(A Philosophical Apperception) Written by Lucky Stephen Onyah Elevation of the body above the soul Or the soul above the spirit essence Our body houses our soul like a shell Birth emotion, reason, imagination The soul script our attitudinal traits A by-product of our life's perception Spirit essence are unseen influence May illuminate or darken our reason May inflame or temper our emotion The trio if aligned work in symmetry If not brings about paranoia act/art It's default until its balance is skewed Our world view is hence forged thus Spirit to soul and soul to body act/art An open perception of what's ethereal A top down or down top causations Body to soul and soul to spirit essence A closed perception of true spirituality Within these framing lies all abstract Without these are shades of concrete Differing block of our belief systems Most fascinating is the idea of belief Not many would compare or question Either out of fear or sheer negligence However, what makes us higher being Is the ability to look inward or outward To contemplate, query life and purpose Knowing why we don't see things alike Prevents all extremism, and its effects Instills within us human mildness, love Nothing is colored black and/or white Betwixt reason, emotion and imagination Are variant shades and hues of humanity While we seek correctness and certainty It's pure wisdom to be polite in all things For we judge others using our worldview ©10/2021

Written by APU MONDAL Human life Is a perpetual season So perpendicular To the sky, Where God lives In constant hurry As humans in pain, Summer or winter, The seasons are straight, Even stranger than Earlier, While we sulk in sorrow Someone comes to borrow And we can never give Back that we never had And the leaves will Continue to fall Free © 10/2021

When You Feel Sadness, Walk Away From It Do not look at sparkling waters and do not stir them in your melancholy because that could spoil them resting and hugging a stone cliff on this sunny day silence drowns in the green river your soul and the waves reach for each other your thoughts wistfully wander while overlooking the faint rip in the river sitting on a rock above the river adorned as a bride in white the humble view is propped up on her murmur absent from this moment where the river reveals your dilemma look around you, today listen to the river's song It speaks of birds and stone realize how lucky you are it tells you its secret. © 10/2021 Artwork by Poet, Ibrahim Honjo

Written by Sai Prakash Brightest among the stars, The Orient shines even into the dawn at par With the emerging Sun from the Eastern horizons A restless beacon of light, illuminating the darkest paths, with her silvery trait. Cosmic aura, celestial bliss, Encompassing each of her rays, Spread far and wide across the oceans Over the mountains emanating eternal light Radiating her warmth from the distant skies She showers love on tender leaves, Tendrils try in vain to embrace Elegance personified, guiding the trident to the birthplace Oh! Orient, how many more lines in an Ode can I write, Not even forty lines can suffice How else can I sing songs of praise, your verse metaphysical and celestial, Deep thoughts of wisdom spread like seashells spread across the shores.

Written by Dr. Zainul Husain I am a castle With an unforgettable time The book of history Has treasured me in her heart. The remains of walls Narrate the fiery wars I have witnessed With my adamant courage. I have pushed my foes back My monarchs have seated Me in the living recess Of their most sublime emotions. But now I am lost. No kings, no princes No war, no clashes Just a legendary castle's ruins. I dwell on a lonely island With a history very grand Time has made me ruins of a lost castle Away from all worldly hustle and bustle. © 10/2021

Written by Dennis Brown Shadows move upon the wall Dancing in the dark of night Exposing what the candle holds Through the flames of its lambent light The flicker of the truth it hides Lights aglow atop its wick As it tunnels within its burning whole To find its way through thin and thick The candle forms from heat expelled From warmth that has found its path As it sends its scent of life evolved Through happiness and times of wrath It burns until it longs to cease To find an ending to its ways Until the spark has come to rest To settle upon the ash of day The candle burns for all to see To what will be and to what will last Until the air cuts its will to breathe And the wax has left its melted past. © 10/2021

"Refresh the Souls" I am the night sky The moon has its own taste. And every star draws attention to it. The axis of light and darkness A combination of dream and reality I am the jewel of the moonlit night. The most desired yearning Just for a moment Refreshing the souls. I am dawn Where lilies and roses grow A dew drop I am a poet Each verse has its own taste And every word drowns the reader. © 10/2021

Written by Sonali Ray (in Palindrome poetry form) Was she? Waking Phoenix? Fiery-Butterfly or Firefly? Hearth burnt Charred chest Magnified ravines Singed edges Soulful laments Night stifled Whims and bawls Passionately calls Love that is lost Forlorn soul Demise... Soul forlorn Lost is that love Calls passionately Bawls and whims Stifled night Laments soulful Ravines magnified Chest charred Burnt hearth Firefly or butterfly-fiery! Phoenix waking! She was! © 10/2021

Written by Jim Heckenberger Summer yields her shades of green, to autumn's colors briefly seen. Hills and shires turning gold, soon will fade with winter's scold. Skies once blue on sunny days, in no time turns shades of gray, and the gentle summer breeze, soon will bring on winter's freeze. Brilliant colors turn to brown, gently rest now on the ground. Summer days once long and warm, soon succumb to winter's storms. © 10/2021

DEEP LILACS Deep lilacs mingle with salmon pinks and hover amid mellow golds while an infinite firmament bids a lachrymose adieu to the dazzling blue of daylight hours as it ponders awhile the enigma that is nightfall. And high in the easterly quarter a bright moon, monarch of nighttime toward a waning daytide inclines its glorious countenance for to greet the coming of night as a gentle mist rises over the realm. © 10/2021

I am the Dawn I am the dawn. I am the night sky. I am the dawn. Radiant Incandescent Resplendent Awake in expectation of Chimera Dreams. I am the night sky. Obsidian eventide. Concluded in Crepuscular Star-studded night. Dreams grasping Aspiring for fulfillment. Rising once again To the light of day. © 10/2021 © Prisma Color Premiere Drawing by Elaine Yanni Fink

"FLOWERS OF THE PAST" Life is fleeting, but the feelings remain... They are around the core of the soul. We are just dandelions on which the wind erases his memory... What is left after all? A little gold dust and the echo of love in us... Flowers of the past... Gentle veil blown to the future, in the center to our attention to the events which they draw last drops of the sleeping feelings in us... © 10/2021