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Farshid Rezaee Poems
Rage of Reason
The thought doth knock, On mind’s wooden doors, Haughty reason roars: “This is a deadlock! ”
A man, a woman, a restaurant A look, a smile, a word A sentence, another, a chat A minute, an hour, a moment
A Love Song
Velvet veil of violets has covered thy hair Ruby red roses kneel to form thy bed Pretty plump pansies bend to pamper thee Dormant drowsy dews on daffodils are shed
Life Imitates Art (A Humble Tribute to O...
O thou proud Nature Rolling in ashes of long-burnt Fiery love of yourself What are you boasting of?
Black gown of night has covered the Earth The owl singing for the Devil’s birth Stars twinkle but the heart is dark The moon gloomy and the wind stark
A Gushing Eulogy on the Devil
The time when thy heart’d beat no longer When thy soul’d be shaken by thunder Of the innocent hands of the Death Coming to take hold of thy breath
Standing in the desert Golden volcano‘s fiery lavas Drops of sweat Gasping, shaking, I wait
Took a Walk...
Took a walk On the streets Clouds are bleeding Drops of cruel water
A piece of blank paper Two pens A white A black
Scent of Sin
Scent of an apple Wrath of God Eve’s luring voice
The little bird chanting Herald of spring’s return White gown’s doomed to burn By Earth joyous panting
Rays of light ravish the dark, Breaths are held as if in fear, Awaited moment treading near, Eddy devouring the Noah’s Ark.
The haughty eagle soaring, To heaven’s acme of pride, Where Olympians abide, And Zeus’s voice roaring
Rusty rotten dirty domes, Wound the Heaven’s azure heart, Chimneys’ souls rise to part, Black giants’ filthy foams.
Comments about Farshid Rezaee
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Rage of Reason
The thought doth knock,
On mind’s wooden doors,
Haughty reason roars:
“This is a deadlock! ”
Raging reason calls,
Words armed with letters,
With chains and fetters,
To guard the mind’s walls.
Thought’s rosy fingers,
Fondle the mind’s hair,
Reason to despair,
With mind lingers.
The thought then lies,
In mind’s open arms,
Reason without charms,
Thus mournfully sighs.
Thus the battle won,
Thought tamed by words,
Winged lettered birds,
The poem is done!