“Poetry, Language Of The Soul” P.L.O.T.S. ~ Creatives Magazine

✍🏾We Are On Amazon – Get Your Copy!✍🏾 “Poetry, Language Of The Soul, Volume I.”  by Maxwanette A Poetess

“The Poetic Storm, Volume II.”, by Maxwanette A Poetess

Our Main Focus, Will Be On Poetry’s Reflection Of  & On Humanity From Around The Globe

🌹✍🏾”We’re All In This Thing Called Life, TOGETHER…Remember?”✍🏾🌹

“Namastè & One Love” ❤💛💚

When we started this blog, we were not sure where to take it, where we were going, and what use we would serve. All Maxwanette A Poetess knew, was that she had a message. This took her back to something her Mother (also the 1st Poet in Maxwanette’s life), Hyacinth W.M., used to tell her growing up, “Nothing beats a man with a plan.” This inspired Maxwanette to come up with not only the name of her 1st book (Poetry, Language Of The Soul), but a few ideas.

She had P.L.O.T.S. & Things Started To Mesh And Blend. 

Maxwanette stated, “A major part of my purpose, is to bring others together, to be a link, resource, bridge, or a liaison, in a myriad of forms. I use my words and poetry to do so, on a regular basis. As we know, words are as powerful as we make them. As a Poetess, I feel a certain dedication to my role in the world of poetry.” – P.L.O.T.S. Also Became A Legally Licensed Business, in June of 2020.

There Are So Many Poets, Authors, Writers, Artists, Dancers, Musicians, Entrepreneurs, Chefs/Cooks, You Name It, Out There! Part Of Our Function, Is To Share, Showcase, And Or Shine A Light Where 1 May Not Normally Look, Or Even Be Aware Of.  

Link To Other Published Poets & Authors:

Our Facebook Group – Link To The Creatives Bridge(Formerly, The Poetic-Chain): ⤵️

P.L.O.T.S. Tries To Share Love, Positivity, Unity, Oneity, Overstanding, Compassion, Forgiveness, Encouragement, Knowledge, Enlightenment, Compliment, Facing & Dealing With Negativity, Embracing of Positivity, Love of Self, Others, Life…EXISTENCE. 

America’s Motto Is: “United We Stand, Divided, We Fall.

Jamaica’s Motto Is: “Out Of Many, One People.”

Africa’s Motto Is: “Unity In Diversity”

With This…


When P.L.O.T.S. Started: June 2017

“Think, Feel, Be.”

My poetry is the language in which my soul speaks.

I created this blog, to share my poetry.

Who knows? Maybe it may also encourage people to “WRITE!”

I feel, that, “Everyone Is A Poet!”

Whether we know it or not. That’s how it sounds in my ear. It’s what flows, like the air we breathe.

I hope to touch a soul and or heart, light the proverbial spark and remind us all of who we are.

🌹✍🏾”We’re All In This Thing Called Life, TOGETHER…Remember?”✍🏾🌹

“Namaste & One Love”💖💛💚

~By Maxwanette A. Poetess

Producer of: Poetry, Language Of The Soul (P.L.O.T.S.)

The Death of Edgar Allen Poe

The Raven author left New York City in 1849 bound for Richmond, but only made it as far as Baltimore, where a passer-by noticed the delirious and incoherent writer slouched in front of a bar on October 3. He was taken to a nearby hospital, where he died four days later. The local newspaper attributed his […]

The Death of Edgar Allen Poe

*”Sad demise of such a brilliant, yet sullen Poet” ~Maxwanette A Poetess

🌹✒POETRYS – Aneeta Chitale (aka Shanita Vichare)✒🌹

Perished World!    

I am a bird perched on the branches of 

Rubber trees

My beautiful feathers, like a rainbow arc

Paints the landscape

In splendid colours !

I fly to the mountain tops

I see the lush green valleys turned

Bare and burned

Cut trees – trunks turmoil

Like Wizard’s cruel wand

Left to bleed 

Hurt too deep!

Human beings are so unkind 

To cut trees, for building their own house n huts

My nest is snatched 

So ruthlessly!

The Rainforest are burning

The fires roaring, flames swallowing 


Vardent trees n flowers n

Canopy of greens regimed

The Jungle’s 


Lived in glory 

When the

Monkeys chirped,   

Bumblebee’s hummed

Orangutans sneered

The Lion’s roared

The Macaws prattle

Owls hooted

The Jaguars jumped 

The Elephants trumpet

The snakes hizzed

All are now astray

In the blazing orange grey flames

Of destruction

Perished species

Some on the verge of 


Are left with out a habitat

Such are the cruelties of mankind

Deaf to the woes of animals 

Their silent cries

Who were once the glory 

Of the jungles

Are shunned now!

I fly to the southern skies

Mocked by humans

I try to build my nest in 

The Tropical lands

My maple trees, and sandel wood trees. Are cropped, chopped 

With mighty blows

I fly and perch on the Banyan tree

I find some solace

Fluttering my hurt wings

Caged in defaced world!

Sitting under the 

Bodhi Tree

I am enlightened

To see my self and my birdee’ s fate

Oblivion, lost in hazy smoke n

Grey skies!

But I can’t accept my future

Betrayed and burned

By the atrocities done by the humans

 I fly, to other lands ,further

 Only to survive

 A frail existence!

The rivers are drowned in a pool 

Of sullen existence 

Murky, waters and carrying the dead souls

Washing human sins, before the part for their heavenly journeys

Seeking pennance 

For their shaky rumblings!

I fly to the end of the world

I fly to burrow in trees


Scare now 


Find my own

Sky lines 

With the winds of change

Bereft of my ecosystems

Over the Amazon 

Rain forest!

(C) Poet Aneeta Chitale 23/05/2022

Theme – Climate Change

La Louvre

Standing on the banks of river Seine

In Paris shines majestically the 

Remnants of the mediaeval Louvre Fortress once, 

Now enfolds antiquities, grandiose, evanescence , immortal art engraved – inked, polished, painted, grafted, 

Sculpted in Stella

All stand tall still in amber light

Telling glorious stories to mankind some in spirited moods and some in sombre.

History of bygone era

Sculptures raise to talk to us, of untold saga of sad, bitter truths of brutal wars of Egyptian, Byzantine, Mediaeval and Roman empires.

The Rosetta Stone-  granodiorite 

Tells of Egyptian times and scripts decodes of battles, death and suffering of a mother’s pain , her copious tears!

Each a priceless craft, Surreal paintings, on canvas or glass.

Mesmerizing Monalisa’s enigmatic smile

Captivates the mortals’s mind

Triggers hundred’s of questions

Well poised, enchanting eyes enamored 


And bewitching smile of Monalisa!

Mystifies her portrait 

Is she real?  Who painted her? 

Was she mystical? 

Is she smiling at me?

 The rhetoric

Keeps you spell bound, and lingers on every voyeurs mind forever!

All eyes rest on the quintessential art

Chef-d- œuvre ‘Leo nardo da Vinci’ 

The millennials

still visits the museum of magnificence

 Of paradise and knowledge 

 sculptures,  paintings, ceremics 

Collages of Renaissance in awe!

Sun dials will turn everyday

Time will tik tok! forever but

La Louvre will stand 

On the sands of time 

Citadel of Treasures! 

Printed in La Fenètre de Paris 

Poetry anthology dedicated to France 

All Copyrights of the Poet Shanita Vichare.  (aka Aneeta Chitale)

4/ April 2022 India


I am made to come to life

By your soft touch and 

master strokes 

Formed in mind’s eye n 

God’s image ‘

A picture perfect  



Radiant and 

Sensuous ! Diana

Bejewelled In My Artistry 

Wrapped in smooth silken folds  Embellished in enticing curves

 I stand 


 to perfection     

 By your  guilded hands. 
I dazzle and entrap 

 My admirers 


 my ravishing looks

I exburiate 

A thousand dreams 

A thousand moans 

Of my lovers 

In frenzy 

I gaze at them

…. besotted in my guise

But  I am only yours 

In my body and soul

I am made from 

A speck of dust ! 

When you chiselled 

My beauteous form!

Poem (c) of Aneeta Chitale from India


I saw a gypsy

By the side of- Pharaoh’s in Egypt

So scintillating was her headgear adorned

With silvern and gold coins

She walked in poise as she

Skirted her long Egyptian Gypsy Trails

Clad in ……

Myriad colours and mystique stance

She walked round the tall big

 Pharaoh’s and Pyramids

Lost in archaic time

May be she had

To find her answers

Buried deep, lost in vicisstudes of time!

She gazed at her ‘Crystal Ball’

Intonating with chimes

And walked away,

As if The Pharaoh’s would breathe to life

And she would find

The secrets of life!

In tombs one lived a life

After death,

So the tale of Pharaoh’s tell

So exotic and ephemeral

In times they lived!

I stood behind, the tombs

Struck in awe and wonder

I too looked at The Pyramids

Forever thinking

Why The Kings, The Pharaoh’s lay

In majestic tombs?

Each bespoke

A story of it’s reign

In Egypt!

Waiting to breathe to life

Perhaps…..I think

May be the winds knew the secret!

The Gypsy too bespoke

A truth!

They would rise to rule

In glory of their tribe!

To live in a mirage

Of time travel

Of battles fought long ago, to recount

Glory in the Aquarian age!

To tell the story, to the spirits

And mankind

I wondered, if the dead would rise

From the sand dunes?


In time travel…….

I followed her

To the streets of Baghdad, in Samara

by the river, Tigris

The sun had set, and she carried

Frankieinsence, burnt briquettes

In a silver ‘Bakhoor’

She trailed it’s incense and peacock feathers

In the bazaars and wadi’s of

The old, den of Caliph!

She spelled her charms and

Wore her talisman, her amulets

Intricately designed,

Bedounian styled

Whispering to herself….

Secret messages

Of the wind and the water!

She wore orthoceras dagger ring,

Long and crafty Omani style

Decked in Aqeeq Red Rings

Bejewelled her- all ten fingers

With cats eye and moonstones

She wore her long ‘Black Abeya’

Puffed in lingering scents

Clinging to her bosom, her Arabic perfumes

Adorned with Egyptian silver cuffs,

And ten toe nails, covered in Bedounin’s maze

I followed her in awe and wonder

Like a man in trance!

Dare not ask her my………

Good fortune!

I think, she was…. my Talisman !

Who took me to

The streets of Baghdad! 

Poem Gypsy (c) Aneeta Chitale from India dated  August 27th 2019. All Copyrights Reserved.

Peace Begins In Our Heart!

 Raging nations 

Waging  wars for arsenal

and ascending frontiers

Flying hawkers, stinger missiles, gunshots and tanks buring in blazes

All to shoot the enemy down

Do or Die! Is the godam word 

Bloody bath, and battle cry

Is seen in ghost towns and barns

Killing of innocent people, the old and the young- too naive to understand the ploys of coy nations!

The nation bleeding, people fleeing

All refugees now, in foreign lands

Escape ! Refuge! Harassed minds and Hallucinations of the bombings

Sirens trilling , orphaned children and deluded , helpless parents.

Living in bare minimums now , in chared buildings n bunkers

Life tumbled like a pack of cards!

Life is so fragile! 

Exodus of a nation

Crying for Peace!

Peace to breathe peace to feel peace to preserve brotherhood !

By (c) Poet Aneeta Chitale

🌹✒POETRYS – Lucille A LaRohe✒🌹

Embracing the Sea is an
Immersion within her soul
And her pulsating heart beat
With each swell
Sequentially lapping
Against the shore with
Its own rythmic pulse
From the currents
Of the deep
Where precious
Treasures are
Discovered ~

Her caressing Sea Spray
And soothing seafoam
Against our skin
Like a second skin

Adrift are you are at
Peace and by the Sea
Under a cerulean sky
Just you and occasional
Gull in flight
Enjoying the vastness
Of the beautiful Sea


Lucille A LaRohe
Image Pinterest
Credit to the rightful owner

🌹✒POETRYS – Shahnaz Parveen (Bangladesh)✒🌹

Shahnaz Parveen

Born into a cultured aristocratic family in Dhaka district, Bangladesh

Father – Yunus Mia

Mother-Begum Kamrun Nahar.

  She holds a master’s degree in Islamic history from Eden Women’s University.

   Apart from her studies, she struggled against social taboos and freed herself from injustices and adversities of the society.

She engaged herself in social cultural and literary activities by writing poems in Bengali, presenting/ reciting poems in literary festivals and seminars. 

 She is also a regular contributor in daily, monthly and quarterly published  national and international  news papers and magazines. She received many certificates for her poetry from national and international poetry groups.

She is well known poetess in Bengali poetry in international literary arena and also translates her poetry in English language.

  A well known poetess in Bangladesh, her writings are regularly published in several newspapers in USA, France, Singapore, London, New York, India, Nepal and Tripura.

Her 5 books of poetry have been published in ‘Amar Ekushey Book Fair’

My First book of poems –

1 Nonajol chuey

 ( Touching the Sea -water ) 

Published in 2017

2|  The Dalchut Megh

(The  Desolate Cloud) in 2018. 

3|  Karopute joma jol 

 (  Water  Collected in Folded  palms) in 2019.

4| Nakkhater’s Ayomay sanshar.  ( The Iron- clad Family  of Stars)   in 2020

5|  Selected poems 

In 2022.

🌹⭐Castillo, Appointed As President of CIESART Headquarters-Philippines⭐🌹

Castillo, Appointed As President of CIESART Headquarters-Philippines
Camara Internacional de Escritores y Artistas, Espana (International Chamber of Writers and Artists) is having their global expansion. Recently, Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo was appointed as the President of the Official CIESART Headquarters in the Philippines.
Castillo is a multi-awarded International Author/Poet/Visual Artist from the Philippines. A Doctor of Literature Nominee in 2019, she is the author of 2 books and a co-author to more than 100 international anthologies. Her works were already translated into 13 languages.
Dr. Marlon Gruezo and Dr. Sharon A. Villaverde were also appointed as Vice President and Executive Director, respectively.
Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo




The madness of thoughts
Running rampant with emotions
Twisted premeditated actions
Flaming fire, left with gun-powdered outlines
Innocence of Youth, ripped from existence
The Teacher, teaches how quickly life is taken

Lives lost, robbed so early
Heartbreak and mayhem
Have become too common of a theme
Mentally-illed, unchecked, uncared for anguish
Festering, pestering, the psyche, destroying the Soul
Fermenting into new-made monsters

Guns are controlled
By those who have decent control
Of life & of self
Destruction is controlled by the uncontrollable
That have easier access to weaponry
Than those that need protecting

Gasping of air, lights in eyes go dim
Parents & family, left empty and crying
Caskets lined with young gems
And teachers that loved them


by Maxwanette A Poetess

Dedicated to the lives taken in such avoidable violence. Normally people use the word “senseless.” But this makes perfect sense. If we do not do something about mental illness, the lack of love, compassion, understanding, and address these issues beforehand? This murderous madness will not cease. This child that took these live? Was exhibiting violence & mental illness way before this point. WHY WAS NOTHING DONE? WHY WAS THIS IGNORED UNTIL HE LOST IT??? THIS TOO HAS GOT TO STOP!”

My deepest & heartfelt condolences to the families & community. Rest In Love.

🌹✒POETRYS – “A Song For Sheroes” by BOB MCNEIL✒🌹

*This Was A Captivating Event

Poem Derived From: Verses Of Realness
by Bob McNeil

To order it for a mere $10; PayPal address: mcneil_bob@yahoo.com or Bob McNeil, P. O. Box 144, Hollis, NY 11423
Bob McNeil, writer, editor, cartoonist, and spoken word artist, is the author of Verses of Realness (https://tinylink.net/muF6C) Hal Sirowitz, a former Queens, NY Poet Laureate, called the book “a fantastic trip through the mind of a poet who doesn’t flinch at the truth.” Among Bob’s recent accomplishments, he found working on Lyrics of Mature Hearts to be a humbling experience because of the anthology’s talented contributors. Copies of that collection are available here: 


🌹✒TOP 5 POEMS TODAY (poets.org)✒🌹

Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928.

(audio included on site)

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

From And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. Reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc.

Danez Smith is the author of Don’t Call Us Dead (Graywolf Press, 2017) 


not an elegy for Mike Brown

Danez Smith

I am sick of writing this poem
but bring the boy. his new name

his same old body. ordinary, black
dead thing. bring him & we will mourn
until we forget what we are mourning

& isn’t that what being black is about?
not the joy of it, but the feeling

you get when you are looking
at your child, turn your head,
then, poof, no more child.

that feeling. that’s black.


think: once, a white girl

was kidnapped & that’s the Trojan war.

later, up the block, Troy got shot
& that was Tuesday. are we not worthy

of a city of ash? of 1000 ships
launched because we are missed?

always, something deserves to be burned.
it’s never the right thing now a days.

I demand a war to bring the dead boy back
no matter what his name is this time.

I at least demand a song. a song will do just fine.


look at what the lord has made.
above Missouri, sweet smoke.

Copyright © 2014 by Danez Smith. Reprinted from Split This Rock’s The Quarry: A Social Justice Poetry Database. 

A poet, novelist, fiction writer, and playwright, Langston Hughes is known for his insightful, colorful portrayals of black life in America from the twenties through the sixties and was important in shaping the artistic contributions of the Harlem Renaissance.


Let America Be America Again

Langston Hughes – 1901-1967

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

From The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 1994 the Estate of Langston Hughes. Used with permission.

Ross Gay is the author of Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2015), winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award and the Kingsley Tufts Award.


A Small Needful Fact

Ross Gay

Is that Eric Garner worked
for some time for the Parks and Rec.
Horticultural Department, which means,
perhaps, that with his very large hands,
perhaps, in all likelihood,
he put gently into the earth
some plants which, most likely,
some of them, in all likelihood,
continue to grow, continue
to do what such plants do, like house
and feed small and necessary creatures,
like being pleasant to touch and smell,
like converting sunlight
into food, like making it easier
for us to breathe.

Copyright © 2015 by Ross Gay. Reprinted from Split This Rock’s The Quarry: A Social Justice Poetry Database.

Claude McKay, who was born in Jamaica in 1889, wrote about social and political concerns from his perspective as a black man in the United States, as well as a variety of subjects ranging from his Jamaican homeland to romantic love.


If We Must Die

Claude McKay – 1889-1948

If we must die—let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die—oh, let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
Oh, Kinsmen! We must meet the common foe;
Though far outnumbered, let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

Used by permission of the Archives of Claude McKay (Carl Cowl, administrator).

Let’s See…
1. Hyacinth Williams-Moncrieffe – My Mom & she also introduced me to the world of poetry. Watching her recite, was magical.
2. Maya Angelou – Her style, poise, delivery, and attitude when reciting spoke volumes.
3. Louise Bennett Coverly – Introduced to me by my mother & provided a cultural bonding of pride.
4. Edgar Allan Poe – He scared & exhilarated my mind at a young age. His style of Poetry, let me know, poetry was limitless.
5. Oku Onuora – His style, reciting, lessons, & messages of his poetry is phenomenal. It’s knowledge & enlightenment on a higher level (UP).
~By Maxwanette A Poetess




We Welcome On-board:

Ras Atiba
Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo
Author Shahid Abbas

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We Have Surprise Additions Coming This Monday!
In The Interim…

Has undergone quite a transition. Yes, as many know, we have ALWAYS been Global, for we reach out & feature Creatives from all over the world. But it’s bigger than that…

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Often, I forget or simply am so busy, I do not promote myself. I had to pause, and make this acknowledgement towards a submission, that’s very vital to Humanity:

I am sending this special thank you to William S. Peters Sr. & The Inner Child Press, Ltd., for including my poem, for such a worthy cause, topic, event, & anthology. I consider it a humbling honor, to be amongst such greatness & creativity.

PLEASE NOTE: Maxwanette A Poetess resides in the USA. Her parents are both Jamaican born.



CLIMATE CHANGE . . . do or die.

146 pages In FULL COLOR

Now available for purchase at discount . . . $12.00

and FREE Download . . .

Project Manager : Kimberly Burnham, Ph.D.

This project is wholly underwritten by :

Inner Child Press International
‘building bridges for cultural understanding’


Check out all the wonderful authors who have contributed their consciousness :

Table of Contents

Foreword by Kimberly Burnham ix
Climate Change . . . The Poetry
Ibrahim Honjo, Canada 3
Eliza Segiet, Poland 8
Solomon C Jatta, Gambia 10
Frank Verkley, Canada 12
Sherife Allko, Albania, Tiranë -Shqipëri 15
M A Shaheed, United States 18
CSP Shrivastava, Bengaluru, India 21
Maxwanette A Poetess, Jamaica 23
Dr. Ratan Ghosh, India 25
Anthony Arnold, United States 27
Dr. Debaprasanna Biswas, India 29
Orbindu Ganga, India 31
Queen aka Lana Joseph, United States 34
Tapas Dey, India 38
Swayam Prashant, India 40
Roula Pollard, Greece 42
Abdumominov Abdulloh, Uzbekistan 44
Kimberly Burnham, United States 32
Rajashree Mohapatra, Bhubaneswar(Odisha) India 48
Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo, The Philippines 50
Hassan Hegazy Hassan, Egypt 52
Sweta Kumari, India 55
Ashok Bhargava, Canada 57
Dhama Dove, Indonesia 59
Shareef Abdur-Rasheed/Zakir Flo, United States 61
C L Battick, United States 63
Ariel Noelle, United States 66
Shahid Abbas, Pakistan 69
Alyssa Jan Dela Fuente, World Citizen 71
Monsif Beroual, Morocco 73
The Oracle aka Denise Lyles-Cook, United States 75
hülya n. yılmaz, United States, Turkey 77
william s peters, sr., United States 80

Climate Change . . . The Gallery 83
Other Socially Conscious Anthologies 109


*poem pic courtesy of African Children page

A poem I composed for “Song of Sahel”, global charity anthology for the benefit of the children in the Sahel region in Africa. “The Song Of Sahel was in aid of the people of Sahel who face a terrible crisis of starvation, war, displacement and drought.”

“Blessed Be The Children Of Tomorrow”

I always thought you can see the truth through a child’s eyes
That innocent look, that adorable smile
Takes you to blooming fields and enchanting places all worth your while.
Children playing in the dancing rains
Water splashes chiming in with their cheerful giggles.

There is wisdom when a child speaks
If only you would listen with your heart
It is in their innocence where positive outlooks lie
Without a tinge of evil or hidden agendas
Talking to a child is like a breath of fresh air!

In this world we live in
We at times neglect these little blessings from above
Considered angels by the heavens
But why do some have to suffer here on earth
No use blaming each other for it is poverty that makes people ill.

In a child’s eye, one can see hope
A bright promising future they all deserve to have
Blessed be the children of tomorrow
Give them moments worth remembering
For lives they have just borrowed from God.

Reach out to those needing our affection
Be the guiding light to those asking for your protection
Blessed be the children of tomorrow
The future generation is the future of a brand new world!

Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2013




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Rate “Me” – Healthcare

Written by  Life Coach Carioca Da Gema   As far as service goes I do not anticipate much from a doctor’s office visit. I figured “no expectations no disappointments”. But to have a doctor with no personality ask me for a review, floored me. Many doctors are miserable.  They are either struggling financially to […]

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*”Sad truths” ~Maxwanette A Poetess

Late Night (after Li Po)

The moon smiles upon my bed. I consider frost and ice, and raising my head, the bright sky. Lying back, I think of home.   Once again, I’ve attempted to shiver myself into a timeless piece. I can only hope that my version does not offend.   The transliteration from Chinese-Poetry.com follows: Bed before […]

Late Night (after Li Po)

*”Absolutely Lovely!” ~Maxwanette A Poetess

Spotlight Poetry – A Collection of Poems by Kritika Maheshwari – Valorous Bird – Published by Susi Bocks – The Short of It – I Write Her

Originally posted on I Write Her: Bankim Desai – Unsplash End Might look loose but it’s the end Period. Appreciate appreciate, don’t suffocate for love without complaints has a palatable taste; no haste impatience will leave stains time’s teachings are no waste Caterpillar smoothly tearing the soft layer of balmy cocoon the once crawling being…

Spotlight Poetry – A Collection of Poems by Kritika Maheshwari – Valorous Bird – Published by Susi Bocks – The Short of It – I Write Her

*Beautiful expressions! {Maxwanette A Poetess}

My Death By Stephen Amo

My Death •••••••••••••• in vacuum i sit making enquiry and probes into how this might end the last pages of the book of life i know will certainly not end on a comedy for millenniums it do end on a tragedy this i know so fast it will spread through bushes landing on every ear […]

My Death By Stephen Amo

*Saddening piece, yet beautiful. {Maxwanette A Poetess}

🌹✒Being Shipped-Out Today! Destination: Zambia✒🌹

“I am blessed to have a wonderful sister, Denise. As I am still immobile, the work still continues. She’ll be shipping these 7 copies to Ndungu Mojah today. From America to Zambia. I look forward to their arrival. Great job Son – We did it!!!” ~Maxwanette A Poetess

Poet & Author: Ndungu Mojah Chitebe aka Ndungu Mojah

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Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah, Bangladesh

Pen-name SHIKDAR MOHAMMED KIBRIAH, originally named SHIKDAR GULAM KIBRIA according to the national ID, born on 1st July, 1968, in Sylhet, Bangladesh, Masters in philosophy, globally published, recognized, acclaimed, awarded, translated and featured world poet, essayist, story writer, critic, translator, ambassador and philosopher. He is a bilingual poet and writer writing in Bangla and English. Shikdar is a global poetry promoter and literary figure. He is the founder and president of Poetry and Literature World Vision. His published books are so far 17. Eight on poetry, six on prose and three on story. Recently Prodigy Published, USA has published his philosophic poetry collection Bradly’s Brother and A Banyan Man. He has over 100 articles on philosophy and literature and 400 poems in Bengali and English. He is been featured Global poet and participated in world poetry conferences, International poetry festivals and literary conclaves. He is an ambassador of world peace, love and humanity appointed by different literary, cultural and poetic forums active globally.
His writings are often published in world famous, print and electronic magazines, journals, newspapers, websites, blogs and anthologies like Revista Poetica AZAHAR, Spain, Atunis Galaxy, Belgium-Albania, Taifas Literary Magazine, Italy, Poetryzine Magazine, Greece-Serbia, Bharat Vision of Motivational strips, Denmark, Dash Web Magazine UK, Pol Magazine, UK, The Space, UK. The Poet Magazine, UK, Polis Magazine, Greece, Growth, South Macedonia, Online Journal Fairy Elf, Ukrain, Willwash. wordpress blogazine, Nigeria, Fm786 News Portal, USA, BD Techno Solution, Bangladesh, Literoma Culture Flash, India, Poets Unlimited, South Africa, The Moment International News, Egypt, Kenya Times, Kenya, Al-Arabi, Egypt, Agarid, Lebanon, The Asian, Egypt, Shabdakunja, Bangladesh, Cosmic poetry, India, Chinese Literature, Sahu News, Today’s Headlines, YidianZixun, Shanxii science and technology, China, Ghorsawar, India, Hellobangladesh, Spain, Homo-Uninersalis.blogspot.com, Greece etc.. His poems have been published in world class Anthologies like AZAHAR Revista Poetica, Spain, Let Us Breathe (Chapbook), USA, World Poets Serbia Anthology/2021(350 poets of the world), Compassion (100 poets of the world in one theme), Bosnia-USA, Womanhood, India, Friends and Friendship, UK, Pol Prose Poetry, UK, The Space, UK. Hera: The Light of Woman, Portugal, Healing Through Poetry, Canada, Mother: an eternal soul, India, Over The Rainbow, Greece-Serbia, Beauty of Life, India, Break The Silence-AMAZON bestseller Anthology, Trinidad and Tobago, Palestine and against war, Bangladesh, Atunis Galaxy Anthology-2022, Belgium-Albania, Candles of Hope, an encyclopedia of thousand of poets of the world, Tunisia, Ancient Egyptian modern poets, Egypt, Arabian Nights, Egypt, Cosmic Poetry, India, World Poetic Circle, China, Adversity vol. 1, 2, UK., Poetic Voices of the world, vol. 2, Mexico, Whispers of Soflay, Argentina, International Writer’s e-book MODERN WRITERS, Uzbekistan,  Flowers of  Love, Lebanon-Brazil, UHE Portugal New Year Festival Anthology, Portugal, English Poets Bangladesh and Bengali English Poets two national anthologies, Prodigy Published from USA and Video Anthology “Living Anthology of the World’s Writers” presenting on the YouTube LIFT Channel, Rucksack a global poetry patchwork, 2021, Voicing Diversity, Germany etc.. He is interviewed on 21st Century Critical Thought: A post modern Voice Volume-3, India, in Writers Mirror, Assam, India on poetry and Bangladesh Television. He participated in WORLD POETRY CONFERENCE-3 in India,  KRITYA INTERNATIONAL POETRY FESTIVAL, India, GLOBAL LITERATURE CONCLAVE-2021, India, WORLD POET MEET, Turkey-Russia, Global Festival of Poetry, Italy, Peru Poetry Festival, Peru, SIlk ROAD INTERNATIONAL POETRY FESTIVAL, China, Global Creativity Festival Thousand Minds for Mexico, Mexico, International Poetry Festival UHE, Portugal, Paper Fiber Fest China, Peru, Greece, Mexico, Congress of Poets 2022, Romania etc.. He is often published and his poems are recited in different YOUTUBE channels, World Radios, BTV, Radio Bangladesh Sylhet, Cabina 11 Cadena Global TV, Mexico etc.. Besides English and Bangla his poems have been translated into Spanish, French, German, Russian, Italian, Serbian, Lithuanian, Romanian, Croatian, Tajik, Arabian, Hebrew, Portuguese, Hindi, Assamese, Indonesian, Polish, Marathi, Dutch, African Setswana, Bosnian, Vietnamese, Greek, Macedonian, Bulgarian, Albanian, Urdu, Kirghyz, Uzbek, Odia, Chinese, Filipino, Japanese and Irani Persian languages. Two of his poems have been included with Bengali and English version in a Russian poetry book by great poet Raisa Melnikova.
Shikdar is a translator. He translated the poems of great poets Zlatan Demirovic, Bosnia-USA, Lee Mitterer, USA, Annette Tarpley, USA, Raisa Melnikova, Lithuania, Hana Shishiny, Lebanon-Egypt. Marlene Pasini, Mexico, Ljubica Katice, Croatia, Ewelina Maria Bugaska, Denmark, Ewith Bahar, Indonesia, Jyotirmaya Thakur, India-UK, Marian Dziwisz, Poland, Musakun Asangulovch Satybaldiev, Kyrgyzstan, Daniela Andonvska-Trazkovska, North Mecedonia, Ibrahim Honjo, Bosnia-Canada. Alexy Kalakutin, Russia, Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj, Albania-France, Ezhil Vendan, India, Mutiu Olawuyi, Nigeria, Naba Kumar Poddar, India, Poetess Bhutan, Bhutan, Faisal Ayub, Bangladesh-France and so on.
For his brilliant contribution in world poetry and literature he is awarded and Certificated  by Poetryzine Magazine, Greece-Serbia, Literary Creations, Philippines, Skylark Poetry Society, Bangladesh, Global Excellence Certificate and Shield of Poetry and Culture by International Cultural Forum for Humanity and Creativity, Syria. From CASA POETICA MAGIA Y PLUMS, Colombia he achieved Recognition Certificate ARPA DE ORO 2020, International Honor Diploma, Literary Laurel Award, UNIVERSAL GOLD STAR 2020 , International Golden Award 2020, Universal Excellence Diploma, Poetic Excellence Diploma and Universal Art and Literature Award 2021. From FLLADI POETIK, Albania he achieved Certificate of Gratitude, Certificate of Excellence and a Diploma. From Sahittyapata, Bangladesh he received Certificate of Recognition. He received Christmas Global poetic Fleeting Certificate of Appreciation 2020 from The Poetry Readers Awards. He received Certificate of Contribution from Online Journal Fairy Elf. The Writer’s Day Certificate of Merit from International Forum for Creativity and Humanity, Morocco, Certificate of poetry presentation from World Poetry Conference-3, India, Honorary award from How to write for success literary network and  certificate of commitment from Stay Home world health organization, Certificate of Recognitions for reader day remembering Argentine poet Jorge Luise Barges and International Peace Day. He is a member of The Working Group of International Writers “Together for the letters”, Argentina, International Cultural Forum for Humanity and Creativity, Syria, The most influential personalities award from The Moment International News, Egypt, WORLD ARAB COUNTRY AWARD FOR CREATIVE LEADERSHIP IN THE FIELD OF GLOBAL POETRY from Arab World Media Foundation, UK. High Honor Certificate from World Spiritual Love & Peace Humanity Literary Foundation, Bangladesh, Mashreq Cultural Forum, Jordan, Recognition from Big Dreams Fest, Mexico etc..He is an ambassador of World Literary Forum for Peace and Human Rights. Romania.
His poems were selected and certified Best poem of the Day in International The Poet Magazine website, UK, World of Poets and Author, India, Global poet and poetry, Best poems of the Week in Skylark Poetry Society, Bangladesh and top ten in Literary Creations, Philippines and in contest by Contemporary Literary Society of Amlor: BANDA(UP-India). He is featured in Skylark Poetry, NBM Bangla Tv, Shahitypata, Daily Asia Bani. Daily Rupchhaya and as a global poet in Global Poet and Poetry, UK. etc. As a poetry promoter and global poetic personality Shikdar is connected almost all renowned poets of the world. He featured 200+ world contemporary poets so far in his online group Poetry and Literature World Vision and it is going on. He is the member of over 500 literary and poetic online groups around the world.

Mail: skibriah@gmail.com
Facebook ID and link: Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah 


[Zlatan Demirovic, Prodigy Published, USA]



A year ago today, I lost my best friend, William “Tyrone” Murphy. Family called him Ty, I called him Ty-Ty.
This man had my back ALWAYS. He was my best cheering section, and always encouraged me in my endeavors. When I needed financial backing to start my business, he was there. Even when I wasn’t making money, and even family laughed at me, telling me I wasted my Stimulus money, Tyrone had faith in me & was always a voice of positivity & encouragement. He was the first person to encourage me to write my first book of Poetry. He loved me dearly and treasured his family. I will never forget him. Rest In Love Tyrone, til we meet again Shawtay (his nickname for me).

*Special thanks to Denise Murray (Tyrone’s Sister)for providing pictures. Tyrone always said how much he loved you ever so much, even when he did silly things. We often laughed, how our sister’s had the same name. Love you Ressie🌹❤🌹