Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Orphans

I recall how it was:
"Daddy can"
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Beautiful nymph

Comb in hand and scissors gets a bend.
Cold and dark, roadside lines of power
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Change

The Soldier
Kurdish who, fights ISIS
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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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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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Sad;
The farm is
Run over by water
Sad;
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For whom did the Bells Toll?


How familiar it sounds
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Let's have fun

On the sands of beach lay the seashells
Soft fingers back and forth; make castles
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Till I die

"He had two tumors."
Sister said of father.
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Pride

Can-man was, little late
Passes by; he walks tall
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