APRIL, MONTH OF POETRYآوریل ماه شعر

آوریل, ماه شعر 

APRIL , MONTH OF POETRY

TO WRITE AND INSPIRE

1.ORIGINAL POEMS

2.POEMS IN TRANSLATION

3.NEW ORLEANZEE

APRIL, MONTH OF POETRY

APRIL, MONTH OF POETRY

فرامرز سلیمانی:شعر شهادت است و گواهی و آگاهی 

ابراهیم گلستان:شعر آگاهی است ...شعر یک حرف حق جوان است 

شعر یک کوشش رهایی از قید و بند روح است ,شعر یک تبلور آگاهی عمر است 

احمد شاملو :هنر شهادتی ست صادقانه 

نوری که فاجعه را ترجمه می کند 

تا آدمی حشمت موهومش را باز شناسد 

APRIL THE MONTH OF POETRY

آوریل, ماه شعر 

APRIL, NATIONAL MONTH OF POETRY

شعر , تصویرست به ایجاز 

Poetry is image in brevity

POEMS OF APRIL:THIS BOOK

این دفتر بسته می شود
:سرود های آوریل
 این دفتر بسته می شود
سرشار و ناب
تا لحظه های بی تابی و
می ماهی می گشاید
و نام ما همیشه به دفتری گشوده می ماند
I CLOSE THIS BOOK
TO REMAIN PURE AND ENRICHED
IN THE MOMENTS OF RESTLESSNESS
TILL MAY-MONTH
AND OUR NAME REMAINS IN AN EVER OPEN BOOK
30 April 11

POEMS OF APRIL:SANSKRIT POETRY

SANSKERIT POETRY,as part of classical Indian poetry with a heritage of   2500 years,like the language itself,is one of the roots of region's poetry and literature.Here you find one example of Sanskrit poetry,appearing in more similar form ,comparing to contemporary poetry lovers.
He leaves the nest
And flaps his wings
And stops,and struts
And bit by bit
He makes his way
To top of tree:
And
His neck up
His tail up
His foot up
His comb up
His cock lifts
His voice up
And
Crows.

POEMS OF APRIL:SHADOW MOMENTS TO COME

SHADOW MOMENTS TO COME
SHADOW MOMENTS COMING
SHADOW MOMENTS OF SHADOW MOMENTS

POEMS OF APRIL:MY LITTLE TEDDY BEAR

My little Teddy Bear
Hugging a little red Teddy Bear
With a living yellow heart
In her arms
Lying on the floor
Lonely
Together
*
You think the little sad Teddy Bear
lost her groom
after honey moon?!
4.29.11

POEMS OF APRIL:SEDA(farsi)

صدا

همیشه صدا

صدای همیشه صدا

و قعی نمی نهد به روزمره گی ها و کسالت 

وقت های دلتنگی 

۲۹ آوریل ۱۱   

POEMS OF APRIL:IN GREEN CANOPY(farsi)

به گاهواره ی سبز

سرو شبانه ام خشکید و خم شد

و کاج تاجورم افتاد

در یختوفان پیش از بهار

پس پنجره به آفتاب گشودم

تا آغوش اتاق

از باغ آزالیا  پر شود

و مرجان های ساکت

پیش از شکسته گی .

سایه ی صدا دارد هاله ی هوای پیش از دم پگاه

سایه ی صدا دارد هاله ی هوای پیش از دم پگاه

۲۸ آوریل ۱۱

POEMS OF APRIL: هجرانی م

چه فاصله بود

میان حلقه و موج

و گشت عاشق پروانه

در دشت های شعله  ؟

چه فاصله
 وقتی که باغبان حلقه  بر نسیم گشود

هنوز ساقه ی رویا بود 

که می بالید

و ظهر فاصله را 

به شب 

همیشه گشت می زد 

و رایحه ی باغ  

از تبار عسل و ماه ...

در قله ها  سلاله ی نجیب روز می شکفت 

و سایه ها بر سایه ها می سایید.

هنوز فاصله بود 

هنوز فاصله را می پیمود در هنوز رویایی 

.

مرا به واژه های کوچانی

تا کجای سرود و 

مهربانی

خواهی  برد؟ 

مرا به آب های 

اقلیم آفتابی 

در کلبه های شبنم و

حباب؟

حصار که می گویی 

ترنم آزادی در گلوی کوچک من 

آغاز می شود

و در تداوم بهار و علف 

نام عزیز تو

 با فرنام کهکشان
 در  ایوان بلند  جهان 

آواز می شود .

.

چه فاصله بود 

میان حلقه و 

موج

 تا گلوی هجرانی م ؟   

POEMS OF APRIL:FOOTRACE WITH THE FOG

When you wait
weighing your decisions
You're staring in silence
At the fog
Through the window
Or walking barefoot
Into fire.
Routines are routing out
Creative routes
Of your life.
Who dares
To give in
To firestorm?

POEMS OF APRIL:A TOUCH OF NOSTALGIA

Day after
Metaphor of day after
A cat sitting behind the window*
...
*w/Finlandia of Jean Sibelius
conducted by Leonard Bernstein

POEMS OF APRIL:MISSI MISSISSIPPI

پنجره می لرزد

در سایه ی توفان 

عصر بازگشت
WINDOW IS DANCING
IN SHADOW OF STORM
EVENING OF RETURN
4.26.11 

POEMS OF APRIL:GARLIC AND DR.PEPPER

Garlic and Dr Pepper
On a table with a cheezy oyster plate
a la French-Italian.
How did you see the man
Who was moving gigantic chess pieces
In his arms
While playing in the sun and shadows?
He is holding the book
In his hands
On the stage,
Reading the lines of a play
In the dark.
He returns
To find his love
Of the ages
In th dark.
Sitting on the beach
Lonely
His tears wiping out his mask
For his loneliness to indulge.
He is walking
To downtowns of a brutal world
Encircled by rogues
looking for concubines
to look after them.
He is squatting
With his crossed legs
His hands holding his weary knees
His sombrero down to his chest.
His chest pounding
And he is asking question without saying it
While falling sound asleep.
Passerbys do not understand him
He does not understand her.
No one stares at no one
Silence is to ensure their dreams do not break.
Garlic and Dr. Pepper
On living table.
Someone buring in kitchen
When sun playing with shadow
On the shoulders of  wave
In crowds of Cafe Europe
Or orient.
Arms and shoulders out of the sands
Taking visitors
Who stop to picture
 The seaman holding his love, tight
And a kid sobbing.
She looked at the scallop shells
While she was shelled and
Broke one day
Then the wind took her away
To the sea.
She overcame storms and fire
And returned angry
To fall in love.
Kids are sobbing
Holding seaman
Who returns from the sea
Or just about leaving the land.
Dr pepper is lonely
Lonley is garlic,
And cheezy oysters
With mussels
And clams
On a table
.On the day of wine and roses
4.25.11

POEMS OF APRIL:FARDA(tomorrow)

فردا  که ماه من

متن  آبی دریا را می نویسد

من در دره های می ماهی

توفان را می روبم

تا جای پای شن

بر صفحه های عاشق نسیم

حرف هزاره شود

۳۰ آوریل .....

POEMS OF APRIL:15 HARMONIZED HAIKU AND A PROSE POEM

images and blography by moj and venus

و ساکت ساکت تو در سکوت

آوازی تازه می شود

در فریاد

.

در ابر ها رفتیم

در جانب اطلسی و آزالیا

زمین و زمانه در ما پنهان شد

.

دو صندلی خالی

به انتظاری طولانی

کسی نمی داند آن جا چه اتفاقی افتاده ست

.

هزار ستاره بر خانه های شطرنجی شب

تنها یک ستاره

بامداد را می وزد

.

سوای پرده ی زنگاری شب 

ستا ره سحری 

در آغوش آفتاب  

*DAZZLING DEVICE:
A sea in flames
Does not forget a sea i flames
A bloody wave afterthoughts
.
Birthday cake so sad
Green cover in one side
Pieces of sweet sitting lonely
.
Two pieces of dark chocolate
In two pieces of dark chocolate
Challenging dark lips
.
A time of lavander and
Orange blossoms
A taste of memories
.
Peak is where
You pick yourself
To stay in flames
.
Zhivago on trail
A hidden scent of a journey
Splendor of purple
.
A long journey after a long journey
The earth is always watching
For her children
.
It is a style of life
Who one day arrives in the fog
To lighten morning sky
.
Hitting the wall
To reflect hitting the wall
Wave at heaven's mouth
.
Lichen on the rock
Rock like stoe flower
Hidden roots of shadow

*THOUGHTS BEFORE I JUMP:
I call words when there are words to call.I know they are around but hidden,unwilling to liberate.They know I am around but silent,unwilling to liberate.If they want to change ,and if thy are already changed before they change,I'm already changed before I change.But at the end of the day,they are words and I love them forever,whilst in hidden realm or silence,but in existence,as I wish to be with them,if I'm outside or in,in unison.
I embrace words, who are rebels,rebels in me before logic arrives when logic arrives we are old revolutionaries,surrended to routines of daily life.Real rebels have no routines.It gets your skin cold and clammy.
I hear words calling me.in silence.
---EARTH DAY WEEKEND

POEMS OF APRIL:DELICIOUS ALL DAY

Delicious all day
When dusk is playing dawn
And denies the peeking night.
Delicious as the thread of the time
in a mystic magic.

POEMS OF APRIL:WHEN I RETURNED

وقتی که باز گشتم این را برای تو نوشتم

این را برای تو نوشته بودم پتش از رفتن به راه

 در تمامی رویاهام

این را برای تو نوشته بودم

وقتی تنها در خرابه ها و توفان گشت می زدی

و می گریستی

این را برای تو نوشتم

وقتی از سفر دور و دراز باز گشتی

وقتی که سلطان راه بودی

و باغ چشم اندازش را

به شکل گام های تو  نقش می زد

با ریشه های هوایی

و اردک ها

و خیابان های

خالی .

در لحظه های ژرف

برای با تو بودن 

برای با تو یکی شدن 

این را برای تو نوشتم  

POEMS OF APRIL:WE THOUGHT SILENCE

ما خاموشی را اندیشیدیم  با صدفی در نقاب  در نقاب صدف
 وقت محاصره ی گل و سرخس
  و رهرو راه را در گذار سالیان اندیشیده بود  

We thought silence
When we said it all
In that very first moment
As the long years passed.
And in silence
We blossomed.
Awakening of tree
With flower.
The long road of mystery
To awakening of tree
With flower.
And wayfarer
Holding tight on a white rose
In his hand.
We thought silence
With a masked shell
Masking in a shell
Encircled by ferns and flowers.
4.20
TAURUS

POEMS OF APRIL:A LONG SHADOW

A long shadow into the night
Arising in a long shadow
Awakening of morning star
4.19.11