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Farhang Pouya

Democracy In This World

Democracy in US Has become a real mess Democracy for lobbies Democracy for press   Democracy in UK At one time it was ok But

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Arts and Literature
Jahanshah Rashidian

My Rose In The Wind

I pronounce her name Among roses Wet with my tears Placed on the chimney breast Beneath my eyes.   And then I gather the scent

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Arts and Literature
Mary Armstrong

Haji Firooz

Down in the courtyard, Haji Firooz is playing– singing, wailing beating his tambourine.   But the children are all gone. Lined up like tea spoons

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Arts and Literature
Mary Armstrong

Na Baba! A Ghazal

They say Americans aren’t welcome abroad –Na Baba! We can wield that big stick, but we’re no longer free to trod –Na Baba!   I

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Arts and Literature
Mary Armstrong

Chai Cam Rang

The guests are filling the other room, and still you lie here, pretending to sleep.   You’ve got your headphones on- but your not listening

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Arts and Literature
Mary Armstrong

The Wind

Today, we are casting winter from our hearts while everywhere around us earth devours the last tadigh of snow. Today, the lady of the house

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

دلیل آفتاب

عادت های کوچک، مرا شکل میدهند و رویای بزرگ مرا از یاد برده است با صدای آدمک ساعتی بیدار میشوم پاجامه ام را میپوشم و

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

Fire

I gained the wind And you the fire. Ignite!   So we can dance Over the ruins of the world. By Majid Naficy October 15,

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

در

در ——- درِ خانه ی من تنها یک لنگه دارد کُلون ندارد و کوبه ندارد و روی سینه ی آن را گُلمیخ های قدیمی نپوشانده

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

Hope

Emily Dickinson calls “hope” a bird Who has perched in her soul And without asking for seeds Sings incessantly. I saw it as a cricket

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

The Night

The night is half over in Texas And it is past midnight in New York. The day is opening its eyes in Sweden Only in

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

Morning Workout

On my balcony There are three things That make my day: Wind chimes, a red rose and a stationary bike. Every morning when I sit

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موشها و آدم ها

پرده تمدنش را کنار زدم تا آبشاری از مرمر سپید نمایان شد. دستهای زمخت و تیره رنگم با هیجان سرگرم ستایش آن اعجاز شدند. …

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

Visiting The Crocodiles

My neighbor and her grandchildren Are going to the zoo To visit the crocodiles of the Nile river Who, everyday after lunch Lie back on

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

The Letter

We grow old far from each other, You, there Where shady trees lead to Philosophers’ Way With a tree house built by a playful forest

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

The Old Vine

There is a green fence Between death and me Covered by an old vine. When passing by I part the dense leaves To see the

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

Curse To The Mountain

O Mountain! One day I will return to you And put a crown of paper on your head. Cloudy or sunny, it doesn’t matter. Starting

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

We Return To Each Other

You put your right hand on my pillow I lay my left cheek on your palm You close your eyes And I hold you with

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

Visiting The Wall

We climbed the Great Wall of China And reached the second watchtower Where a narrow, dark minaret Joined the blue sky in a balcony. There,

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

Over The City Of Istanbul

Over the city of Istanbul A bird circles And moans in the moonlight: Perhaps it has come from the strait of Bosphorus From the port

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Poetry
M. Saadat Noury

Happy World Ferdowsi Day

HAKIM ABOLGHASEM FERDOWSI TOOSI (935-1020) Ferdowsi has been considered as the first Iranian poet of national epics. Most Iranians regard Ferdowsi as the greatest of

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Arts and Literature
Majid Naficy

New York

Today New York bent down And cried In the Atlantic waters She sustained a wound To her spine Then she remembered The old wounds of

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