Poetry About Iran, ” Qods Day In Iran Undone “

Qods Day Undone

Every bird must
seize the wind while
all the tea is hot
and all the people stir

I dreamed I had feathers
felt breezes in Tabriz, and
saw government slogans
were like spit into the wind,
didn’t want to banter with chanters, though
I led chirps to life to music
took flight
into freedom
to lift away from history’s grip

Seize the whirlwind leaves of death
for rage of tears can brew the peoples’ tea

I dreamed I had feathers
read tea leaves in Rasht where
there are worms that make the silk for emperors
though emperors are worms themselves,
tasty for a bird to chew.

A bird can fly even
away from Tehran,
over the holy and
into a tea house,
flying lessons its gift

—Douglas Gilbert

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How To Write A Poem, Method 00

Here is one way to write a poem. It is illustrated with four pictures of scrap notes followed by the final text.

Baking Apples

Wind storms through orchards
mocking calm branches
left a bird frantic,
fruit on the ground

She hasn’t stopped singing
this mockingbird
who mocks the calm, my thoughts
seems searching for a perch
a mate, perhaps, like I
seek Cindy, yes

I will learn the mockingbird song
before the next storm, so birdie luck
will perch a finger, and

I will storm home
like the shocking bird,
my Cindy electric and flighty
—- Douglas Gilbert
   Well, maybe it’s not my best poem, but it’s the only one where I saved enough scrap notes to show how I worked on it. You might be able to do something similar and carry it along to a better ending. You never know until you try.

POEM ABOUT RUNNING by Douglas Gilbert, “Running On Lemons


You are an inner voice
a trilling tone in my head;
though tart the prelude, a lick,
orchestration’s so sweet
it deeds me strolls
in muscle tone
by forests
by trees,
extending concepts
calf-fully guided by
a note
a step
a song —
groves revealed
escaping fruit

getting a leg up on bliss
inner saunters drift
in gait to gates of mind
in wound up dilemmas
citrus revealed
completed lemonade
healing squeezes
stirring tastes
sweet dreams running wild to
walk me on water
float over to you, a
serenade splash
to pucker by

—Douglas Gilbert

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Poems About Iran by Douglas Gilbert, ” Persian Girl Away In Ireland “

Persian Girl Away In Ireland

A gentle voice is floating around ethereal
from doom to dune and in the dusty sky,
the summer’s gone and all the grave are crying
my only child
must go
and I must hide

but bring me back an Irish four-leaf clover
from all my friends who’ve known a sorrow too
for it is I who’s here on slopes of mountains
on Caspian beech I lean to wave my love to you

But arrive you may when all the fish are dying
from sea of green and in Caspian Sea
and if I’m dead, as shot by beech or elm tree
you’ll place a wreath of clover adrift the sea

and drink the wine forbidden with some caviar
your Irish friends will make a wake for me.
If love can skip a stone above Caspian
your love for me will not be any blasphemy

I’ll save my love for you until
you are
with me

—Douglas Gilbert

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Almost Haiku if an Elephant Were an Ant, “Cold Endings”

Cold Endings

For the festival cry
many at the reflecting pond
see each other see
a lunch time in the park
a man gushing blood on a tree
cops jumping back to catch a

trial day for the
collapsing man on marble
his woman crying by

our exploding Sun where
couples in weeping willows
release spirits from ashes

by meowing lions
lambs in meadow’s lake

for all to
ripple still waters
with sneezes deadly mocking

—Douglas Gilbert

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