The DANSA

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

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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

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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

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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

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“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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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