In The Name of God
(Some of my English free verses & poems)
Heritage
Only a garden of delightful words
in which we may live and love
is our high precious heritage of the whole past.
All of the kings and their subjects vanished
by the powerful hands of wind.
All of us will also join them till midnight.
and the remainder of us is the same:
disappeared graves,
forgotten names
and broken swords.
For our lucky and optimistic ancestors
the semi-precious treasure of us
in which they will live and love
is only a garden of delightful words
if we can cultivate now.
The rest will be winged till the dawn.
Persian Hoopoe
2005-09-20
Superpower
The bloodshed flourishes the frosty nights
when the devilish disbelievers
abuse the holy names and books
-as the most effective hooks-
to attract the cattle of misbelievers
and encourage them to fly to
by exporting other nations to Hell.
We were attacked in such cold gloomy nights
during our honorable bright history.
Let the Paper Tigers labels us Terrorists.
We love all nations and religions
and this peaceful faith is our first vulnerable spot,
for external abusers.
We hate the ugly face of war
but love the purplish visage of defense,
and one who makes martyr of himself
is the real superpower,
and this is our next Achilles Heel,
particularly for internal users.
Persian Hoopoe
June-2005
The faith tree
The branches of a tree
never fight against each other.
But we, users of its shade and fruits,
dogmatically, break the branches
to make helves and arrow and bludgeons
for killing each other and cutting roots of the tree.
We even make cross to crucify Messiah.
Oh, what did we, Jacks of all trades,
do with the faith tree and religions.
Persian Hoopoe
June-2005
The Survival of The Fittest
…and spring is the revolution of flowers
…and they are picked and fluttered
…and the thorns come to throne
…and the opportunist gadflies wear the crown
…and the butterflies are slaughtered
…and the candle of peace cries till the next spring
…and the new flowers will be picked and fluttered
…and the new thorns come to new throne
…and so on ….
…and the spring is the shambles of flowers.
By : Persian Hoopoe
June/2005
To Revive
A flower can return us to paradise
and put our connection to an endless end.
A flower can create us anew
and refresh our joyful missing memories.
And no differ whether a wild or a hot-house one
Only a flower…
Only a flower?
Alas, what did we do??
We wrongdoer creatures destroyed and burnt
One hundred and twenty four thousands
gardens of real flowers.
And consequently, we, loathsome nasty sinners
were sentenced to wash our faces
in a cesspool of cruelty each morning,
breathe the putrefied air of discrimination till evening,
and go to bed with nightmares and devilish sex dreams.
Such a filthy place is our reward
and the next hell is worse than this, if
there weren't any flower to return us to lovesickness.
Oh, my hidden flower
all of the windows are waiting
for your reviving fragrance.
By : Persian Hoopoe
June /2005
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