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+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در سه شنبه بیست و هشتم بهمن ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 18:14 |

سکوت نمی کنم 

غروب 

اما  

چرا 

 

تا به انتظار طلوع شفق چشمانت بنشینم 

هنگامه ی نواختن نی ودف بامدادان 

 

****************** 

 

نم نم باران را به خاطره می سپارم 

و شرشر ناودان را به تو 

تا برایم بنویسی 

از 

تلالو چشم منتظرت 

وقتی 

دیده بر سایش پر طنین گامهای آواره ام دوخته ای 

در کوچه باغ دماغ سوخته ای از  عطر خاک نمناک 

 

 

********************** 

 

 

آواره ام 

و  

گرفتار گرگ ومیش غروب 

در نخستین دم عید 

اه خدایا 

انگار کسی مرا دید 

او هم مرا ندیده گذاشت و گذشت 

 

*************** 

 

حتی اگر به چشم تو نرسیدم 

برایت خواهم نوشت 

چقدر زندگی طعم ارغوان می گیرد 

وقتی عاطفه خالی شده باشد 

از هر انچه جز یادت 

که هرگز با من ما نشد 

 

***************** 

 

خیال تو نغمه ی شیرین من است 

عسل انجا شاید بتواند 

دمی 

ترنم ناز ترانه ای خسروانه باشد 

بیستون  

اما 

با تمام ناله وفغان بادهایش 

کماکان 

خوش نشین زخمه ی فرهاد است........ 

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در شنبه هشتم فروردین ۱۳۹۴ و ساعت 13:12 |

in the day 

i am going to life,s up and downs 

with 

a pen 

and 

my mistresses eyes light 

 

in the night 

the moon in the my bed room window 

is 

sining a song from 

the love invisible road 

 

******* 

 

 

she is a white crane for me 

always 

in 

the wind with my self 

we are to make love 

in the spring  

if 

the snow was gone 

 

 

******* 

 

 

whom 

did you see 

which 

your heart bells toll

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در چهارشنبه پنجم فروردین ۱۳۹۴ و ساعت 12:51 |

ilook at the my pictures 

in the life albom 

where she is 

here 

she indicated middel the of the my heart 

with 

a red flowver 

 

 

 

***** 

 

 

 

oh my god 

when 

she to purse her lips 

a red flowver 

is growwing 

in front of my eyes 

 

 

*********** 

 

when 

i death 

to draw a revolver 

from 

her eyes 

she was mascaraing her 

eye lashes 

 

********* 

 

her intention was solely 

to make 

fun 

of me 

with 

the honey eyes 

oh 

that flowver knows which 

i am hone bee...... 

 

 

 

 

 

i traveled heaven 

by 

my mistresses eyes 

when 

  her look was fly ing  above the clouds 

and 

her eyes glitted with love 

 

******** 

 

 

a morror 

sparkles 

when 

 she looked at it  

in

the obseranse of Norooz ceremonies  

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در چهارشنبه پنجم فروردین ۱۳۹۴ و ساعت 11:0 |

she has been very enjoyable for me 

look 

her eyes is wine 

i am drinking it now 

even 

 without  hors do,euvres 

 

 

 A 

 

 

she was adorned with colored light 

when 

i fall in her love 

and 

i raised my arms as a sign of surrender 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i know 

a shining pearl there 

if 

ancheologists have 

exavation her raised trem bling breast 

 

 

 

 

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در سه شنبه چهارم فروردین ۱۳۹۴ و ساعت 10:50 |

 SH

she sang us a song  

after 

the moon 

but 

WE HAD FORGOTTEN 

which 

she is the moon 

or 

the moon is she 

a cool breez was blowing 

in 

through her red ribbon blone hair 

said 

she is more beautifuler than the moon 

so 

the moon smiled 

alike 

her cheerful face 

 

 

 

 

all the long black night 

in our father land 

the smiled moon 

was 

a bird freed from cage 

 M

 

the light of her heart can be see from afar 

-right 

-yes look at her trembling breast 

 

 

 

her nice walk charmed all 

even 

the mirror 

look 

it is begged her not to go away 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the humming of some one 

could be heard 

from 

my heart 

i do,nt know 

this song is afar 

or close 

but 

i know 

the heart of my bosom 

is bright now

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در دوشنبه سوم فروردین ۱۳۹۴ و ساعت 13:7 |

i don,t know 

 Ar

how 

is 

she 

her footstep voice 

to rime 

the sun cheer 

in 

my heart palpitation 

 

 

 

 

 

I am going to drink 

a glass of wine 

from 

that hemlook 

which 

to flow your eyes 

 

my sweet-spoken beloved 

where is 

your beautiful drink good health 

i wish before my death 

that noise is coming to me 

 

 

 

Sh.. 

 

 

 

my sweet -singing beloved 

last night 

come to my dream 

she walk was very melodious 

pace by pace 

with 

her master piece trembling breast 

when 

i wake  up 

the black night 

was 

white 

from 

her foot step light 

and 

the owl 

sang a wise song 

for 

my mad heart

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در یکشنبه دوم فروردین ۱۳۹۴ و ساعت 12:54 |

a moon 

with 

alongskirt 

and 

white burnoose  

cry 

cry 

and cry all the nigth 

 

 A

for the dying of the light 

when morning arrived 

a kiss to be had left 

on the new moon face 

from 

her lovely red lips 

 

SH 

 

agreen ribbon around 

the old oak tree 

do you know 

what says to us 

about 

some one 

who used to treat the poor childern 

every nigth 

 

SH 

 

 

she brimmed with love 

when 

top of her raised breast 

was 

fun shining behind her derss 

 

 

 

when 

i answered her look 

with 

my yeys 

a cricket 

songed a mad melody to me 

and 

i were condemned 

to 

life imprison ment 

 

 

a well dressed and dinified woman 

look there 

she is in the street 

where? 

i don,t see any one 

except 

a henpheasant 

she is sitting 

on the electrical line 

and 

her hand some leg till 

is dancing with wind

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در شنبه یکم فروردین ۱۳۹۴ و ساعت 16:9 |

spring must have forgotten 

which 

between the blossoms dance 

who 

is a rindeer  

which 

shook the mountainous hearts 

with 

her leg dance 

 

 the first word of her name is J......L

***************   

 

love in honey bees eyes began flowing 

like 

honey 

when 

nikol with her good looks fifure 

was 

trying to cross beenives 

 

 

8888888 

 

a female gazelle.,,,,h 

i am one of your fans 

where 

your voice is com ing 

to make love 

h....mountainous blue soul 

is 

waitting for 

your arrival

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در جمعه بیست و نهم اسفند ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 11:6 |

as soon as 

i open ed my arms 

she 

with 

her rised delicious breast 

come to my bosom 

 

we have 

a good time now 

alike 

convergent light 

which 

meet at a point 

 

 

****** 

 

 

 

 

like a bird in a cage 

we are living 

with 

freedom dream 

 

8************* 

 

 

LOOK 

 

 

on the wing of a butter fly  

is

written 

shakila 

alike 

design of my tip top heart 

 

 

******* 

 

 

one of the world most famous singer 

is coming 

with 

cheerful face 

and 

blone volling hair 

light flash 

is 

accompniment 

with 

her eyes 

 she is a butterfly 

her name is shakira 

 

******** 

 

 

my farme 

was 

a bandoned 

many years ago 

suddently 

angelina charming eyes 

came 

to my heart 

there is a spring now 

with 

many 

many 

flowvers

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در پنجشنبه بیست و هشتم اسفند ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 16:43 |

i were homlles for one year and i hope my fait ful friends in the world protetion me especially 

in the winter which ididn,t have heater and heat place 

but they didn,t 

oh my god 

every bady don,t protection me from cloldest winter in my live and i am writting about love for them 

winter went and iam stay with a praise to my god 

i always asking from god death beacuse i know since i am alive no bady didn,t come to help me 

 

i am writting poems for my friens beacase i love them yet but now 

i don,t have any expect from people in the world 

 

next year is coming with a bad luck for me 

i am homlles idon,t have a jab and money 

my city people and my family thinking............ i am mad and don,t help to me 

 

i don,t know how i will living next year tell me god 

what is my sin 

which you don,t kill me 

and 

to rest me from revengeful and un discernning and un faitful people..........

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در سه شنبه دوازدهم اسفند ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 11:32 |

that day  

which 

my lips was written 

on the top of 

her raised breast 

i was a batter fly 

 

*********** 

 

 

a captive finch 

cast a glance 

to the her fly dream 

and 

smirke 

but 

we are hearing song 

from her cage 

 

****************** 

 

 

she doesn,t have any misgiving 

about love 

when 

watting for a look 

i hid behind poems 

 

 

************** 

 

 

a plain pain 

a far 

 far 

as far as 

her tears ful eyes 

when 

she went into the clouds 

 

****************** 

 

 

do you know 

who is the composer 

of 

this heart 

that time which 

it is fired 

my poems  

or 

beloved of mine 

 

************* 

 

sad love story 

let every one taste defeat 

for 

the first fly 

 

**************** 

 

 

house to house 

at 

this planet 

no human has set foot 

in my place 

at 

this cold winter 

 except 

my beloved memories 

 

 

****************** 

 

to take a photograph of my soul  

every bady can not 

except 

beloved of mine 

 

 

************* 

year by year 

she didn,t come to me 

i am at the point of death 

now 

where is her tearful eyes 

 

 

************************ 

 

look there is 

snowed under 

a snow-berry 

is 

growing 

but 

her feet can,t move any more 

 

hello? 

who are you white flowver  

and 

where is your planet  pransees 

)Nazanin-A-J (

  

 

why you don,t know this which 

 in the winter of my home 

nobady can,t move  

without 

snow-sweeper 

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در دوشنبه یازدهم اسفند ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 13:6 |

a partridge 

is 

 in side me 

she didn,t say any thing 

about 

her self 

exept 

a lot of song in the shakila raised breast 

which 

she present of us last time  

in the concert 

 

***************** 

 

 

when 

shakira 

with 

her naked eyes looked at me 

under 

deer amber eye brows 

she carve in my heart 

the yellw rose name 

 

************************ 

as far as 

the eye can reach 

i don,t see any wine 

in this vine yard 

except 

Aishwaria lovely eyes 

 

 

****************** 

 

who is knocking 

at 

our heart door 

the sun was picking up her eyes rapidy 

and siad 

she is lovely girl Angelina 

 

 

 

************ 

 

 

 

to be cam enamoured 

of 

monika breast 

it has much to see 

look 

who is running to the his mother bosom 

i don,t know 

it is a fawn 

or 

my eyes 

 

******************* 

 

look  

the whirl wind 

is 

dancing 

with 

matricariaes 

her name is Jeniffer now 

 

 

********************** 

a sea bird 

is 

flying 

above 

the tall 

taller 

tallest wave 

in the ocean of her heart 

oh god 

what kind of a bird is it 

which 

her island name  

is N ikol 

 

 

******************* 

as soon as 

Ramona smile face 

come to my life 

i am falling a victim 

to 

her tearful eyes 

which 

they came from mysteious myth 

 

********************* 

 

 

she is a epic poem   حماسه 

with 

her mouth fresh water 

certainly 

i am be have madly in love 

after 

her kiss 

 

 

******************* 

 

 

oh look 

a smart breast 

not big 

not small 

it is middle 

and 

light ouse 

alike 

dawn sun 

give light  

to 

Miriam white dress beauty

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در یکشنبه دهم اسفند ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 11:7 |

to have lots of fun 

when 

i am looking to her picture 

which 

she is to make love 

with 

my eyes 

 

************ 

 

wait a minute 

ring dove 

is 

coming 

in 

your place 

this evening 

 

if 

you have painting a white poplar 

in 

the owns heart 

 

***************** 

 

 

when she rains to me 

my soul become humid 

and 

every bady can see 

a rinbow is growing 

in my eye brows 

 

********* 

 

my eyes faces picture 

and inside that 

a swan 

with 

her belicious white breast 

is 

perfect for mine 

do you know 

my glasses 

who is she 

sh..... or mo..... 

 

 

********************* 

in betweenthe pages of 

this world 

 

one day she wanted  

to fly in the sky 

and then 

our morning glory 

has growing 

in the marsh 

drink good health her lips 

it is medicine for the sick

and then 

 

 

************************ 

 

without her look light 

a dark future a waits me 

alike 

her eyes wire ribbon 

 

******** 

 

 

 

after many years 

which 

i can,t see her 

she is still falling 

to my heart 

 

************* 

 

 

sh.....eyes 

expressive 

deer look 

i resides in the love plain 

 

 

************* 

 

 

aishw....face is like the orb 

of 

the moon 

it is reflected 

by 

the gang river sur face 

with 

abeauitiful sari 

which 

to dress her good -looking bady 

alike 

a cloud the cover had 

hidden the summit 

of 

Evevest 

 

************ 

 

 

 

to 

come 

face to face 

with 

the mirror 

supposition 

i exchanged kiss 

with 

An.... lips 

 

******** 

 

with 

a look for me 

think of the needy too 

for 

amoment 

 

**************** 

 

 

 

in my dream last night 

her temperature heat melted 

the my heart,s snow 

but 

when 

i woke up 

the snow had 

blanketed 

the window glasses 

 

************ 

 

 

 

look 

the golden age 

of 

my heart 

how 

she is 

a fair-haired 

smilling face girl 

 

*********** 

 

 when

some one to be turned 

up side-down 

no bady  

listen to his words 

 

************ 

 

i have a cohabitotion 

but 

i don,t 

know 

how is she 

which 

competed 

with 

my bolster

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در دوشنبه چهارم اسفند ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 14:48 |

i become enamoured 

of 

sh...) her breast 

beacuse 

they are singing a milch melody 

of 

life growing 

 

******************* 

 

 

a pomegranate 

laugh 

to me 

when 

i pressure it in my hands 

and 

mon...) breast smell 

come to my soul 

 

**************** 

i don,t know 

how is she 

a sparrow 

or 

acanary 

she is sitting on the cherry branch 

and 

to sing amelody all the day 

but night 

her song come to me agian  

with 

yellow swelling hair 

and 

sh....( her cheerful face) 

 

********* 

 

 

i am thinking 

about 

an....)lips) 

which 

a arch of tricumph 

is 

growing in the sky heart 

with 

her rare red kiss 

on the black world 

 face

************** 

the tall and elegant figure 

of Nic 

.....  

it is one of the world 

look 

a peacook 

is talking 

in the stereed 

 

******************** 

 

 

 

J.....is a deer 

and 

her leg 

always 

is dancing 

with 

an almont blossoms  

in the spring time 

 

***************** 

 

what i con say  

about 

Mary eyes 

a brillian peari 

which 

always 

looking for tuberose 

that growing in the cross 

 

************** 

 

 

since 

that time 

which 

beautiful Aishwa......com to me 

with 

her wild eyes 

a ram  

is 

trot 

in side my heart 

 

************** 

 

 

 

when 

to come to tears 

hand some  

Ra..... a sea bird 

to get in close 

with 

the spring cluds 

 

********************* 

 

Hamase 

is a hand some girl 

in the univer sity 

when  

her black eyes come to me 

i see 

a horse flight 

in the sky 

 

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در شنبه دوم اسفند ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 13:31 |

look 

how beautiful 

this 

pattern 

is 

when 

she is passing from movie camera 

and 

 growing  

hn the people heart 

************************ 

 

 

 

 

after 

many years 

my sun come to me 

and said 

have you forgotten 

how you needed my looking 

 

************************ 

 

 

 

love 

some times 

is 

a secret mystery 

 

************* 

 

 

her eyes 

is  

coming 

from 

ancient times 

take care 

before 

to drink it 

it is lethal 

alike 

the hemlok 

which 

socrates  

to drink it 

at ancient times 

 

*************** 

 

 

 

 

 

his questions remained un ansewered 

when 

he asked about love 

 

**************** 

 

 

my belong ing consist 

of 

my lovers 

and 

this pen 

which 

it is to be come drunk from their eyes wine 

 and i was writing poems

**************** 

 

oh her looks is 

alike 

new flowver 

under 

the fine rain 

 

************ 

 

 

that day which 

i followed her footprints 

in the snow 

step by step 

some thing was grow ing my heart 

alike 

the catkin smell

 

 

******************* 

 

 

my heart,s women 

to be back at sun set 

they are guest of the sun all the day 

 

****************** 

 

wait until rising 

the sun is singing agian 

alike 

cock,s crow 

 

************* 

 

 

i like speak about her eyes 

but 

i can,t 

beacuse 

the sun is still un known 

 

************** 

 

 

she is our guest 

me and my heart 

unless that time which 

we have lost our mind 

 

*************** 

without her memory  

my heart is not suitable 

for living 

 

******************** 

 

when she got to my name 

she stammered 

oh my god 

behzad 

is 

 tempo plectron 

in her heart 

 

********************* 

 

in those ancient periods 

the first glance of deer or girls 

it is not difference...... 

but 

now 

we have to buy it at the grocery store

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در چهارشنبه بیست و نهم بهمن ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 13:14 |

i am sitting in the very very cold place and i am writing these poems for my few friens and lovely girls and my lovers which protect me last year....s 

i hope to be admired them 

and 

i shall be glad if they will to sing these poems with a loud voice for people in conserts and 

 

let see..... 

my enemy what will to do 

 after 

to sing this poems for my heart lovers in con certs 

beacuse 

my lovers to reveal by in spiration my poems to me with their song and picture and soul....

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در دوشنبه بیست و هفتم بهمن ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 9:6 |

oh my god 

when 

to be subside 

this break water waves 

in the human looking shore 

at time on the sun set 

dont to be left 

any food prints 

 

********************* 

 

 

look 

those hairs 

is 

to be minkled 

in the wind 

 

north swelling sea 

come to me 

and let me 

to be drowned 

into 

your natural heat smile 

 

********************** 

i am a plover 

and 

my heart always is raining 

beacuse 

i dont know  

when 

she to blossom 

in my bosom 

 

******************* 

 

without she 

my life is a room 

without 

light 

which into that 

a mind was swinging on a swing 

 

 

(******************************* 

 

 

 

every bady 

is 

countting sheep 

every moment 

which 

that star-fish open 

the ocean door 

and 

inter to the 

human heart 

looking to her smiling face 

again my eyes 

do you know 

how is she 

 

************************* 

 

nobady knows 

how thansmutation 

is 

hapening 

in 

the human heart 

but 

every bady knows 

which 

that is hapening 

after 

at tall flight 

alike 

eagle fly 

 

********************** 

 

 

when every one  

to fall into the habit 

of 

to 

see 

rising 

and 

sunset 

her heart colour  

always is blue 

 

********************* 

 

do you know 

why 

every one 

who 

is touching 

the tulips heart  

his hands werent covered with blood 

was 

his concience oppressing him or not 

 

 

******************* 

the tall and elegant figure 

of my love 

with 

her inner peace 

alike 

the guitar 

to play platonic love 

in my heart 

when 

we were bhlling and cooing 

on the park bench 

 

 

**************** 

 

 

may be 

the love of thiesty of me and you 

written 

in 

the watre melon rind 

at 

the summer heat moon 

 

 

*************** 

 

 

where 

we will be sheltered 

from 

your eyes flash 

 

**************** 

 

 

the sweet-sining bird 

to welcome 

this heart palpitation 

is for you 

but 

no bady knows 

when shot my soul with your eyes pistol 

 

*************** 

 

i threw away the draft 

and started writing 

a new free vers 

but 

the frevency of my love 

hadnt  

made me ball point pen 

 

***************** 

 

 

my lips sank in the her cheek 

and 

my heart struggled 

when  

she to blow a kiss to me 

 

******************* 

 

a fire fly 

she 

to get away from me 

step by step 

but 

spellbound 

to growing 

in my heart from her magic light 

 

***************** 

 in the man imagination 

love 

is 

a flowver 

but 

its colour doesnt define

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اوینیا اوینیا 

اویناداندا 

او نازلی قد وقامتین 

اوت جانمی آراسون آلور 

سماوارلار کیمین 

بی قرار الوشام  

الولانا الولانا 

 

 

 

 

او کهلیک دوشوی ترانه سی قالوب اورگیمدا 

گور نچه 

منی اوینادورسان 

گوزلار ینا 

ساز چالان زامان 

 

 

یار باخاندا 

جانومی آراسوندا 

گور نجه 

ملاحتینان قان قلخدورور 

 

 

 

هر اخشام 

گیلوم گوزگونی آراسوندا دی 

قینیه قینیه 

سماوار لار تک 

مه کیمین مریمم 

یاز گلدی 

هارداسان نوروز گلم

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در دوشنبه بیستم بهمن ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 17:19 |

some one 

which 

  to follow snow 

 

 

oh my god  

only

food prints  

is  

to be left he 

 

****************** 

 

 

i dont know 

what kind of a bird is she 

which 

sky is to be lost 

when 

her song is coming 

 

 ***************** 

 

 

rising 

and 

i always to talk her 

but 

with 

sweet-smelling apple 

only one time 

i had words  

 

 

***************** 

 

 

 

 

 my heart picture

to be come new 

every time 

which 

the moon open 

  and to shining behind the window 

 

 **************************

 

 

her picture is en closed 

with 

the heaven 

when 

her smiled is open in my heart 

 

 

 ********************************** 

 

a flowver that to growing 

in the winter 

told to the  bugail villaeas 

why dont every one knows this 

which 

i dont have any one in this town 

 **************************** 

     

oh look 

surprising 

a morning glory 

always to growing 

 in the river,s water muddy 

******************* 

 

 

 

my god 

the gardener polls grapevines 

and 

tears flowed down 

their eyes 

 alike

Dante that time which 

fell in love Beatrice 

******************* 

 

 

 

 

she read the whole my heart within 

a look 

tip tap 

tip tap 

tip tap 

....... 

listen well 

this sound was destroyed by 

her amorous glances 

..... 

ling time ago 

 

********************************* 

 

a lover and a beloved 

are communicate through 

a secret heart 

but 

Neurology..... 

are seeing a tumor 

in their brain 

 

 

************************* 

alone 

i am a peari-diver 

and 

i am going to deep in the ocean love 

this time which 

my eye-socket is full of your eyes wine 

 

*************** 

 

 

jealous 

is 

grow-up 

in 

my heart 

when 

she is make wine to the earth eyes 

in 

the winter intense cold 

 

****************** 

 

my mouth smell is 

  alike 

strawberry odour now 

oh yes  

way dont you know 

how is she 

which 

i am thinking about her lips 

now

+ نوشته شده توسط بهزاد قاسمي در دوشنبه سیزدهم بهمن ۱۳۹۳ و ساعت 18:12 |


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