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Iran launches a turbaned monkey into space
Iran launches a turbaned monkey into space To boost the reputation of its fall from grace. The theocrats must prove they are scientific- Not backward and superstitious country hicks. O monkey, your name is Supreme Ayatollah- The chattering vicegerent of … Continue reading
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Lord and Master, may we
Lord and Master, may we Love you more and more, And drown in our longing For the ocean’s far shore. Print Friendly
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Earth is but broken bone
Earth is but broken bone Soaked with blood sown From Soul’s ancient desire: Love’s longing will be won. Print Friendly
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When a man pulls out his dick and reveals a gun
When a man pulls out his dick and reveals a gun, He is confessing: I am more macho than anyone. America the beautiful and the utterly flaccid, Cannot swallow enough viagra to be respected. The impotence of our rage drives us … Continue reading
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All my love, all my pain
All my love, all my pain Is embraced by your name. Each deep and conscious breath Exhales a bit of blame. Print Friendly
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The magic play of her eyebrow like a crescent
The magic play of her eyebrow like a crescent Drives me crazy with lust for her heavenly scent. The poet protests love loves not those whom love Fattens, but makes destitute: such is his reproof. O God, bent and witless … Continue reading
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Lives of regret fire my longing for eyes of light
Lives of regret fire my longing for eyes of light: Despair is the veil that will reveal lips of delight! The body of my idol is stark naked purity, And her curves are full of robust sanctity. The chains of … Continue reading
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Hafez is the Saqi of wine
Hafez is the Saqi of wine, Drunk on divine Shirazi dregs. His ghazals are a ruby glass Darvish daily praises and begs. Print Friendly
What God or gods will hear out our tale to the very end
What God or gods will hear out our tale to the very end; We drone a tune on and on not even we comprehend. The dull pain of stone is a song locked away in granite That groans for ten … Continue reading
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Like a muffled fart in the middle of the night
Like a muffled fart in the middle of the night Are efforts to conceal by the-not-so-very-bright. Such gas will asphyxiate one’s own bed fellow When concealed and trapped by someone so callow. Beware of the suave and perfumed rabble, who … Continue reading
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