From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.
Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.
O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.
And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?
You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.
My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.
Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.
Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.
My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.
Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.
It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
Persian Sonnet: Candle and the Sun
I heard a candle talking to the sun,
asking him why you have to be so bright?
How fun it is to look at you tonight?
When the day is gone and 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 it is when you’re gone?
I’ll be the reason for lovers to be,
Then we live until very break of dawn,
and they see only what their heart will see.
How magnificent it is to live on?
Although it’s just a night, it’s life for me.
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016
This classic cat...
Not rodent he definitely agrees...
The mere insult as he pokes his tongue defiantly...
...His intellect with pride...
...This Persian exotic with papers...
Top breed himself aware...
...Not common moggy is he...
...He only indulges the classes of
distinguished friends, and family...
...And with such a sense of humour...
...with animated gesture...
...he himself declares...
His full name Charles Bartholemeow Kelly
This beautiful beige fluff ball...
with huge orange eyes...with bushy tale in tow...
Since we brought him home to the globe...
He's grown, so beautifully
His favourite dine is KFC...
Birdie in a box...his treat
This connoisseur he celebrates...
Paw lickin' good...his purrrrs
He lounges in the sun...
in his leather lazy boy recliner...
...And curls up on our luxury Sealy bed...
Pillow top stuffed with silk and wool...
...with luxury nothing finer...
...He plays with his Mothers unused pink tampon...
...His test dummy mouse, he prefers...
Many occasions he arrives on door step...
...with dead unsuspecting bird...
...This classic puss comes across...
as if he is a snob...
...He comes to us for hugs, and cuddles...
and when he wants a brush...
...His bowl he often visits...
...If empty his little face with grim-mus...
...and the noises and insults he hurls...
...So he stands in front of the mirror...
...with pride and a wink he gives
...He believes he is a lion after all...
We love our little boy Charlie...
...Such a character with pride...
...So with this write...it is a tribute...
...Each day you bring us joy...
...Our little Charlie, we love our little boy...
...This little puss without boots...
discovered on trade me...
a small purse was paid...
...for this little soul filled with joy
...A treasure for forever he'll remain...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2012