Stretch your hand to touch the Sun!: October 2012

Friday, October 26, 2012

poor fish!

You fried my pet fish

Picture:Vladimir Kush

in a cold,cold night

my eyes shamed to be!

In a swift moment
living was ridiculed
love vanished

The sun that dried my hair

Froze

Turned to ice

Became ice cream

ice cream a Knife in my heart

cut my legs

I was hopping around the cooked fish

breath in breath out

not to die

from exuberance of living

It's a new dawn
I'm still alive
the fish still flies in the crystal bowl
and me
in my castle
faraway from you!
P.K Aug,12

Scarecrow of my image

A small scarecrow built in my image

Picture:Viladimir Kush

fell off the bike
broke

but I'm still ridding

till infinite tomorrow...

P.K 5,09

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Saturday, October 20, 2012

Let's dance, rain or no rain..

Paintings by:Vladimir Kush

As we are fighters we dance

Dance through the storm I’ve heard!

As we are fighters sleeping is no option

Even with one leg

Even with no legs

And didn’t the frog jump with no legs?

As we are fighters dark is not acceptable

We shall follow the rainbow of the promised star

We shall walk head up

Strong over all the thorns

the flowers thrown our way!

or the volunteer valleys

that show up like a hiccup

an obstacle to be danced through

As we are fighters we never loose sight

Of the star in the horizon

sparkling...

And even though far

When your soul dares to dream

And your heart dares to love

There is no road long enough

To keep you from flying

so let's dance through the rain

No option but to stand up!

Head high, goal clear

There is a sparkling star in my horizon

And I bet your horizon

That will carry you through

There,

I can see destiny calling

And I shall dance to the end

Head high

Song in my soul

With or without flowers

Let's dance through the rain

The future is now

The rose garden not promised, but in reach

Let's stretch our hands and touch the sun

Tomorrow is a sparkling star waiting

Let’s reach it dancing!

Rain or no rain

Let's reach it,
head high

Strong

Let’s dance

Rain or no rain!

P.K October ,2012

(This is this weeks poem! :) What is your outlook on life? Do you agree or not that one should play well with the cards dealt? leave me your comments)

The blueprint

When I die…………………..

The blueprint I hope to leave behind for my lovely boys.

Painting by: Vladimir Kush

When I die it will be of no importance if I cooked dinner the night before. It would not matter if you guys lived in a tidy house or if flowers were smiling on my dinning table.

It will matter how I tucked you in at night. Night after night and the tenderness of my touch will put a hand mark on your heart forever.

When I die it won’t matter if I had the best of clothes or the worst of them. It will matter that I took you to your soccer practice day after day and then night after night read you those silly stories. You know that might not even matter, what matter is the kind of prints I can print in your small heart to remember me by.

It would matter I hope that I love you more than life itself. It would matter that I think of you as the greatest invention in the history of mankind. I made you after all with god helps I suppose! :)

But you know that won’t really matter either! What really matters is the warmth you will feel anytime you see a mother rushing to hold her child or the warmth of hugging the pillow I made just for you!

Do you think that matters? I surely hope it does. I will love you to it and I will keep loving you so the memories can keep you warm when I’m gone.

You know what matters? The laughs we share. The jokes we tell. The comfort and the closeness we feel when we are near each other.

Life is short my angel so I want to make these prints on your heart so you can carry me within you through eternity the same way I carry you everywhere.

The glory of our being is not the material things we possess but the hearts we touch and I’ll leave that as a listen to you the same listen that I was taught by a great lady (Dearest Leondus).

“Dearest Granny, I have never told you how your prints are carrying me through and through and through. You will never know how much I love you and the way I needed you so, but the prints you left on my heart!Yes! Those prints you left gave me a path so I won’t be lost in this game we call life and forever and more I am grateful. You are an image in all my poems and forever live in my heart.”

And, now my son if I can leave a path on your heart to keep you through the roughness of life I have done my job. Through the ups and downs the big and the small, then I have done what really matters and you will do the same one day for a lovely kid who will love you forever the same way I love you.

P.K April 6,2011 for my two lovely boys.
Dear reader, this week didn't get a chance to type a poem but I had this piece and I love to know your thoughts as what do you think really matters in life?leave me you thoughts. Peace :)

Friday, October 12, 2012

Shadow of a memmory

To Leondus Gussenhoven (Grammy)

You walk on my heart

The moon is out

Traces of your finger drying my tears

Warms me in the cold nights

While you make love in the cloud

My eyes dream of the moon

Hoping to see you once more

Do you remember the Last Night!

Pictures:Vladimir Kush

Under the Persian sky

The moon

You

Tears

My tears

You promised
"I'll meet you at the moon!"

you said, holding back tears
"Every night

I’ll be looking at the same moon

we won’t be far after all!”

Through the night I walk

Grabbing a memory

staring at the moon

To see you again

Do you know
how I awaited the monthly gifts
the ones you sent
that came from heart
that smelled like you

It was never the things
it was always the smell
your smell
your perfume
I wrapped in my quiet
with the promise of a hope nearby
that-helped me breath color
under the thorns

And then they stopped
But,not the moon
every night
the shadow of your memory shines

While you quietly sleep on the cloud
The four year old eyes

of a grown woman

waits for the moon

Remembering our final night together

You wiping my tears

the last night
when my heart laughed

When my heart died!

You, among the clouds
me on the gorund
eyes fixed on the moon
my heart tells the story
of gratitude
angeles and tears
tears and possibility

Now you are eternal
I declare
you forever live
in the lines on my soul

and you know frankly
I don't need the moon to feel you near...

Oct 2012, P.K
Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh
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Friday, October 5, 2012

Playing on a mirage

A river will come

It should

I’ve been waiting for years

I’ve planted a tree

By my house

It's cloudy

There will be rain

I’ve been too homesick

hoping for the river
I sat for long

Waiting for a thought

Till the winds blew home

I played on a mirage so

that I sank

I saw a hand that was not one

My momentary life

Carried my far away memories

On the backs of a balloon that popped

It’s no longer there, yesterday

Only today

Only tomorrow

Tomorrow a river will come

I have planted a tree

I took a picture from the Pelican

Can you believe that?

With a new air that’s alive

Tomorrow is another day

The day after touch
and it killed the momentary life of today

A day shall come

This time I'll give today to the river

And I’ll sit next to the tree

Waiting for tomorrow

Tomorrow maybe I’ll ride the balloon

In one moment

To reach eternity

Somewhere far

full of soul

there is the Daffodil’s party

I will go!

I’ll open the ties of today

There will be a balloon

near the river

A river

A tree

A balloon

Tomorrow!....

p.k

(This is my poem for this week! :) Let me know what you think!:) I really appreciate your feedback.)