MONDAY,
JULY 20, 2009
Hafiz (in English, first attempt)
Tonight, I am the
wildest man of
all the bars in town
I am reading a book of dirty poems
and I traded my leather jacket
for more drinks
my heart screams into the night
I see Jim Morrison in the bottom of my glass
I have felt nothing for too long
The drinks flow like a river
from the glass through my stomach
from my eyes down my sleeve
to the floor down the street
a flood of tears rages
to the stream which waters
the trees outside her door
Bartender, no more for me
not until my love lets her smile
shine, until her sparkling eyes
dance in my glass, until
the burning flame in her heart
singes my soul for the shame
I cannot bring myself to speak of her
except by this darkness
She intoxicates me equal to this drink
if you sit next to me
speak of nothing else
because I care for nothing else
in my darkness she is a night flower
but will I see more clearly by day
is her denial of my love a poison
she offers to preserve her own dark pride
Outside, a minister joyfully sings
a drummer and flutist at his side
his words mock me or maybe tease:
morning comes bright and soon
the world waits for dawn
today is sweet
tomorrow is born unknown.
all the bars in town
I am reading a book of dirty poems
and I traded my leather jacket
for more drinks
my heart screams into the night
I see Jim Morrison in the bottom of my glass
I have felt nothing for too long
The drinks flow like a river
from the glass through my stomach
from my eyes down my sleeve
to the floor down the street
a flood of tears rages
to the stream which waters
the trees outside her door
Bartender, no more for me
not until my love lets her smile
shine, until her sparkling eyes
dance in my glass, until
the burning flame in her heart
singes my soul for the shame
I cannot bring myself to speak of her
except by this darkness
She intoxicates me equal to this drink
if you sit next to me
speak of nothing else
because I care for nothing else
in my darkness she is a night flower
but will I see more clearly by day
is her denial of my love a poison
she offers to preserve her own dark pride
Outside, a minister joyfully sings
a drummer and flutist at his side
his words mock me or maybe tease:
morning comes bright and soon
the world waits for dawn
today is sweet
tomorrow is born unknown.
Labels: columbia river, drinks, flower, hafiz, jim morrison, poem, tear
FRIDAY,
SEPTEMBER 18, 2009
Sleep falls over your beautiful
daffodil hair, poppy flower eyes
and not for nothing is it worth
your sweet honey lips damp
with milk I know
were moments ago tasting of wry
sharp salty teasing
and not for nothing is it worth
the end lies near the beginning
we drink of life
from a fountain set over
a well of tears
and not for nothing is it worth
perhaps all joy comes from God
a religious person believes this
but I am pierced by love for you
and not for nothing is it worth
do you ache with my absence?
does your heart beat emptily
each moment while I'm away
not for nothing is it worth
a breeze from her bedroom window
floats through every rose blossom
and over her breasts to me
not for nothing is it worth
as for me, I keep my heart's struggle
shielded from prying gossips
for your tender sighs
not for nothing were they worth
daffodil hair, poppy flower eyes
and not for nothing is it worth
your sweet honey lips damp
with milk I know
were moments ago tasting of wry
sharp salty teasing
and not for nothing is it worth
the end lies near the beginning
we drink of life
from a fountain set over
a well of tears
and not for nothing is it worth
perhaps all joy comes from God
a religious person believes this
but I am pierced by love for you
and not for nothing is it worth
do you ache with my absence?
does your heart beat emptily
each moment while I'm away
not for nothing is it worth
a breeze from her bedroom window
floats through every rose blossom
and over her breasts to me
not for nothing is it worth
as for me, I keep my heart's struggle
shielded from prying gossips
for your tender sighs
not for nothing were they worth
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 24, 2009
Get up and fill a
glass with golden
liquid then lift the glass to fill
your belly because there ain't no
beer in heaven so we have to drink it here.
The hops are golden and so is the brew,
the hops pass each season and so we pass after our own.
May the great oak trees remember and look over
us as we feed the earth with our remains.
May I be bathed with rain by the dark clouds
passing over us all
to enter eternity pure, look to the clear rain
while religious fanatics look about and find only evil
but it is only their reflection in a puddle.
God, have none impure find my love
let her be with only those who are good
I pray for this although her pretty curls and curves
have wounded me severely yet
her kisses hold all cures.
Breezes smell sweet upon her
I give her my coat to keep her warm
though I am cold and she leaves me there.
liquid then lift the glass to fill
your belly because there ain't no
beer in heaven so we have to drink it here.
The hops are golden and so is the brew,
the hops pass each season and so we pass after our own.
May the great oak trees remember and look over
us as we feed the earth with our remains.
May I be bathed with rain by the dark clouds
passing over us all
to enter eternity pure, look to the clear rain
while religious fanatics look about and find only evil
but it is only their reflection in a puddle.
God, have none impure find my love
let her be with only those who are good
I pray for this although her pretty curls and curves
have wounded me severely yet
her kisses hold all cures.
Breezes smell sweet upon her
I give her my coat to keep her warm
though I am cold and she leaves me there.
SUNDAY,
SEPTEMBER 5, 2010
a lone drunk never
was
because we are all drunk together
as geometry describes fate
the mystery of spheres describes further
mystery
years yield years of
the same old truths
and the lords of today are only
the dirt of tomorrow
their glory from yesterday's dust
we all cry for the sweet flower
because even us eternal drinkers
of love
have nothing lasting longer
was
because we are all drunk together
as geometry describes fate
the mystery of spheres describes further
mystery
years yield years of
the same old truths
and the lords of today are only
the dirt of tomorrow
their glory from yesterday's dust
we all cry for the sweet flower
because even us eternal drinkers
of love
have nothing lasting longer
I love the wine in hand
which makes everyone wonder
what is right and what is wrong
and what is beauty and what is truth
as I fall into the endless love
I rise to be taller than tall
take my heart by your hand
and I'll take yours in mine
my friend.
which makes everyone wonder
what is right and what is wrong
and what is beauty and what is truth
as I fall into the endless love
I rise to be taller than tall
take my heart by your hand
and I'll take yours in mine
my friend.
MONDAY,
JULY 4, 2011
______
The essence perfume of her hair
made from a fawn’s tender youth
etched upon my sorrow
lines depicting the difficult trails love leads.
Love was effortless at first
and now serves only as reason
to drink flasks of wine to her,
because of her, bring more please.
Reverend bartender says
stain your soul
and wash your heart clean
with some cups of Christ’s good red blood.
He knows the road and
the highway’s lamenting roar
beckoning for me
to get the hell out of this godforsaken town.
Before the storm arrives
surely thundering voices
will resound with what a
fool I’ve been for her.
A wiser one once said
if you gain your desire
cast the world away
and save yourself.
__________
The essence perfume of her hair
made from a fawn’s tender youth
etched upon my sorrow
lines depicting the difficult trails love leads.
Love was effortless at first
and now serves only as reason
to drink flasks of wine to her,
because of her, bring more please.
Reverend bartender says
stain your soul
and wash your heart clean
with some cups of Christ’s good red blood.
He knows the road and
the highway’s lamenting roar
beckoning for me
to get the hell out of this godforsaken town.
Before the storm arrives
surely thundering voices
will resound with what a
fool I’ve been for her.
A wiser one once said
if you gain your desire
cast the world away
and save yourself.
__________
Labels: hafez, lamenting roars, love, storms, wine
TUESDAY,
AUGUST 23, 2011
____________
I was missing you
all my life now
a curse has passed
as spring's new days
put away all feeling
of autumn ending
darkness lifted
joy behind sorrow
God grants sweet rose
fragrance as glory arriving
over thorns and winter's sting
is forgotten
turmoil in my heart
roiling in my head
calmed within my hands
in a stroke of her hair
while her smile sooths
and sadness fades
my freshly formed
excitement as we
sing, dance and drink
apart no longer
together inside happiness
the bar of wisdom
knowing health and
full days, full cups
washing away
yesterday's worries
may our friends be worthy
our loving times so immense
the tears fallen by me
before we joined
streamed far off.
______________
I was missing you
all my life now
a curse has passed
as spring's new days
put away all feeling
of autumn ending
darkness lifted
joy behind sorrow
God grants sweet rose
fragrance as glory arriving
over thorns and winter's sting
is forgotten
turmoil in my heart
roiling in my head
calmed within my hands
in a stroke of her hair
while her smile sooths
and sadness fades
my freshly formed
excitement as we
sing, dance and drink
apart no longer
together inside happiness
the bar of wisdom
knowing health and
full days, full cups
washing away
yesterday's worries
may our friends be worthy
our loving times so immense
the tears fallen by me
before we joined
streamed far off.
______________
SUNDAY,
MARCH 25, 2012
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Love and drink are
better expressed
openly. As we
all
of us
become
fertilizer eventually
feeding the earth and the
world from which
we rose. Sweet Shirin
loved Ferhad who died while
digging a trench by day
playing his flute by night
both expertly and beautifully
for her love held captive
by the King. The trench was
to move a river.
Then
mutually deceived
as to the other's passing,
they passed. Then a tulip
blossoms red where
they fell. And there's a thousand
stories born every day. And
my wine glass
may be made
from the sand of
the dust of such a King.
And yours from such lovers.
Let us drink this wine with joy.
___________________________________________
Love and drink are
better expressed
openly. As we
all
of us
become
fertilizer eventually
feeding the earth and the
world from which
we rose. Sweet Shirin
loved Ferhad who died while
digging a trench by day
playing his flute by night
both expertly and beautifully
for her love held captive
by the King. The trench was
to move a river.
Then
mutually deceived
as to the other's passing,
they passed. Then a tulip
blossoms red where
they fell. And there's a thousand
stories born every day. And
my wine glass
may be made
from the sand of
the dust of such a King.
And yours from such lovers.
Let us drink this wine with joy.
___________________________________________
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