Long Attar Poems

In time when night turned to dawn, I could see, 
It all appeared like sheer fantasy. 
Light-hearted, I put on my office hat, 
And hurriedly in my horse carriage sat 
To drive away myself to...

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Will you burn the earth`s  skin  to glass?. 

Yet, right there , in Harmony of `69
I bent  in adoration 
before the dusky pearl of your forehead
the soft slopes of your never-ending body
shifting...

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Jogging on the roadside,  
With my friends at my side. 
He moves every inch with us... 
I almost forget we were four. 
Seeing him as one; we discuss
Along the line to the very core
Before...

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Three lying deacons 
swim in a handbag -
and a lone, celibate pastor 
paces longingly bemused.
Michael, the Arc Angel, 
poses silently,
in dusty Gabbana drag,
cursing the lipstick-painted laymen
writhing in rancid attar -
naked 
and intentionally 
unused.

Four wide-eyed boys...

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sarah & wodjan 

debates over the presence
of Sarah Attar & 
Wodjan Ali Seraj Abdulrahim Shahrkhani
at the Olympics raves on,
concerning whether or not
they have been used as pawns
thrown from the pools of women’s
oppression in the middle...

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Evening Hours 

An azure sky is being defeated 
by a shadow world where
a persistent half-moon is already
making its way up the silken expanses 
of blackest night

A horse whinneys, spooked
by the rattle of an old 
lawn...

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Evening Hours 

An azure sky is being defeated 
by a shadow world where
a persistent half-moon is already
making its way up the silken expanses 
of blackest night

A horse whinneys, spooked
by the rattle of an old 
lawnmower...

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Oh my dearly beloved sister,
I'll come as the raindrops to sleep on your flowery heart
Nothing in this Universe possesses the power to set us apart
Compared to you and me, Monalisa is not the greatest art
When...

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Moneywise, I'm far...
from rich, but in life
and love, I sure am rich...
for that, I'm eternally grateful.

Today was not made
for some; their eyes never saw
dawn's sunrise; mine did,
for that, I'm eternally grateful.

Notwithstanding my share
of bleak, hard-to-get-through...

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April Ambassador

April, ambassador of spring, appears -
Mediator of the truce
Between dusky winter’s sighs
Of first snowfalls
And the incense of l’air du temp
Where mourning doves entwine with peaceful wings –
The scent of cashmere’s spring
Soft upon the meadow;
Envoy...

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Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell. 

Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.

Apothecary had the perfect answer 
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver! 

Happy she was...

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The cool breeze sends ripples 
upon water as smooth as glass 
upon skin, cooled, radiant sun
they are all assembled at this pond 
a few humans, mostly birds 
Attar would be pleased to see this 
Meeting
Delegation...

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R-ed rose spreads her aroma
O-r her most sweetest scent; 
S-melled by attracted snoots
A-t the most exciting event.
L-et red rose spread her aroma
I-n the spacious open air; 
N-oses that sniff at the flower
A-re enjoying the huge...

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Oh, how beautiful you are
waving on your stem
a perfect picture 
to behold

Your attar floods my senses
so sweet and fragrant
deep musky scents
that beguile me

Your hips full and plump
rose water or tea I make
or rose scones to...

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Like a flower you are
Mixed Beauty with generous attar
Flowers progression from year to year
Phenomenal that should be revealed

Some will be picked from the fields
That loved ones would be pleased
Some would be crushed by feet
As lovers...

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This rose,                                 ...

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Are your eyes made from the surging debris from the scintillating stars?
Are your voice made from the tranquil tune from the guitars?
Are your fingers been forged and formed in the God's altar?
Are your sense of...

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Drinking a bloody mary, he stands aloof.
Not a snob but superior to his trade,
He is a poet of today.

Just look at his attar.
His facial expression tells of his dramatic aura.
Maybe, he is in dramatic internal...

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It was a bloody mess,
murder,
the kind that does not kill
but stabs on and on.
You get used to it, want it,
it keeps you alive
the way some poisonous medicine will.

We slammed together, bruised,
pile-driving through explosive flames;
we were...

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