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محبوبِ من که پیرهنت از نور گرم سینه‌کشِ تپه‌ی دِه است تب را بر بدنت —با لذت بوییدن بوته‌های گل ابریشم— میبوسم. وقتِ ‌گل‌چینی است و من باز زنده‌ام؛ بوسه‌هایت را حلالم کن: میخواهم فصل که زیر آفتاب میرود برای برگ‌های تاکستان، آوازِ تابدار لب‌هایت را بسرایم. چشم‌هایت را به من روا بدار: چشم های تو چراغیست، که هاله‌ی روشنی از عطر دارد. میخواهم دشت‌ها و بذر‌ها را بنشانم زیر سایه تا باهم آواز زلالی بخوانیم برای شعله‌‌های عریان نور. بیم دارم که از سوی گیتیِ ساحر ابریشمینِ تو بر دست صَرصَر اندُهناکِ دوری بیفتم: توشه‌ی میراثِ بهارم را به هیبت فرِّ بلوغِ گرمِ تابستان کن: میخواهم، از هرچه یاد و یادگارم هست یک مشت گندم بماند که در دست تو امیدوار سال خوب بود. Poem By: Me @UpdatesOnBuLBa2

شمدی از شب بود —یا آخرین حرف‌های تو؟ که بر پیشانیِ عورِ آفتاب می‌نشست. باغ‌ها نامتحرک بود آری درخت‌ها بی جُنب. بهت بود و یا چیز دیگری؟ مستِ بی‌تلوتلو از کلام تو. مرگ پرهیبِ یک عاشق بود —یا فقط چند سخن بی منتها؟ دگر کابوسی نبود آری نه بجز همان چند سخن بی‌منتها. کلامت حرف‌ها را میشکست؛ آری. مثل حرف آمدن از آبگیر با یک سبد شکار، ماهیِ دندان‌گیر. کلامت نقض بود با چیزهای دیگری: مثل اینکه میمانی —یا اینکه دوستم داری. Poem By: Me @UpdatesOnBuLBa2

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O' Mother Why didst thou gave birth to this extant As I'm not but a miserable man O' Mother, did I merit thy tender, silken hand That thou grant me sanity in this mortal land O' Mother, why didst thou allow me to cause thee pain Knew thou not that one day I would wane O' Mother, where hath thy radiant smile gone Lost amidst the world's deceit, forever withdrawn O' Mother, my nurturing queen Why didst thou not let me perish in fever's sheen For I have wandered through world's blaze And suffered much more than mortal days O' Mother, why didst thou not let me fade Into the shadows, where my sins could be laid For I have borne the weight of agony and woe In this cruel world where I have nowhere to go Poem By: Me Painting By: Egon_Schiele — 🇦🇹 -1910 @UpdatesOnBuLBa2

"Raging Bull" Poem now on the following website, give it a read. As always I appreciate all your love, support and feedbacks.❤️ https://allpoetry.com/poem/17831005-Raging-Bull-by-B.Ronin-adult

Tomorrow Is when You woke-up And the yesterday scar Didn't etch Under your skin Upon your heart Poem By: Me @UpdatesOnBuLBa2

"What if I were to stand before you, unleashing the most venomous words upon you and your beloved? What if I were to butcher your kin before your very eyes? Would your fury remain personal?" one might inquire. Seneca imparts wisdom, advising against placing excessive value on transient gifts from life, which could vanish in the blink of an eye. It is through this practice that we fortify our spirit against the relentless tempests of existence and its inexorable trials. Some things lie beyond our grasp. We may either succumb to exhaustion from futile resistance against Nature and its course, or we may acknowledge the limits of our dominion over the world. @UpdatesOnBuLBa2

I am of the belief that anger, in any form, lacks an external cause; it is simply unattainable. Every trigger that ignites the flames of anger within an individual is the consequence of an unresolved and repressed issue buried deep within the psyche. One could argue that a fundamental purpose of human existence is to strive for a level of personal clarity and purity that may lead to godliness or hasten the journey towards the end of one's life cycle, ultimately returning to the creator. Thus, mastering the ability to introspect without judgment or resentment, delving into the depths of the suppressed issue and seeking its resolution, serves as a tool and a step towards unlocking the secrets of the Universe. @UpdatesOnBuLBa2

Speak gently, as we're not so far Let no harsh word unbutton your heart Speak gently, let us to rule by love And not let all tensions to mar Speak gently, and of water and grass Let no glorious moment to pass Look through the window of green leaves above Let the cold breeze come And sit on your lungs Speak gently, and with patience to old As they've waited for you to grow Speak gently, and with kindness to young Their hearts like flowers, waiting to be sprung Speak gently, and let the words be a balm To soothe the wounds, to bring a calm Speak gently, and let the echoes resound In the heart of nature, where peace is found Let our words be a symphony, a beautiful song To reach the loving hearts where they do belong Poem By: Me @UpdatesOnBuLBa2

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I would like to invite you all to visit this website and read one of my poems that has been published there. Your feedback and support mean a lot to me, and I always appreciate your thoughtful insights.❤️❤️ @UpdatesOnBuLBa2