The 66th Edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Last Tuesday 2025 of this Year

We are deeply sorry. Our Ex Prime minister “Begum Khaleda Zia”. is no more.
(Rest in Peace.)
(1945-2025.)

30-12-2025.

01.
Poem: “The death of my Respectable Person.”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December the Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

You were my heart, o my heart,
You just were in my heart.
You were the hert of whole world,
You will never die , you shall always in our heart.
you shall always in the heart of whole Bangladesh

She left this world,
But the way she lived;
With quiet grace, no need for sound.
It’s No borrowed praise,
It’s no lifted voice,
She just steadies steps on solid ground.

Her name was spoken soft with trust,
A promise kept, a handheld true.
She chose the right when none looked on,
And did what honest people do.

No marble statue marks worth,
No crown, no throne, no shouted claim.
Yet in the lives shaped with care,
Her absence speaks louder than her name.

Now silence rests where she stood,
And time moves on, as time must do.
But respect, once she earned, does not decay
It lives in how we remember her.

The sky is crying, the air is crying.
The world is crying too.
We are crying and remembering her works.
Whole Bangladesh is crying,
We never forget her lovable work for our Motherland.
(This poem is dedicated to, “Begum Khaleda Zia”. (Rest in Peace.1945-2025.)  She is my respectable person.)
Afroza Jesmine.

02.
Poem: “NONE BUT YOU”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
From: TURKEY.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December the Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

I lived the depths of visions, wild and torn,
In shattered country homes by fortune sworn.
Like sins condemned to punishment severe,
My childhood fell to ruin, unaware.
What did I live, beyond this truth so worn?

Through winter storms, through summers’ scattered grain,
My youth and childhood raced with toil and pain.
I never asked why sweat fell from my brow,
My weariness went unseen then, as now.
My world overflowed with longing’s reign.
What did I know, beyond this endless chain?

Within the palace on my heart’s left side,
A crystal love flowed like a sacred tide.
To offer it, as one who kneels in awe,
To a fairytale goddess I adore.
Whom did I love, save you alone, my guide?

An undying volcano wraps my frame,
Its bursting lava feeds an endless flame.
My left side burns within the glowing coal,
I turn to fire, unconsumed, made whole.
For whom did I burn, but you, the same?

In all four seasons, every night and day,
In waking thought, in dreams that steal my way,
In every step I take upon this land,
In silent breaths no voice can understand—
Whom did I think of, but you, come what may?

One country house, a thousand dreams in view,
And all I lived, I lived it all for you.
What did I live, beyond this, tell me true…
Mustafa Naci ÖZER

03.
Poem: “A LOVE LOCK ON THE BRIDGE “
“WE LEFT BEHIND”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

‎ Love always knows how to remain
at the touchpoints of ordinary life.
Sometimes it rests like a soft lullaby
on mossed stone
sometimes as a name carved into cold metal.
Sometimes it is only a small lock
fastened to a bridge watching water and time move on.

A love lock is a gentle promise
Two names meet on steel
warmed by the hands that believe in forever
The lock closes softly, the key is released

The river took the key away
but the vow stays
among thousands of others
Cities age, seasons pass
people come and go
What remains is love
learning how to stay
Vo Thi Nhu Mai.

04.
Poem: “We are humans ”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece .
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

‎ We supposed to build relationships with humans not meta humans
Not animals
Not aliens

We supposed to bring peace in the harmonious world we live
But everyday i see
A woman hugging a cat or dog
Feed them
Bath them
While babies are throwing to the centrer

Men talk to their dogs about their problems and prefer to stay with them
Instead to Go out and meet a human being
What is going with this society of screening
We are becoming clones of ourselves
Without emotion
Without feelings

We celebrate and congratulate only our people…. our tribe
What about the others.. people..that THey are doing so much about what we call
Good
We must say silent
We must not celebrate their achievements?

Humans need recognition
Individuals need assistance in every level due to the COVID test and everything that follows this experiment

But do you think
Having only relationships
with cats and dogs
Is that healthy???

I wonder exactly in what kind of society we are leaving
We don’t even speak to eachother
And when we do
We have hate
We have negative thoughts
We have too much inside our hearts
Too much dark and fear

So i tell you now
Get rid of those toxic feelings
Start reading
Start writing
Start dancing
Start laughing
Life is short
EVA Petropoulou Lianou

05.
Poem: “‎I Rise from the Ashes”
Poet: Xhuli Spahiu .
From: Albania , Kosovo.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December the Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

I rise from the ashes,
not as a miracle,
but as proof
that even falling
has a voice.

I walked on crumbs of hope,
with empty pockets
and a heart full of wounds that never spoke,
yet beat loudly
like drums of war.

Words burned me,
silence knocked me down,
I was forgotten by those
whose hands appeared
only when the light was on.
But I learned the darkness,
the way one learns an ancient language:

slowly,
with fear,
and with respect.

From the ashes I rise,
my back still warm from the fire,
yet my eyes forward.
Because now I know:
strength is not born from victory,
but from standing
when everything tells you “enough.

I am a walking wound,
I am hope that refused to fade,
I am the small step
that challenges fear
every morning.

And if they ask me who I am,
I will simply say:
I am the one who burned,
but did not turn to ash
I am the one who
rose from it.
Xhuli Spahiu
Bio: Xhuli Spahiu is an Albanian poet from Kosovo, whose voice stands out for its sensitivity, deep reflection, and refined poetic language. Her poetry explores themes such as identity, love, inner experience, and the relationship between human beings, time, and memory. With a restrained style and carefully crafted imagery, she brings sincere emotions and universal experiences into her verses. Her work has been published in literary magazines and cultural platforms, establishing her as a distinctive voice in contemporary poetry.

06.
Poem: “‎THE SIMPLEIST THING”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From: Albenia.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December the Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

From words we made a sentence
And from sentences there is a meaningfull science.
But from step to step we advance.
We are so able,
For our readers to be understandable.
We can express our thoughts
And easier can find the best roads!
One day each path…
Can bring the exelent rezuluts on the math!
If we everything collect,
The best way we can select!
Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.

07.
Poem: “Come on December”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad.
From: Gaza City.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December the Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

‎ Life stopped in October
As time has vanished
And the earth stopped rotating
We live the same day
Just black and white
No more colors.
The leaves fell down
And abandoned their mother
The bodies were thrown on the ground
And the souls flew to the sky.
We’re still waiting the new year
Inside a tent full of scars and stained with blood,
Full of memories and tales of pain

Come December,
Wash the blood and heal the wounds
Clean the shame of silence.
Ahmed Miqdad.

08
Poem: “You are a lack for me”
Poet: Valentina Yordanova.
From: Accordia (Bulgaria).
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

‎ And a hundred suns of gold to shine above me,
I do not have your fiery sparkling warmth…
And a hundred songs in a cheerful choir of birds to sing,
I long to hear yours – sung of love.
And a hundred violets with a gentle aroma to smell,
I will seek to feel your aroma everywhere.
And a hundred smiles of stars in the night to shine,
I will always seek your smile among them.
And a hundred times the wind to embrace me instead of you,
I will wait for your embrace from your gentle hands.
And a hundred kisses to shower me with white sea waves,
I will want yours – magical, again.
And a hundred tears of joy to pour from the sky over me,
I will again wait for rain from your laughter to gush.
And a hundred whispers to hear from the trembling of the leaves,
I long for your gentle and healing words.
And a hundred curses of envy from nymphs
will not stop me, to find the way
to your heart again. Even if unknown to you.
And a hundred summers in my life to fly by, I will
be reborn in the new life of spring –
where the fire of love will burn
and doves in love, next to us will coo out of love.
And for now, in my soul, it is still autumn time,
to which a sad melody my thoughts dance.
A heavy rain falls over an old autumn roof.
I would not replace you even with a tear of joy!
Translated by Yoana Konstantinova
Valentina Yordanova.

09.
Poem: “Once She Said”
Poet: Muhammad Adnan
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Once she said,
‘You recite well’
Since then,
I knitted a lot
Every time ‘Her Poetics’
evokes my lyrics
even in chaos
the heart sways and prays
Mentor of endless races
feel her touched echoes in wander,
remain fresh and often mutter
and ponder
in bleak summer;
My heart leaps up like tuna,
recalling her flora and fauna,
living her optimistic sight
always excites in definite might.
Being her graced seeker of a remote area,
cherishing the natural criteria,
wish she live with dignity;
heart ever feels spiritual intimacy.
May the nightingale of Kinnaird ever twitter,
and I, her humble follower, flutter;
The image, the lyrics
forever live enchanting Her Poetics.
‘I dedicate this poem to my professor, Miss Asma Iram’.

10.
Poem: “What If I’m Not Me?”
Poet: Sipra Debnath Tultul.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

What if the mirror lies with grace,
And masks another in my place?
What if the voice I call my own
Is but an echo carved from stone?

What if these hands were taught to reach
For borrowed dreams they dared not teach?
What if the smile I wear each day
Was stitched by fear to keep dismay?

Is this desire truly mine
Or laced with roots of some old vine?
Do these thoughts bloom from soul or cage?
Am I the poet, or the page?

I chase the truths I can’t define,
A maze of self in tangled line.
Each question peels another skin,
Revealing deeper riddles within.

I breathe, I blink, I speak, I see
But tell me, what if I’m not me?
Sipra Debnath Tultul.

11.
Poem: “Deodar Cedar”
Poet: Iram Ijaz.
From:  Lahore, Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

‎ Deodar cedar,
Looks peaceful and beautiful in mountains,
You increase the beauty of Kashmir,
Standing tall as you touch the blue sky.

You have green leaves,
That are covered with snow in winter,
You show courage and strength in storm,
And add charm to the valley of Kashmir.

Birds find shelter in your shade,
And they make songs of peace around you.

Oh deodar,
So calm and strong,
You are the heart of Kashmir.
Iram Ijaz.

12.
Poem: “changing light”
Poet: Mary Garde .
From: Vancouver,Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

bright new days are on there way
a shift again begins to start fresh air will breeze in once more
take us to a different scene makes me happy when I feel
time opens up a new view everything seems to breath new life

when we come to an end of one year
it’s a gift to start another
patience
then there we are
planing what we will do
get out there
stretch up to the sky
get the cob webs out
Mary Garde. mkap

13.
Poem: “WALK ON WATER”
Poet: Irena Jovanović.
From: Serbia .
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Glazed surfaces
mild, smooth, waving bliss
moving mirror
corresponding skies
entering clouds and blue
beauty and purity
inviting stars and dreams
opening sun’s diary
in molecular memory depths
inscribing each drop of rain
into joyful unification
with the ocean of clear mercy
dancing on the precise edge
between up and down
air height and water volumes
creating many circles
completing life creation
with playful imagination
one of the plethora
of the precious gifts of God
expressing Supreme love
turbulence of divine thought
inviting my mind too
to take part in his own favourite
and the most enjoyable, exciting game
to sweet walk on water
ravishing sound vibratory pleasure
Irena Jovanović

14.
Poem: “NIGHT OF THE AUTUMN !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Where will there ever be such a night
A starry night is lost in your thoughts
And after a while you often get tired
This night of autumn will never return

This glorious time will stay stagnant
The waves always sing a soft melody
The wet winds will carry a cold fire
To sing the glory of life in different tune

Let your heart be open to speak up now
The autumn will always fade away
Telling your story in shades of night
Never will the night come back again.
©️ ®️ Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai

15.
Poem: “To Be Like Him “
Poet:‎ Lukman Deborah Kalisa .
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Not just on pulpits or in prayers,
But in the quiet in daily layers.
In dishes cleaned, in words we say,
In how we walk through every day.

To be like Jesus not just in church,
But in traffic, pressure, pain, and work.
To love when it’s hard, stay kind when it’s tight,
To forgive in shadows, not just in light.

To be patient with those who don’t understand,
To hold peace like it’s part of our hand.
To show grace when it’s easier to snap,
To listen deeply, not just react.

To carry joy not just in song,
But when the wait is cold and long.
To live truth in every space,
To walk in mercy, wrapped in grace.

He was human, yet divine ,
And so are we, by Heaven’s design.
Not perfect, no but made to grow,
To plant His love in all we know.

So let us manifest the Son,
In every task until we’re done.
Not just with titles, not just in name,
But in every moment, reflect His flame.
Deborah
Deborah
‎Lukman Deborah Kalisa
Bio: Deborah Writes is a passionate writer and creative voice inspired by faith, everyday moments, and purposeful living. With a love for poetry and storytelling, she aims to inspire, uplift, and reflect truth through her words. When she’s not writing, she’s creating beauty through jewelry and encouraging others to live boldly and gracefully.

16.
Poem: “Imagine”
Poet: Alex Dieppe
From: Vietnam
Primelore Published Date: 30 December the Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

I look at you, from afar
With a jar of honey in your hand
The command of love
Golden and sweet and liquid
I feel you, from afar
My heart marches
Into notes
I row a boat, with your jar of honey
Through the muddy water
Into sprinkled spring, in just a blink.
Alex Dieppe

17.

Poem: “MOTHER”

Poet: Kujtim Hajdari

From: Albenia.

Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.


In the dizziness of time, voices fade,

Under the circle of love, a divided life,

Mother, your figure—a broken mosaic,

Pain of memories, with white light.



Your sacrifices, like a hidden flame,

A strong desire, a high mountain,

But in the moment of loss, cloud upon cloud,

Nothing remains except the golden shadow.



Now I see myself, a reflection,

A light that ignites, but a shadow again,

I am no longer a child, but a melting soul,

In fragments of life where I lose and find.

Mother, you have gone, but you are always near,

In heartbeats, breaths of dreams,

The love you left, the love you took,

The disfigured symphony, which I will never forget.

Kujtim Hajdari

18.
Poem: “I AM YOUR FLUTE”
Poet: Maya Milojkovic .
From: Serbia .
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

‎ Hold me in your hands, my dear God
use my body and words
Hug me tight and rule my life
I am yours, I am your flute
I don’t see my life any other way than in your safe hands, play so that by your sound I feel that I am alive.
Your turns of fingers and lips make me lose my “taste” for this world of lies.
I’m yours, I’m your flute,
hold me and never let me go from your embrace.
Maya Milojkovic

19.
Poem: “Ugliness Is a Seven-Souled Beast”
Poet: Osama Okasha.
From:Egypt.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

To grow accustomed to ugliness is a silent ruin:
it corrupts the senses in secrecy and extinguishes the lamp of reason without a sound.
The soul yields to what it repeats and grows familiar with what it gazes upon incessantly,
until the reprehensible becomes familiar,
the shameful feels safe, and the base appears as though it were part of upright beauty.
When ugliness spreads through every quarter and seeps into ears and eyes,
it becomes a numbing poison:
it kills aversion first, disables moral jealousy next,
and finally strips away insight.
When the eye grows used to distortion, it no longer recoils from it;
when the ear softens to obscenity,
it ceases to shudder; and when the soul settles into baseness,
it deems integrity an affectation and elevation an unnecessary arrogance.
So flee from ugliness as you would flee a ravenous beast. If a lion devours the body,
it ends it in an hour; but when ugliness devours taste and reason,
it destroys them for a lifetime. Abandon gatherings of frivolity,
shun the haunts of indecency, and withdraw from ignoble temperaments;
for disposition is a thief, and character is contagious.
No noble soul keeps company with ugliness without losing something of its nobility,
and no discerning mind accompanies it without a fracture in its insight.
Know that souls are fashioned by what they mingle with, and straightened—or warped—by what they befriend.
If you grant ugliness license at the beginning, it will return to rule you at the end;
if you indulge it for an hour,
it will tyrannize you for a lifetime. Do not appease ugliness,
do not befriend it, and do not linger your gaze upon it. Safety lies in severance,
well-being in aversion, and life—true life—lies in keeping the senses vigilant,
the mind unbowed, and taste elevated,
gazing upon the heights of things rather than their depths.
Osama Okasha.

20.
Poem: “ENDLESS AND HEADLESS LOVE”
Poet: Blerina Pellumbi .
From: France.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

‎ The world gave much to love,
The heart, the words in every breath,
On the roads of life in every journey,
The heart was heard in its small beats.
And the eyes sparkled, stealing spring,
Joy on the lips, beautifully embroidered.
Dreams wove then memories,
They keep them sacred even in visions.

The world created mad loves,
But like a meteor, love also fades.
Its fire feels also the earth,
Like a sea with foam, love resembles.

The world sometimes rejoiced and wept,
And at other times betrayed love.
It spun and twirled,
For love, a woman sacrificed.

The world was poor, but it became rich,
It found happiness through love.
And sometimes it went mad, and deceived,
True love has no end and no beginning…
Blerina Pellumbi

21.
Poem: “Praisive poetry:”
Poet: Samad Daud .
From: .
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

‎ Congratulations! And— many many congratulations!
You’ve completed the 1st year of university.
I’m a nonsense, still — in the TCA!!!
While you passed out the TCA!
And— complete 1st year!
Without my permission, at least— tell me,
Are you living university life without any fear?
Is this your dream to take An English department?
Or this is your or your father’s choice the department?
Even — I don’t want to know any-further!
I just give you the words of wisdoms forever,
Happy completed the year of your university life!
But, I am in the precious year of our TCA life!!
I’ve failed with efforts of trying to come out;
All lucks that changed into bad-luck!!
I didn’t join university, and decided to never join university!
It’s my decision, because— now,
My right has died to live a university life!!!
Alas! I am living the wounds thats related to you!!
You alone joined and I!!!!!
Complete your studies and take a degree!
I am already graduated the dark-life with dark degree!!!!
Congratulations again oh my brave princess!!
I just pray that may your further journey be easy!
May Allah keep you from difficulties!
May Allah ease your study!
May Allah save you from bad sights;
And keep you from negativity!
Congratulations!! Oh my brave princess student!
My wish was to live a university life with you in a same department!
But this never happened!!!
Congratulations!!
Samad Daud

22.
Poem: “LIGHT”
‎Poet: Deborah E. Ilesanmi
From: Nigeria,
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

‎Yes!! I see light!
‎Ooh!! look at the stars up there!.
‎ ‎Who would have thought I had witness the bright side of the earth.
‎ ‎I came from a snowy land where darkness and human are compatible companion.
‎Where we were accustomed to darkened days and work our ass out to feed daily.
‎ ‎Oh what a wonderful feeling to wake up to the sun shining.
‎ ‎This is bliss, This is Life.
‎ Deborah E. Ilesanmi

23.
Poem: “In the Corridors of Dreams”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

In the quiet corridors of slumber,
my soul unfolds its hidden rooms,
where shadows whisper forgotten truths,
and silent rivers carry the weight of unspoken desires.

Each dream, a fragile mirror,
reflecting fragments of my eternal self,
the laughter I lost, the tears I never shed,
the love that bloomed in secret gardens of my heart.

I wander through these fleeting visions,
and in their delicate illusions,
I recognize the infinity within me,
the boundless light that neither time nor fear can dim.
©️©️ Saeeda Akhtar

24.
Poem: “A LIFE WE SAID WE WOULD LOVE!”
Poet: Lulzim Hajdari
From: Albania
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

We said in one life that we would love
And no one would separate us,
But life often proves unfair
How could it stop this love?

The waves of the storm took their toll
And we both raced after wealth,
In opposite directions, we rushed eagerly
And forgot the most important thing, love.

As I recall the great loves through time
And the strength to be together until denial,
I return to myself, angry,
A piece of failure in love and unlucky.

Perhaps fate did not have much to do
From our inability, we have taken this price,
For without water, without bread, and without a home,
They lived, but haven’t pushed their love from the heart!
(Translate Kujtim Hajdari)
Lulzim Hajdari

25.
Poem: “Nothing Has Changed”
Poet: Shelton Gonkerwon .
From: Liberia.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

‎Nothing has really changed
‎Everything remains just the same
‎Everything remains bearing its name
‎Everything remains playing the game
‎Everything remains right on its own lane
‎Everything remains just in its own frame
‎Until then, nothing has changed!!

‎ ‎Sins remains sins, nothing has changed
‎Gold remains gold, nothing has changed
‎Silver remains silver, nothing has changed
‎Diamond is diamond, nothing has changed
‎Human is human, nothing has changed
‎Truth remains truth, nothing has changed
‎History repeats itself, nothing has changed
‎Lie remains lie, nothing has changed
‎Until then, nothing has changed!!

‎ ‎Nothing has changed!!
‎Life remains life, nothing has changed
‎Death remains death, nothing has changed
‎God remains God, nothing has changed
‎Devil rules, evils multiply, nothing has changed
‎…..nothing has changed
‎Heaven remains heaven, nothing has changed
‎Hell remains hell, nothing has changed
Shelton Gonkerwon .
Bio: F. Shelton Gonkerwon is a prominent, emerging Liberian author, poet, and journalist known for his profound historical and moral works, especially his book Dark Freedom, which explores Liberia’s civil war, and his efforts to uplift national literature through organizations like the Union of Liberian Authors (ULA). Nicknamed “Living Socrates” for his wisdom, he’s a voice for Liberian identity, shaping narratives of resilience and striving to put Liberian stories on the global map.

26.
Poem: “FIRE MIND”
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
From:Greece
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

On this fiery threshing floor
The wind dances with the fire
The trumpeter raises the trumpet
The beasts awaken at the invitation!

Evil gods uproot stones
They empty the ichor from the veins
They saddle Cerberus in the Underworld
Vipers and dragons fill the void!…

Demonic broods opened the Gates
And evil spread across the earth
The Crypts of the Sacred were plundered
And the plague of the World was unleashed….

A demon Mind saddles Pegasus
Atop flames he baptizes the new
Through Chaos the gaze lifts
A soul leaves… Sacrifice on an altar! …

A spark of Mind in a ruined castle
It fights with ashes and smoke
But in the ashes, a coal is kept,
It paves the way for new Heavens!
Maria Kolovou Roumelioti

27.
Poem: “Pole Star in the Lonely Sky”
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

A nailed thought in the ceiling of night,
The Pole Star refuses to wander;
Around it, time loosens its grip,
Seasons circle like forgotten questions.

It is the pause between two breaths of chaos,
A vow stitched into the dark;
While destinies tilt and crumble,
Its silence becomes a direction.

Not fire, not stone—only resolve,
A memory the sky will not erase;
Loneliness gathers, but does not defeat it,
For stillness itself is a form of power.

When maps dissolve inside the mind,
And names fall away from the road,
I learn from that distant witness
How staying can also be a journey.
Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee

28.
Poem: “Purport Support”
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra
From: Canada
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Hands Turn, Hands Held Hands Support
The Well Mind Shifting Scrolls Invites The Succinct Sea
To Spin On
It’s Axis Where Somehow Beside An Offprint Octavo A
Quixotic Quarto
Once There A Compendium Of Funky Fusion Trees,
Fallen Leaves
Shelter Through Fields Of Tall Grass Feelings As Rubies
The Mark Of Trishanku’s Ode A Run Of The Waves Up
-on
My Brush Engendered, Drunk Not Asunder.
A Worded Chintz Ya Opuscule? Spell Binding
Picturesquely Punchy, Becoming Heady Syllogism?
Drama
Exacting Could Be A “Turning Point!” Turn
Back” “Net Eventful
Feeling Bookish Alphabetical or “Lost”
Bound
Paperback Princess Diaries
Short-Circuited ?

. Nuances of glow, tunes, a pretty, charming cottage nestl
-ing, in a pretty charming grove,
Beacon of soft white, drew me, in, longing to melt, guide,
bark, my, pretty charming drove
Redirection foreshadows of revolution baked red shades
what, where wood doesn’t burn
Hyperion’s hush in, seas, if, rain looks for open, windows,
who’s knocking at the alcove ?

. Impact Craters & Crater Impact Twin Prelude
Firstly, Let Us Focus On Craters From Cosmic Play Miniscule
In Diameter, To Those That Run Into Lashes. Secondly, What
Then, Is A True Crater ? What About Dual Transient Ring And
More?
Elastic Rebound Centripetal Collapse Back Filling Down Faulting
Transform Create and Recreate.
Velocity Traveling Speed Distinguishes, The Extreme Temps
In Pressures! Of Shock Waves. Reflection Like Refraction And
Vectors Included. Why Did I Say That ? Because Nothing Is
Observable (Weizmann as Double Split Experiment), In Reality
To Begin With, Questions Like Qualifiers, Quantifiers, Empirical
Or Not
Ruby Kaila Malhotra

29.
Poem: “Merry christ Mass”.
Poet: Prabir Kumar Rath
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

A single beat, a single tune
The whole month, stays tuned.
Gentle breeze, blows around,
To welcome, the wisest, essence,
presents, nature creates a merry-note,
human across globe, robs,
happiness, from frost.
A Bell, rings, Winter, springs.
birds’ whistles -message,
Jesus Comes, Almighty, here, is Born,
to cheer all,up, “Zingle Bell”starts.
December, twenty fifth, made
By Magi, brought peace all around.
Behold, listen, observe
When sameness reserves,. prevails,
He WHO!
Is Jesus, Ours all, we are found
in Prosperity, within us among
Diversity.The Best Unity there,On
X-Mas day as deity , united -we love to
Play merry go round.
All the way,let ring the bell,
say,Feel, bestow thy love to the
Humanity, make the whole world,
into christianity, saviour
Of, civilization, need an inclination,
to be by the path
Jesus leads us on the very-path
Let’s say everyday,
“Merry christ Mass”.
Prabir Kumar Rath

30.
Poem: “Matu”
Poet: Ishaka Bame Kainboy
From: Sierra Leone
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Just you it was in all those troubling nine months,
‎And just you it’s been in all raging storms.
‎Just you it was in those pains of birth,
‎And just you it’s been clearing my paths while I rotate the earth.

‎ ‎It’s been just you in all my odds,
‎Even when my life seems stuck in muds.
‎It’s been just you that could come through,
‎Even if it takes passing through deadly crews.

‎ ‎From you I receive my shield in hustles,
‎Your energy, when weak refills my muscles.
‎From you I receive motivations,
‎Your wings I use fly over temptations.

‎ ‎In you I see reasons not to give up,
‎Not even when life chokes me up.
‎In you I see reasons to keep movin’ on,
‎Even when life seems to take a u-turn.
‎ ‎In you exist no spirit of anger,
‎Problems you discourage with laughter.
‎In you I see the spirit of a mother
‎And not willingness to murder.

‎ ‎Your name I shall fly high in nations,
‎And your smile shall light up every occasion.
‎Your face shall glow with Nile of smiles,
‎And your fame shall spread in million miles.
‎A promise!
‎ ‎ ©️ BaMe
Bio: Ishaka Bame Kainboy is an Economist that fell in love with poetry since childhood. He grew up on Turtle Island, where every movement of nature resonates with poetry.

31.
Poem: “I Remember That Room”
Poet: Resama Sultana
From: Odisha,India
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Whenever I grow tired in the heat of life,
Tired of my own truths… and others’ lies,
I walk back, in my heart,
to that same little room.
I remember that room…

The one painted in soft and deep memories,
that held me in its gentle arms,
like a mother wraps her child
in the safety of her love.
I remember that room…

That old wooden door,
so hard to open —
just like my father’s silence,
hiding oceans of affection within.
I remember that room….

That chair… that tiny vase,
the laughter of my childhood,
the unspoken care of my parents —
everything whispered softly there.
I remember that room….

And even now, when the sun burns bright
and the world feels too loud…
somewhere deep inside,
I remember that room…..
Resama Sultana

32.
Poem: “HEAVENLY EARTHLY KARLOVCI”
(Opposite the picture of Đorđe Kolarević)
Poet: Mirjana Stefanicki Antonic.
From: Republic of Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Karlovac vineyards under the moon
Lastar in thoughts of loved ones
Wine made by the Dionysian cult
Wine is the drink of the gods.
From the best grapes of the hills of Srem
Varieties of incense sticks
Worn road
Illuminated with straw yellow color
With the beaytiful green shades of the vineyards
Impression explosion
Karlovac sulphurised cellars
They smell like the soul of a winemaker.
On the right bank of the Danube
A magical combination of heaven and earth in Karlovac

Against the image and power of the purple easel
I wake up drunken by the morning.
I see the day and the grapes ripeniong.
Rampaš in fermentation
I carres the sun’s shadow spilled
In the infinity of steps
Bound by the corner of the painter’s canvas
Oh, Karlovci
Mirjana Stefanicki Antonic

33.
Poem: “Peace is sleeping”
Poet: Imma Schiena.
From: Puglia, Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Peace sleeps
in winter hibernation
that everyone appeases.
In this devilish indifference
the light took away.
In Morpheus’ arms,
son of Ipno,
she no longer watches over
this twisted generation
that no longer believes in anything, anymore
of nothing it marvels at, no more.
Imma Schiena
Bio: Imma Schiena was born in 1970 in Apulia. She teaches Economics and Law. Her publications include “La pace è femmina,” Neos Edizioni, Turin, 2025 is multilingual: Arabic, French, Spanish and English. In 2025 she received the culture award “Dante Alighieri” – National Center for Literary Arts Studies Atlantide In October 2025, she was awarded the title Doctor Honoris Causa in Social and Human Sciences by the International Academy of Art and Literature (IAAL). Since 2023, she writes for the literary magazine “La Voce agli Italiani. In 2024, she joined the “Terminal Realism movement” founded by Guido Oldani, considered by herself as “the Maestro.” She has received numerous awards in various literary competitions, including the Turinlive Festival 2015. In 2021 and 2024, she received the World Acknowledgement for promoting Peace and Freedom through culture from the UMPPL, and the Humanitarian and Peace Awards from the Royal Kutay Mulawarman Peace International Institute.

34.
Poem: “Mother: the Fountain and Fauna”
Poet: Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
From: Egypt.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Call her a devotee of matchless love,
Call her the crutch of help when push comes to shove,
Mother, I am lost without your pursuance dove,
Mother is that emerald and that jasmine in the morrow,
She is the slavation of that untold sorrow,
The divine creation and ravishing sign,
An angel with sublime and transcendental epithets we toe her line,
She carried us once inside her umbilical womb,
A kinship nexus bond cord unbroken till abode in tomb,
She is the healer, the guidance, the taciturn voice of me,
The instructor, the admonisher, the pursuer of my glee,
A paragon of benediction and charity,
Be her a role model of limitless altruism and chastity,
Let alone that one whose paradise laid underneath her feet,
Our Lord’s messengers with prophecy to mercy her and subdue to greet,
She is origin of our breath, whiff of livilihood, understood?
She is the affiliated wealth in today’s errands and the Hereafter, motherhood,
Mother is all-in-all attached to my lifelong kindness and existence,
Let alone the word of God to prevail lenience and propagate subsistence,
She is the sole entire heavenly grant, without her, destitution of beauty,
An epitome of longing and adoration, no one else except for her fulfillment of duty,
Let alone an aura of reparation in the time of tribulation and dismay,

Call her the fuel of my survival, and come what may
Who else can stand the throes of hardships for my sake,
May the Almighty mercy her soul in abode of eternity till wake,
My fountain and fauna of purity and goodness in abominable world:
Without you, dreams on the vestige of a nightmare, presaging hopes at stake.
Ahmed Farooq Baidoon

35.
Poem: “Twinkle twinkle”
Poet: Reuben Njiru
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.
Twinkle twinkle, festive night
Gifts abound, delight in sight Laughter echoes,
hearts are bright Merry moments, pure joy’s light
Balloons fly, colors blend
Dancing feet, joyous trend Music plays,
sing along Merry vibes, happy throng
Bijayera Masa, vibes are high
Washing worries, twirling skies Smiles contagious,
love’s in air Merry poem, hope it’s fair
Glowing stars, sparkle play
Wishing joy, on this merry day Cheers to fun,
cheers to cheer Merry moments, forever here!
Reuben Njiru
Bio: I am a responsible and diligent student who is committed to academic excellence and personal development. I approach my studies with focus, organization, and a strong sense of responsibility. I value respectful collaboration, thoughtful participation, and continuous improvement. Through my education, I strive to develop skills, discipline, and character that will prepare me for future academic and professional opportunities, while contributing positively to the school community.

36.

Poem: “New oath”
Name: Imran Khan Raj
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

New year anew
calling again,
Forgetting past memories
Be careful now.
As wrong as before
Clean it up,
First for the country
go ahead.
In a new day of new light
Take a new oath,
No matter how many obstacles come
No one will be misled.
Imran Khan Raj

37.
Poem: “Lonely hearts”
Poet: Xrysoula Foufa
Primelore Published Date: 30 December The Last Tuesday of the year 2025.

Loneliness creeps in our rooms.
Words of solitude are depicted
on dilapidated walls.
Sincerity is diminished.
Warm hearts are rare to find .
Signs of distance
become signs of isolation.
Bridges are left incomplete to hover over empty words of compassion.
Walls are constantly built
to remind us of our seclusion.
We are left
like flowers in the tempest
like boats in a hurricane.
© Xrysoula Foufa

Thanks, all participants.