You in the shadow of your room
A young woman, not yet in your prime
Following the ways of your mother
Pulling strands of deepest indigo blue
And richest madder reds
Across the woolen warp of the loom.
Knotting nimbly as you go,
Mind relaxed, absorbed, immersed
Transported hour after hour
Day after day, month by month
A youth protected and well spent
In the deepest reaches of ancestral time.
When it’s done
You will have woven a masterpiece
Something you will quietly glow with
Something that will long outlast you
Your children, grandchildren, great
Grandchildren and culture.
You will have created a portal
Reaching across time
And space, across cultures
To suck in and absorb
The world weary
To another world.
In this other world
Children laugh and play as children do
But also learn the ways of deepest time
And spend their days apprenticing
In the ways of subtle earthy magic
The ways of warp and weft, knot and dye.
A world beyond time
In a space where lovers meet
Babies sleep
And the old die in peace
Held together on the sturdy loom
Of traditions, bound by hardship and love.
(9/18/26)
The watchman wakes to the drone of the swarm,
The falconer’s voice lost in the engine’s scream;
Damascan sands shift beneath the iron tread,
And ancient Elam stirs from its long-held dream.
The midnight hour is bruised by crimson flare,
The innocent bartered for a desert throne;
Diplomats falter, hollowed of their prayer,
While zealots reap the whirlwind they have sown.
A sign, the temple veil is torn once more;
The end draws near; the King stands at the gate.
Prepare the way through smoke of Eastern shore,
Behold the Lord who masters time and fate.
The martyrs rise when His command is heard;
The Kingdom comes—fulfilled in Christ the Word.
By Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
Far from the homeland, when lips part to speak,
This Persian candy works wonders, magic unique.
The spell of Rumi’s verse, of Hafez’ deep art,
In distant lands, it uplifts every heart.
A potion of love rides this caravan’s crest—
Saadi himself boasts of its charm manifest.
Open your eyes, and at this threshold stay—
The Masnavi begins to tell your tale today.
Yes, the key to the treasure of bliss is our tongue—
Rumi unlocks his vault where legends are sung.
The world is our homeland, in this unmatched place—
Our Persian speech bestows us with grace.
Cut loose, cast adrift
from all I set out to accomplish.
Thrown to the other shore
by a stream I was sure would carry me to the sea.
Stranded at the source
words replaced thought, images replaced word
to leave me speechless
mind agape
transfixed to glossy page after page
of color and pattern, wholeness and detail,
art and craft manifest
in perfect balance on warp and weft.
A beautiful obsession, from ideal to actual,
a literal magic carpet ride
to a figurative land before time
a land of light, and space,
barren hills
and broken hearts,
sheep and wool, plant and dye,
ceaseless wanderings and flights in the night.
A land of my dreams and conception
(there on the carpet as my parents lay)
a carpet beckoning and enticing
to stay and rest awhile, caress and stare
without inhibition
at the sheer beauty
only a fellow nomad could conceive
for the solace of another world weary soul.
(2/20/22, first published in my sixth book of poems, OUT OF TIME OUT OF MIND, 2022)
persian rug holds head
and blonde wooden floor, the fur ~
black persian kitty snores
I know who could have your grave dug,
Your life stop with a reserved slug
Just for bearing a water jug
And treading on his Persian rug...
Not that jug's content you had spilled
But you have his trust in you killed
In his heart carved a wound not healed
Of the things he'd seek: Battlefield!
The chap who could seize someone's mug
And let it a great deal him bug
That one couldn't off the idea shrug...
What a Persian Rug protector,
Self helping with Lie Detector.
TIT-FOR-TAT PERSIAN CAT
A young man and his chic Persian cat
Help each other out tit-for-tat
He feeds her fresh kippers
She brings him his slippers
Why can’t more couples be thoughtful like that?
10/13/22
sundown
old dog takes nap
Persian rug
O my Persian Dear, you still are, Khaiam’s glamorous Saki
Sweet lips, heart-breaking eyes and glowing cheeks so rosy
Smart in scarf, shirt and pant, so beautiful and modern
After thousand years, you shine the same and I remain, in deepest of ecstasies.
(December 11, 2020)
King darius escaped to save his a-s
Smart move smart decision low pitch bass
There is no need to be nice
Think again think twice and think thrice
What lesson do we learn?
Run escape take you turn..
Historical Poem Therapy
.
There is no coronavirus
Oh my God
I'm connected to God
I am connected to the power of God
I have a big heart
I have a strong heart
I have a strong immune system
I have extensive medical sciences
I have powerful doctors
I have powerful drugs
More importantly
I have prayer
I have GOD power
The healing power of GOD is in me
I have hope
I'm victorious
But
what do you have Coronavirus covid 19?
you now became 19 pieces
You have nothing
You are nothing
You were destroyed
Because
My body and my earth do not accept you
And
My body and my earth have been cleansed of you
you know why
Because
God's power
The power of physics
The Power of Science
The power of doctors
The power of medicine
The power of truth
The power of humanity
And
my power
destroyed you
I have many victories in history
Thank God
POET OF HUMANITY AND PEACE
and
I wish that the whole world would read this poem in the media because it has a prayerful, therapeutic and suggestion aspect..
I need YOUR HELP for this work
resources of poem:
Prayer Sciences
Psychology
experiences
And
Voice of Peace is the voice of HUMANITY
SO I PRAISE YOU
in persian
Sadaye Solhe sadaye ensaniyat ast
benabarin
man TO ra setayesh mikonam
in kurdish
Denge iye Denge MIROVATIYE
ye
az TA pasand dikim
Union of my fingers
In the hand
Soviet a fist!
On the sovereign's body
Yet why
Do I
H
I
T
My feet?
I remembered
I gotta get a hammer
and
Hang up
My father's sickle
On the republic's stable wall.
Persian Haiku 3
Persian Haiku 3
Two wings are enough!
To go further than too far,
What about this cage?
God is everywhere.
There are too many crimes here,
Where the hell are you?
My soul is dusty.
My body is too rusty.
Maybe I'm buried.
You heard me crying.
You wanted to heal my wound.
My heart was bleeding.
I am a bandit.
I wanted to steal your heart.
Somebody stole mine.
What is happening?
Lizards were dinosaurs!
Hope for a flower.
Where are we going?
Destination is unknown.
Let’s make a U-turn.
Who is lonelier?
An eagle or a vulture
When there is no food.
I don't plant flowers.
Flowers don't have devotion.
They leave soon after.
Let me go away.
Like a mountain, majestic.
The further we are.
I'm reading Winter.
I’m done with summer and fall.
What happened to spring?
We are both crying,
Sad and gloomy, sky and I.
Our eyes are so wet.
5/4/18 Haloo
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.
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