You're prettier than a tree
Nonchalant beauty alone
Up the bare hill
Reposes in the golden Beams
lightly warm and free
to placate the moody wind
in the abode of leams
far from the thirsty rill
and the doggedly crow
and all of it I can imagine to own
Far in the abandoned land
Beyond that bare hill
Where a lake mimics tranquility
A womb of life laden and still
Mirrors as your calm beauty
And all of it I can see
From my dormer window
From a portrait of me
A sketch unframed, unfinished
On an easel, fancifully colored
Waits frailly thy brush and hand
To accomplish my metamorphosis
To achieve thy miraculous guesses
Of the unity of pure whiteness
And colors of passionate kisses.

Written by
Jamal Abboud

I'll pass the huge cars
in colorful scarves
Grandpa...

از ماشین های بزرگ می گذرم
...و روسری های رنگی خواهم داشت پدربزرگ

My satchels are mismatched
Its deer doesn't laugh
No pencil sharpener ever

کیف های مدرسه ام لنگه به لنگه اند
گوزن اش نمی خندد
هیچوقت تراش نداشت

I was that girl forgetting her
skirt...


دختری بودم
...دامنش یادش می رفت

I dreamed last night
My earrings were lost
I did not scream...

دیشب خواب دیدم
گوشواره هایم گم شد
...فریاد نزدم

Glimpse of water pour from the sky
Slippery soapy waters flow my heart
Lazuli lights transpire your name in my heart
As **** it turns to a plant

You're my only love
Heaven I wish bond us by
Stars I wish shine at the day
Moon should eclipse the sun as we love

So our heart shy in the void of day
As I stripe you upon watered clay
Molding your heart with my name
As you wrapped me with your twin breast

I promise the world to adore you
Like pyramid of Giza
Unending fame our love possess
In ion of time I light up love waves

So our bone waxes for immortality
For our love is obsess with eternity
Bringing infinitesimal sparks of love reality
You're my only love beyond mere mentality

Written by
Martin Ijir

~A warm place
~But the streets await our feet
~Stardust - on our boots
~A soft armchair, checkered plaid,
~A sunny day - in dazzling dreams

~Blood type - on my sleeve,
~My serial number - on my sleeve,
~Wish me luck in battle, wish for me:
~That I do not remain lying in the grass,
~That I do not remain lying in the grass
~Wish me luck, wish me luck!

~And there is a price you pay, but I do not want
~Victory at any cost
~I don't want to put my foot on his chest
~I would like to stay with you,
~Just stay with you,
~But the star high in the sky calls me away

Don't love me
Please don't love me
I flirt in words from my soul
and don't want to hurt you

For heaven sake I am just
A sculptor of words
Facing my pregnancy alone
Soon I die in forlorn

For I soul deserved
and don't want you to be
Widowed for my name sake
Please don't love me please don't love me

For emotions and passions
Feel your dying heart
In this my heart bears a life
Wherewithal I love you like

A pear fruit, wearing jealousy
For pomegranates my muse
So entice as it grants me hope

That Jasmine and roses forbade
Orchid scents cloak in my soul
And irises of lotus promise me riches
And I am just an ordinary poet

Please don't love please don't love me
My soul incline a time uneven
If truly you love me then a sign from heaven
My soul won't decline

Only to love you back as I flirt
With words from my soul to your soul
Please love me for the sake of love
In this I die with unflirting words

Written by
Martin Ijir

As I disheveled my hair, my
scarves were gone...

موهایم را که باز کردم
...روسری هایم نبود

I have been imprisoned by you
Not of chains but linewy line of letters that appear four in your name
Your name contains flower that enchants my heart
They are thorns that pierces deeply in me
Causing claps of thunder to echo love in me
am i really in love with you or it is your name that I love?

Written by
Martin Ijir

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her smile burst like bubble gum
her cheeks smell as queen of the night
her face glow like the morning sun
o my sweet child, you entwined me like Jasmine

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

your inspiration has been given for a purpose
cosmos lips
underneath the blue
let the wind be the the messenger

Jean C Bertrand

my nose is big

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I love my beautiful craftsman's brain
Wisdom helps my ignorance to drain

I love my head of thick black hair
Enjoying the sun and moon in chair

I love myself regularly day and night
Diamond in my eyes makes life bright

I love my golden musical voice
Rejoice in melodious song of choice

I love my soft elastic muscular heart
Stretches my true plan action to start

I love my abundance of delicate stomach
Digests everything without pain and ache

I love my masculine energy and fertility
Which gives me desired family of ability

I love my healthy sturdy body the whole
Which helps me achieve worldly goal

I love my whole self better than a dog
Enjoying all catalogs in summer and fog

I promise to love my soul an eternal embrace
So that I can love you all with just and grace

I love myself so I can love the whole world
The whole world is precious oceanic pearled

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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O My gardener
your shadow is my best fertilizer
and you watered me with your perspiration
your sweat added me the fragrance
your hands gave me flowers
You can never die O MY Gardener
since you are always busy in the garden of life
planting more and more new seeds
and everything follows you creeping with Smile

by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Spring's entry... ⛅🌿
From a nearby tea grove...
🌿🌿🌿
A lady's song fills my cup...

Glass plate,
With apple blossoms 🌼🍎
and rose hips...
Cranes fly south...
To my mother's palm trees...
🌴🌴🌴
snowy garden
full of wild apples🍏❄
bare branches...

Apple season, 🍎🌸
The slow ripening
of my womb...

Apple pie,
smells like Muhammad’s hands
cinnamon...
🌸🌸🌸

Second spring lockdown,
☀️🌿
Gazing at the daffodils
From the first one...
🌼🌼🌼
Open window,
Under the Silver mulberry tree,
The voice of a srange woman...

Red grains,
From magnolia cones,🌺
Grandmother's beads...

Among the water of 🌊
a fish bowl, 🐟
My first apple blossoms...
🌸🍏🌿 🌸🍎🌼🌸
Disappear into the stars...
⭐🐟⭐🌊🐟⭐🐟🐟 ⭐

i do not like to talk...i do not like to judge...
although i could be beautiful...

...دوست ندارم حرف بزنم...دوست ندارم قضاوت کنم
...با این که می توانستم زیبا باشم

When the time comes
I be the one to collect
Your heart my love

I be the moon to light
Your void world
The sky in your coffin

The judge of your love
For i shall ignite peace
For you, to rest on the bed of peace

I be the one to give life
For the tombstone invites
Dust, dust is the path to immortality

Written by
Martin Ijir

Her smile is akin to the sun
Childhood age full with joy
Sitting in a playful position
Tanviha is your time enjoy

Moment of your childhood birth
Grow and showcase your talent worth
In a world where indifference perch
Bridge the gap like your childbirth

I know better days await you
In a world that needs change
So rise and release the mirage
So others see the unending youtide in you

Martin Ijir

They say we need to hope
Well I am living for now
And praying for a favorable future...

Joey Percival Ikechukwu

Wishing for the rainbow everyday
Your hands be beautiful
To see my eyes
To kiss my skirt
I don't like my feet...

من هر روز رنگین کمان را آرزو می کنم
دست های تو زیبا باشد
چشم های مرا ببیند
دامنم را ببوسد
...من پاهایم را دوست ندارم

where is
my white wedding
dress ?

I will give birth to you...
from the eucalyptus trees
of the garden;
From the Honeysuckle;
And his eyes...
More scorching than the sun
More scorching than lily...
and i will see you
In the spectrum...
Through the shadows of the trees...
In the absence of a leaf...
I will pick your hands...

تو را خواهم زائید....
از درختانِ اُکالیپتوسِ باغچه؛
از یاس هایِ امین الدوله؛
و چشم هایش....
داغ تر از آفتاب...
داغ تر از سوسن...
و تو را خواهم دید....
در طیف...
از میان سایه های درخت...
در غیاب یك برگ...
من دست هایت را می چینم....

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When fragrant flowers
climb your outside the window
perfect couple weds

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Looking for lost
Not found yet
beneath feet
Fairies dance
Testing human flight

Fragrant images allure
Butterflies swing on corolla
Bumblebee's sound destroys peace

Hummingbirds
Enjoy nectar
uninterupted
Garden is unattended

Loving care
Not lust
See, Sky comes without wings
To embrace the Earth

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Let me pour water of life
Into your dry stream
Where I give breath of love
To your dying realm

As I feel your presence
With the touch of my feet
Colors of rainbow sprays like greenish plant
For I want you to drink my ****** breast

Thy beauty gleams with posture as sky
Hanging in radiance of moon's glory
My sun flaring from your gem's hair
As you lost in thoughts of my air

The vase is the symbol of undying love
Shoulder high my wrist and waist glue like dove
******* dignity and face gleams of rays above
For in short time Paradise restores in our heart cove

My figurine eight shape
Makes me to stare at you
For in love our house is build
As Stonehenge cave where our soul reside

Written by
Martin Ijir

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Some flowers bloom in summer or winter
Some flowers bloom in the mud or desert
But all flowers bloom in right Time and place

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

The smell of the apple's body...
🍎🌼

The sun... ☀️

Dry smell of unripe persimmons
🍅🍁 🍅🍁☘

Among the buttons of my dress...

Folding the sun... ☀️
On the clothesline...
Like The whiteness of the Childhood hands...
🌼🌼🌼

A cloud, ☁️
At the top of the mountain...
⛰              ☁️🎈☁️☁️🎈

I'm the length of
the spike wheat... 🌾
And your eyes...
The time of harvesting...
🌾🌾🌾

spring equinox, ☘🌸
half the blossoms
already fallen...
I'm in love with a man
From May... ☘☘☀️☘
The sky was bluer than ever...
آسِمآن آبي تر از هَمیشه بُود...
  And I remember all the peach blossoms...
و مَن تَمآمِ شِکُوفِه هآيِ هُلو را به خآطِر دآرَم...
That golden glitter in your eyes...
آن بَرقِ رُوشَنِ چَشم هآیَت...

" You smell like the dust
and all blue jasmines...! "

And I always want spring...
وَ مَن دُوست دآرَم هَمیشه بَهآر بآشَد...
When the bud blooms...
زَمآني کِه شِکُوفِه گُل مي دَهَد...

Blue slickers,
Children growing
In the rain...
💧💧💧

After seeing the red carnations ....
The dream of the
White breaths of a lily flower
In the old days of a man...

Being by your side,
Still carrying
The aroma of
Cherry blossoms...
🌸🍒 🌸🍒☘
Your forehead, All the fig trees...
🍑🌳🌳🍑🌳 🌳🌳🌳 ☘🍑

My hand, dropping you
Into the sky... 🎈
Will we get to the summer?
And I don't ask anymore...
Why does my cancerous mother lose her hair?
Why am I not pregnant?
Not feeling the fetus kicking in my womb...
My dress is not blue...?!
After Saadat Abad Street...
At that time,
When my mother's lily petals,
Falling down
On the iranian carpet...


You have been...!
بُودِه اي...!

گل های زرد....
همون طور که نتونستم جلوی پژمرده شدنِ گلدونمُ بگیرم....
حیاة.... تو شاید تلالؤِ یه نورِ سبز باشی...
وقتی نور خورشید،  روی شاخ و برگ های درخت انگورِ حیات مون می تابید.
الآن درخت انار مرده... درخت سیب مرده... درختچه ی گل های نسترن مرده...
همون طور که نتونستم جلوی پژمرده شدن گلدونمُ بگیرم....
حیاة...
تو با سرطان مادرم، در یکی از روزهای سیاه و گرمِ خرداد به دنیا اومدی...
و تو اون موقع تنها دوستِ من بودی که باهات حرف میزدم.... چون تمومِ گربه ها درونگراند... تو بخشی از تن من شدی و هر لحظه، با عواطفِ مادرانه در وجودم.... مثل جنین....
در من تشکیل می شدی...
و حالا میخوای بری حیاة...؟!
دیگه خسته شدی...؟!
نمیخوای بیشتر پیشم بمونی مهمون کوچولو...؟!
شاید تو در زندگی قبلیت، یه پسر بچه بودی... شاید مادری داشتی.... شاید اون زن من بودم.... که به علت بیماری، بچه اشُ از دست داده.... و این چرخه ی روح تا الآن ادامه داشته... و شاید در زندگیِ بعدیت، من فقط "یك صدا" از تو باشم حیاة.... 🌱🌸
نه من اعتراض دارم آقای قاضی...!
من به جبر ایمان نمیارم...
چرا باید عمرِ پروانه ها بیشتر از کودکان باشه...؟! چرا باید سرطان، ام اس، بیماری های نقص مادرزادی، و ویروس های دست ساز آدما وجود داشته باشه....؟!
نه من اعتراض دارم آقای قاضی...!
من به جبر ایمان نمیارم....
همون طور که نتونستم جلوی پژمرده شدن گلدونمُ بگیرم....
حیاة....
من ماهِ گرمِ مرداد،
وقتی تو داشتی با جانا بازی میکردی؛
دیدم تو هوا، دو تا قاصدک داشتن باهم پرواز میکردن... یه قاصدک بزرگ، و یه قاصدک کوچیک، که خیلی به هم نزدیک بودن... انگار دستِ همُ گرفته بودن...
شاید توی آبيِ آسمون، اون من و تو بودیم حیاة....
شاید بریم یه جایی که مجبور نباشی پاتُ بذاری روی آجر و سیمان....
بریم جایی که توی دشتِ
گل های سبز و زرد دویده باشی...
با باد رقصیده باشی....
با یک قلب سالم....
که به نفس... نفس... افتادن نیوفتی حیآة.... 🌸🌱
من پشت سرت توی آسمون عظیم و ترسناک آسمون آبی، یه ابر دیدم که شناور بود.... داشت از هم باز میشد.... شکل های دیگه ای میشد... اجزاش از هم باز میشد.... پراکنده و از بین می رفت....
و این یعنی غم.... ناله....

...دامن دخترش بود

That skirt was for her daughter...

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You absorbed me in yourself as sweet breeze of Jasmine
Sparkle on my face as a thousand stars shine have been

Crisis of daily life has been resolved and sadness is dissolved
Good deeds, love seeds, compassion awakened and anger solved

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

The color pencils in my hand
My mother's ******* are not like mine
Even her eyes will not be
repeated any more...

مداد رنگی ها دست من بود
سینه های مادرم
شکل من نیست
حتی چشمانش هم
...دیگر تکرار نمی شوند

A self confession
I have never seen
A rose flower
But I fall in love with her

I have never seen
A Jasmine flower
But I scent her in my soul

I have never seen
A beauty that entices
Me as my poems
Which contains her ******

Appearances
of all flowers that bloom
She lives in me
Soul to soul, heart to heart

Written by
Martin Ijir

در کوه ها صدای غم آلوده ای درد پژواک دارد. در دل بذرهای خفته در خاک، جاری است خون. و جاری است خون. پاییز است و گلی نمی شکفد. پاییز است و گل من مُرده. در شاخه ها بلبل ها آواز نمی خوانند. کلاغ ها آواز می خوانند. از آرزوهای قلبی ام، دستم کوتاه مانده. جراحت بر تن دارم. از درون. آه ای گل های رُز از درون! جاری است خون در ترانه هایش... مرا در این جا جست و جو نکن. جست و جو نکن مادر! نامم را، نامم را بر در خانه نگو. بر گیسوانت ستاره افتاده، آن ها را می چینم. گریه نکن مادر!
در حالی که به سان ترانه ای، زیستن می خواستم... بر لبه ی شامگاه ایستاده ام. کفن که جیب ندارد مادر! بر گریبانم ستاره پُر کرده ام... بدوید کودکان... آه بدوید...
سحرگاهان به سویم می آید. خلاصه، مادر زیبایم وقتی به گل می اندیشی مو بر بدنت سیخ نمی شود. خندیدن، امید ساختن، انتظار کشیدن و یا چشم به دورها دوختن. انتظار کشیدن تا شاید برای یک بار دیگر مرا ببینی مادر!
و آه مادر! مرگ چه چیز عجیبی است مادر! دیگر نخواهم توانست از دیوارها بالا روم تا بازی کنم. پروانه ها را شکار کنم. با پرستوهای بهاری پرواز کردم مادر!
حتی با دارو هم نخواهم توانست چشمانم را به روی سقف باز نگه دارم مادر!
و نخواهم توانست پدر شوم!
خاک شدن چه چیز غریبی است مادر!
خاک شدن چه چیز غریبی است مادر!

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I stopped thinking and
Closed my eyes
I smiled with an ease
I slid off little from the bed
I turned my back
And reached for the moon
Letting starlight and mother Light
Fall on my naked breast
In the silence of that lonely night
To experience the natural feeling
Feeling Free from everything

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

I've lost
The shadows that were longer than my hands
Her beautiful small ******* are golden
Naked running in the grain field is my dream

گم کرده ام
سایه های بلند تر از دستانم را
سینه های کوچک زیبایش طلایی است
برهنه در گندم زار دویدن رویای من است

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I will meet you there
Where the night slips out from the darkness tear
And the Dawn enters in a World of Light n prayer
Without disturbing the ecstatic stillness of fair Air
Where there is only meeting of sweethearts stare
Meeting, only meeting and no fear of parting dear

I will meet you there
Where the dancing ocean meets the calm sky
Where the bouncing heart free from it, but and why
Where the flashing death expands the new life to spy
Where the passing breath demands wise laugh to apply
On the Lips of blue mountains where the moon is waxing shy

I will meet you there
Where the thought of shallow valley goes to peak
Where the unheard intelligence of mute man speak
Where the modest eyes of blind see, seek and meek
Where the dumb understand your delicate Greek
Where your technique appreciates the existing mystique

I will meet you there
Where there is no vanishing sound of thinking
Where it is done, there is not undone in blinking
Where the lonely arms of sea are embracing
Where the splashing chest of river is dictating
Where the naval of brook is voice of everything

I will meet you there
Where you will have no lamp of doubt

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

The drawing books with The
yellow lined paper
Are just the black stars by pens...

برگه های زرد خط دار دفتر نقاشی
...ستاره های خودکار سیاه است

angel, every smile i see
my heart keeps swimming like the sea
Every look i take
I wish everyday with you i'd wake
Every minute i breath
I know we're distantly close

Darling
You are a canoe with the spark of a rainbow
You're a kingfisher with the beauty of sparrow
You're a dew in a misty meadow
You're a knight that pierced my heart with an arrow

Sweetheart
We're distantly close
We're in love and the heaven knows
We may be poor like farmers without hoes
But we're angels with cherubic goals

Honey
We're wealthy without money
Its raining but our lives are bright and sunny
At morning we're never mourning
We in love, but our affection is still running

Baby
Permit me to kiss
Those lips that make me miss
Let me pull a chair
And lets breath without air
Hold your hair
And wake up when the sun is fair

by Joey Percival Ikechukwu

Silver sky
At dawn
Pronto
Pronto
I shall sing
Lullaby
Pronto
Pronto
I shall dance
Moonwalking
Beneath the grey
Pronto
Pronto
At dawn

Jean C Bertrand

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One winter night
You came in my life
when I was cold and alone

you are a gift to me
without any oasis
without any river
without any Orions light
without any sun
but
you are melting the ice
you're all the music
all the poems and
all the foods
Taste buds
after some guilty pleasures
illicit seduction stunning display
you make me king of your kingdom
Ever since
I have never been the same

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Tides change rising waves
shades of water and sky
you beach sand and me

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Every day
At cafe
How kind is your heart
I wish I could plant a Jasmine in your heart

هر روز
در کافه
قلب شما چقدر مهربان است
کاش می توانستم گل یاسمن را در
قلب شما بکارم

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In all unknown places,
I just opened my heart
To let the world enter
Ploughed it far and wide,
Letting behind deep furrows

No one could see
My heart furrows crying
I waited for healing season
And its gates opened soon

Travelers began pilgrimage
To temple of my Crops,
They picked wheat harvest
In the middle of my youth

I chose not to rust
The flour from dust
Baked it in my heart oven
Shared it to every hungry one

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

My soul spices for unending love
To build an orb of adoring cove
Where magical wands stops time
Making our soul in body to elope
In a fountain of water *****
There we found an undying breath

Martin Ijir

please excuse me
it is not a poem
but i just want to say
i am really happy that
Keikavoos Yakideh writes again

Azuric rays of lamp moon shines
Glowing as gadfly in a dragon's mouth
The day lures her exotic beauty
Fleeing coattails as egrets feast

Upon the ticks showing parasidic
Qualities, the moon eclipse the earth
lightening sparks of dust to the sun
Lovers cut in the shadow of void

An even shadow under a jocund tree
Full with locusts whispering talks
Tongues and lips chew each other
Like doves on flying acrobatics skill
their mind become so dark

Two being fuse as one mooning their heart
In love display, attiric artistic stars shines
Under the shrine of moist calabash I drink
The lips containing wine made from sour grape

Taffy qualities my soul lost in the air
The moon continue to shine
Our faces light the shadow as one
Into a searing moments our heart drumbeat

I am welled into you as moon
Silent sigh sounds as ship
Horning as our heart trudge as brush
We puddle our soul as soul of moon

Written by
Martin Ijir

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The path beyond hell,
Is not very well,
When dark and light,
When everything is bright...

Some follows dream
Make a heaven a cream
To die in your hand
Listening to musical band

I love so well
Before the last farewell
In godly peace and ease
You're light touches, please.

You did what was right
Moon is now half bright
Tears of mine give light
Dew on cheeks of night

God is laughing in heaven
Frees me from sins of seven
Imaginative heart is driven
Only the dead can be forgiven

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~