by Pashang Salehi |
Categories:
celebration, joy, new year, spring,
Persian Haiku 2
What a gorgeous view!
You and the flower garden,
I'm the butterfly.
Your eyes, the ocean;
The ocean colors your eyes.
Your hair is the wave.
Moon on the ocean,
Your face is the reflection.
Always be alone.
I live with my heart,
All flowers are beautiful,
I love daffodils.
What a discussion,
I had with all my flowers.
Their breath smells nice.
3/20/2018 Haloo
Note: Iranians/Persians Celebrate today, the first day of spring as their new year. We call this day Norooz or Nowruz, it translates as New Day. From my family to yours, Norooz Mobarak ....Happy New Year.
by Dr Mohammad Golshani Niya |
Categories:
humanity, peace,
Peace is My Big LOVE in 3 languages
Philosophy of Peace
Peace is sweet Science
Science of Peace
Sience of Truce
Peace is a Silence
Silence of our province
Silence of Armistice
Peace is great scentence
scentence of non violence
Scentence of Solace
Peace is good Alliance
Alliance of Variance
Alliance of Fierce
Peace is Calmness
Calmness of Restfulness
Calmness of Easiness
So
Salute to PEACE
No war
No fight
No battle
No Trouble
No displacement
No misery
Then
Only Peace
Only Humanity
Thanks
By Mohammed Golshani niya
Poet of Humanity and Peace in 3
Languages English .Persian and Kurdish
by Pashang Salehi |
Categories:
age, confusion, freedom, hurt, love,
Persian Haiku (Segani)
My wing altered with age.
The wing that is broken.
My body is the cage.
You cannot find God?
The world is empty of him!
Maybe you are abroad.
I’m covered with dirt.
From this dirt, I am alert.
Alert makes me hurt.
I’m talking to you.
My eyes are kissing you.
The fishes are watching.
How do you know that?
The tree is not my lover!
Spring will discover.
How childish is love?
When you stole my heart again,
How can I complain?
How sad is my tree?
In the middle of a prison;
Even though it’s free.
Tell me I love you.
Is that so complicated?
My colors are faded.
1/5/2015 Haloo
by Pashang Salehi |
Categories:
light, love, romance, satire,
Persian Sonnet: Candle and the Sun
Persian Sonnet: Candle and the Sun
I heard a candle talking to the sun,
asking him why he must be so bright.
How fun it is to look at you tonight!
When the day is gone, the moon is the one.
Shadows are breaking, yet figures may run,
I shall be lighting all lovers all night.
Making sweet illusion of night, delight,
and close their day when lover’s night is done.
How beautiful is it when you’re gone?
I’ll be the reason for lovers to be,
Then we live until the very break of dawn,
and they see only what their heart will see.
How magnificent is it to live on?
Although it’s just a night, it’s life for me.
1/20/16 Haloo
by Jeff Troyer |
Categories:
lost love, paradise, romance, senses,
I once awoke in a
Storm of color
When the Persian sky of
Scheherazade made lovers quiver and
Table milk
Spilled in luxury over your
Perfected fingers.
It was only later
When the sweet scent of
Decades dripped from my
Gaping mouth and into the
Wanton cusp of
Persepolis’ urns did I stop to
Ponder your
Magnificence.
Trembling still, I did
Swoon
Not once, Nay
Twice in the
Lore we wrapped so
Neatly beneath that first
Sunrise
Traders
Entwined in our
Foreverness and in the
Oozing chalice of
Wine we
Bore to the
Altar
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
angst, anti bullying, art, character, journey, wisdom,
Home Sweet Home
Everyone should have
a home to love
a place so safe
morning mist, blankets thick
When we wander out
in the world today
as visitors, manners politely abided by
never moaning insults loudly cried
If you wish to cajole
and complain
lets send you off to bistro stars
on the very next star-ship plane
travelers should always smile
treading softy on Persian carpet
quiet is
the voice that observes new ways
thus deceit discarded, buried
by Lansell Taudevin |
Categories:
animal, care, cat,
A
Cat loving ladies
A ministry of cat care
To hungry felines.
B
Each day. Unfailing
Feeding your chosen creatures
Making us feel good.
C
I see and I ask
Why are these animals here?
Someone must love them.
D
Tabby. Persian. Black.
Each and every day they’re back
And their carers smile.
E
I try patting her.
Snarling she runs off frightened.
I’m not her lady.
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
dark, desire, love,
Simply put
I want you
any way your
gorgeous mind
can concoct it...
Grab my hand
force me
if the mood
strikes you...
Or you may lure me
seduce me if that
pleases you
better...
I like being
surprised
love super size..
I want you
to want me
to enter you..
I want you
overcome by passion
that it predicts
actions...
Simply put
I want you
to want me
to kiss
the Persian silk
of your skin
smooth as a Nubian Pearl...
Simple as that...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
by Rick Parise |
Categories:
father, love, nature, uplifting,
The ancient elders speak in spirit cries
silent,hushed,songs of the meek
a call for the chosen.......
Persian waters' flow
in light of silver cashmere
questions dissipate
as I rest at waters' edge
in love, the Great Spirit leads.......
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Contest- A Mesh Of Forms
Kimo/Tanka
Poet-Rick Parise
by Eric Ashford |
Categories:
poetry,
You have the hysterical look of mutes
that roar through narrow straws.
I see in your yellow eyes – a Jules Verne winking moon.
Soon that ribbed pink cave will release
another flock of demented coots
hacked from the craw of an ancient macaw.
Soon the whip of your vocal squawks
will pluck my eyes from their trembling stalks.
Maine ****, part Persian, part whiskery herring,
grimalkin mouser,
I love you not when you sing.
Verne goes to the movies, a flickering French theater
of painted malarkey, where mice threaten to Can-Can.
Buck Rodgers shoots rays of hyperbolic sound
from the open nozzle of your mouth.
by Mohammad Reza Sh |
Categories:
culture, earth, history, political, world,
I have civilization
I have culture
I have water
I have Soil
I have Persian Gulf
I have love
I love jeans,-)
I have sleeping
I have wake
I have tears
I have smiling
I do not know
But my
I have great sorrow
Life is hard
But, for me
Sweet is
Honey is
I pray for you
You .. be wise
Adult care
And my country...
Wisely to know
Wake up!
Iran is my love
I, we, all
Even World history
You forget …
We Forever forget
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
passion,
How i long to taste the salt of your skin
pooled in the garden valleys of your body
I await the early morning hours
for you to come as the hummingbird of love.
There I will gaze upon the Persian horses
galloping in the sunlit reflection of your long dark hair
Many nights I have dreamed and craved
Your beautiful lips the enemy of my winter.
Beneath damp sheets lie the magic of velvet fingertips
The blood of your veins remains between my teeth
You the wonderful garden of my torture
You the world wrapped around me....
by Eileen R. Kelly |
Categories:
passion, me, me,
When I am away from her
I want her more...
her spirit clings to me
this inner fire roars...
her heat lingers...
I feel her static flow...
from her silky satin
sheets...
she keeps this love alive
she keeps the mystery...
this attraction mind body
spirit...
she bring me coffee
she wears my favourite
shirt...
she can be all over me
like a sassy Persian cat...
...when she purrs she
makes me feel I am all
that...
she treats me fine
well into the night...
she reveals all that
she can be...
the two of us together
free...
by Adedayo Gali |
Categories:
black love,
You're the reason my pen came out of retirement
Because your gracefulness brought back my element.
I would have said "kurukuru" ( cloud ) has covered my orbs
But I saw you and you turned open my door knobs;
It was like seeing an "egbin" (antelope) in its gaity form,
Orekelewa whose beauty intoxicates like the persian rum;
They who opined that the beautiful are still unborn,
Walahi I wonder if they thought your beauty can be undone;
When you walk with the gracefulness of an "Ife Olori" ( Ife queen)
All heads turn to take in thy African glory.
Duduyemi Orosun whose melanin shimmers even in darkness,
Even the angels smile and their hearts are filled with gladness!
by Ally Mabin |
Categories:
love, memory,
Fading memories
my soul concealing
hurt from my
aching heart
I am soaring
with majestic
angels on a bright red
persian dream
In a dream
where you never leave
In a dream
where you are still holding me
Tranquil sounds...
with every key
it moves me
further away from you
Paralyzed with fear
of forgetting your beautiful face
I know I will always
feel your love
by Kaveh Afrasiabi |
Categories:
love,
Come. Invent.
Do you believe in all these
fairy-tales about love?
Or are you a hardcore skeptic,
who abhors romance?
Come. Invent the ghost of love
perched on your porch like a
silk Persian rug.
Love's a new mansion full of
possibilities, a heart's shrine,
be a faithful custodian.
Come. Invent.
Let's face it. You need a whole new
wardrobe for your emotions.
Stop procrastinating. Come.
Invent, a new destiny, a new
travel itinerary.
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
cat, games,
what trouble tonight?
the spill and spoilage of tray
exposing eight tiles
in a scrabble player’s game
she’d gone for coffee…and cheat?
who knocked it over?
the mischievous persian cat
that darn cat…love him
…after late dinner she’s tired
eyebrows raised and laughter roars
one barely survives
“the cat?” you ask, “or player?”
persian spills onto the floor
embarrassment of t’other
you see, she was winning game…
would they have caught it
if she had put down the eight?
gave up one letter
after scrambling the rascals
but did not give up her points
she did not win though started fast out the gate - chin jut of opponent