Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 72,976 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Bathurst - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


Friday eating out
Pain's much so is time to relax.

Patio on corner
Except one, all women
Celebrate with coffee and bagel.

"Can I join? "
I sing in for birthday
"What's her name? " is question.

Promised Paradise
Streams, tree leave's music
And women, all women; and women

Young and old
Barrel-Fat, thin and tall
Jaw dropping cleavage; Heavenliness

Some peacock
Excellent, face and up
And the feet, veins running as if roots

Chests, bagpipe
Camel-knee and ugly
With dress sticking, showing curves

Bagel world
That's world to amuse
Eat little, pay too much, then big tip

Topic(s) of this poem: heaven

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 4, 2014

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