Long Vigils Poems

A MESSAGE TO EINSTEIN
Originally Composed in Persian Language by:
M. H. Shahryar (1904- 1988)
Translated into English by:
 Abdullah Bageri Hamidi

Einstein! An unspecified greeting! Well, pardon;
Running in the twilight of moonlight, fair;
With the curl of the wavering...

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A is for angst, the lacerating emotion you spark inside my guts when I think of you…
B is for Bingo…boy did I win at that game…
C is for cherish, those precious moments you and I...

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change is the object and lesson of life
answer to unhappiness, and purpose of strife
moments come and confront my expectations
people move through my life in tenuous relations
distant though near, self enwrapped individuals
including others to share theior...

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PROLOGUE
Biographies are for men who have a need to cry
To spell out what we remember is to subtract all
We forget, for knowing then nothing knew, a lie
Conjured by history, there's no a priori here at...

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*Note:  A 60-year annual tradition that involved a mysterious visitor leaving three 
roses at the grave of writer Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary of his birthday 
ended in January 2010.  Curators of...

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Endless ribbon of tattered poetry in pavement,

Trail of tears for wandering vagabonds,

Seek yourself from this time forth betwixt sunrise and senility,

For the tides of the seasons grow weary with long-suffering,

To the hopes thou clingeth unto,...

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If a book has footnotes, though it is fiction,

How do you classify it?

Historical fiction has made some inroads

To this chimera crossroads

But science fiction

Ironically, is behind the times

I’ve kept writing vigils like Virgil.

I muse ‘neath the...

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In these a-dying days,
people are given mo’ grief news
Hope cost less than
a jug bottle of dirt cheap booze

While the crying game
is being played
over and over,  time again hence

Death has a new name:
Covid-19
is the ICU...

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Seems it stood there all the time
her good piano ~ church now closed,
she used to sing her songs in rhyme
made church folks happy, in the rows.

The years went on ~ church once so gay,
for Indians,...

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from the everlasting scrap yard of common decency

and the slaughter fields of raging battles never won

the stench of broken values rises in foul smelling loss

perfumed no doubt by the false values and belief of

glory fame...

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*Image of When The Roll is Called Up Yonder by Gtube


The Wake of my Village


She's coming downhill fast, the homes are in her path
her cycle in the past that forwards reckless wrath,
the homes are in...

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Strips of pale silken scarf
On the soft crimson light
Spreading from land to sea
After the blackness of night
Amid sighing moonstone of seeded saturn
A crow is crowing to break up the pattern.

Kanya Kumari high monarch’s maid
High colour...

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GOD's SPECIAL LOVE
During mix up of this recipe
My ink freeze carrying a fragile
Destiny.
Sending songs of hanger to
My Lord,
I need to be part of this conventional
list for all His special Love,
Father Benjamin Franklin and 
Pa Da...

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December 14th a cold evil wind was in Play…
From what had started to be a most beautiful day.
It struck at the heart of Newtown, Connecticut
Twenty children and seven adults were struck.

The families grieve as the...

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A - After Thanksgiving, minds reset,
B - because about a month away,
C - Christmas will be our holiday.
D - Deliverance of peace it brings,
E - especially when we hold dear,
F - forever in our hearts...

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I’m impetuous, 
You’re cautious.
Both stubborn yet seeking balance,
Two souls reconciling with loving silence.
 
Holding hands at every chance,
Relaxing together was our luxury and romance.
We can't really be through,
For I’m still missing you.
 
A sly glance...

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Threading Hunger’s Needle
                                by...

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He knows how He made you 
He knows the thought He put in you
What you are thinking is came from Him
He made your heart and controls your heart beat
He made your desires; leads your movement
He...

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A FACT I WISH WERE FICTION

Together as a team they finally found the thirteen year old young lady at last
The insanity of uncertainty was permanently part of the past
Little Miss Lost was discovered after a...

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(Please read The Park -- Part One first ...
This is a continuation from Part One, due to space limitations)

Yes, kids at play are bold and wise
with flashing smiles and knowing eyes.
Children tire easily of grown-up...

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AUDIO: Music for lyrics below...

He Abideth

He's not in a box -- never was,
Giver of Life, He's the First Cause;

He left a bit; it is His style,
He wants to make the world worthwhile,

Yet from the start,...

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Son
of God
our Savior,
was born. In a
manger filled with
hay, in a stable,
his mother near, Jesus
was sent to us. Many
came to behold and, led by
the Star of Bethlehem saw Mary
and Joseph with their child, not
just a tiny...

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alone I made camp
in an old post-war lean-to
so close to the river
mist covers me like dew

next to my rough camp
I found rougher white stones
faded names, faded lives
graves hiding old bones

in the moon's creeping light
I now...

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Hunger's Needle

Acumen's voice smolders quietly
when deafened ears respond only
to discords of witlessness

Wisdom's heat invites comfort
its embers remain alive
its wake of constant resolve
lifts vigils of swirling persuasion
choking away illiteracy
ignoring cross or sickle waved ominously

Ever present

Creation's insight
remaining...

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Metallic city howls like a wounded animal
scraped by nocturnal vigils
of grandchildren and elders
emaciated like tuberculosis lungs
gasping from chug-chugs of tobacco soot...
and the face of a night is hammered by
ripped moans like plucked strings in motel...

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