MAPPING SOLEILAND:VIRGINIA IS FOR LOVERS

طاق نصرت می بندد سنگ 

بر درخت طاق نصرت می بندد 

ویرجینیای عاشقان 

Stone sitting on stone arch

Laying tree on stone arch 

Virginia is for lovers

from Faramarz Soleimani's Mapping Soleiland

NIUSHA IN FIRE

*آتش ز د بر آتش 

پو ست با شرار و خاکستر سو خت 

نیوشا در آتش 

FIRED IN FIRE

BURNT SKIN WITH FLAMES AND ASHES

NIUSHA IN FIRE

۲۰ سپتامبر 

LOST IN LOST SPRINGS

I wanna go to Lost Springs,Wyoming
I wanna be lost springs
In wyoming
I wanna be # 1
"I waana be contender"
"I wanna be somebody"
I wanna switch channels on my 3D Big Screen
I wanna jump from Sitcom to dish to cables
I wanna walk around and wistle all allone
I wanna sing along
I wanna be We Are The children
I wanna be We Are The World
I wanna blow my horn when Moon comes out
I wanna race with my shadow
I wanna beat the wind
I wanna be my mayor
I wanna be my servant
I wanna be my slave
I wanna go on revolt
I wanna be a rebel
I wanna pay taxes to myself
I wanna be my own IRS
I wanna change the price of gas in my gas station
I wanna be my own statement
I wanna be my credit cards
I wanna be my juxtaposition
I wanna be my paradigm
I wanna be my newspaper
I wanna be my editor in chief or at large...Whatever!
I wanna have my Garage Sale
I wanna be my limousine
I wanna be my U Haul
I wanna drag nobody to nowhere
I waana be lost in Lost Springs
I wanna be population 1
I wanna be elevation 4996
I wanna be lost springs
In Wyoming.

MARA HAVAS HAVASU

مرا هوس هوسو  سخت در سر گرفته است

مرا هوس پرده های سرخ خیابان خوش

مرا هوس درس و دانشگاه و مدرسه و مکتب و باغ

و میز های خالی شطرنج

و تعطیلی بهار

و چیدن بهار نارنج

و گشت گرد جزیره ی آفتابی

در روز های لخت

مرا هوس سنگ و سینه و سر

و ساری

و کالباس هامبارسون

و ایوان آفتابی پیتزا

که راه

وقتی از ما می گذارد

یادمان آفتابی سرخابی

جای غروب می افتد

وقتی که راه

از ما

به راه

می گذرد

مرا سخت هوس هو سو  

و چشمه ی الیواک و غلقله سر

و رود تجن و بندر فرح اباد

مرا تو را

سخت در سر

هوس هوسو گرفته است

مرا هوس هوسو سخت در سر گرفته است

مرا هوس هوسو سخت در سر گرفته است

MARDI GRAS A LA PICASSO

VOILA
MARDI GRAS
A LA PICASSO
DANS LA MAISON DES REVES

FAT TUESDAY COMING SOON!

DANDELION AND BOB MARLEY

Catching the wind in
Catching the earth
Wind is taking her mrssage
To earth
Who is sending
Her message
To wind
Where water set on fire
Where water
Set on fire.
It is the lovely world of dandelion
and Bob Marley

Bob Marley,The Reggae Singer,born 6 February 1945, in St.Ann,Jamaica,and dead in Miami,1981

EGYPTOPIA: JADES ON THE JOY

VIII
JADES ON THE JOY
JADES UNDER ATTACK
EGYPTIANS ENJOY

EGYPTOPIA VII- IT TAKES TOLL OF CHAOS IN THE CANAL STATE

 It takes toll of chaos in "The Canal State"
Then I thought with your sense of humor
You like their  Persian Paradise.
If Cambyses and Drius
Were Here
Suez Canal
Would not be in the hands of tyranny
and
Chaos.
And their law
Still exists dear
For flowers and trees.
And The Blue Nile
Ends up to a bouquet of revolt.
So Nagib Mahfuz
Tha great lover of Tahrir
will not say:
"An Arabian Night Narrative Art
That applies
To all
Mankind"
Or will he?!
It all takes toll of
"Canal State"
Not stable
But in chaos

Two Daris inscriptions in Suez Canal to proclaim Egypt Satrapy,a heritage of Kambiz conquest of Nile Valley,Circa 500,B.C. but not 600 B.C,for sure,as it has been recorded by some sites,because Hakhamaneshids reigned between 550 to 331 B.C. in Persian Empire/IRAN-e BOZORG
A sculpture of Darius,unearthed 1972,in Shush/Susa reveals inscriptions in Cuneiform,the old Persian alphabet, and hyeroglyphic,the old Egyptian alphabet, a bilingual sign of recognition of Egypt in
Persian Empire.

BLOOD AND FIRE IN TAHRIR SQUARE

a bouquet of blue nile at delta
V
Blood in Tahrir Square
To write with blood
And Blue Nile
On a bouquet of revolt
In the farest delta

cairo's tahrir square

VI
Blood in big boom
With blood
To write on fire
In Tahrir Square

EGYPTOPIA: PHARAOHLAND

II
Far far Pharaoh
In the land of pharaoh
Tahrir,benevis,write,ecrivez,scribe!
III
FARAWHERE
Soulful wave in Pharoaohland
Waveborn a sea
IV
Fire fire
In pharoaohland
How come dictators never read their history books?

EGYPTOPIA

I
WAVES CLIMBING THE OLD PYRAMIDS
SPARROWS SOARING TO SOJOURN
HARMONY IN BLACK AND RAINBOW
AT NILE RIVER
DELTA IN SEDITION

I WANNA BE INVICTUS LIKE NELSON MANDELA

I WANNA BE INVICTUS LIKE NELSON MANDELA
I wanna be civilized like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be lover like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be sober like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be speaker like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be opposition like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be protester like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be patriot like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be politician like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be patient like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be prisoner like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be president like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be visionary like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be inspirational like Nelson Mandella
I wanna be young like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be sport fan like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be South African like Nelson Mandela
I wanna be black like Nelson Mandela
FARAMAZ SOLEIMANI
1.31.2011

EMPTY ROUND TABLE

hands empty,by maia,10

We are sitting around this empty table

with our backs towards each other

and our hands empty,

saying nothing.

Why they are staring at us

for so long?

EVENING AT THE BUTTERFLY GARDEN OF TORONTO

I want you simple
As simple as when I say these words
And I don't know if I open wings to your silence
Or to have the orchard on my shoulder
And taking it along
To where I do not know
And simple like a letter I write on fridays
Or the old notebook
That I leave a souvenir pen between pages
To remind me,when I open it
To say
I want you simple.

It rains scales like the wedding night
While writing on fogs of the lake
That I am winging with,
Simple like a butterfly
And my writing
From left to right
Or right to left
And legible
Or illegible and sometimes mixed and crooked
Or broken and sols.
I said sols ,like a semester, I was thinking of our school tests when time was running out
and bells ringing and while Torab closed the doors,sharifi still waiting with a twig,and imagine the warm weather of summer and overwhelming readings and no sleep then we stand at the doors half open, in hesitations with our snickers on and I don't know if I was a complicated image of my poems or fluttering in flames to simply say I love you.
See More : www.rendaan.blogspot.com/march 2010/faramarz soleimani
Asr Dar Bagh-e Parvaneh haye Toronto

I SIT IN THE SORROW

                                                          By Zohreh Khaleghi
I sit in the sorrow
On a cold iron chair
With a vine scrawling on it
From the sign of the sun

When the sun pours on my head
I give the chair away to that vine
And the shadow
Becomes my refuge.
TEHRAN 1369
Tr;by poet

I WANNA SEE MY GRANDMA T.REX

mighty t.rex,our grandma

faramarzsoleimani.blogspot.com

MODIFIED : O3312009 EVENING
1
*I WANNA SEE MY GRANDMA T.REX
~A MONSIEUR LE PROFESSEUR LE DOCTEUR HOSSEIN SHARANG,
DE MONTREAL,QUEBEC,LE POETE DU LIVRE SAUVAGE
ET PRESIDENT DE SHARANGUESTAN.
~TO HOSSEIN SHARANG WHO GRACIOUSLY GAVE AWAY ALL HIS WILD POEMS,
BEFORE LEAVING THIS DREADFUL ZOO.--F.S.
*
I WANNA SEE MY GRANDMA T.REX
ALL I HEARD IS
SHE DIED WHEN MOM WAS SIX
MY MOM SAID
SHE GREW UP WITH HER STEPMOTHER
WHO WAS AN ANGEL
WITH HALO
AROUND HER HEAD.
I WANNA SEE
A BEAUTIFUL ANGEL
IN THIS SAVAGE WORLD.
SOMETIMES I GET BRUTAL TOO
WITH BUTTERFLIES AND DRAGONFLIES
OR FIREFLIES.
THEN I THINK OF YOUR GRANDMA T.REX
AND REMEMBER
YOU WANNA SEE YOUR GRANDMA TOO
AND YOUR GRANDMA IS AN ANGEL
WITH HALO
AROUND HER HEAD
WHY WE ARE SO BRUTAL AND SAVAGE THEN?
IS THIS A BIG DREADFUL ZOO OR WHAT?
2
HE'S MARCHING
AND CHANTING.
HE'S CHANTING
AND HOPING
TO BE
(OR NOT TO BE)
A SUPERPOWER
IN WILDERNESS.
HE ALREADY IS WILDERNESS.
POOR LITTLE TEFLAKI.
HEIVUNI
HOSSEIN SHARANG.

"A LOVE LETTER FOR PHILY"

WHEN THE SUN IS CATCHING ON
SILENCE ON THE SUN...
WITH OPEN EYES
I SUNRISE YOUR EYES
WITH SUNRISE OF YOUR EYES...
IF YOU
OPEN YOUR EYES
I SEE THE SUNRISE.
OPEN YOUR EYES
TO OPEN SUNRISE.
DREAM IS IMPOSSIBLE

DREAM.DO NOT OPEN YOUR EYES
AND WITH OPEN EYES
I OPEN YOUR EYES.
NOW
I
OPEN
MY
EYES
WITH YOUR EYES OPEN

TO DREAM TOGETHER.
--fs
in a postcard from philly

IMPRESSIONISM INTIMATE

I
A LIITLE BODY OF MAN
ON BRONZE STATUE
MIST OF EVENING
II
CIRCLING AROUND STATUE
WHO'S CIRCLING AROUND US
MIST OF EVENING
III
CASTLE OF THE PORT
ON BRONZE STATUE
MIST OF EVENING
IV
BRONZE WAVE
WITH SAD LIGHTHOUSE
MIST OF EVENING
V
NIMA'S BIRD OF STATUE
ON THE WALL
MIST OF EVENING

..DO YOU KNOW
WHAT THE MIST OF
EVENING IS
ON A BRONZE KISS
IN THE PERPETUAL SUNDAY ?
M.Y.
02282010

EVENING AT THE BUTTERFLY GARDEN OF TORONTO

original in farsi.tr.by poet.
see :rendaan.com,mar2010/asr dar bagh parvanehaye toronto

CHILE IN CATASTROPHE AGAIN

pablo neruda's maremoto,seaquake

faramarzsoleimani.com


TSUNAMI IS FRIGHTENING THE WORLD
FROM HAWAII TO JAPAN
NEW ZEALAND,AUSTRALIA AND ECUADOR.
AFTER GENERALS AND DICTATORS,
CHILE COLLAPSES AGAIN
IN CATASTROPHE.
HOUSES AND HIGHWAYS CRY.
PABLO NERUDA,
THE LOVER POET
IS SHAKING IN HIS ASHES

*"SER Y NO SER AQUI SE AMALGAMARON
EN RADIANTES Y HAMBRIENTAS ESTRUCTURAS:
ARDE LA VIDA Y SALE
A PASEAR UN RELAMPAGO LA MUERTE.
Y SOLO SOY TESTIGO
DE LA ELECTRICIDAD Y LA HERMOSURA
QUE LLENAN EL SOSIEGO DEVORANTE'/
HERE BEING AND NOT BEING WERE COMBINED
IN RADIANT AND HUNGRY STRUCTURES:LIFE BURNS AND DEATH PASSES
LIKE A FLASH OF LIGHTNING.
I AM THE ONLY WITNESS
TO THE ELECTRICITY AND THE SPLENDOR
THAT FILLS DEVOURING CALMNESS
-----
*PABLO NERUDA:SEAQUAKE,1968