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On my left the full silver circle of the moon
Just risen in the east
And on my right the mellow sun about to swoon
Provided a rare feast
But, without you, I shunned them like the sun at noon
And, ah, I cared the least.
The music of the ocean that broke on gray rocks
On lengthy moonlit nights,
And the cool summer breezes near the eagle flocks
On far-off mountain heights,
Without you were like worthless bits of broken crocks,
Devoid of all delights!
The best of foods, fruits and drinks tasted just as mud,
Disgusting and loathsome,
The murmur of a stream was the roar of a flood
And of a grating drum.
Without you, I did not enjoy a blooming bud.
I felt utterly glum.
I never knew who you were or who you would be
Yet I always missed you!
In foul weathers I wished you were near me to see
How I was feeling blue.
You would certainly set my exhausted soul free
Whether you were a Jew,
A Christian or a Moslem or an infidel.
But now naught can avail.
Weary and old, leading a life in boundless hell,
Or just living on bail,
I've lost all I once had due to what I can't tell.
I'm dead as a doornail.
Farewell, O world! You took back from me all but pain;
Ha ha! no pain, no gain?
Did I not toil for you night and day all in vain?
Why did you crush my brain
And pay me back with your fetter, shackle and chain?
I'd better not complain!
7.1.'11
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As donkeys unwilling to leave the green pastures they graze in
Never let one force them rearwards into their stable by chin
Respectfully but would rather enter headlong eagerly,
So did you desire as a fool the last nail in your coffin.
You imbecile, and your partners, shall sure fall foul of our hands
Even if you ever escape your homeland’s law by the skin
Of your teeth. We shall seize and lynch you, and them, as examples
To the world even if you hide in oceans, you vile bumpkin!
That shall teach the noble people not to pick out on the globe
Such feces as a drawing card, such a troll, such a goblin.
It is so sad that a nation replete with renowned scientists
Knows no better and greater s*h*i*t than epitomes of sin,
Takes cunning for brain and instead of minds as sharp as a pin
Prefers a backward lunatic all filth without and within!
1.8.2021
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(A Piece in Triplet Addressed to Dr Monir Táhá)*
Yes, we’re mountains, all together yet alone,
From foot to crown of rock and with hearts of stone.
Unmoved by all, moving none, we’re on our own.
To this song on the way of love that you hear
I’ve listened too for an age, year after year,
And have shed tears as from an arrow or spear.
I don’t beg for love now that I’m old and grey,
Melted away in solitude, but I say,
Like the waters, one by one we drift away.
1.31.’13
* The renowned Iranian lyricist and chairlady of the department of the Italian language & literature, University of Tehran, who used to stop on her way to stare at me for several bothering, lengthy minutes in the corridors in mid-1970s and who did something most abhorrent to me in an Italian course final exam; just to remind her how
Everything alters
And one by one we drop away
— Composed while still listening to “The Way of Love” by the late Egyptian singer Umm Kulthum which I listened to in solitude shedding tears when I was a teenager, and having in mind Matthew Arnold’s poem “To Marguerite — Continued”, W. B. Yeats’ poems “When You are Old” and “The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Waters”, as well as a poem by the late Iranian poet Shámloo the title of which I can’t remember
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(To American Protesters)
Let them go on with puppetry and think our life is a game
Or a gambling scene where they win at the cost of our dear name,
Just to heap wealth or fix their steps in more future collusion,
Boasting of serving poor people, seeking to reach their own aim.
Let others sleep or clown around. We know who he had in mind
Who first introduced Republic1 — not these fools who have no shame,
Not lawyers, or politicians, or dealers, sunk in the ditch
Of legal fraud and truthful lies, our dignity to defame.
With these seekers of private wealth in the name of their nation
This fallen world shall not prosper; it shall sure burst into flame.
True devoted scholars we need who rely on native means,
Not robbers looking for riches outside their own inland frame.
Let’s not take part in these fool games. They ‘are not’ the s.h.i.t they claim.
Once we are fooled, for four odd years ourselves we shall have to blame.
10.23.’20
1. See Plato’s Republic.
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Onwards towards that open air we’re to breathe!
It’s time for us our clenched fists to unsheathe
And with the rage we’ve swallowed we now seethe!
We should batter the roof of this vast jail
Down on this global dog until its tail
We cut and reach the fresh air to inhale.
Its barking puppies we should never heed.
Mercy on them on the earth is indeed
But mercilessness to the sheep. Proceed!
This vicious dog that has shattered the dreams
Of regal great souls* and gone to extremes
Should be chained with all its puppet regimes.
This wrathful river that shall overthrow
Despotic palaces as a last blow
Is our age-old festered, deferred dream flow.†
To behave as humans they had much time
Which they wasted and never quit their crime.
Now they’ll have nowhere to hide but in slime.
We shall not stop before we reach our aim,
To raise a new flag free of free world’s blame,
Purged of a long life of slaughter and shame.
6.15.2020
* See Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream”.
† See Langston Hughes’s “Harlem” (also entitled "A Dream Deferred").
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Slips or mistakes may be pardoned, your faults have to be chastised.
When the time comes, people’s butchers should not ever look surprised.
Our General* fought for thousands of martyrs in Syria
And Iraq, so his blood equals them, this should be realized.
Eye for eye? Only one has to be cut up? His murderers,
All, everywhere on earth, shall be before the world’s eyes capsized.
Do not whine! No one pities you. Countless thousands you murdered.
Their defendant, our General, you savagely terrorized.
One who eats melon should face up the ensuing shakes and chill.
You’ve made your bed, now lie in it. It’s all you yourselves devised.
It’s Newton’s third law of motion† which you can call ‘tit for tat’.
You’ve murdered the destroyer of the ISIS 'you' organized.
We’re merciless to men’s butchers! You have to be vaporized.
You won’t be left to be alive, you by blood so brutalized.
1.16.2022
To Jake Sullivan, the US National Security Advisor to Joe Biden, who defends these prostitutes
* General Soleimani
† Action and Reaction
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The following are the links to a hundred of my pieces (entitled A Heartless Crow upon a Winter Barren Bough) which were mostly first published over here on Poetry Soup:
English Only:
https://libgen.is/book/index.php?md5=C4C1B1DC6AEEE0A964EDD6F6CB714A63
Bilingual Edition (Updated):
http://libgen.rs/book/index.php?md5=A029680A95E65D992521E679971B667E
Both versions are bookmarked and, in both, titles, in the contents as well as in the body of the book, are interrelatedly linked.
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Do we differ from animals who don't talk though they speak too?
You wreck men, pour them onto roads, yet give them foods! Who are you?
Is that humanitarian aid? Why do you empty good words?
Are they beggars needing your help whom you so shamelessly screw?
You're all the same, Eastern, Western, Communists, Imperialists,
You all lining up hungrily in your insatiable queue!
Who has ever granted you brutes the false right to play with men,
To deprive them of their short lives in war, with sanction, or coup?
You are endowed by men themselves with your savage worldly power
To batter them in sheer dismay, to make them moan, weep, and rue.
They elect clowns, dealers, or spies, or mere fraudulent lawyers
And politicians since they are their own mirrors. It's quite true!
They would need God-fearing scholars to rule their lands if they knew.
Bloodshed goes on with these rulers who worldly playthings pursue.
March 7, 2022
Why to untie knots with our teeth when they're lossened with our hands?
If we solved problems just through talks, would we devestate our lands?
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Full stop. You are less than nothing. Get off your donkey of pride!
You are only a tiny fly, in eagles' realm don't reside!
Hear what I say! I'm not your foe. I'm your second self, dear fool.
How long do you want to go on saying things unjustified?
Why don't you give up this habit of taking all your clothes off
At seeing spoonfuls of water when you are not qualified
Even for the job of swimming? I'm deeply ashamed of you.
When do you learn, you foul creature, it's me that people will chide?
A little knowledge is dangerous. Yet you show you're a know-all.
You're a fool and hence free, of course; for you people tan my hide.
It's only for your lunacy that I've suffered all my life,
For your silliness I have sighed, for your foolishness I've cried.
To such a stinky rat as you why am I doomed to be tied?
Have you left anywhere for me, O fool, on this earth to hide?
4.25.2012
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Dear Mistah Fart, before you try to scent the air with your smell
And chew the cud of your bosses with your bondage tinkling bell
Make sure you know we kicked them out over forty years ago
And we’ll smash their foul mouth again if they do not stop their yell.
In case you are something that counts and act of your own free will
Ask what measures your agency has taken to break the spell
So far on earth and who has nukes but does not bow to the rules.*
Stop shamelessness! Call your own boss, you Zionist, a rebel.
We signed the treaty you tore up while we too could not consent,
As your occupier regime† whose defiance you don’t quell
Although it has such bombs for sure and ours is your illusion.
Shut up! Don’t profane the word peace! Be free! Yourself do not sell!
We shall smash your filthy legs if you and your foul personnel
Dare to land on our soil again. Iran is not your hotel!
12.14.2020
— Emanuel Grossi: Head of the IAEA (International Atomic Energy Agency) Inspectors
* Zionist Regime
† Zionist Regime
— The Countries Possessing Nuclear Bombs with the Numbers of their Bombs
Russia: 6375
USA: 5800
China: 320
France: 290
UK: 215
Pakistan: 160
India: 150
Zionist Regime: 90
North Korea: 40
Total: 13,440
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