In The Name of Allah
Tent
ENGLISH POEMS AND FREE VERSES
By
Mohammad Hossein Sadeghi
Hodhod publication
summer 2020 –1399
Book name : Tent
ENGLISH POEMS AND FREE VERSES
Poet and writer : Mohammad Hossein Sadeghi
First Edition : Summer 2020 -1399
by Hodhod Publication
00989 176 112253
Cover designer : Alireza Zare
ISBN : 978-964-2508-15-0
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www.zarghan.blog.ir
Price : 14 Salavat
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Contents
ZenUS
Episode 1
Episode 2
Episode 3
Episode 4
Episode 5
Episode 6
The faith tree
To Revive
As usual
Utopia
Freedom
Beautify
Signs
Evergreen Arms
Honey-moon
The millennium of phoenix
The Lost Futures
Charisma
The universal day of peace
WINGED CAGES
Candles and Butterflies
DOCTRINE OF GLOBAL FAMILY
At the Beach of Eternity
Defense
FLAGS
An Elegy for Flight 655
The Bull’s Eye
VALENTINE’S DAY GIFT
Satan’s bed fellows
Canonical LOVE
Renascent firefly
The root of peace
Missing Link
Peace thunders
Avant-garde Scarecrows
Bloodless Victory
Satanic Scenarios
Universal Peace Camp
Invitation
Money- worshippers
Seeds and Fruits
Vote or veto?!
Arbaeen Referendum
Heroes never die
The new generation of kids
Discovering
Tent
The pearl
New Slaves
Orchard of prophets
Mirror
Heal
Spies
Devotee
Couplets ( as Farsi Dobeyti )
ART
frames of love
oath
paradox
arrival
Pilgrim
rainfall
lantern
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ZenUS
My newly born goddess[1] of union!
Episode 1
We were living in the God's mind
He remembered us and we were fashioned.
God pronounced us
and we came into being
in the figure of antonym words
so we are the earthly translations of supernal synonym words.
Though we were born in two separate beings,
We were created as one thing,
One heavenly soul in two earthly bodies.
Episode 2
In our Kindergarten of Instincts
The other demigods
were playing unconsciously and cheerfully
While we were arrogantly dividing
the existence during a long destructive war
into two mental separate Worlds:
Hell and heaven
War and peace
Hate and love
richness and poverty
West and East
South and North
I and she
mine and hers….
All of the heroic parts for me, Zeus,
And the entire charming part for my playmate, Venus.
A half part of me was she
and a half part of she was I.
The world was a simple sample of our toy room,
And we were always at "zero hour" and lapse of time didn't awake
us.
Episode 3
After puberty we awaked
Because we were silently attacked by a common appetizing
assailant
and were drunk by "nectar" of forbidden fruit
and discovered the hidden hemispheres of our needs
and were exiled to anxiety desert of youth
We, both, were captured by love's elegant fingers.
So, the real battle was launched between us
to capture the other half part of our rival's world.
When she provocatively knitted her tall hairs
my pacific ocean of patience became stormy
and when I frowned, her Equator of desires became frozen.
She always venerated her beauties with a deep holy respect
and I always boasted of being powerful.
She wanted to convert all of my particles to her Lovers
and I tried to make all of her cells of beauty to my admirers.
We were so selfishly interested in "ourselves" that we missed and
forgot our "selves".
The final war was going on
and the Third World of our innate needs was reaching to
maturity zone
and the other demigods were awaking one after the other,
unexpectedly.
We happened in the mind of death
and lost each other's godly "selves"
in an annihilated clarity.
So at our mental palace of Olympus
we were nightly attacked by other wakeful desires and instincts
and we ought to flee and fly to skies of wisdom.
Episode 4
The skies of wisdom were so crowded
and we were somewhat unknown for their residents.
In spite of being stranger,
we wanted to rule over their territory and the cosmos
but we were tired and wanted to rest to save our rest of powers
for the tomorrow "battle of stars".
We were separately living in each other
But false pride didn't let us to be united
as we were in our childhood gnosis.
None of us could live lonely;
We needed each other
Not for peace but for silly wars and crisis
to be alive and prove our dignity beastly.
But in the skies of wisdom we had to be united and take place in
one territory.
Episode 5
For resting we found an empty snail-shell
on the crowded pavement of Milky Way
but we were such Great heavenly beings! That
we couldn't "take place" in that cozy furnished territory
since, that "Space" had been made only for one god!
And we were two gods!
so a half part of us left and remained behind the door
we came out and began to search for a two-spaced Empyrean.
Meanwhile, we heard a loud voice in that breezy nice night
the God was smiling and the angels were laughing at us and
saying:
You must stop your useless wars
And give up yourself to your mate.
Your hearts are my Capital of existence
and all the creatures have only one ruler.
So, we were burnt in our flames of shame
and disgracefully crept into the same snail-shell.
The whole God's empyrean were inside
And it was as large as all created things.
and the voice was continuously repeated:
I am everything but nothing is I.
Miss yourselves to find me and your "selves".
Because I am your "selves" and you are my "self"
You have been unique being at the first
and must be united again
so leave "yourselves" outside and come in with only your "selves".
Who was speaking?
- Every cell of us and existence:
If you want to reach to unity
your remaining parts must be tied to your partner's.
We didn't understand
and the greatest angle thoughtfully enlightened us
and explained the paradigm of unity:
Venus must leave her "VEN" part
and Zeus must leave his "US"
the remaining parts are ZE and NUS
And Zenus is your newly reborn demigod
with two different natures: ZEN[2] and US
that should be coupled again.
ZEN needs US
and US needs ZEN
and the combination is ZENUS
which is the united states of antonyms.
And also your missing Utopia.
You both must stop your habit of self-praising
And only praise and worship your Lord.
We whispered voicelessly: but we are demigods…
He interrupted our "thoughts" and replayed:
Everything is a demigod
and God created them in pairs
but human is superior than the others.
"human is a small sample of world
And world is a great sample of human[3] ".
Each single only can be completed by its "missing part" and your
"selves" is your missing part of yourselves.
Episode 6
In the light of delightful youth fruits
we reached to singleness and global unity
and returned to our everlasting roots of being
by drinking the AMBROSIA of wisdom
and every cell of existence celebrated our victory
And all the angles said:
Everyone's chest is the battlefield of these two superpowers
if you want calmness you must make peace between them
Everyone's chest should be the nuptial nest of this bride and
groom.
Now we are such little nothings! That
may peacefully occur in an infinite eternity
even at a timeless part of Silky Way
in an empty snail-shell.
Now, we are Zenus
The united states of antonym desires
The goddess of unity.
The faith tree
The branches of a tree
never fight against each other.
But we, users of its shade and fruits,
dogmatically, break the branches
to make helves and arrows and bludgeons
for killing each other and cutting roots of the tree.
We even make cross to crucify Messiah.
Oh, what did we do
with the faith tree and religions?
June-2005
To Revive
A flower can return us to paradise
and connects us to an endless life.
A flower can create us anew
and refresh our joyful missing memories.
And no differ whether it's a wild flower or a hot-house one
Only a flower??
Alas, what did we do??
We wrongdoer creatures destroyed and burnt
One hundred and twenty four thousands
garden of real flowers
And consequently, we, loathsome nasty sinners
were sentenced to wash our faces
in a cesspool of cruelty each morning
and breathe the putrefied air of discrimination till evening,
and go to bed with nightmares and devilish dreams.
Such a filthy place is our reward
and the next hell is worse than this, if
there weren't any flower to return us to lovesickness.
Oh, my hidden flower
You are the heir of all prophets
andall of the windows are waiting
for you and your reviving fragrance.
June /2005
As usual
A harsh gray flood was coming toward us.
How was it started?
Who was guilty?
Which royal boat would be capsized?
Who would win that blood-wave-riding?
We didn't know.
There was no time for thinking,
but as usual we only ought to be dammed against it.
The harsh gray-red-flood
was passing through our ever-ruined village,
and our ashes were dancing
in the memories of war-brides.
For centuries we have played the same act.
And now we, the forgotten victims,
are waiting for the next War.
Who can save our lives
Except love and peace?
2005-05-30
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Utopia
Peace is not a soup of DOVE cooked in OLIVE oil,
For serving at the geopolitical conferences.
It's the chlorophyll of spiritual flights.
Peace is not a symbol and a word
It's a sharp shiny signal of bare right-seeking swords.
Peace is not a lowly surrender position
But a powerful forgiveness exposition.
Peace does not occur in an oppressor mind
Nor in an oppressed heart.
Peace is not an emotive remark
It's the essence of all desirable beauties.
Peace is not the antonym of war
It's the synonym of all virtues,
a combination of love and liberty
plus justice and security,
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and lack of each is the sign of war condition.
The cold wars are more burning than the hot ones
a hot war may pick only flowers
but poverty and discrimination burn the garden entirely.
War is war and death is death
cold or hot, makes no difference.
Peace is not only reuniting enemies
but strengthening affectionate relations among friends.
Peace is not a UN present for the victims of wars
but a heavenly gift for all the creatures.
Peace, as the Utopia of all perfect men,
Is the main lesson of all holy prophets
for us to have a blissful coexistence.
Peace is a worriless mental situation
in which everyone enters will be secure from all harms.
I searched all of the encyclopedias;
but didn't find a word which can play the role of peace
in the creation workshop, except a more perfect one.
If you find a better Utopia
I will replace it with ISLAM.
J une-2005
Freedom
A bird cannot change the cage
not the cloudy imagination of its blue ceiling
not the dusty thoughts of its grayish floor
and not the ironic temptations of its green bars.
When no way is to be released
and outside, are other greater prisons
and a free flight is not conceivable
and every soul has its own cages,
The poor innocent ever-caged bird
only can do one little task:
breaking all drowsy walls
to change the world that happens in its mind
And uniting with the eternal cage.
Life is a cage,
and the bird can love and enj oy it,
So as the death.
The bird cannot change a cage-
but can imprison it in its heart.
Beautify
To upgrade and dignify
Love burns us to purify
Poetry is your eye's art
You, label it and signify
We don't know what verse is
We only may intensify
We are poets of you, dear
You have set us to versify
If nice, is your own art
Each beautiful can beautify.
Signs
The nightly sky
is a blackboard
come and write on it
a brilliant word.
I want to be solved
In ocean of shine
I wish to be a
sparkling sign,
What is your best wish
in your heart and mind?
what was the lost hope
you wanted to find?
Search and find it now
in your memories
of virtues that
give you glories.
Find a loving word
higher than of peaks
the holiest gift
that everyone seeks,
A word that can build
Heaven in this land
a simplest word
to understand.
We are living in
An endless world
the earth is a dot
in that blackboard.
Find your place in
those dots and lines
you are one of those
sparkling signs.
Evergreen Arms
He was as old as freedom,
and as red as martyrdom
He was born in battle-field
first thing, he saw, was a shield
under which, opened his eyes
and drank the milk of skies
His date of birth was written
on the wings of a pigeon
The only toy, he had, there
was a sword, sharp and bare
He was as kind as flowers
and lovesick as all lovers
On horseback, he learnt by heart
how to fend, to rush, to dart
He was fond of liberty
Though his wealth was poverty
If you wanted his address
you could ask every cypress
He was as hard as mountains
And as elegant as fountains
He planted in the grove-palm
his evergreen and tall arm
Though, was martyred this morning
his son was born in evening
He is as old as freedom,
and as red as martyrdom
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Honey-moon
For flying in the love sky as a free dove
it's too late if you even come very soon
and for falling in deep well of love
each moment is a nicely honey-moon.
If you’re tired of life and its painful pack
and be surrounded by the troops of grief,
if you're about to have a heart attack
only the love miracle can give you relief.
Let the sorrow be upset and sad
Do not delay, make your loving base
Laugh at the death and be, as I, mad
and be free of nation and race.
Do not delay, love yourself at first
if so, the whole existence is the next.
2005-05-29
The millennium of phoenix
Let them go and fly these narrow-minded bugs
and fight against our ancient fire-bird
put them at ease, let them try their best
though they deserve to be laughed at, you
follow the athletic ethic of victor combatants.
Let them go and fly these blind-hearted bats
and try to put out the sun's everlasting light
but remember not to laugh at enemy's corpse.
When a fly buzzes, even if disturbs you,
let it buzz its lecture in darkness, and be sure
that the wind will come and throw it away.
But you, My eagle, the unique patrol of skies
that the hurricanes cannot shake even your shade
and the typhoon is captured by your sharp claws
go on composing our epical presence.
You are the most honorable image, I've ever seen
when you are sitting still at the highest peak
Only that stony horse can bear your epical weight
on which you sit and calmly rule over the lands
Give my best greetings to the goddess of poetry
and, on behalf of us, ask her if she knows
who taught and trained her bravest son, Epic
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and encouraged him to eradicate the war-beginners?
And who took care of her prettiest daughter, sonnet
and made up the most charming bride of literature?
And who has elevated our three-colored flag of Love and Peace?
And also kindly ask her whether she knows
that her dearest daughter and son, sonnet and epic
were attacked by some bugs and bats and mice?
But tell her not to worry at all, since they live
in a lofty, firm and fortified palace
which was built by Ferdowsi and painted by Hafez.
And surely she knows her children's trainers.
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Our ancient fire- bird, the phoenix,
The Common spirit of our nation never dies
And every day is its admirable Millennium.
Today the old phoenix burnt itself, but
a newly born bird came out from its ashes.
The young phoenix is now inspiring all the birds,
and helps them to compose their crimson flight poems.
Now, each free bird, you see in the sky
lovely and pacifically is singing the epical sonnets
of phoenix death and birth.
Mordad 1369 / July 1990
[1] - There isn't such a goddess in mythology; I used it to refer to a global need.
[2] - zen is a kind of meditation in Buddhism, but here is only a symbolic term for all
kinds of intuition
[3] - A famous quotation from Islamic mysticism.