Poem – Page 6

À Paris

kill me if you want
but don’t take
Paris from me

stroll on Seine with Yves
Charles, pâté and wine
cigarette de soirée with Edith… Read more

I slept a day in Caracas
under the rubble of man
smacked many a one time
just the kiss of control
perverted to extreme
when

one sunny day in paradise
as heat climbs to heaven
I’m brought down to earth
to taste
life
flat, naked
of pretense
–shawnzahedi.com

Today

I’m born
again

a peacock

proud

flaunting
my beauty

for all to see

my feathers fly
against the wind
of bigotry and hate
and … Read more

as a child
we were told
don’t say a word
or make a sign
that shows
who you are
it doesn’t become you

because

I wear a scarf and join you
my beard no distraction
as you claim your right
and I by your side
you, the voice of

I had a dream…
Dr. King
on a journey
from Israel to Iran
and beyond
shining light
of love, compassion and acceptance
of humanity, humility,

just a little cheating
ruffles no feathers
and a little love
brightens sullen weather

that swanky single emerald
in stilettos and style
sips on cappuccino… Read more

swift whip of hand
smack on peach cheek
no tear, just torn veins
every night, clockwork
his right, a man
woman, object, subdued
not Sahara

woke up in sweat
perched over me
a thousand teeth
sharp, long, strong
each different shape and color
glittering at night
protecting me
on this