زین هواهای عفن زین ابهای ناگوار

پست نگار:م.رحیمی

No more blame i am destined to keep you save
gotta rescue the flame
gotta rescue the flame in your heart

no more blood, i will be there for you my love
i will stand by your side
the world has forsaken my gir

she's fading away
away from thís world
drifting like a feather
she's not like the other girls
she lives in the clouds
and talks to the birds
hopeless little one
she's not like the other girlsl

i should have seen it would be this way
i should have known from the start what she's up to
when you've loved and you've lost someone
you know what it feels like to lose

she's fading away
away from thís world
drifting like a feather
she's not like the other girls
she lives in the clouds
and talks to the birds
hopeless little one
she's not like the other girls

no more shame, she has felt too much pain, in her life
in her mind she's repeating the words
all the love you put out will return to you

 she's fading away
away from thís world
drifting like a feather
she's not like the other girls
she lives in the clouds
and talks to the birds
hopeless little one
she's not like the other girls i know.

پست نگار: م. رحيمي

 Mary.rahimi.84@gmail.com

اعتراف

من زندگی را دوست دارم ،

ولی از زندگی دوباره می ترسم !

دین را دوست دارم ،

ولی از کشیش ها می ترسم !

قانون را دوست دارم ،

ولی از پاسبان ها می ترسم !

عشق را دوست دارم ،

ولی از زن ها می ترسم !

کودکان را دوست دارم ،

ولی از آیینه می ترسم !

سلام را دوست دارم ،

ولی از زبانم می ترسم !

من می ترسم ، پس هستم !

این چنین میگذرد روزُ روزگار من !

من روز را دوست دارم ،

ولی از روزگار می ترسم !

 حسین پناهی

پست نگار: م. رحیمی

پست نگار: م. رحیمی

وان مواعید که کردی مرواد از یادت

پست نگار: م. رحيمي

 Mary.rahimi.84@gmail.com

" اری و من با چشمان خود سیبل اهل کومی را دیدم که در قفسی اویخته بود و چون  کودکان بر او نیش می زدند که سیبل چه می خواهی؟ پاسخ داد می خواهم بمیرم."  تی. اس. الیوت "سرزمین سترون"

خیلی از این مردم

چون علف پای گیلاس افرینش روییده اند

و خداوند

از خلق این خلایق متاسف است.

دیروز  عزراییل را دیدم

با همان کیف پستچی مابش

پر از قبض روح

و به سراغ مشترکین می رفت

مصرف عمر من بالا رفته

خیلی زود نوبت من می شود.

پست نگار: م. رحيمي

 Mary.rahimi.84@gmail.com

سزای پرنده است.

فرصت پرواز را به گیاه می بخشد.

پست نگار: م. رحیمی

Mary.rahimi.84@gmail.com

اما

ارام ارام.

پست نگار: م. رحیمی

تا حالا فکر کردی اگه کم بیاری خوردت می کنه زیر پا لهت می کنه یه جوری که خودتم صدای خود شدن استخوناتو بتونی بشنوی. روزگار رو می گم. چند وقت پیش یه جا یه جمله ای خوندم به این مضمون " زانو نمی زنم حتی اگر سقف اسمان از قد من کوتاه تر باشد." نه زانو نمی زنم کم هم نمی ارم!

Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for ?
I guess I'm learning (I'm learning learning learning)
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning (turning turning turning)
Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah yeah
Ooh, inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Yeah yeah, whoa wo oh oh

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on) yeah yeah
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on)
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show

Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the show
On with the show
The show - the show must go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on

پست نگار: م.رحیمی

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pains of being a man

 Dr Johnson

IF      

If you can keep your head

when all about you are losing theirs

And blaming it on you.

If you can trust yourself

when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too.

If you can dream and not make dreams your master.

If you can think and not make thoughts your aim.

If you can meet with triumph and disaster.

And treat those two impostors just the same.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken

And stoop and build'em up with worn out tools.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss.

If you can force your heart, and nerve, and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone

And so "hold on" when there is nothing on you

except the will which says to them "hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue

Or walk with kings, nor lose the common touch.

If neither foe nor loving friend can hurt you.

If all men count with you ... but none too much.

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

with sixty seconds worth of distant run.

Yours is the earth, and everything that's in it.

And which is more ... You'll be a Man, my son

by Kippling

كجايي اي انسان؟
عصاره ي عصيان،
چگونه مسخ شدي
با سكوت خو كردي؟
تو اي فريده ي هر افريده
بر تو چه رفت؟
كه از خداي خود
پروردگار بي همتا،
به لابه
مرگ مفاجات ارزو كردي؟

پست نگار: م. رحيمي
Mary.rahimi.84@gmail.com

IF SHE WILL BE LOVED

NUMB  
 
i'm tired of being what you want me to be
feeling so faithless
lost under the surface
i don't know what you're expecting of me
put under the pressure
of walking in your shoes
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
every step that i take is another mistake to you

i've
become so numb
i can't feel you there
become so tired
so much more aware
i'm becoming this
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you

can't you see that you're smothering me
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
cause everything that you thought i would be
has fallen apart right in front of you

[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
every step that i take is another mistake to you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
and every second i waste is more than i can take

but i know
i may end up failing too
but i know
you were just like me
with someone disappointed in you

م.رحیمی

Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I want to call you but I know you won't be there

I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you
Someday I feel broke inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just want to hide 'cause it's you I miss
You know it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?
There's nothing I want to do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes and see you looking back

I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself
If I had just one more day, I would tell you how much that
I've missed you since you've been away

Oh, it's dangerous
It's so I'm afraid to try to turn back time

I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself

By hurting you

پست نگار م.رحیمی

"I Don't Need A Man"

I see you looking at me
Like I got something for you
And the way that you stare
Don't you dare
'Cause I'm not about to
Just give it on up to you
'Cause there are some things I won't do
And I'm not afraid to tell you
I don't ever want to leave you confused

The more you try
The less I bite
And I don't have to think it through
You know if I'm into you

I don't need a man to make it happen
I get off being free
I don't need a man to make me feel good
I get off doing my thing
I don't need a ring around my finger
To make me feel complete
So let me break it down
I can get off when you ain't around
Oh!

You know I got my own life
And I bought everything that's in it
So if you want to be with me
It ain't all about the bling you bringing
I want a love that's for real
And without that then no deal
And baby I don't need a hand
If it only wants to grab one thing

The more you try
The less I bite
And I don't have to think it through
You know if I'm feeling you

I don't need a man to make it happen
I get off being free
I don't need a man to make me feel good
I get off doing my thing
I don't need a ring around my finger
To make me feel complete
So let me break it down
I can get off when you ain't around

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
[Repeat 4X]

I don't need a
I don't need a man, I don't
I don't need a man
I'll get me through
'Cause I know I'm fine
I feel brand new

I don't need a
I don't need a man, I don't
I don't need a man
I'll make it through
'Cause I know I'm fine
Without you!

I don't need a man to make it happen
I get off being free
I don't need a man to make me feel good
I get off doing my thing
I don't need a ring around my finger
To make me feel complete
So let me break it down
I can get off when you ain't around
Oh!

I don't need a man (I'm over you)
I don't need a man (I'm over you)
I don't need a man
(I'm without you)
(I'm over you)

I don't need a man
I don't need a man
I don't need a man

 پست نگار: م رحیمی

I have sth in it that u can't guess

I have a heart,the spring of all strength

So don't be proud of yourself

Coz my heart will ace

Sunny

some are happy

some are not

look! how they run

under the rain

all try to find a shelter

but me....me

see the whole world

see God

in each drop of the rain

Sunny

full of thoughts that whirl

in my mind and say

all good things is yours

no doubt for sure

I have a good friend

whose words and cares

take me to the heaven

Sunny

the sound of thunder and light

the bow of each leaf

in front of each drop of the rain

whisper something in my brain

that... I'm still alive

should live my life

Sunny

when somebody is very nice today but tomorrow

just coz of his own sorrows

gets angry with you

even wants to shoot your shadow

till you say to yourself

forget that damn fellow

coz his mind is narrow

every one passes and gives you a shock 

if you get the message in the inside

everything will be all right

and you'll see at the end of the tunnel

nothing

but...light

Sunny

 دوازده گل سرخ بر موهاي بلقيس

 (اين شعر براي او كه تنها مانده .م.)

بر ويرانه هاي عصر جهالت افتاد

و من در ميانه ي دندانه هاي عصري كه

شعر را

چشمان زن را

و گل سرخ ازادي را مي بلعد

در هم شكستم.

*

. *

*

مي دانستم او كشته خواهد شد

زيرا جهت نماي غرور او

بزرگتر از جهت نماي شبه جزيره بود.

شكوه او نگذاشت

در عصر انحطاط زندگي كند.

روح رخشان او نگذاشت

در تاريكي سر كند.

*

غرور رفيع او

دنيا را برايش كوچك كرده بود

به اين سبب چمدانش را بست

و اهسته بر نوك انگشتان پا

بي هيچ كلامي

ان را ترك گفت...

*

هراسي از اين نداشت

كه سرزمين مادري اش او را بكشد

هراس او اين بود

كه سرزمين مادري اش خود را بكشد.

*

چون ابرهاي بارور شعر

بر دفترهاي من باريد

شراب... عسل...و پرستو را

ياقوت سرخ را.

*

و بر احساس من پاشيد

بادبان ها را... پرندگان را

شب هاي پر از ياس را.

پس از رفتنش عصر اب به پايان رسيد

و عصر تشنگي اغاز شد.

*

هميشه احساس مي كردم در حال رفتن است

در چشمانش همواره بادبانهايي بود

اماده ي عزيمت بر پلكهاي او.

هواپيمايي در حركت براي اوج گرفتن.

در كيف دستي او از نخستين روز پيوندمان

پاسپورتي بود.... بليت هواپيمايي و ويزاهايي براي ورود

به سرزمين هايي كه هرگز نديده بود

زماني از او پرسيدم

اين همه كاغذ پاره ها را چرا در كيف داري؟

گفت: وعده ي ديداري دارم با رنگين كمان.

*

پس از اينكه كيف او را از ميان ويرانه ها به دستم دادند

و من پاسپورت او را، بليت هواپيمايش را، ويزاهايش را ديدم

دريافتم كه با بلقيس الراوي پيوند نبسته بودم

من همسر رنگين كمان بودم...

*

وقتي زني زيبا مي ميرد

زمين تعادل خود را از دست مي دهد

ماه صد سال عزاي عمومي اعلام مي كند

و شعر بيكار مي شود.

*

بلقيس الراوي

بلقيس الراوي

بلقيس الراوي

اهنگ نام او را دوست داشتم

بارها زير زبان مي نواختمش

نام من در كنار نام او به وحشتم مي انداخت

چون وحشت از گل كردن درياچه اي زلال

ناساز كردن سمفوني زيبا.

*

اين زن نبايد بيشتر مي زيست

خود نيز، اين را نمي خواست

او چون شعله ي شمع بود و فانوس

و چون لحظه ي شاعرانه

كه پيش از اخرين سطر

به انفجار مي رسد....

شاعر : نزار قبانی

پست نگار : م. رحیمی

و خاطر مارمولکی را می خواست

مارمولک آفتاب را دوست داشت

و قورباغه باران را

به همین خاطر آنها همدیگر را نمی دیدند

مگر روز هایی که هوا ابری بود

ولی آنها آنقدر به هم علاقه داشتند که

مارمولک چتری برای قورباغه خرید

و قورباغه یک عینک آفتابی به مارمولک داد

بعد از آن

آنها همیشه با هم بودند

شاعر: دیدیه دومون

پست نگار: بنفشه رافع

من در هر نوروزی مرغ می شوم و روی شاخه درخت می نشینم.

در هر نوروزی لبم کودک می شود و مثل بوسه ای روی دست پدرم می نشیند.

ببینید... ببینید... مثل اینکه آسمان دریاست و بادبادکم یک ماهی قرمز

ببینید ماهی قرمزم با بال ها و دم بلند و رنگارنگش

چه جوری در آسمان شنا می کند.

نوروز های آینده یکی از دیگری بهتر خواهند بود.

چشمم را می بندم

نوروز های نردبانم را بالا می روم

و در یکی از نوروز های آینده

بادبادکم را بر می دارم

و به دشت روبروی خانه مان می دوم.

هر چه می دوم از این سر تا آن سرش نمی رسم

و این همان دیاری است که هر شب عید

دشت و کوه و باغ و بیابانش

با آتش چهارشنبه سوری چراغان می شود.

شاعر: ثمین باغچه بان

نویسنده پست: بنفشه رافع