My Poetic Expressions

Oh First Past The Post

 

Oh First Past The Post,
I see that you did succeed;

But who said that human progress,
is linear or guaranteed;

There will be a day,
on which ignorance and fear will concede;

Till then the struggle for fairness,
will proceed.

Amir H. Ghaseminejad

Dec 21, 2018

 

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It is my lack of luck

 

If Rakhine had superior-grade onshore oil or Lithium peroxide,
I could easily prove that I was a victim of genocide;

I would get half a billion credit from big banks,
they would drop us arms, weapons and tanks;

Everybody would see my roots deep in this land,
No research was needed for UN to understand;

Game theoretical truth would be for idealist man,
We would become a pragmatic paradise like South Sudan;

Our complex social fabric would become simple,
Nobel prize would be given to me when an eye would twinkle;

Armies would be sent to defend our claim for repatriation,
Chevron would start drilling our black gold without proclamation;

There would be a referendum for Rohingastan independence,
A new country would be born with no precedence;

It is my lack of luck that the government is your friend,
When little is in my hand, you can get it all with no help on my end;

If Rakhine had superior-grade on shore oil or Lithium peroxide

Amir H. ghaseminejad
2 October, 2017

 

 

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Pass me over

 

I look for you dear,
thousands of years later.

Pass me over, this white water, Pharaohs still have power,
and slaves need you more than ever.

I am sure your staff will reappear,
out of sleeves of one from nowhere.

Amir H. Ghaseminejad,

April 2012

 

 

 

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I celebrate

 

Some don’t like anything smelling like religion,
I understand their historic rebellion.

Some say it is a myth, an addiction,
what would they say about a revolutionary fiction?

Some say it is a catholic invention,
I can guess Constantine’s intention.

Some want to know who was his father,
I think about the character of his mother.

Some want to know about affairs he had in private,
I am interested in what he did in public.

Some say he awakened the sleeping, the dead,
I am curious to slaves what he said.

Some say he cured the gentile, the deaf, the blind,
I feel the need for a man of this kind.

Some say we don’t know his birthday,
I don’t care it was on which day.

Some glorify Christmas just today,
I celebrate his birth everyday.

Amir H. Ghaseminejad
24 December, 2010

 

Pope Clement I (term c. 92–99), Pope Pius I (158–167) and Pope Callixtus I (c. 217–222) were former slaves

Converts to the new religion knew that Jesus had been a carpenter; they saw St. Paul exercise the occupation of a tentmaker (Acts 18:3; 1 Corinthians 4:12). “Neither did we eat any man’s bread”, said the Apostle, “for nothing, but in labour and in toil we worked night and day, lest we should be chargeable to any of you” (2 Thessalonians 3:8; cf. Acts 20:33, 34).

Absolute religious equality, as proclaimed by Christianity, was therefore a novelty. The Church made no account of the social condition of the faithful. Bond and free received the same sacraments. Clerics of servile origin were numerous (St. Jerome, Ep. lxxxii). The very Chair of St. Peter was occupied by men who had been slaves — Pius in the second century, Callistus in the third. So complete — one might almost say, so levelling — was this Christian equality that St. Paul (1 Timothy 6:2), and, later, St. Ignatius (Polyc., iv), are obliged to admonish the slave and the handmaid not to contemn their masters, “believers like them and sharing in the same benefits”. In giving them a place in religious society, the Church restored to slaves the family and marriage.

Heroic Christians are known to have sold themselves into slavery to deliver slaves (St. Clement, “Cor.”, 4; “Vita S. Joannis Eleemosynarii” in Acts SS., Jan., II, p. 506)

http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/14036a.htm

 

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Published on Feb 7, 2012

این شعر را به تمام ایرانیان اعم از

ترک و لر و کرد و فارس وعرب و بلوچ و ترکمن و گیلانی و مازندرانی و بندری

تقدیم میکنم .

 

 اهل ایرانم

 نسبم شاید
 به زنی شاعره در شهر بخارا برسد
 به مهاجر مردی
 آریایی فردی
آمده آرام
تا بخارا
از شرق

 

لیک میدانم

نسبم شاید برسد ازسویی
به بلوچی نستوح
یا یل دستان

یا زن ترکی
ساقی شیراز
عاشق بستان

پدرم شاید
بوده افغانی
مادرم شاید
برده چنگیز

مادرم شاید
یک زن ترساست
پدرم شاید
ارمنی مردی
جسته جایی امن در کنار او
ساکن جلفاست

نسبم شاید برسد یک سر
به مجاهد مردی آمده از شام
و آن سر دیگر برسد شاید
به زن گبری
که شهادت گفت
تا نبیند بیش
جور این موبد ستم آن شاه

نسبم شاید
برسد هرچند
به یهودی مردی گشته آزاده در گه کورش
یا به زرتشتی مادری نیکو
که نمیکردش گل آب جاری از ده بالا

اهل ایرانم

 از چه رو جویی نژادم را؟
زاده در ماکو یا که خرمشهر یا سرخس یا زاهدان یا بم

نسبم شاید برسد تا تاریخ
و نژاد آدم
و فراموش مکن
آسمان مال من است


با درود به سهراب
بهمن ماه نود
امیرحسن قاسمی نژاد تفرشی

 

This poem has a lot of historical, geographical, mythical references.

It also points to a lot of other poems specially some poems of Sorhrab Sepehri, Hafiz, Ferdosi.

I have tried to provide non-persian readers with some hyperlinks.

If you click on them and read patiently you may get a feeling of why racism and being an Iranian are not consistent.

 

This poem is full of  historical, georaphical, mythical references. It also points to a lot of other poems specially some poems of Sorhrab Sepehri. I have tried to provide non-persian redears with some hyperlinks. If you click on them and read patiently you may get a feeling of why racism and being an Iranian are not consistent.

My birth place is Iran  
   

My genealogy may reach to a poetess
in Bukhara,

Or it may reach to an immigrant man,
an Aryan,
who came calmly from the east.

 

However,
I know

 

My family tree may reach
from one direction,

 
to a hardworking Balouch
or the Dastan’s hero
(Ferdosi says Rostam, son of Dastan, was a real hero in Sistan, whom he made the story of Rostam about)

or a Turk woman Shirazi cupbearer,
lover of gardens.

(Hafiz says: “if that Turk cupbearer capture my heart, I will donate two big cities of Samarkand and Bukhara”!!!)
   
My Father may have been an Afghan.
My mother may have been a slave to Genghis Khan.
 
My mom may have been a Christian woman;
my father may have been Armenian,
seeking a safe place ,
to live beside her, in Julfa.
The Armenians of Julfa resettled along the Zayanderud and built the New Julfa quarter in Isfahan.
   

My lineage may reach,
,from one end,
to a Mujahed man,
who came from Damascus.

Despite staunch opposition to the Islamic prophet Muhammad, the Umayyads embraced Islam before the latter’s death in 632. A member of the clan, Uthman, went on to become the third Rashidun caliph in 644–656, while other members held various governorships. One of these governors, Mu’awiya I, won the First Muslim Civil War in 661 and established the Umayyad Caliphate with its capital in Damascus, Syria. This marked the beginning of theUmayyad dynasty, the first hereditary dynasty in the history of Islam, and the only one to rule over the entire Islamic world of its time.
   
And the other end may reach to a Zoroastrian woman,
who pronounced acceptance,
To not see the tyranny of this mobad,
or despotism of that king.

Fear among the nobility and Zoroastrian clergy grew so strong that King Kavadh was overthrown in 496, but he managed to regain the throne three years later with the help of the Hephthalite Empire. Scared by the resistance among the powerful, he chose to distance himself from Mazdak. He allowed Anushiravan to launch a campaign against the Mazdakites in 524 or 528, culminating in a massacre of most of the adherents – including Mazdak himself – and restoring orthodox Zoroastrianism as the state religion.[
   

My ancestry may reach however,
A Jewish man who became free
At the time of Cyrus,

 
Or a Zoroasterian
Nik  mother,
Who wouldn’t make muddy,
the water flowing from the upper village.
 
   
Why are you looking my race up?  
My birth place is Iran.  
Born in Maku,
or Sarakhs,
 
or Zahedan,
or Bam,
 
My genealogy may reach the history,
and the race of Adam.
 
And don’t forget:

The sky is mine.

Amir H. ghaseminejad
February 2011