philopoet

Live the Life !

2011-09-10T23:47:00.000+04:30

The eyes of wine

2008-05-29T02:49:00.009+04:30

There is shining perfect moon;
but sun shall be rising soon.
On my floating knowledge nerd,
thy name is so lovely word.
soon thou see'st me within the sord,
which shall leave the illusion's ford.
Thy eyes of wine -as the shrine,
enlightened my vision, fine.
When thy mercies art with me,
waked up fortune there will be!
disunite made my heart torn,
when -separated- I was born.
By thou my lord, let me sit,
thou art sun and I'm a nit;
in chest of this nit, my sun,
so much blazing poetical pun.
divine love in me thou brought,
scintillated sparks of thought.
Living, not indeed my chore;
I would reach to saving shore;
if thou let me rise and shine,
dancing drunken of thy wine.
Spring 1998
Copyright ©2008
Kareem Bakhtyarfar

Blue skin

2006-01-19T01:51:00.000+03:30

Midnight and,
drinking the last cup of tea
and the tea-pot that empty.
Thinking about my lord: "Thou":
-Love miracle shining now-
Crossing timeless with thy dream,
over the life's river stream.
Thinking of thy blue skin,
dressing with light of tangerine.
My wisdom's angles are curved;
to be in thy love deserved.
Beg thou let me touch thy feet;
Let the tear "thy fingers" meet.
my life is a fancy lie;
let me leave it, let me fly.
Spring 1998

Going on

2006-01-19T01:17:00.000+03:30

Light crosses the sense of blue rose,
and by appearance of my eyes
much apparitions of life go
and by memories of light leaves
the wisdom of the greenness pale
I watch intelligent stars
through the pellucid light rainbows.
inmost word,
invites me to be silent!
so there is time of closing gates of sense,
and going on…
autumn 1998
Copyright ©2005 Kareem - Bakhtyarfar

Hug!

2006-01-15T05:29:00.003+03:30

The garden of reflection green
back of the rampant of consciousness: "the glare;
festoon gate to resplendence;
Wing and wing,
tramping on twilight of garden's mind
tending nearby fairness,
imbibing your agleam hug.

May 2005
Copyright ©2008 Kareem - Bakhtyarfar

Clammy hug!?

2006-01-15T05:27:00.004+03:30

Think over the soil
-as the bed- to green the fine dreams
whate'er the toil...
when the chain saws go to round beams,
expunge leaves over the brown burly!
eye the clutch hugs the clammy point
and avian eye, that winks sorely,
while timbers' laying right in the joint.
March 2005
Copyright ©2007
Kareem - Bakhtyarfar

Growing

2005-12-24T22:06:00.002+03:30

The white lambs of thought,
graze the dark full night;
Violet morning runs,
since my child of mind,
comes to grow;
be green and grows up. . .
in presence of blue deep top.
The tears of green hands,
shining in presence of sun's smile,
the sun's purple tie. . .!
"comprehension of canoe",
"sun bright river lights"
and I:
Over defaults of my eyes.

Kareem - Bakhtyarfar