Best Iranians Poems
Persian Haiku 2
What a gorgeous view!
You and the flower garden,
I'm the butterfly.
Your eyes, the ocean;
The ocean colors your eyes.
Your hair is the wave.
Moon on the ocean,
Your face is the reflection.
Always be alone.
I live with my heart,
All flowers are beautiful,
I love daffodils.
What a discussion,
I had with all my flowers.
Their breath smells nice.
3/20/2018 Haloo
Note: Iranians/Persians Celebrate today, the first day of spring as their new year. We call this day Norooz or Nowruz, it translates as New Day. From my family to yours, Norooz Mobarak ....Happy New Year.
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .
Cameras rolling, take one, action!
“How stupid can you be? You’re fired!”
He told a judge quite candidly.
In take two, from his office on Fifth Avenue,
He tweeted, “Nobody has more respect
For women than I do.”
On take three
During a press conference,
“We’ll blow terrorist Al-Baghdadi
Out of existence.”
Then he stood, saluted the flag, and
Ordered General “Mad Dog” to protect the land.
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .
They say Doomsday is coming,
Polar caps are melting,
An asteroid just missed us today
Iranians want a bomb
To explode in Armageddon,
And North Korea tested
A long-range missile yesterday.
Both sides are wrong...
Beware, or pay dearly,
To the victor belongs the spoils,
For in the land of the free and
Home of the braves,
A new boss man's in town
Fake news on display...bad men raining down
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .
The boss is riding, guns ablaze, shooting at the sun,
Stirring up flames all across America, Russia, and China—
The whole world’s wondering, who's this character?
Wake up and smell the coffee!
Republicans say,
“He's the forty-fifth President today,
Top dog in Washington,
Who can activate the nuclear bomb.”
With the greatest memory around... A double negative caused the problem
He says America will be great again
Then placed a ban on Muslims coming in.
He made it clear to Peña Nieto,
Bad hombres must go,
That a wall on the border
Will stop the illegal immigrant flow
Where is the server and 50,000 emails~ Russia do you know?
Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is…
HAIBUN
You are electron microscopic size, but you possess infinitesimal power. Just a single strand of encapsulated RNA, yet you and your brothers SARS and MERS can sicken and kill more complex life.
Covid-19, virion unseen
Bring humans to their knees
Cowering and trembling
You spring up suddenly from nowhere and spread like fire in a parched forest. Devastating stock markets, stopping sports teams, halting concerts and forbidding gatherings over 250 souls. Quarantines of ships and planes. People greedily grasping, fighting and clawing for the important things in life: toilet paper, masks, cleaning supplies, paper towels.
A boon to corporations
Johnson and Johnson, Proctor and Gamble
Secretly happy you are around.
World wide you spread, showing no regard for race, boundaries or politics.
Italians, Iranians, Chinese,
Americans, Norwegians,
Japanese, Brazilians
The world caught unprepared. Scientists scrambling to develop a vaccine. All will breathe a sigh of relief when you cease your rampage. That is until you return, mutated, the same but different and we start all over again.
He razzed Iran’s chieftain emir
Cotton's had his writing premiere
The paparazzi
Might call him a Nazi
But he's just a smart profiteer
Author's note: This young senator reminds me of someone who might have attended a Hitler youth camp. Fear is his opportunity. While he is strangely self-assured, he is on the same side of the nuclear negotiations as the Iranian hardliners. He doesn't go back and talk about the time the USA overthrew the democratically elected government of Iran and installed the brutal Shah. (Even if that information is critical to the relationship we now have with the Iranians.) If talks fail we know there will be a short term benefit to certain groups. Are you affiliated with them, Senator? Follow the $$$.
An Ode to a People Who Are Suffering.
First came the war
Iranians had to fight
Eight years of suffering
Warlords hardly are right.
The war was over
Many souls were lost
No more soldiers, no more bullets
But a terrible economic cost.
Because of sanctions after sanctions
Iran´s sun cannot shine.
Iranians are still suffering
But the politicians are fine.
Suddenly, a deadly virus
Started infecting everyone
Among the Iranians who are dying
Are the poor and the rich one.
The end of this tragedy
Depends on God´s will
Iranians’faith is so strong
That it can move a hill.
Raul Máximo da Silva
Portugal
Hundreds of years would pass by,
and still the battles raged.
Arab and Palestinian enemies,
new wars would now be waged.
The land of milk and honey,
where riches do abound.
Is where you can always find,
some army hanging round.
What man doesn't understand,
he tries to take by force.
What he doesn't like it seems,
he tries to change its course.
Internal struggles abound,
of who owns what and when.
To the death it seems to be,
their religion they will defend.
Of the Jews they suffer still,
persecution and so much woe.
No matter where in this world,
they ever choose to go.
Not one small piece of land,
are they allowed to own.
With the creation of Israel,
hatreds seeds were planted and sown.
Add in the Iranians,
and all those from Iraq.
Sprinkle in Afghanistan,
and we have today's rather sad fact.
The fight lives on and on,
until all are in their grave
Or one to the other themselves
will soon become enslaved.
So now we've come full circle,
with the crusaders trying to defend.
The rights of one religion and race,
now on them have come to depend.
There has to be hypocrisy there,
or have we learned the lesson well.
Did history teach us the truth,
only time will too soon tell.
Or is it just the same old game,
as Peter and Adolf will attest.
Is oil the riches that we seek,
again to feather our own nest.
The truth is hard to find,
and even harder to discern.
For man's power and greed,
inside our souls does burn.
Under the guise of religion
or protection of our homes.
There are way too many buried,
as we climb upon their bones.
Mutually Assured Destruction
Air-raid drills in the hallway,
air-raid shelters in the backyard,
neither would have worked.
If us and the Russians would have
gotten MAD at each other
the Cold War would have been toast.
In 1990 with détente,
no one would get MAD
or so we thought.
Perhaps the Russians will get MAD
at the Ukranians. The Ukraine gave
up its nukes, so perhaps AD instead.
Maybe the Iranians will now get the
bomb and be MAD at the Israelis. Or
maybe the Israelis get MAD first.
Perhaps India gets MAD at Pakistan, or
maybe they get MAD at each other.
So, they will be MAD together.
Perhaps we will all get MAD at
the same time. Oh well, no one
will be left.
MADDENING.
learned nothing from the past
by faces drawn in a smile
we're spinning over it like on a carousel
and again, each time it makes us vomit, we remain stunned
we're leisurely starting to resemble like hamsters
cramming into our gob more than we can handle
ignoring reality frantically spinning in that wheel
now
the stores are closed
playgrounds are enclosed
how little did we appreciate small things
by social distance
desolate supermarket shelves
and respirators reserved for the younger ones
they have put a price tags on seniors' heads
(thank you for your service)
it is defeating that online shopping holds lessons from morality
(thank you amazon and eBay)
it is defeating that without us our home is healing, rebuilding
(I'm sorry mother for I have sinned)
order to keep our social distance at 2m
revealed all the distances in our personal spaces
(the dead are always giving the lecture to the living ones:
regret is a measure of life)
we will survive medically
but socially
we all live our choices
putting on a mask as an escape from death
made us envisage
that piece of fabric is a metaphor
for words left unspoken
for words that shouldn't have been spoken
for smiles which didn't have the weight
for smiles hidden from aerosol
(life is reduced to breathing)
governments are screaming:
this is reality
this is reality
every now and then a new projection flashes in cyberspace:
it's Chinese
it's American
(Americans blame the Chinese, Iranians blame the Americans: During that Russian roulette, Italy got shot)
it's G5
it 's micro-chipping
it's nature
it escaped
it is here
I can see how paths of our society bifurcate
(it's almost palpable)
will we choose a rightful trajectory
or
pave the way for some new prejudices,
some new conflicts
The universe appears a myth
Frozen be art of compassion
Fake smiles sailing adrift
Confidence buried in abstraction
Epitome of shallow aliens
Touring Earth in search of peace
Marred by the war as most Iranians
Foreseeing when it all will cease
Dejection raps upon my skull
Accompanied by displays of fatigue
In an attempt discreet to annul
Knowing not of what they need
the next 9/11
just what will it take
to woo the american
people into the proper
amount of bloodlust
which will propel them
to agree with whatever
they are told by the
engineers of this
empire, when it comes
to the inevitable
destruction of Iran’s
infrastructure, mass
murder of its people &
the subsequent
“rebuilding” of the
country so that it will be
an obedient slave to
the world’s policeman
& its little psychotic
brother, Israel?
when the next 9/11 comes,
just where will it be?
will it be in your town?
have you already decided
that “it must be those Muslims
who are always destroying
things?” have you already
decided that the US should be
able to do with Iran
whatever it wants, because
no matter who actually
carries out the attack,
IT WILL MOST CERTAINLY
HAVE TO BE THOSE
IRANIANS WHO DID IT?
will you be gung-ho & behind
the next Iraq-Afghanistanesque
pummeling which will ensue?
will you be
SHOCKED & AWED
more than the last time?
will you possess the gall to
be sincerely outraged when
more americans die because
of the way OUR military is
acting in OUR name?
will you think that all
those americans that get
killed are truly “innocent?”
& will you wonder like
dubya,
“why, oh why, do they
hate us?”
Souls in Heaven.
First, was Neda, then Sahar, now Mahsa.
She was forced to bend her soul.
Once again, a woman died.
The government's sordid role.
Mahsa's death in custody,
Must be steadfastly investigated.
So Ebrahim Raisi said.
Once again, Iranians will feel frustrated.
Raul Máximo da Silva
Portugal
April 3—Look at the sky!
One day the world woke up
To the impending end
As a new asteroid.
Quickly dubbed
The doomsday asteroid
Headed to Earth.
Everyone looked up
At the doomsday asteroid
As the world scrambled
To send space missiles
To blow it away.
Brazilians, Chinese, the EU, Koreans, Japanese, Iraqis,
Iranians UAE, Israel,. Indians, Pakistanis, Russians, Saudis,
South Africans, Russians, and Ukrainians.
50 nations all joined the IPDF.
Including to everyone’s surprise
The elusive enigmatic North Koreans.
All join together under a newly formed.
International Planetary Defense Force
Under the auspices of the UN.
NASA provided the executive leadership
The others all provided parts of the ship,
The software, hardware, and nuclear bombs.
The ship would be unmanned
And was launched worldwide
Interest as everyone watched
Hoping for the best.
The bombs worked
The asteroid was blown away
With some minor Metroid damage
The IPDF vowed to remain ever-vigilant
And fully funded, with a new mission.
Setting up permanent space colonies
In space stations, the moon, Mars,
The moons of Jupiter and Saturn.
Vowing to have them set up by 2030!
Using the latest AI-generated
Research.
The goal to have over 50,000 people
Living and working off the planet.
One of the rare international ventures
That survived the new multi-power
Global great power conflicts.
There are many questions that worry mankind
Has Katie`s sister got a lovely behind ?
Is there life on Mars or even in the States ?
Will Obama and the Iranians ever be mates ?
But the biggest question that should concern us the most
And keep us here talking from coast to far coast
Why do the actors in Navy CSI
Always wave mugs as coffee as the camera passes by ?
In his never-ending quest for Truth, Justice and the American Way
Our President, Mr. Donald Trump, reassured us about Iran yesterday
First, of course, if Iran does not develop the bomb
We can 'Make Iran Great Again,' boasted Trump with aplomb
And if that happens, Iranians will be very 'wealthy and happy'
Our Fearless Leader mused, not at all worried about sounding real sappy
Last, but not least, the Great Man said he could see
Becoming 'Best Friends' with Iran, just you wait -- Tee Hee!
Well, after reading this stuff, I was sure greatly relieved
That America's news media could be so easily deceived
Israel was ready to go into Gaza city
Trump stopped them, left Hamas in control
Hamas cracked down without pity
Dissidents vanished into a black hole.
They grabbed Khamis Jwifil, his torture was severe
The claimed he stole during the war
They also made influencers disappear
In the basement under a hospital floor.
Trump told Israel to stop attacking Iran
Iranians arrested tens of thousands after that
Their media called for executions to the last man
If that country is ever free, I'll eat my hat.
Trump captured Maduro, citizens cheered in the streets
But Trump didn't want U.S. boots on the ground
The regime arrested those who cheered its defeat
Lots of suffering expected in that crackdown.
A half-assed operation doesn't have much clout.
If you can't go the distance, you must beware
They'll take revenge when they're free from doubt
and cast a wide net for traitors everywhere
If you can't match means to ends
The regime will string you along
you get out, they murder your friends
The world learns the ending of that song.
You've heard that familiar sound
people willing to see others fight wars.
I sure don't want my boots on the ground
But the point is valid, enemies keep scores.