ANGHADAR

آنقدر نشستم تا تو پرواز کنی 

و تا وقت پرواز 

با تو 

پرواز کنم 

O BABY!

۳۰ جون 

وقت پرواز 

BLANK ON THE AIR

F S # 1400
BLANK ON THE AIR
LIKE BLANK
ON THE
AIR
TORN THROUGH
BLANK ON THE AIR
NO POINT
TO PAINT
IN FLIGHT
BUT THE WINDY WINDOW
UNDER HIDDEN WINGS.
O BABY!

# 80: I M U

DARN RIGHT
I
MISS
U
AS MUCH AS
 U
MISS
ME
AND IT IS A GAME OF
I M U M I
PEYDA KONID PORTEGHAL FORUSH RA
AS YOU WILL
YOU ARE DARN RIGHT
ON THE AIR
OR GROUNDED WITH ME

RUMIESQUE:WOW!WOW!

XTERRA WITH PABLO PICASSO:
Whatever they said
in the past decade or two
I said it in a moment
with one word
At the time of atlassi:
WOW!
And I kept saying it repeatedly
and repeatedly
More of a guessing game with you
What you gain in guessing
More on ego
in
e
go
And when it comes
To an ending
It comes to an ending,
Sudden as it starts
And abrupt
As abrupt
O BABY!
O BABY BABY!

&*

.....

TO THE MOMENT OF OUR FLIGHT

TO THE SPIRIT OF FLIGHT
I AM SITTING HERE WITH YOU
TILL WE BE
A BIRD
A BIRD TO BE ROCKED
BY A BIRD
IN FLAME
AND THE MIST OF LAVENDER
AND THE WIND
TO
THE
END...
O BABY!

RUMIESQUE: WOW!

my words are my poems my poems my words 

and they're all you

O far far faraway one!

I wrote and recited
so many poems for you
every day.
I embraced you
with words
every night.
But there is only one poem
in one syllable word
as the best ever for you:
WOW!
...And Rumi says:
Although you broke
away from the flesh
You remained to be with us
in secrecy
You seemed to be out of sight
But you settled in the nest of the heart
...
O heart! You fell into the arms of that moon
What do you want
of this utterance?
O fish!
The hated hook is not your friend[or whoever]
GO DEEP
GO DEEP!

from DIVAN SHAMS 2584

 images and blography by : moj

LOVE CALENDAR OF OCTAVIA # 75: O FARAWAY ONE!

img : moj

O FARAWAY ONE!
O faraway one!
In green color of summer
O the tour of time
Bring me the wing
As you are free
When you fly in the time
With no return.
We are free.
Let us have jasmine tea
Now together.
O Faraway One!
Let us swim in lavender
To paint the wall of our house
With that existing image
Of willow tree and the river
All we need is the power of paint and
A door
And the windows
Then the wind
To blow them open
To embrace us with our wings.
We are more than open
We are beyond free.
The night falls on the road soon
In the tower of time
Our trip together is a tale
And all the tales are true.
O FAR
FARAWAY ME
IN FARAWAY YOU
O FARAWAY ONE!

JUNE 30 AFTER HIGH NOON
for CHAVOOSH

THE HOUSE IS CALLING HER OWN VOICEخانه اوایش رافرامی خواند

ZK:

COLOR IS MY PASSION,POWER AND LOVE

فرامرز سلیمانی با نقاشی زهره خالقی 

خانه آوایش را فرا می خواند :

خانه تنها رنگی و درنگی ست 

خانه خالی  بام خالی  راه خالی رود خالی  قایق خالی 

و دیوار دریچه را می نگرد 

که قصد سرکشی دارد 

اما خانه خالی ست 

بام خالی

ر اه خالی

رود خالی 

قایق خالی  

و خانه تنها رنگی و درنگی ست .

وقتی در راهم 

راه دنیایی

 دور از دنیاست

*THE HOUSE IS CALLING HER OWN VOICE

The house is only a paint and  a moment 

 The house empty  roof empty  road empty
river empty  boat empty

And the wall is gazing at the window

Who is raising to rebel

But the house is empty

Roof empty 

Road empty

River empty
Boat empty
And the house is only  

A paint and a moment. 

When I am on the road

The world

Is a world

Faraway

from:LOVE CALENDAR OF OCTAVIA

FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI 'S POEMS

PAINTING BY:ZOHREH KHALEGHI

JUNE 2011  

REVERIE OF RIVERWIND

O RIVERWIND
Of flames and storm
Of the roads of lavender
Take me to island nest
in far sea
Tell me tales of 100 days
and 1001 nights.
O RIVERWIND
ON DELTA OF FAR SEA

JUNE 29
BAMDADI

LADY LAVENDER

I'm writing the lady
who's writing herself
ardent with lavender.
I sit in the attic
watching the road
writing the lady
who's writing herself
ardent with lavender
to change the world
by seeking the world
around and faraway.
Lady lavender
Twain in unity eternally
Unique mirroring herself
Without a mirror
Abounding in one
Destined to the absolute constellation
In lavender.

28 june

O BABY!

SPRINKLE  SPRINKLE
LOVERS ON THE ROAD
IN FLAMES
AND THE CLOUDY ROAD GOING
SPRINKLE  SPRINKLE

6.27

#70:SILVER GAZEBO

jazz musicians ,by: zohreh khaleghi

پهلوی ماه دریده بود

و پوست کشیده ی شب 

بر گلوی پگاهی ی پرنده می نشست  

از خیابان های شب که می گذشتم  

پهلوی ماه

 دریده بود

آنقدر بر خم راه خیره ماندم

که راه بر من

خیره مند

کسی که منتظر آمدن تو مانده بود

هنوز منتظر آمدن تو مانده بود

در پهلوی خونین ماه

و جازی خونین که آتش گرفت در آتشدان 

۲۶ جون  

BLACK SWAN FEATHERS

#69
It is a masquerade
if you wear it
or unwear
lest you are it.
Black swan
smelled promising
with a mask
you shed it
in feathers
till all naked.
And you are it
Forever.

6.25.11
The First 100 Days

REVERIE OF LILY

HUMMINGBIRD
AT DAWN'S EARS
MORNING OF VOLUPTUOUS LILY

26 JUNE

THE MORNING AFTER

img: moj

و بامداد پس از روشنای پگاه 

که ما چشم گشودیم

  خالی بودیم 

اما دل دریایی مان

در بامدادان خالی ی دیگر 

۲۵ جون

EXTENDED ENGLISH VERSION TO COME
:
And the morning after with a shade of light
At dawn
We opened our eyes
And felt empty
With the other empty mornings.
Veranda is there
Under the sun
And misty mints
Green in the white and red flower pots
But days are gone
With nights
And in the morning after
We think
When does the time come
for our togetherness?
And  our hearts
The silver sea
In the other mornings...
Ciao Baby!
O baby ! 

25 june

YOUR VOICE

blography by: moj

آوای تو وقت های مرا روشن می کند 

و آوای روشن تو 

و وقت  های روشن من

 پس از ساعت ۳ به وقت اطلسی  

3 TO THE TIME OF ATLASI

img: moj

۳ به وقت اطلسی:

در ساعت ۳ به وقت اطلسی

کالسکه یی سپیدد آوردند

با رز های سپید

و در راه پراکندند

پرنده یی از روی شاخه پرید

پرنده یی بر روی شاخه ماند

و چرخ ها 

و پره ها 

به چرخش و پرواز آمدند .

در ساعت ۳ به وقت اطلسی 

صدای سوت قطار آمد 

و ایستگاه خالی 

خالی شد 

تا دره های تماشا 

تا دره های خالی .

کسی که می رفت   دمی ایستاد  و 

از پله های تماشا سرک کشید 

کسی که در راه می رفت دلش تپید 

اینک لحظه ی باور بود و تردید 

و امید 

و دیداری دیگر 

در کالسکه یی سپید 

با رز های سپید .

در ساعت ۳ به وقت اطلسی 

آفتاب پشت دیواری بلند پنهان شد 

و سایه ها 

و سایه های بی صدا و آوا 

زیرا سکوت همسان گفت و گوهای ما ست  

در ساعت ۳ به وقت اطلسی...

   ۲۳  jun

TREE HOUSE

I HAVEN'T BEEN IN MY TREE HOUSE
ON A TREK
NOW I'M WAITING FOR HER
WHO IS WAITING FOR ME
O BABY!

REVERIE OF FREE

قو قصد برکه دارد

پرنده روی نرده یی بلند می نشیند و آنان را می نگرد

و برکه به قصد پریدن

بامدادی ۲۴ جون