المغرب عشقنا الابدي
                 
  بقلم شاعر المملكة   الدخيسي الشرقي

                    

- نعمة محسود عليها.                   بلدك المغرب يا غافل
- حب وعشق ترابها.                     أرض أجدادك من الأول
- لا تفكر في غيرها.                      هي شرف لكل ذي أصل
- من يستغني عن جمالها               هي الماضي والحاضر والمستقبل
- بالروح والجسد نفذيها.               وبكل ما نملك تستاهل
- مغربنا يا منارة في السماء.          دليل العشق لكل زائريها
- خضرة وجبال وصحراء.             والكرم جود أهاليها
- يا مهد العلم والعلماء                   يا فاس عزك القرويين وبانيها
- وطنجة العالية والميناء.             عروسة الشمال بسحرها
- وتطوان الحمامة البيضاء.          رمز السلام بإنسانية ساكنيها
               - مغربنا ذاك التاج الذي يعلو الرؤوس
               - بعين الله محروس محروس محروس
              - فيه ملك لا يعرف للنوم لذة ولا راحة في الجلوس
             - إنه سيدي محمد السادس المنصور بالله
              العشق المحسوس الملموس
            - أبقاه الله سندا للفقراء والمساكين
            - ودام له العز والنصر والسؤدد والتمكين
            - واستمر عرش الأسرة العلوية على مر السنين
            - بتوفيق وعون المولى المعين

- عاش الملك  عاش الملك عاش الملك
- تحت شعارنا الخالد : الله الوطن الملك
- الله يبارك في عمر سيدي

By William s Peters sr
Only 8 Days Left . . .

                     

Dear Friends,
We would like to take the time to thank all the poets who have contributed thus far to The Heart of a Poet anthology.
For those who have not yet contributed but wish to participate, please keep in mind that the submission deadline is fast approaching. We look forward to reading your poetic thoughts on the subject 'The Heart of a Poet'.

Submission Guidelines:
1 poem
(The poem should be about hope for the future)
Picture of the poet
(High resolution JPG)
Bio
(100 words or less)

The poem and bio must be on one Word document with bio first, followed by poem, attached to email.
NO PDFs, PLEASE!
Picture should be attached separately to email.

Sincerely,

hülya n. yılmaz, Ph.D.
Director of Editing Services

The Heart of a Poet
2020 Anthology

Contributors – In the order of their submission dates
(As of June 22th, 2020)

Roy Austin
Eliza Segiet
Sridevi Selvaraj
Rickey K. Hood
Gopal Lahiri
Rubab Abdullah
Rosemarie Wilson
Denis Popov
Bhagya Senaratne
Mark Andrew Heathcote
June Barefield
Shernaz Wadia
Ayo Ayoola-Amale
Pentecost Mate
Jyotirmaya Thakur
Brenda Mohammed
Faleeha Hassan
Iwu Jeff
Tali Cohen Shabtai
Anwer Ghani
Florin Ciocea
Debbi Brody
Setaluri Padmavathi
Padmaja Iyengar-Paddy
Santosh Bakaya
B. S. Tyagi
Rahim Karim
Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana
Sujata Dash
Thryaksha A. Garla
Khalid Imam
Suma K. Gopal
Menduh Leka
Pushmaotee Subrun
Ranjana Sharan Sinha
Hema Ravi
Louise Hudon
Sameer Goel (photo pending)
Somasuntharampillai Pathmanathan
Zinia Mitra
Kwame MA McPherson
T. Sree Latha
Akshaya Kumar Das
Rita Stanzione
‘Siv’
Avijit Roy
Sahaj Sabharwal
Dilip Mohapatra
Bhisma Upreti
Otteri Selvakumar
Jodel E. Agbayani
Shareef Abdur-Rasheed
Lilla Latus
Umasree Raghunath
Varsha Das
Akash Sagar Chouhan
Hayim Abramson
Tom Higgins
Warda Zerguine
Maria do Sameiro Barroso
Aziz Mountassir
Elizabeth Kurian
Hussein Habasch
Nguyen Chau Ngoc Doan Chinh
Neelam Saxena Chandra
Ashok Bhargava
Avril Meallem
Kamar Sultana Sheik
Sujan Bhattacharyya
Aditi Roy
Gino Leineweber
Zaldy Carreon De Leon, Jr.
Aneek Chatterjee
Shruti Goswami
Chijioke Ogbuike
Lucky Stephen Onyah
Izza Fartmis
Mamu Roshid
Kamala Wijeratne
Kapardeli Eftichia
Olfa Philo Drid
Orbindu Ganga
Basab Mondal
Phuntsho Wangchuk
Divya Sinha
Anuradha Bhattacharyya
Sunil Sharma
Tzemin Ition Tsai
S. Sundar Rajan
Jyoti Kanetkar
Kamani Jayasekera
Kimberly Burnham
Ibrahim Honjo
Alicia Minjarez Ramirez
Monsif Beroual
Tyran Prizren Spahiu
Iram Fatima
Shubha Khandekar
K. Pankajam
Gita Bharath
Annapurna Sharma A.
Sumita Dutta Shoam
Ndaba Sibanda
Gobinda Biswas
Yuan Changming
Welkin Siskin
Ashrit Mohapatra
Luzviminda Rivera
Nutan Sarawagi
K. Radhakrishnan
Smruti Ranjan Mohanty
Vidya Shankar
Sudarsan Sahu
John Eliot
Alicja Maria Kuberska
Fahredin Shehu
Preety Sengupta
Ahila
Claudia Piccinno
Maryam Abbasi
Andrew Scott
Paramita Mukherjee Mullick
Eden Soriano Trinidad
Anna Nicole D. Velez
Awatef El Idrissi Boukhris

By Joanna Svensson

REFLECTIONS OF THE PAST

                                          

It's easy to feel lost
When darkness falls in your mind
When despair chokes common sense

But you must never stagger
Never question your belief
Even when it seems hopeless
When the new dawn
Shows its red-eyed face
And you feel left behind
Left to your own fate

So you should make halt
And begin to contemplate
Where we are headed and
Why we are here
If you haven't learned nothing
About how vulnerable we all are
Then you can not change the world
And say that it is God's fault
Can not blame someone else
To put yourself in a better light

Heaven is open for your soul
But not for your greed
Because the greed will suffocate your senses
It will blindfold your truthful eyes

And pretend that all is as usual
As usuam? How? Like before?
In that case I ask: in what way?

In the beginning
The meadows of green
The oceans of ultra marine
The air was clean to breathe
The water was fresh to drink

In the beginning
The pantry of the forest
Was filled with all ingrediens
Had lots for every need

The Lord makes no difference
No matter what you own or not
He sees your honest heart
Your true appreciation
Your humility for your
Fellow-creature

He sees your pure soul
Not your facial make-up
If you're true to your heart
The door is always open!

Swenstorp, Sweden

©® Joanna Svensson
© Private picture

بقلم علي الأحمد

                             

أغنيات العيس /12

بيني وبين أحبتي عهد
لا النأي ينسينا ولا  البعد
قد تثقل  الأيام كاهلنا
بالمرهقات يخونها  العد
لا الهم يشغلنا  على وجع
كلا  ولا الأشجان  والكد
بحر الحياة الهم يدفعنا
جزر يعيق ويخذل  المد
والشوق بينهما  أسير هوى
لا الحظ يسعفنا  ولا الجد
فكأننا  والبين  يفصلنا
موج تلاقى  ماله حد
ضاع الشراع على تباعدنا
في اليم والمجداف والوعد
يامن على الاهداب صورتها
حلم يظل بقلبه يعدو
ينساب في نبض الوريد كما
 ريح الصبا اذ ازهرت نجد
مانجد يا (عيس) الغرام سوى
رياك يعبق بالشذى الورد
طالت متاهاتي وليس لنا
إلا امان خانها السعد

Аутор: Кристина Анастасија Верас Брзин

                                 

НА КРАЮ

Я иду по краю неба,
где звезды едва видны:
звук света затмевает
меня,
все так необычно;
я слышу треск звезд,
я вижу космические руки,
двигающие звезды,
как на шахматной доске.

Я как мелкий
песок космоса,
ветер дует мне
в горло.

Я сижу на краю земли,
там, посреди океана:
дельфины играют
со мной,
волны несут меня
в глубины моря;
тихий разговор с китами,
пузыри вместо слов.

Я как маленькая
капля земли,
вихрь поглощает
меня глубоко внутри.

Аутор: Кристина Анастасија Верас Брзин

By Joanna Svensson

                                 

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?

We all went to bed in one world
And woke up in another
The third world war
We all feared so heavily
With nuclear warheads
And planet extortion
Twentyfive times over
It never came
It never did happen

But something different came
Something else did occure

Paris is not romantic anymore
Its streets are empty and bare
Rabbits are its pedestrians
The Eiffeltower gather but moss

In Melbourne a violin concerto is played
In the Concert house for all empty rows

In Warsaw you pay big fines
If you don't wear a mask
At a funeral may only attend three

Hugs and kisses
Are new dangerous weapons
Love and empathy
Has been restrained
Not to visit
Friends and related
Old parents kept
In healthcare lockdown
They die without family
'Cause no one's allowed

To keep social distance
Is now how to care

You find that all of money
Power and beauty
Can not buy a breath of air
The nature all around us
Carries on its daily life
With springtime beauty
Brighter than ever

It sends us a message
A message so clear:
You little humans. You are all so tiny!
I really have no need for you
The earth, the air, the sea and the sky
Do quite alright without your help

When you come back
And learned your lesson
Then remember very clearly
You are forever not my master
If you'll behave
You'll be my guest!

Swenstorp, Sweden 15/6/20
©® Joanna Svensson
© Photo: Per Josefsson

By Joanna Svensson

                            

IN THE AFTERMATH

In the aftermath
When the world has held its breath
For what would happen - what will come

In the anteroom of the aftermath
Where all the humans
Feared for their lives
Their whole existence

Even they with painted smiles
To cover up their anxiety
They who all said: it will be alright!
Something will for sure turn up

So I sat on my thinking stub
Contemplating all by myself
But then my soulmate came
The one I love and share my heart with

He took my hand and we wandered off
Off into the wilderness
To mother nature's meadows
Hand in hand in our tiny wood
Where trees and flowers
Raise their eye-brows in pure surprise

And so we felt like a part of nature
We have survived the invisible death
Thanks to natura - we did survive
Because we live - by its own accord
By unwritten rules - and laws of life
Using wisdom in the best of ways

We both do feel - so very sorry
To find that many just return
To their previous life style
As if pandemic there never was
With self content - no lesson learned
With noses pointing - up in the sky

Oh, all of this - was not so fearceful
After all -  I did alright
Instead of thankfulness
For surviving
The shop owner raises his price
And profit once again
Despite charity from all of us

When will we learn
When will we see
How can we change
Our way of life
There is room
For human need
But there is not
For human greed

Swenstorp, Sweden
©® Joanna Svensson
©Private picture