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Reza Ashouritalooki Poem
Geometry of Creation
And it fell like a drop out of nowhere,
And it left me high without a glimpse,
And it again started to grow so green and wild,
And then it started to grow so brown and dark.
It was God and me and nothing else,
It was Jack and Jill and no one else,
Out of nowhere we came by and,
Nowhere are we heading to,
And this is how it all began,
When we were young and child,
And when we were all shaped up.
Oh, lo lo, this is the way it was and we were,
All made out of a patch of nothingness,
For another patch of meaninglessness,
May it sound so logical,
May it call some rings to your ears,
Whatever may it hear, smell, or touch,
Here we are again and again as,
One generation passeth and,
The other generation cometh but,
The sun still riseth.
Copyright © Reza Ashouritalooki | Year Posted 2010
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Reza Ashouritalooki Poem
Forever Green
One leaf tries to rise,
The rise then fails, she flies.
Another bends over to hide,
The glory of the green of pride.
It goes so secret everywhere,
It goes so hidden anywhere,
It shines dark and gets lark,
It deems so right to fight the night.
The tree then widens its wide wide roots,
To stand against the wild wild boots,
Look how quiet and silent they are,
Look how human and nice they are,
Look how young and old they are,
Look how pure and neat they are.
Stop hitting fresh fresh root,
Stop please! You kill the fruit.
I know, you can’t stand the right,
You can’t stand you like to fight?
You like to perish all that’s green,
With your nasty dirty grin.
But we are all together,
Together we are so good forever,
Forever, forever, forever green,
We are after peace and green.
Copyright © Reza Ashouritalooki | Year Posted 2010
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Reza Ashouritalooki Poem
The Collection
Thunder, lightening and the wind,
Are the elements of the King.
Water, soil and the fire,
Are the joys of desire.
How the waters were collected,
The King had beautifully selected,
Then buds were put in the gallery,
For which there is no rivalry.
Then He sat down and pondered,
To add some gems to the Molded.
Adam and Eve were then introduced,
His glory was made not reduced.
From the ashes once was made,
The Glory of the King of Sage.
Another time the man will meet,
The ash of earth will hold the meat.
Let’s be of help and love for us,
Let’s be of order but chaos.
The mission is to love and like,
The sun, the moon, and the light.
Copyright © Reza Ashouritalooki | Year Posted 2010
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