Two absolutely beautiful Poems by:
Sheema Kalbasi
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Pink
Apple Blooms
Wouldn't it be a shame
if we died
not knowing
who discovered our homeland!
not knowing the next cross over
blue waves of the Caspian Sea
not knowing ever again
feeling the touch
the white sands
Wouldn't it be a shame?
Wouldn't it be a shame
if all that survived
were what stars sounded
when falling in the dark deep land?
Symbols crack, smash, ding, dang, dang!
Wouldn't it be a shame
not knowing when
the moon would come back?
Wouldn't it be a shame
if our palms didn't grow again!
Waiting...
Snowballs' seduction in Tehran
not be seen by my children
avenues not walked in
Autumn leaves left alone
Wouldn't it be a shame?
Wouldn't it be a shame
if another newspaper
was never published
never a happy look in the eyes of free-thinkers
Wouldn't it be a shame
If the millennium's dawn
had its left eye open
peeled blood, day and night, night and every day
Spring arrives, one Less year
not to be back, where I were born
Never again want I to see
the sad, gray springs of back home, black dark years.
Sing a happy song, mama says day and night, night and every day
Daddy wishes...
Blocked wishes, blocked dreams
My children born in a land far off away.
Wouldn't it be a shame?
Pink apple blooms, never bloom again?
Wouldn't it be a shame?
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God
speaks Hebrew
Before the crystal sea,
I stand with my imprisoned heart,
My nights of empty stories
I cannot find
Dreamy swans of my desire
My appearance of lingering kisses
I want to hear,
Bass murmurs of manly voices,
No more
To think of God?
His colors,
Crystal-green-blue,
Can he be red, green-white, and true?
As I think it over,
Shiny pink waves,
In the valley of God
Walks me through
He is tall and fair
With lots of hair
God is my goodnight kisses,
At the age of 4,
My first designer dresses
The address of a homeless guy,
Or a tiny little beggar's silver coin
He is the dream of a 14-year-old girl,
Sitting across the table,
Discussing in the Technical words,
Countries of the 3rd world
Dreams of being able,
To change the whole wild, wide, world
God is my father,
With his big brown lovely eyes,
The strict laws of my mother,
To grow up good, nice and humble!
Demanding school grades with only straight A's!
God swims like a rolling fish,
Diverse of dolphins,
Yesterday,
He sneezed within me,
God and his kissable mouth,
Smiling with a wide-open heart!
God never cheats,
Never rapes,
Never hates
Sings in Hindi,
Persian and Russian,
Latin, Swahili and Sindi!
Can be understood in Semitic languages,Arabic and Hebrew!
God walks in kimonos,
Sophisticated and elegant
Smells like iris and talks like English
He is a little Chinese village-man,
Rejecting the ism
He reborn the angels,
As they sing the symphony of cotton fields,
A freedom's journey,
An escape from unformed yellow seeds
Crystal hands, crystal stars,
Crystal green gardens,
And my crystal laughter,
Essentializes the whole poem of life