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Bob Gotti, 14 december 2013

A Day To Remember

A day to remember a special event, when by God, The Savior was sent,
To a wayward peoples below, of whom, The Lord, they would not know,
The Savior was sent for every Jew, a peoples whom The Lord foreknew,
Yet, the people would receive Him not, giving that nation a spiritual blot.

Yet, Christ was indeed Israel’s Savior, the One and Only Eternal Creator,
Sent as God’s Peace and Salvation, unto Messiah’s only chosen nation,
Messiah was sent down for His elect, yet, their Savior, men would reject,
By God’s very own, Christ was denied; and later by them to be crucified.

The rejection by Israel of Christ Jesus, would soon after benefit all of us,
As Messiah would turn to every nation, in doing so, fulfill His Revelation,
Just as the angels did herald, Good News and great joy, to all the world,
God’s Light was sent into every nation, as Christ is the world’s Salvation.

Today friend, does the world remember, Christ, during all of December?
Do people celebrate God’s Gift to all, or is Christ just something small?
Do we today have New Holiday cause, replacing God with Santa Claus?
Replacing the manger with a tree, with no thought at all towards Calvary!

Haven’t we learned from Israel’s mistake, or will many today still forsake,
A Savior, Who came in a humble way, to bring all Salvation, even today,
In spite of men’s failures in the past, Messiah offers all, salvation to last,
So today, accept God’s Gift of Christ, and you shall receive Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©11/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

Majnoon's lips

My best pretext for seeing you , was the new life which amorous swallows gave me. Now the enamored plants present you their loving voice with affected eyes since be enamored of your lips. When , in the moonlit night you captivated my heart with your love ,I didn't say any thing and kept quite because I didn't want to say any words about my sorrowness. But now , it's the time to know that there is a new road for me to take . The way which closed lips will open in her honor.
The views of the cloud are still like those days and words left as a memorial like the stories and the old temple of love becomes a part of my life .what can I do? This is enough for me to know that the life is a beginning of loves which are full of heartiness, sincerity and affections.
Therefore , moonlit nights are the beginning of new life for me.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The cloud of feeling

A kind of tumult raises in to my heart . I can't believe that my heart illusions came true. A familiar feeling calls me and says: you can touch the stars . you should just decide definitely. Now with this desire , I am traveling to the frost city to climb the mountain of love and reach it.
I will take you with myself in this journey since I know that you are a strange traveler who are all of my heart and soul and I am yours too.
Now open your amorous eyes and believe in me. And present the sea poem to the sea of the pride and say with me I love you with all of my heart and soul.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The expectation pearl

Our sincere naperies are still waiting for you to sit on the grass and accept our sincere grant along with acacia scent . The expectation of your waiters will come to the end and the closed doors will be opened one by one . and the sea sorrow , will changes to happiness .
Yes , your expectation made waiters to wait for you and sacrifices for you the sorrow pearl every Friday.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The eye to see

The sky of our city becomes more dark every day and our eyes blurred too. All of us are stay silent against any cruelty and don't say any word. My eyes like to see you and my heart is groaning . the tulips burnt and the flower hovered and our eyes became tearful with a sincere heart.
Now , I am praying for you to get ride of night darkness . Then my eyes see the light again.
So , describe for me the words and make my forehead to touch the ground , Then I can wear a dress which is made of flowers and can stay with you fore ever.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The sun city

Our city is waiting.
Our city is the one which its passion of lyrics expresses the sea poem and its roads are chocked with tears.
The chocks with sorrow as large as the dark night a which familiar feeling made it larger.
Yes, sun city is the city of lovers . The lovers who passed the sky of night and find a new way.
The lovers who all of the clean and sincere hearts need them. And the heart which can smooth the way. Depend upon the wind and think to the journey.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Anthony DiMichele, 13 december 2013

the box

unappointed
seditious
scurrilous
I hate to fall outside
the box
you make
in your unmindful minds
but in the beginning
was the myth
of reference
there really are many ways
to barbeque a baby
on the white house lawn
it's not the case in this case
fallibility can betray our last resort
mechanism that states nullification
is over 90 percent guaranteed
I am no slouch
I worked out all my contradictions in
kindergarten scripts
I was an enlightened gorilla
in a playground totality of plastic
I was an anarchist by five
I knew what I wasn't and it was everywhere
it made me sly with cunning
prefering the ways of twists and turns
to the logical line's ontology
I met every beautiful monster inside me
outside
and the life inside that showed me dreaming
was flying responsibly
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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013

The love desert

If you like the sea soil , you should wear a dress of mud and pray for raining.
Doubtlessly the clouds agree with you and pour their tears. And this is the same time when your night dreams become consonant with flying of the sound and whisper the pictured words on horizon line for you.
And there is the last time when the scent of your melody presents its complain of you to the messenger of the sound and the dawn , will touch the strange friend and will shoot the love bullet to the desert . The bullet may hit you since loves you.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013

The love complain

This is very hard to believe that a cottage may think. But our straw cottage is thinking about a glorious
Tomorrow .
The day when grief flames its green larynx and breaks the night glasses with a high intend and wide spirit.
Yes, a familiar feeling tells me to whisper the sea songs for you , but the song odor prevents me from doing this.
I don’t know what has happened ? but I am not mistaken, all these things are because of love complain from the sea grief which the melody of the kindness of the sea disgraced it to make it hear its love complain.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013

The unknown star

When I fell in love with you , I knew that we can make sea by drops and now I am very happy because I am going to marry you to be with you.
My heart feels a kind of pleasure and delightness which tells me about the past, from the season that my heart ravished and left me a memory along with the passions of the best pretext.
O, they men, really good days! The night in which the star became enamored with the meteor. And its brilliancies be scattered like the anemone petals.
The night in which there was nobody except me and you ,that was the moment
When your eyes looked at me and called me.

I can't believe that you didn’t hear my cry because of my loneliness. But be sure I try my beat to be with you every where, like your shadow. I promise you.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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