Best Agha Poems

No stars tonight, yet eyes transcend towards bright moonlight.
Oh Moon, without words, we converse in lone quiet moonlight.

Angst of two hearts apart, shows in somber persona,
spirit fears her vision will fade with benight moonlight.

Untouched unique pearls searching for an oyster retreat.
Hoping fate is kind, before...

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The Adjective Twin: A Poem of Pain 

I am "presumptuous" -- and with my brother, "arrogant" 
we are the adjective twin of "gentle" blame
of "gentle" wounding, of "gentle" continued "colonization"
constantly in an "unconscious" search for unsuspecting names to attach to,
so that we can remain collectively...

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Ultra Sound Tickles (By Moji Agha) 

Ultrasound tickles tickle soundly; 
Or do they? 

Do they have a choice in the matter? 
Or they tickle the trunk of pain reflexively, 
to cause reflective pained chuckles
at our deep folly? 

Do ultrasound tickles 
tickle soundly by nature? 
Or...

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The Day Baklava Bent the Fork
 
By: Moji Agha
 
April 15, 2010
 
On this taxing day on Earth,
I finally saw with my own physical eyes,
in one hilariously sweet moment,
the sticky triumph of baklava over the fork.
 
The formerly cocky fork,
his erect ego bent,
finally learned what...

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Cosmology + Ontology = Cosmontology 

NEW Cosmontological Principle: Be SO SO humble! 

>>> SEE NOTE BELOW 

A Sufi Dream-Poem--Our purposefully "proto-conscious" UNI-ballish recycling?

By: Moji Agha
Started on Oct. 26, 2020

You know?
Being a microtubular cosmontologically proto-conscious
goofy sufi dervish,
"I have a dream" too. 

I tell the truth &...

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By: Moji Agha -- June 24, 2016 -- Tucson, Arizona

Last dusk at a small Tucson park, my 3-year-old dear friend, Rafi,
insisted unhesitatingly on imitating, no, actually embodying, a baby dog.
REALLY! As real is Trump's Presidential candidacy.  

It was as if he was saying this...

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This self-explanatory English poem of mine was originally drafted Monday (evening) August 5, 2013, while I was still in Independence, Missouri. I revised it a bit in November and December of 2014, while “traveling” in Arizona and New Mexico.

By: Moji Agha

Sufi Monk Credentialing

Late this afternoon...

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Luxor, oh Kharmack
Temples to Amon, Amon Ra
Pharaohs in sacred reverence
For both gods lifted
 
Along the majestic Nile
Through Upper Egypt
What an elite ... to stand quiet
There, on the Kings valley
At Tuntakamon progeny´s way
The Palace of Hatshepsut
In the Valley of the Queens
 
Majestic Horus and by Felucca
The...

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THE TRUMPIST VOTE: A satirical Persian poem and its English translation, by the poet himself.

POST / SHARE / FORWARD / PUBLISH (with attribution--please)

NOTE: In addition to this translated poem, to see some of Moji Agha's other English language poems (including his 2016 "TRUMP: Persistently Steamy...

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A fairyland fable is a magic table floating around but nit with a rallying cry. That is purely reserved for several synchronised cruise ships whose sunbathing missions thwart many a delivery driver. It is with great interest that an interest is neither a monetary aim...

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Neda 
You died in protest in Iran.                                      ...

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By Moji Agha
(April 20, 2016--Tucson, AZ)

Chomsky's NY Times Swooning

"I swoon on the NY Times Op-Ed page,
every eleven weeks or so,"
said Prof. Noam Chomsky,
in the sufi monk's (actual) dream. 

Around noon of the day after the dream
Ms. Bev S. Stohl replied 
to the goofy sufi's appeal...

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“Agha Ojadili” 
(The Great Achiever)

Dance steps reverberate in the square
We celebrate a feasting festival
A special festival of achievement
Albeit of a silent kind

Animated bodies writhe in rhythm
To ecstatic drumbeats and “udu”
The “oja”, reeling out praise names
Of none other than the achiever’s

Failure it says, is orphaned
But success,...

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For Neda Aghasoltan … 


and you are cut from the throat
somewhere between horror and word
someone laments from faraway times
from somewhere between poetry and dreams

I hold my hands up
I turn blood- red 
holding your fingers on top
I turn to green 
and in an earth which loves...

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US
NATO
ISAF
ON
SUNDAY
MAY
29 TH
KILLED
TWELVE
CHILDREN
AND TWO
WOMEN
WHILE
BOMBING 
FROM THE
AIR
IN THE 
MIDDLE OF
THE 
NIGHT
AND
THE BIG
BAD BOOGEY
TALIBAN
WAS FAR
AWAY 
FROM THESE
CIVILIAN
HOMES
NOOR
AGHA ASKED
WHY
WAS
MY 
HOUSE
BOMBED?
BECAUSE 
SHE LOST
RELATIVES
IN THE
AIR RAID
GONE
HOMICIDAL
MANIACAL
MILITARISTICALLY
MURDEROUS
AND 
THE
GENIUSES
WHO WORK
FOR THE
RICHEST 
COUNTRIES IN
THE WORLD
WHO STOMP
ON THOSE
WHO HAVE 
ABSOLUTELY
NOTHING
HAD THIS TO SAY:

"Unfortunately, the compound the insurgents purposefully occupied was later discovered to
house innocent civilians."...

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