روی درخت هایی که شاخه هاشان بلند بود
چشم های شما را نقاشی کشیدم

Jasmine knew
Stones are telling to a river
The lines would be my blood

یاسمن می دانست
سنگ ها به رود می گویند
خط ها باید خون من باشند

Smiling sky
Spreading joy
Surprising the heart
Sprinkling snowy flakes
In the chamber of every single soul
Faraway flowers of joyness
The fragrance of love
Necessitous of happiness
Glowing into your heart
Spring dancing soothing the heart
Singing lullaby in silent night
The leaves slapping the solitude
Blossoming the flowers of love
OH ROSES ROSES
A rendezvous in moonlight
Compassion of the sky
Affection of the moon
A mysterious love beneath the sky

by
Jean C Bertrand

She looked at her pier-glass
Nail polishes drying
With half open lids
Her toes were colored once may be
You can get it from the toes
Green
Or pink
I don't know
Maybe red
She cried in her look
What happened to her womanly freshness?!
That says I'm beautiful
I know a woman
Who wears mustache
Do not make fun of her
Where is her womanly freshness?!
That says she is beautiful
That cut her hair
Blue scarves turned black
She cried in her look
Her tears reaching her lips
Starring at the corner
Pink colors were coming
Turning to deer
Green colors were going
Laughing
It had dolphins
It had blue color...
My bin
still has a clockwork doll
Handless
With green eyes
In her white gossamer dress still
singing
Dancing
Still happy
She can be happy
She can fall in love
With other clockwork dolls that sing
That were kids...
What if
I fall in love in the streets
With stared eyes
I will say hello to the passengers
When the trees
Make love too
What if I love you on the same
street with no address
It is said the laughter of maniacs is beautiful
It has simplicity
I have worn my childhood clothes
I'm mad...
She grew up
She dosen't know the walls
She has no mother
And waits to possess a pass anger
Do not make fun of her
Her womanly freshness...
It is said
I don't write poems

میز توالت اش را نگاه می کرد
لاک هایی با دری نیمه باز
که خشک می شدند
شاید می شد از ناخن پایش فهمید
زمانی رنگ داشتند
سبز
...یا صورتی
نمی دانم
...قرمز
در نگاهش گریست
طراوت زنانه اش کو!؟
که می گویند من زیبایم
زنی را می شناسم
سیبیل می گذارد
مسخره اش نکنید
طراوت زنانه اش کو!؟
که می گویند زیباست
که موهایش را بریدند
روسری هایی آبی
مشکی می شوند
در نگاهش گریست
اشک هایش تا گوشه ی لبش می رسیدند
به کنج دیوار که زل می زد
صورتی ها می آمدند
آهو می شدند
سبز ها می رفتند
می خندیدند
دلفین داشت
...آبی داشت
صندوقچه ی من
عروسک کوکی ای را دارد
بی دست
با یک چشم سبز
در لباس سفید توردارش
هنوز می خواند
می رقصد
شاد است
می تواند شاد باشد
عاشق شود
عاشق عروسک های کوکی دیگری
...که آواز خواندند
...بچه بودند
چه می شود که اگر
در کوچه ها عاشق شوم
چشمانم خیره باشد
سلام رهگذری را پاسخ خواهم گفت
وقتی درختان هم
هم آغوشی دارند
چه می شود که اگر
در همان کوچه ای که چشم ها
خوابیده اند
نامم را می پرسی
عاشق تو باشم
نشانی ندارد
که می گویند
خنده های دیوانگان زیباست
سادگی دارد
من
لباس کودکی هایم را
به تن کرده ام
دیوانه ام
بزرگ شد
دیوارها را نمی شناسد
مادر ندارد
و منتظر می ماند
تا رهگذری را مال خود کند
مسخره اش نکنید
...طراوت زنانه اش
که می گویند من شعر نمی گویم

take my color pencils
my hands are passing your smiles...

مداد رنگی هایم را بگیر
...دست های من از خنده های تو می گذرد

The last word of the bird
Please o please o please
He was spoken to the air
I have not too much time
I only have few seconds
Gosh are you listening
That flickering light
Dancing behind the leaves
Waving calling my name
Gosh
A flock of birds angels sky
Eyes of holiness
Please my devoted godly air
Will you remember my name
I will sing a song
While floating in the air
This lyrical with great desire
Will always be in my heart
At heaven's gate
I will mention your name
Holding the key of happiness
I will fly across the seas
I will fly across the mountains
I will pray for humankind to
Have a changing heart

by
Jean C Bertrand

i have water-color

pa pa broke my mother's nose
pa pa never told that broke my mother's nose

i have painting-brush

ma ma
when the stories of beating you come to an end ?!
ma ma
take jasmine's hands
my hands are big


من آبرنگ دارم
بابا دماغ مامان را شکست
بابا هیچوقت نگفت دماغ مامان را شکست
من قلم مو دارم
مامان
قصه های کتک خوردن تو کی تموم می شد !؟
مامان
دست های یاسمن را بگیر
دست های من بزرگ است

morning silence
disappearing slowly
into staccato rain

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

I've painted your eyes
As I was coming this morning...

از صبح که می آمدم
...چشم های تو را رنگ زدم

fragrant wonder shrub
purple lilacs scent of spring
emotions of love

Written by
Nina Grace

autumn starlight
a drop of Moscato falls
on poetry

Written by
Maria Laura Valente

hopping dance
in a chained circle
we are robe together
fasten in an aurora chants
our lion clings as coins sound
the hopping dance of a bird
wears our heart in dewy sweat
dross of invocation rains
wizardry of mere gods invoking elements
suddenly it ceases
as void magic sparks light
moments of momentary weakness
rushes with joy
my life ceases to breathe
our life regain rebirth
into the hollow path
of unending road
i was the victim of undecorated dance hall
we are the victim of un-videoed dance step
lonely I stared at the moon
then I pregnant the elements to bear a shape
which only we understand the ways of God

Written by
Martin Ijir

I walk on pathway full of dust where injustice plays the gods
Where peace is mired by war
And love murdered by hate !

by Martin Ijir

The slide is long
The swing is swinging
Your lips would be pink
My hair smells good...

سرسره دراز است
تاب تکان می خورد
لب های تو صورتی باشد
...موهایم بوی خوبی می دهد

summer flower
butterfly asleep
sunning her wings

Written by
Mike Duffy

your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent

the witching hour
watching your heart
softly beating

Iron Haiku

If I were a singer
Gosh it's boiling in my heart
If I were a dancer
*** my feet trembling
I would sing and dance
I would be your private singer
Definitely your private dancer
Rehearsal day and night
Using magical lovely words
Sitting by the river
Searching for the sweetest melody
Cause I love you love you you you
Sweet waves help me
Blessings godly ocean
Please hear me now
My heart willing to sing
Mermaid please help me
Teach me how to dance
Heaven heaven sky
Tonight I will be on stage
O butterfly give me your inspiration
This is thy night
To sing and dance for my love

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

My foetal days are full of blindness
Akin to this, my void days will be full of darkness
My world will be shut in despair
As heaven webs are ravaged beyond repair
The murky silence grasps my soul in the womb
And releases it in my stone tomb
My beginning and end are proportionally designed
The end claims unending life therefore my beginning chose i to resigned

Written by
Martin Ijir

Today I'll paint a house
in my drawing book
Jasmine wants to make love
There is the distance between the photo albums
Its sun was hot
She wants the hands squeezing her hot *******
A laughing child would be
missing in my white floral dress
I had reddish brown hair
and I didn't know
why the wind took away my red scarf ?!
Your eyes have sticker !!!
Please do not laugh at me
My ******* were not yours

من امروز
خانه ای را
در دفتر نقاشی هایم
...رنگ خواهم زد
یاسمن هم آغوشی می خواهد
میان آلبوم عکس ها فاصله اند
آفتابش گرم بود
دستانی می خواهد
سینه های گرمش را بفشارد
کودکی بخندد
در پیراهن سفید رنگ گل دارم
گم شود
موهایم خرمایی رنگ بود
و من نمی دانم
چرا باد روسری قرمز رنگ مرا
با خود می برد !؟
!!! چشمانت برچسب دارند
خواهش می کنم به من نخند
سینه هایم مال تو نبود

Blue
Pink
Purple
God with no eyebrows in my drawings
I don't know why !!!

آبی
صورتی
بنفش
نمی دانم چرا خدا
!!! در نقاشی ام ابرو نداشت

I will miss the gate of heaven
If i don't share the words
Let it be known
Across the universe
It's a mission for peace

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

دفترم نقطه ندارد
مادرم می خندید
درخت هایش سبز بود

It must be an excellent idea
Beginning to forgive the neighbor
Knowingly it's a hard labor
Just want to clean the chamber

It must be an excellent idea
Releasing all convictions
Challenge your heart to devotion
Even with a little potion

It must be an excellent idea
Rainbow sky delight
Sweet tenderness in moonlight
Light rain sky turn on the light

It must be an excellent idea
Watching the children smile
Fighting the cancerous hunger with style
Be compassionate undoubtedly worthwhile

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

I move the curtains
The sun is bright
Jasmine's body is fragile at night

پرده های اتاقم را کنار می زنم
آفتاب روشن است
تن یاسمن در شب نازک می شود

~A warm place
~But the streets await our feet
~Stardust - on our boots
~A soft armchair, checkered plaid,
~A sunny day - in dazzling dreams

~Blood type - on my sleeve,
~My serial number - on my sleeve,
~Wish me luck in battle, wish for me:
~That I do not remain lying in the grass,
~That I do not remain lying in the grass
~Wish me luck, wish me luck!

~And there is a price you pay, but I do not want
~Victory at any cost
~I don't want to put my foot on his chest
~I would like to stay with you,
~Just stay with you,
~But the star high in the sky calls me away

Me and you
Sleep beneath the stars
Prickling sigh of ****** moments
Arouse our ******* so hard
That we see stars in our eyes
Chasm laughter our face light the moon of love
Scenic hysteria urgeness tore our sky apart
In this the cloud becomes pregnant

Written by
Martin Ijir

Willing to give you the world
The being in me
The flesh and blood
Willing to give it all
O heaven
Heaven sky
Untouchable loving spirit
When the smoking crossing
The ocean sea
When the waves dancing in the ocean
Butterfly kisses in the air

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

please send me your paintings
i love blue color

I resurrect the death
Through the words I wrote
I unfeathered an awaken spirit
into realms of immortality

Written by
Martin Ijir

As I plead to cosmos
Show me secret of calmness
Show me the mystery of loveness
Whispers in the ear the power of love
So delightful smooth-as-honey so sweet feeling ecstasy
With all my heart for kindness of the wind
For the taste of the sun
My humble heart
Will never stop loving you
All over heaven
All over the places on earth
Will never stop loving you
As I plead to cosmos
Never turn away from me
I will let nothing separate me
From the beauty of loving

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

The alley still blossoming
Jasmines
Still carrying my childhood
aroma.

عطر کودکی هایم را می دهد
کوچه ای که هنوز گل یاس می دهد

God has a heart too
I want my red heart
My necklace has a heart

...خدا هم قلب دارد
من قلب قرمز رنگم را می خواهم
گردن بند من قلب دارد

your inspiration has been given for a purpose
cosmos lips
underneath the blue
let the wind be the the messenger

Jean C Bertrand

sky azure...
vivacious kites
no letters

Written by
Godhooli Dinesh

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

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

Written by
Tomislav Maretic

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

Written by
Martin Ijir

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

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

My world is becoming dark
Light of strength fading from my bones
Deep sleep might occur to give a rest

My strength shall be cease from my body
My soul return to nature
This might be my last words

My strength is becoming so dark
Pains of laughter kicking my eyes
I am thy now and always
I am thy feed me with your sleep

Written by
Martin Ijir

people trapped somewhere
virtual reality
existence reduced

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

Wishing for the rainbow everyday
Your hands be beautiful
To see my eyes
To kiss my skirt
I don't like my feet...

من هر روز رنگین کمان را آرزو می کنم
دست های تو زیبا باشد
چشم های مرا ببیند
دامنم را ببوسد
...من پاهایم را دوست ندارم

Oh dance my marionette
Dance on this stage
The whole world is just a
deception
Dance in this chance
Make me happy
Make them happy
I will laugh...
I will laugh
At the wings of angle
Hugging you
Taking you to a safer place
Cos playing with dolls is ''death''
I will laugh
At my walking
On silky feet
As you wished for
One day you'll touch the clouds
It makes no difference
What the color of our sky is
We shouted
Prisoners' singing in you eyes is
not a ''sin''
In your colorful illusion,
They draw the image of the silent
movement of the clouds in the
colorful sky.
She was playing bells
They lose the anthem
Her silent is insulting
Their silent is insulting
We do not create crime
And we take captives
And we do not have freedom
And we take captives
When that time comes ?
The time that a plant grows from
the crack of the hard stripy.
They don't want the smile
And I will laugh
At the good days
At the sunny days
At the shade of the trees that are gone
That will make you laugh
I swear I will laugh


عروسک خیمه شب بازی من
برقص
در این میدان برقص
تمام دنیا فریب است
در این فرصت برقص
شادم کن
شادشان بکن
...من خواهم خندید
من خواهم خندید
به بال های فرشته ای
که تو را در آغوش می گیرد
به جایی امن تر خواهد برد
که بازی عروسک ها
مرگ است
من خواهم خندید
به راه رفتن
روی توک پاهای ابریشمیم
که تو منتظرش بودی
روزی ابرها را لمس خواهی کرد
فرقی نمی کند
اگر آسمان ما
چه رنگ باشد
زندانیان که گناه نمی کنند
اگر در چشمان تو آواز خواندند
تصویر ساکت ابرهای در حال حرکت را
در آسمان های رنگارنگ
در خیال رنگی تو می کشند
بلز می زد
سرودها را گم می کنند
سکوتش فحش است
سکوتشان فحش است
ما جنایت نمی آفرینیم و
اسیر می کنیم
ما آزادی نداریم و
اسیر می کنیم
کی می رسد که اگر از شکاف
راه راه های سخت
گیاهی بروید
تبسم نمی خواهند
و من خواهم خندید
به روزهای خوب
به روزهای آفتابی
به سایه های درختانی که رفته اند
که تو را خواهند خنداند
به خدا خواهم خندید

children and women
seen and not heard
ancient history

Written by
Lewis Colyar