Loyola And Pauline Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Loyola and Pauline

Start was from when
Was a boy of six-years
Maybe less, smaller
And younger …

Like subjects of Freud,
His science;
Had a way with women.


Even then, as a child
Knew well was aware:
"Steal looks, don't stare; "
So, looked at the breasts
All the way to the legs.

Studied what they have
And what is that they lack.

Once I was in Hammam;
(Old style public bath,)
With mother went along.

All women were naked
Except one small girl
(Possibly teenager)
With walnuts on her chest.

Shy, she was, and dressed
To hide her hazel nuts.

In a wet-white cloth
She looked like an angel.

Did she pay attention?
(To me, boy, and naked!)

Maybe not!
Curious? Sure, I was
On top of being devil!

This draft must differ
From what then happened!

No talk of my eyebrow
And floor with blood
And women raising voice:
"He is a man, take him out! "

Whatever…
Had my way with women.

My mother was master
In lectures, narrations…

She hated women but
Praised them at same time.

Women are very wise
And givers as are farms
With softness and Vegas
And trees that give life
To heroes, of all kinds
In science, peace, and war.

Straightened serpent
I moved on, travelled.

Had many of women
As friends and in bed
Till the life demanded:
"Time over; separate! "

We parted
Some with love
Some with hate…

Most of them have taught me
Of females, (lost gender ;)
And how they, have been the
Mill's stone; fixed under.

We follow fathers' way
As their sons, we are pain
Hurt them as boyfriends
And husbands, if happens.

Love shrine and temple
With woman in centre
Not Buda, Brahman.

I bow and fall on four
Kiss ground and seek for
The-Royal-Forgiveness.

Times and times, intended
To pick pen and nail them
In the books, on paper…

But they are too great
Mesmerised, I remain
Handicapped, unable
Keep mouth shut...

Simply admire…
Quiet and silent…

Digging in ancient books;
Among them Ferdowsi's,
In which the women are
Our sisters and fighters,
Our queens and mothers,
Defenders, teachers and trainers.

They comfort as nurses,
But if are lost in lust
They become dragons!

Have spent, will spend
Best, worst time around them.

Not only love, obey
That surely, injure them.

Two among the women
Are Pauline, Loyola…
Two Rebels; Devoted!

Each of them a mother
With many positions…

They follow same trail:
"Fight for right and righteous
And defend the oppressed."

Loyola rebellion with Guevara.

Pauline was the engine
To move "Red Caravan."

Looking back at them I
Am prey; no way out
But to say: "Bravo."

Though the rules and rulers
Though lying law makers
Set and wrote the bylaws
To give them evil face:
"Wrong, must be arrested, "
They were worthy angels
That led us to heaven
Of peace and forgiveness.

Prior was my host
Too humble, devoted
As if dust particle
Lost among the people.

The latter is recent
To me and my knowledge;
But the more learn of her
The more I adore her.

Must follow their manner
Must never bow my head
But must give my life for
Broken and shattered
By cruel governments.

Need to be anarchist!