Did it know ........?

picture: "valadimir Kush"

I was gazing at the moon

It was asking of you when the sun came out and I started to laugh

I always laugh when the sun comes out!

P.K Feb 95

 Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

Where the beating thing lies....

I will plant you in the Garden in my heart

Right in the center where the red beating thing lies

There will be butterflies singing in a corner

I will plant you there for safekeeping

And smell you every night

pictures: Vladimir Kush

You grow every day while my heart ages

And love grows strong

When the moon looks over jealous

And the flowering book is closed

I have you to show

 

 In the garden in my heart

Where the butterflies grow

You are the queen of the dance

We’ll laugh at my silly jokes

You’ll go up, you’ll go down

The most magnificent love

With the beating of my heart

 

 If I could only feel the rain

I would invite heaven

To take a picture

And send it to God

While I peacefully sleep

Next to you

In the Garden, under the rainbow!

p.k 2011

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

  (Your comments are greatly appreciated! :) )

While waiting....

I was going to scream:

“Hey! You need to give me that job Mr. C”. But he truly didn’t have too. He didn’t need to do such thing. No one had to!!! Ha….

It is pink to think we can force people’s hands in doing what we want even if the bullets don’t land at the core.

My heart is being pressed with emotions:

Worried, scared, disappointed!

Pictures: Vladimir Kush   Sea and Ship

I think I might hang myself!

“I truly am capable! Are you crazy Mr.?! Can’t you see the brilliance in me that is mine. Did anyone else shine brighter?”

Probably, if so I have too much shade blocking my glow!

What am I thinking? Is this an ever lasting negotiation between my heart and my capabilities?

I think my heart is being pressed under so much wants. I told him:

“Unfair is if I couldn’t walk…..

Unfair is if I was in a plane crash……

Unfair is if my child was born without legs like a fish….

Unfair could be if I didn’t have lips to kiss the Dawn…”

 

But, not getting the job I want is far from not being fair. It’s just a window.

Maybe a window is an opening so I can throw my imagination in a hat and scream… YAHoooo!

 Maybe a window is an opening for me to carry my numb body through a field and dance naked under cold, cold water.

Maybe you sir will stand in a corner looking at my naked dance wishing you could dance with me if you only knew how!

If you knew all my capabilities maybe I would get this job and if you couldn’t see my wings under that dark, stiff suite so be it!!

I must say sir: “your loss!” since I can fly and I have a map.

There, I can hear a waterfall that calls my name. There is a blue bird swimming, waiting for me. I shall awaken with a kiss and hold the colors that are flowers of my imagination.

You don’t know me Sir! Now, I can hardly recognize myself.

When I travel and go far away I’ll make sure to bring back a yellow blanket and wrap myself in it. It’s warm and cozy, room   for only one.  

I’ll take it to the dance of monkeys.We’ll all dance and the stars shall sparkle.

I’m no longer worried! You can give that job to another someone who can lie down on the warm sand. But make sure they know how to make foot prints and if you pass my castle the one I made in the snow look for my footprints they have yellow and red shades.

 

The footprints shall carry my dream inside the open window where I quietly sleep, dreaming of me and a crowd of monkeys dancing naked, jumping over castles, making footprints, while waiting……

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

 (comments are always greatly appreciated on these postings!)  p.k

She ate from the breeze in the window!

I am thinking of a girl

Pictures: Vladimir Kush

who slept on the moon

ate from the breeze in the window

 
She walked on the roof

no fear of heights

made love between closed doors

 Every morning woke up among the clouds

understood the cold wind at night

and adored open windows!

She hugged the exuberance of living in one sip

never alone in the crowd

And in love with two fish

Orange they were

She was awake!

 

I shall blow my dreams up

it will reach the moon

From there it will stop by the sun

Maybe it rises!

                                                                 p.k June 09

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

A letter to a brother (Soldier)

Pictures: Valdimir Kush

 

 When you come back

mom that has cried a river

can swim and wash off the pain

When you come back

you can have the old train set

I’ll give your leather jacket back

It’s too big anyway

When you come back

I’ll fill all the balloons in the world

they’ll go up to the sky

you’ll be the rainbow, if God has eyes!

When you come back

we’ll go down the river

we shall race again
you will be the winner!

When you come back

we’ll go to antiwar rallies

to open this thing in   my heart 

I’ll scream the knot away

 When you come back

 your dog will stop barking
                                                                      I can sleep again

 You know, the river mom cried is the ocean

& I don’t dream of college no more!

When you come back

I’ll cut my hands

so you can be a dove

 
you can fly away

to join the world where there is no war

When you come back 

can I fly with you?

will you come back?

will you fly away? 

         

                             Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

This poem is dedicated to all the high school students who join the army with a dream of having a better life!

                                                                                                                                                                           

A fish came by

Standing upside down on one finger 

A fish came by:

“Dancing in the moonlight, yeah?”

Pictures by Valadimir Kush

I wasn’t dancing

This was a new perspective!

Upside down in water equals dancing in the moonlight!

I wish I could chew gum,

Bubbles in the water! Bubble gum

I was going nowhere

Water was still hanging heavy

Still breathing

Anxious to find a rope

Dance Under Moonlight - by Vladimir Kush

Dancing in the moonlight

I formed a shape

A flower!

 tied myself tight to that rope

To the empty nothing

kept that dance

Flew over the shadow that screamed free me

A lobster cut the transparent rope

I was on top, water beneath

Sunlight on my skin held me warm

If I could only understand the sun

The pain will go away

I’m no longer empty

 have a purpose

warm

Can’t hear anything

No one is screaming

Love is floating

 Dancing in my memory

I make a turn

wake up

Something is standing

Upside down in the water

A fish comes by……

P.k Oct 11

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

Tulips are still red,Let's jump to the moon!"

Pictures: Valadimir Kush

Hold my hands

 While the tulips are still red

Lets walk up the back allies of Gardenia in my mind

 




Sleeping, holding each other tight
Till there is time

Let’s swim in the cold lake 

 Hugging the red Tulip once more

In the dark night

 Let’s get all excited by the sound of the train

Climbing the staircase that bypasses all grandness

Hold out our hands  

Feel the moon

Take my hand

To jump over the closed minded space

Staring at the moon, Today!

Weep for the childhood we never had

Look into my eyes

Parallel lines are turning my green soul, yellow

Between the lines

You will find a small blinking star

Watching a mermaid swim

Her feet in water, hands on the moon

Rolling in the grass of dreams

Eating pomegranate

Drip ,drip, drip

Pomegranate juice is splashing all over me

Like chickenpox

 

 You lick me

I taste like strawberry

You taste like pomegranate

I wear my boots

To run in the rain

“Hey, you!”

You yell at the car that splashed water

All over me

 Tulips are still red

My clothes still wet

Let’s jump to the moon.

P.K Nov, 09

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

I can laugh at a swans's hiccup

At times I might laugh at a swan's hiccup...

Ok! Today I made a pack. I will just type the first thing I find in one of my note books. There is usually some sort of a poem I have in one form or another in back of my note books!

Notebook#1 ! Oops! Nothing, Nada, Zeech! (These are by the way the expressions I use with my students to emphasis the value of zero!) to my surprise there was only private Gibberish!

Maybe note book #2 is the charm? It has to be  Yes there are somethings that looks like a poem or a poem want to be. So here we go: (pictures byValadimr Kush and poem by me)

In my road of desire

Paintings: V ladimir Kush

I might have been water

In front of a duck

I tasted the sun

At times I might laugh 

at a swan's hiccup
or cherish a Stork's sneeze!

 


Moon can't cover the width of my wants

Since I love the ocean

being a stranger in my own town

makes me cry

 



Many of times

I have traveled unpaved roads

and adored the night

In it's vastness

one can play hide and .........

 

I love hiding behind a tree

I understand sitting 

quietly screaming in a corner

crying in peace

I raised a flower so deep

it lost it's petals

one by one

My thoughts grew 

developed, took shape

then vanished

What I loved most

became a stranger

and died tomorrow!
 

Some one who looked like a ghost said:

"You! So lovely!

in you exists the new breath

You shall be mine"

that made me laugh

In God's longest night

I gave the fire dance

for the moon and butterfly

"belonging to..."
That made me cry!
P. sometime last year.....

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

  I know that I will have no time to post my poems once school starts but I'll try to randomly post them here.:)