A land called Margoid

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 3/24/2013 1:33:00 AM

'On a sunny morningStanding on a marooned landThe view was breath takingIn a clear glass viewClear and placid, the view rested On the brown sandsTwo tall hillsA blue skyAnd a blue seaThe trees on the hillsAs green as they wereWere blooming on their bolesStrong as they wereAgainst air and stormThat presided to produce the sceneryStanding on a marooned landNamed MargoidWorshipping all that passed byI stood on the marooned landScreaming a songAs it played in my headThe sea’s waves were (...)'

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A Formidable Book

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 3/12/2013 2:17:00 PM

'In a field of rosesThere lay a tableAnd on it a leather covered bookSurrounding the fieldWere green colored treesBoles of treesThat bore long ranging branchesWeeds and herbs grew around themA thick forestThat bore a heavy airThat which was not breathableThe leathered bookAs formidable as it lookedHad white pagesWith several storiesOf storms that fellRivers that flowedAnd humans that walkedAt a glance they looked like fairy talesWhich were created of the pastOnce walked by godsIn a d(...)'

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A High Stool Seat

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 2/21/2013 9:44:00 PM

'Sitting on a high stool in a cottage roomI thought to myselfWhere did my freedom go?Sitting on a high stool in a cottage roomI lent myself a whisperWhere did my freedom go?Singing on that stoolI sat there in the shadow of a roofWhite colored surfaceWaiting to reflect a light In a shadowed roomThe curtains of the windowsWere half openLending itself to the viewOf a clear starry nightThe moonlight gave inThe room still darkThe white colored surfaceWaiting to reflect a lightIn the shado(...)'

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Roads of gravel

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 2/9/2013 3:35:00 PM

'On the road to the rocky hillThat lay towards the NorthWith a snow caped peakI was on my wayWalking through the deserted roadAs smooth as ice and gravelly on the banksThe gravel and the forest met on their eavesTo the left and to the rightAnd we walked togetherWith posts and signs showing upEvery now and thenAs if they were put in placeWith efficacy and needTo control the walkers of that roadThe walkers to the rocky hillWith a snow caped peakSome I shruggedAnd some I walked to where(...)'

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Durin's Bed

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 1/28/2013 1:22:00 AM

'On an island of DurinIn the far east ward caveThere lay a stoneA flat stony bedA hallway stoodWith mounted pillarsShoulder widthGoing east to westA passage way existedBetween each set of rowsEach pillar mounted on a podium rockThe gold that glitteredThe ornament that was placedWere placed as runesAround the stony bedThe island of DurinWe were put on to safeguardThe caves that glitteredOf gold and diamondsThe fissures that lieIn the roof aboveAmong the stonesThat brought daylightThe (...)'

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A walk in the park

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 1/9/2013 11:22:00 PM

'In a mellow worldAs I walk in the parkI have no words to sayNo words to speakThe thoughts were placidAs the river flowsInto the deepOff shoreLooking for wordsI danced down the merry parkAmong the peopleWho had come for a walkOut there on a benchOn each endTranscended two figuresShadowy staturesWith philosophical handsEyes protruding towards meI watched them direct me to a seat beside themAnd as they shook and quiveredTheir shadows seemed to blurFrom the projectiles that had given th(...)'

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Seventeen Doors

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 12/2/2012 1:04:00 AM

'In the four storied wallThere hanged seventeen doorsDoors of brownWith shades of greenThe front brown entrance was decoratedWith leaves and flowersA call way to a special placeA place of eternityThe storied walls were all whiteWith sharp endsAnd had hanging brown verandasStanding outI deemed to walk inInto the unknown hallwaysThe penchant blue placeWhere the saints livedAnd gave adviceThe place was a few steps awayThe doors within were part of that unknown territoryStill far wa(...)'

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The Cold North Wind

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 11/18/2012 3:01:00 PM

'The seasons have changedWith the air moving in from the north and the eastBlowing cold air in the city’s scapeWalking on the roads I reached a cornerThe bustling of that streetWas perplexing a sightBlue ribbons and flagsWere waved aroundThe intent of the message unknownAs I stood at that corner I reachedAs my head bobbed from one side to the otherIt was evident what the parade was all aboutThey called for the freeAnd the people on the streetsTo join the charadeOf their god given fre(...)'

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The Throne of Estroid

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 9/27/2012 1:24:00 AM

'I dare to sit on the throne of EstroidThe world’s most ferocious leaderWho strayed in to the worldWith a Sherlash in his handThe throne was left aloneSo vacated it stayedOn the planet of LumoidHe would be found no whereWith a leader so perishedThe throne and its gameHad the world’s patriots by its sideRepresenting the massFor the long passing of the fuhrer As I roamed around the arm chairIt seemed so ordinaryAnd the making of fateSo seemed in my handIt was a SherlashSo it seeme(...)'

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Meeting with the horizon

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 9/13/2012 2:27:00 PM

'The miles from the beach and the horizonAre so near That the climb to the endIs a matter of fashion and fadI could walk or boat or shipTo the very frontAnd sit beside the horizonAnd gaze at its illusionThe calls come to me As I stand at the beachIn waves, some large and some smallSo I look around for a boat or a shipTo find my legs looking for a bridgeSo I waveringly started walkingTowards those wavesSome large, some smallThey moved towards in such team work and clicksThat admiratio(...)'

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Unknown depths

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 9/9/2012 3:20:00 PM

'The blue ripples on the sea surfaceWere rippling by with disregard to timeThey were in the process of creating depthsDepths of the seaTo be seen by the naked eyePeople all around seemed to be lostLost in timeThe time that discussed and held their desiresDesires of the seen and the toldAnd their eyes were glossed with delightAs they watched their desires walk byPeople looked around as they walked in groupsA grouping that they could understandThe depths of which were held by timeWith (...)'

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Transcending Fields

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 8/25/2012 4:06:00 PM

'I sit on a stool in the midst of a roomClosing my eyes I see a fieldOf flowers and liliesOf banyans and weedsIt feels so beautiful to be in fragranceThat we smell the airTogether in the sunOf free birds that swimAnd the air the bellowsThe warmth of the windIs what keeps it saneShadows crawlAs the clouds nearCalled by the greenTo quench their thirstSitting there on a stoolThere is no cover headBelieving that the shadows Would have been at bayI open my eyesAnd find out that the time h(...)'

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Eternal Relationship

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 8/23/2012 4:43:00 PM

'There is a TV that shows some tunesIt sits on a table that underlines its weightIt glares at my face with an ever wanting despairThe walls around it are squared at its cornersAnd adjoins a floor that is as wide as can beThe floor is carpeted with accessories that sit around a camp With a bon fire in the middleIt showcases a storey of books that shelf’s around its waresAnd the room is draped with infinite abilitiesThe ceiling is above me sitting with its white gaping eyesSeeing and w(...)'

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The Bird’s Bane

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 8/9/2012 3:21:00 PM

'A bird sapling was free to moveWas free to dive from the cliffThe cliff was far aboveThe peak was an immediate dropFrom its corners, that was flat and plateauedThe bird went to the edgesSurfed around the tapestry of the viewThat surmounted her vision, her baneThe vision was a sky that was paleThe white clouds scattered in overcastThe sun shining bright through the gapsThe plateau drop was covered by her eye’s peripheral And whatever could be seen were The black boldered rocks with s(...)'

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Warrior’s Destination

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 8/6/2012 10:26:00 PM

'The war was lostAnd looming overThe warriors were fightingFor freedom they say!Were in the array for defeatA rude shock they didn’t want to believeBelief they must so as to surviveSo they borrowed a sword, a dagger, or a gunWhatever that came byOf the fallen, that lay besideThe fields had a fragranceThe fragrance that which they could smellThe fragrance of the deadThe deceased who were forgivingThe bodies who were invitingThey swung their armsThey swayed through the bulletsTo go on,(...)'

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Finding those words

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 8/6/2012 1:33:00 AM

'Words are so miffedThey seem to be nowhereTo find them beside meBut gone in the windThey seemed troubledBut heed not be writtenTheir wants are so leftDancing in the windWe seem to jiveFar away from on the seat of heavenSeeming to give notionTo their existenceThe book looks so emptyWithout those wordsThose words that are writtenInto space for now'

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Bridge beside the Cavern Gate

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 7/21/2012 5:42:00 PM

'At the Cavern GateI hear the sounds of the so called doomThey were far flung awayIn the sunlit darkHear I could with intentThe dale belowWas an empty taleThe plateau just outsideWas a far flung bowshot fall from its neck all roundThe depth far belowThe plateau stood on a thin trickery of stoneThe gate beside the plateauPassed through a tunnelWith an invisible cloakAs it liked to be hiddenThe lore of the mountainsHidden by its cloakWas past in the dark, the shadows of the heavensAs i(...)'

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The Chest of Runes

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 7/16/2012 11:32:00 PM

'Singing a song at the burrow’s nestI seem to wary of the words that flowThey seem to wield a blunt swordFrom their scabbard with favorite runesThey stop and sight their favorite feastAnd upon them they shower their giftThey wield the sword as if they ruleFrom their scabbard that wields the bluntAs I sing at the burrow’s nestI seem to wonder of the words that flowFrom the scabbard with my favorite runesShowered upon my favorite feastThey seem to wield an often flameThe flame that cat(...)'

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Their Emerald’s Sway

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 7/16/2012 10:44:00 PM

'Bright lights dawnShimmering rays shineThey vanish as they reach sightThe rays don’t gleamThe rays don’t touchThe cold withinNumbs it allThe words that singThe words that swimThey reach herWithout delightThey seem not careOf none that gleamThey are swayedBy the emerald’s swayThe cold withinThat numbs it allIs bright as shineIs white as goldThe rays won’t gleamThe rays won’t touchAs none withinWill be their emerald’s sway'

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The Edges of Mirkwood

Author : Hushang Irani      Blog : Hushang Irani - Thinkerville      Date : 6/20/2012 10:10:00 PM

';;; In the land of Mirkwood I still roamUpon its edges I still strollThe winds from the east, the west, and the southI walk the edges to the NorthThe borders as fenced going high aboveThe sharpness of the façade, it treasured its flameThe grassy shrubs, the grassy herbs, and the rosewood treesThey walked like Ents across the borderQueer lads they seemed to beThey lived in the deep, inside the Mirkwood wallsTreasuring its flame from the wind that blowsThey stayed to shelter its risin(...)'

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