No matter, these liquid globes shine in shade In seclusion, sow the gems in tattered lap To tag that old, unaddressed, unfeathered cap Well claimed by the ‘outsider’ , a native made No matter, these liquid globes shine in shade The rush knows not the age, wage, cage or raised clap Life is, by all its means, a well-managed snap With time and tide, a long narrative ill-paid No matter, these liquid globes shine in shade A sweet word is sour; a sword and a loose trap To let the innocent dove ignore poor gap For wanton boys, a sport; for the rest, a trade No matter, these liquid globes shine in shade Has anyone but consciously drawn a map? Identifying a voiceless voice to scrape An eternal line, and an ail to upgrade No matter, these liquid globes shine in shade ©️MUSHTAQUE B. BARQ Jammu/Kashmir, India FULL MOON The full moon creeps from nowhere, oh my ! And peeps from the vast , pristine forest Slowly rises up the flowing crest Soft, rustling trees moving trees on high The full moon creeps from nowhere , oh my ! Looking out my window as I rest Watching the bright ,full moon at its best Cuddling my pillow I can only sigh The full moon creeps from nowhere ,oh my ! Surge of loneliness seem to protest Your warm,tight embrace,still the sweetest ; Gazing at the light hanging in the sky The full moon creeps from nowhere ,oh my ! Crystal moon ,now, shines at its brightest As it leaves the greeny, lush forest Joy in my heart I almost cry The full moon creeps from nowhere, oh my ! The silvery moonlight goes farthest Over seas, plains,far and near islets Lighting the ever blue, bluest sky The full moon creeps from nowhere, oh my ! ©️L. B. Morandarte Philippines A Song for Ethos Always soft and breezy, The wind blows o’er my hair. Golden birds sing an air, and notes seem so weezy, always soft and breezy. The songs we never share are those we never dare: The notes are sleazy, always soft and breezy. Yet, we tend to forswear, and sing out words to share: Love ethos are easy, always soft and breezy. Hate drowns us in despair, and shadowcasts much glare. So, let’s be unsleazy, always soft and breezy. Walid Boureghda © All Rights Reserved Algeria THE FIRST TIME The first time I fell under love's spell Twinkling stars descended to my eyes Each breath I took were joyous sighs In wonderland I thought I'd dwell The first time I fell under love's spell. Everyday brings a pleasant surprise My happiness I can't disguise Akin to an oyster freed from my shell The first time I fell under love's spell. All moments seemed spent in paradise The moon and the stars, my staunch allies Filled with emotions nice and nobel The first time I fell under love's spell. My heart fluttered like butterflies Birds sang lovesongs from the blue skies Shy me transformed into a jolly belle The first time I fell under love's spell. Soon I found out love wasn't all highs Behind the joys lurk some goodbyes Those fragile bubbles burst in farewell The first time I fell under love's spell. ©️Myrtle Eve Tejada Philippines “UNTITLED” Love for life and life for love Let's carol the time away Every night and every day Let's enjoy my sweetest dove Love for life and life for love Let's make each morn gay Let's on fanciful horizons stray Let's cherish my dearest dove Love for life and life for love My love abides farther away I languish night and day Although I pine but will prove Love for life and life for love I firmly believe that a day In each other's arm we'll stay Singing under fragrant grove Love for life and life for love ©️Safdar Bhatti All Rights Reserved Pakistan UNTITLED Yes, dry summer days are dry as dust A loss. The crop is in shock Innocent buds in despair, a wake-up knock Unsettled, dying in rays, utterly unjust Yes, dry summer days are dry as dust. Unchecked aphids, cause harm, we often talk An unkindness of ravens responds to the raven's squawk A sticky substance - honeydew, turns into white rust Yes, dry summer days are dry as dust. A hope, swings in the doldrums, still an uneven clock A poor farmer lives a life of toil, in return, some beanstalk Fear of the old concern, alas, apple rust Yes, dry summer days are dry as dust. O youth, come together in a flock For a global tide, come together, build a peaceful bloc Plant a plant, a thousand times in pure trust Yes, dry summer days are dry as dust. ©️Khursheed Ahmad Wani Handwara, India Sizzling aroma The sweet smell of love is impassioned. Hearty fragrance burning vigorously; Bottled aromatic beats vociferously; Animated with a spirit of melodramatic fashion The sweet smell of love is impassioned. The chord of the melody bent on being fanatical; With the hidden tunes that make it enigmatical; Desired words danced on my lips of compassion The sweet smell of love is impassioned; Let the ungovernable excitement bounce Bonded with an elegance,without a flounce; Consuming a passional sway of attraction The sweet smell of love is impassioned. Contented soul shaded the emotions feverishly, Each tint of the feeling,mingling tirelessly; A rainbow of intense curve positioned The sweet smell of love is impassioned. Steamy words had an ardent touch Invading against the placid rush. Again,a fervent paradise aroused interaction When the sweet smell of love is impassioned!!! ©️Sonal Rao India echoes of death echoes of death spoken in words heavenly bodies drop in disgrace incredulous clot relating bad taste sought in gravity your orbit curves drawn within by what I just heard expressions lessen bleeding in space emotional comets erased with haste curtailing ember of inferno most lurid echoes of death spoken in words I love you once our hearts embraced that future of diamond trust encased now embalmed so wrongly interred echoes of death spoken in words I hate you pushed my pull to abate a meteor burning my soul serrate of every instinct I ever last learned echoes of death spoken in words whiskers of time shade my grave reconciliations pronounced too late forgiveness died as insult occurred echoes of death spoken in words dust to crust nailed alone in a crate oh, eternal void of never escape! drawn within by what I just heard echoes of death spoken in words ©️Matt Elmore USA SICK I am sometimes sick If I refuse to take pill Or fall from top of hill When beaten with a stick I am sometimes sick When I forget the will Or I misuse my dill When I fall in trick I am sometimes sick When taken to farm to till Or told wait until When somebody kicks I am sometimes sick When weather is not chill Or losing a bill When I can't my phone click I am sometimes sick When criminals kill Or government means nill When I end my wick I am sometimes sick © Abdulkadir M Ladan Nigeria A Modern Dansa Let us dance, a fleeting dream. Hearts aflame, a soulful scene Your eyes, twin stars in velvet night Ignite a passion, pure and bright Nature's symphony, mighty serene Hearts aflame, a soulful scene Let us dance, a fleeting dream born In this embrace, our souls are torn With every step, whispers seen Hearts aflame, a soulful scene We twirl and sway, a graceful flight Lost in moments, pure delight Your laughter, etched to my soul, queen Hearts aflame, a soulful scene Dispelling doubt, and every fear In this dance, we’re truly clingier Bound by love, eternally threne Hearts aflame, a soulful scene Let us dance, a fleeting dream Sunlight filters through the beams A moment frozen in time's schene Heart aflame, a soulful scene. © Sheila Ann. Malaysia