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Best Poems Written by Ebrahim Sharifat

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Puzzle

if you are reading this with a face non-pale.
       and you think of nothing to tell or to re-tail.
                      not a plan to go to Paris or Shanghai.
                      not a voice in your head, annoying buzz
              asking you why?if you keep mixing tea and cola.
                                              if you don't care, a bus or cab.
                                  nor about that poor who might you stab.
                                                you ain't welcome to read my tale.
     I'll find someone who's worth the breath, who's worth my death.

                                  if you are reading this with a face non-pale
                                  and you think of nothing to tell or to re-tail
                                           not a plan to go to Paris or Shanghai
                                      not a voice in your head, annoying buzz
                          asking you why?if you keep mixing tea and cola
                                                      if you don't care, a bus or cab
                                      nor about that poor who might you stab
                                                you ain't welcome to read my tale.
I'll find someone who's worth the breath, who's worth my death.


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Greaze

my grandpa's bike needs greasing, so do his knees
he hates his bike and wants to walk with the breeze

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Sweet Submission

crazy electric guitars raping your consciousness
bruising your sense of focus like a madman in a defeated village 
bruising a lonely prostitute
and you think you got something to prove
and you think it's all but a phase 
that kisses your cheeks and leaves
no headphone's gonna kiss your bleeding ears
no scream will bring your malady ashore
it's dirty but it's not earth
hold your breath for a little while and open your coward eyes
let the vomit find its way outta your skin and into the alley
let the blood dance like a beheaded cow at a tribal feast
let the sense of timelessness enter your ribs like a rusted knife 
like a shrapnel
no water will do any good to this melting room
spit the cowardice and  inhale the ash and cough all the hunger 
away
let the phone ring and the samovar turn itself off
for the flame soon will cover them both
you see the unshapely red and black and  gray thing?
that's the bastard son of your books and your poor coward cat
put the stupid water away and watch the festival of births of 
shapes and copulation of things with the void.

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Twinkle Twinkle Iran's Star

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what we are
Tomorrow is another day
We will face it with dismay
Today the flowers seem to bloom
Tomorrow they will mourn with gloom
Tomorrow we will do the same
Past and future, silly game
Today I bleed, tomorrow heal
Summer and winter, hideous chill
Twinkle twinkle little star
Mock me and my constant war
There’s a moon that shines so bright
Baby sleep well, stop your fight
Hold your doll and close your eyes
They killed your day, bad bad guys
To sleep, it’s your only way
We both won’t see end of may
Twinkle twinkle little star
Sleeping pill, won’t heal the scar

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Faminey Guy

the dying man gathered his toys
gathered his joys
gathered his daughter and his
boys
the dying man gathered his sheep
he burnt them all
he did not weep
he told his son to draw his knife
to kill his wife
the weeping bird
comands unheard
forsook him there
him and his word
the dyin man did not weep
he wished his daughter and his
sheep
to leave that town
they let him down
he closed his eyes
alone he dies

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Frozen Festivity

She sat down with a withered smile
Said this will take a little while
Flash of light upon that chair
& the flame dancing between her hair
Told her YOU'RE wrong
And she was wrong
Angels of god froze her soul
She stopped dancing,stopped moving
And melted between heaven and god
Flames of hair turned into rock
That chair was rock and she was rock
And her whole world silent in rock
And god was smiling in his
Festival of rock

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Sslippery Flooor

longing for a drop of rain to wash all the dirt away from my face
from my soul
a tiny drop of rain will shatter all the lethargy that's been eating the brain
all seem to be dark
not the darkness that I long for
not blindness
not music
not even the smoke of a screaming train
a kind of darkness that you must throw up to free your stomach from a moving sneering crow that flutters deep inside you and escapes from your eyes and leaves you bleeding.
it's so dark that it's white
so silent that it's buzzing
how I wish for a cup of sleep with too much sugar
and a bottle of poison or wine with no brand on it
the silence is ripping off my heart, my lungs, my throat
my ears are on the floor
bleeding but running away from my head
they mock me and run away with their tiny red feet
my fingers are dry and skinny with no nails on them
they drop one after another on the red, cold and slippery floor
they follow my feet in search of their nails
and I am left mutely screaming in silence
mutely screaming in silence

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Decadeath

The whore train rubs its warm thumping body against the rails
The heat rises and the chimney wails
A smell of melting chokes its throat

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Idiots

Idiot was the one who stumbled
Idiot was the one who crawled
Idiot was the one who hunted
Idiot was the one who stole
Idiot father,idiot mother idiot daughter idiot son
Idiots gathered around fire hoping for the morning sun
Idiot were we among the trees dancing naked with the breeze
But all regrets alas and wail
Idiots learnt how to sail
Idiots saw, idiots learned
Idiots knew
And wanted too.
And we bred
And we raped
And we breed
And we bleed
There's blood upon the floor
In the cold of night
Ashamed is fire, freezes even the hope of sun
Just the blood and gore of a murdered son
Among the trees
A kill or two
Out of the blue
The idiots knew
Alas, it's true.

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Among the Trees

sleeping dead,among the trees,
a man was seen
The hand daring to touch him first was hand of god,among the trees.
Among the trees the man did stir
But no eye saw and none did care
but eye of god among the trees.
Among the trees a man said: Help,
 a man did nod
And gushed his blood
But no one helped,nor hands of God,among the trees.