Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Sad;
The farm is
Run over by water
Sad;
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Peg-leg Frida

Frida don't sleep; Sun's landed on my lap; mountains soared to sky, dry's my mouth
Unpaved Riverbed, gravel road for mammoth, it is bird; dinosaur is a king; is strange
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Humid and hot is this day of the July
Scattered and few are sitting as we do
Every day in this hall, except for those three,
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Orphans

I recall how it was:
"Daddy can"
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Change

The Soldier
Kurdish who, fights ISIS
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He is dead; let's forget what happened
Let's stick to why, how
Let us dig in ourselves
Let us see what is wrong
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I am who I am

The future
Knows not
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Arrange the words,
We have some talking to do.
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Mother

My mind
Her lips
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Hooligan’s poem

Dies a nymphet
In her name grows a tulip
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