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Three poems by Yuan Hongri (Translated by Manu Mangattu)

28/2/2019

Golden and Transparent

When the dainty of dawn lights up your body
You shall see the golden country in stone.
The Giant is walking in the sky
His hand holds aloft a Diamond City.
In the garden outside the sky
The other one robed in transparent gold;
He's smiling at you.
And behind him, is a huge palace.

Flash of the Giant

When I walk the City
I shall hold it in my hand.
Blowing a breath to make it transparent.
So I saw it in the future:
The Gem edifice, a flash of the giant.
The stars cling to their bodies
As if from another universe
So I know that the sea will be sweet
And the earth will be noble as gold.

The City of Stars

White and blue night.
A Crystal smile.
Night is a pawn
Devoured by red lips of lightning.

There appears a song in the sky
It sprinkles down with rain and dew
There is a colossal ship in the sky
Twinkling like the City of the Stars.

(Hongri Yuan, born in China in 1962, is a poet and philosopher interested particularly in creation. Representative works include Platinum City, The City of Gold , Golden Paradise , Gold Sun and Golden Giant. His poetry has been more widely published in the UK, USA ,India ,New Zealand, Canada and Nigeria.)

(Translated by Manu Mangattu, Assistant Professor, Department of English, St George College Aruvithura, India)

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Two poems by Ahmad Al-Khatat

21/2/2019

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Inside of My Dream

Inside of my dream
there’s a bird flying
from one nest to an-
-other, without wings
Inside of my dream
there’s a man holding
a sign that says, I
have serious cancer
Inside of my dream
there’s one refugee
with tears of grief
because he lost hope
Inside of my dream
there’s a young lady
smoking, and waiting
for the train to suicide
Inside of my dream
there's a black cat
staring at me, and
waiting to the end of my dream

Adoption

When I was a teenager
I donated to a little orphan
since then I made a vow that
I would adopt her, and marry her
Days go by and nights come
I learned how to hurt myself
by doing bad habits that will
guide me to die below the bridge
I lost count of my harmful cuts
I lost all the joyful memories and
moments from weeping beneath
the lights of the miserable bar
My mother thought that I was well,
As my smile hid the tears that
damaged my physical therapist
within minutes after hearing me
I lost many chances and luck
until I met a broken heart,
she cried when she knew that I
found what was missing of me
I found her
between all of my poetry
between all of my cigarette smoke
I tried to lose her
as I saw my shadow following her
Ann you didn't adopted a regular girl
you have definitely raised one angel
that showed me life with colours
From your love and care for my princess
the grief inside of me has smiled when
your daughter kissed my salty lips and
wiped my tears, hopefully she will
close my eyes after my smiling face rests

(Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and has poems translated in several languages. He has published two poetry books “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” which are available on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook.)

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Our family closet- a poem by Joan McNerney

14/2/2019

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our family closet

is full of cracked
skulls beginning
with nancy
"mother's never
going to be
sick again ---
see her steady hands"
cured 20 times

or take
longislandexpressway
aunt edna
shock treatment
in doctor's
split level office

cruel irish grandfather
another lunatic
who chose
farming over teaching
tripling size
of fingers

don't forget
uncle alcohol
plus patriot sister
with american eagle
in living room
& prison record

none of them will
ever speak of
secret secrets
exposed add a couple
of 40-year-old
virgins & go
clear off a shelf
for me too.

(Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations).

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Silent Chaos- a poem by Megha Sood

7/2/2019

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Silent Chaos

Sometimes there are
hushed whispers under the bated breath
sometimes there is a cacophony
the dissonance
drowning our minds
leaving us numb and frozen

sometimes the laughter gets lost
floating through the trees
frozen on the moss
on a cold misty morning
a frozen ghost

Sometimes a loud thud
when the old chestnut
breaks down and opens itself to the wild
love is always a sacred offering

sometimes the scars tell the whole story
untouched yet cutting through the bone
sometimes the silence seeps in the wrinkles
those folds on the skin
bereft of any emotion

Sometimes a pale face
holds the mystery for the closed palms
and sometimes the crows feet
carries the laughter for eons

a still face holds the mirror to life
look closely at the reflection
floating in the swirls
of the deep those obsidian eyes
sometimes silence screams the loudest

(Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is also a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, FVR Publishing, Whisper, and the Roar and Poets Corner. Her 200+ works have been featured in Whisper and the Roar, 521 Magazine, Oddball, Pangolin review, Fourth and Sycamore, KOAN ( Paragon press), Modern Literature, Writer's Cafe Magazine, and coming up in Dime Show review, Piker Press and many more. She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. She blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/. )

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Three poems by Yuan Hongri (Translated by Manu Mangattu)

Two poems by Ahmad Al-Khatat

Our family closet- a poem by Joan McNerney

Silent Chaos- a poem by Megha Sood

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