Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Mustard seed

In market once again
I search for right judgment
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Fulfilment

For news I know, heard
I must rush, celebrate
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Loving you

To me you,
Are the dawn and the dusk
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War Veteran

I see him, skinny, boney faced
Sunken Eyes visible thanks to brows
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Slap me

Slap me, bring ice
Return me to this world, wake me up
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Lakeshore

Some clouds
Drizzles on and off
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Pineapple

I skinned pineapple
Yes, skinned, did not peel
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I stopped

Long ago read or heard
A poem; Soviet
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Stacie

Her approach was teasing
Short white shirt…and nothing
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Unwanted guests

Cockroaches are smart
They know I live alone
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