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Poems - Inspirational - Group 2
On Choice

 

  1. Love doesn't hurt
  2. Choose & Believe
  3. Sitting Duck
  4. Cold Feet
  5. Utility
  6. One bad Apple

 


Love doesn't hurt

The discipline of love hurts, they say
Why does it have to be this way
When the dog lifts up her litter by the neck
Her teeth gentle as down, won't hurt nor wreck
When the eagle nudges her young out to fly
Gentleness exudes from her and the sky
But humans hurt in order to love
Though this is the Law written from high above.
Gentleness and tenderness in love reside
Harshness and hurtfulness with love collide.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
April 19, 1997


Choose & Believe

Sun scorching
Head torching
Sandy desert
Where I fret
Why such heat
I must meet
And my feet
Fire greet?
I heard a voice
You have the choice
Without dread
Clear your head
And embrace
This warm grace;
Else you choose
Your head lose
Hell's own flame
Your head claim
And all blame
Will be lame.
In this dream
You may scream
Or smile
For a while.
You will live
What you believe.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
May 8, 1997


Sitting Duck

I saw a duck sitting, floating,
A sitting duck, the hunter gloating
Yet it offered no challenge
The hunter did his mind change
He shot a duck flying high
A rock, it fell out of the sky.
The sitting duck still floating,
The hunter, the dead duck gloating.

Sometimes running from death
We take our final breath
Yet a trusting sitting duck
Will continue our life's clock.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
May 16, 1997


Cold Feet

On the fateful day the young bride
Quietly, gently, sighed, then cried
No matter how much she tried
Her cold feet could not hide.

Any project we have in mind
Of any sort and any kind
Uncertain ourselves will find
Yet can always put doubt behind.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
June 21, 1997


Utility

I was sitting in a corner, observing
Everybody was useful, and serving
Earning, learning, volunteering their time
In their eyes I was idle in my prime.

I asked my friends why they did what they did
For most of them, their reasons from them hid
Were too busy to spend time searching for reasons
Out of habit continued in their own self-erected prisons,
While I refused to blindly obey any force of habit
Instead of unconscious slavery, I'd rather idly sit.

Utility can only be the purpose of the unimaginative
Rest, idleness and meditation can be quite regenerative.
Enlightenment does not come from senseless utility
Sometimes it comes through that which seems futility.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
June 25, 1997


One Bad Apple

One bad apple spoils the bunch
Throw it away, our natural hunch.
Even bad apples contain the seed
Of good apples if allowed to succeed.
Do not condemn the organic rot
In finding the seed, instead plot,
Instead of letting it others spoil
Plant its seeds in nurturing soil.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
July 22, 1997


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