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Very inspiring!
16 Tuesday Dec 2014
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Very inspiring!
12 Thursday Jun 2014
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1922 documentary moives, Aboriginal Culture, Canadian Aboriginals, Documentary, history, Injustices, Inuit Throat, Nanook of The North, poetry, Silent movie, Singer, Songs, Sounds, Voices of history
Sing Sing Sing!
Your song has a taste of history
Your song has a smell of blood
Your song carries messages of unity!
Sing Sing Sing
with your body
with your heart
with your Inuit throat!
Strike me
Shake me
Shock me
Don’t let me forget what happened to you
Don’t let me repeat the past!
Sing Sing Sing
Your voice brings back the history
Your voice brings back your blood/bread back
Your voice brings back your children home
Sing Sing Sing
Be with me
to the end of time!
Tahereh Barati
11 Wednesday Jun 2014
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Generational Knowledge, knowledge, Life Experiences, Life Hardship, Life Lessons, poetry, resiliency, Roots of Wisdom, wisdom
Come here near me
Sit beside me
Have to tell you something, my child!
Listen to what I have to say, she says:
“Life is too short
don’t sweat on small stuff.
When one door is close on you,
look into the other doors in life
Don’t star at the close door, forever!
Move on and make the best of what you’ve got.
Remember, you can make a difference
Remember, what you’ve got is enough
Remember your dream, when you fall”!
I shall remember your words every day
I shall remember your wisdom when a door slams on my face
I must remember you!
Hello to you again!
Tahereh Barati
07 Saturday Jun 2014
Posted poetry, Reflection
inDream never dies even if it is old
Dream never dies even if it is not popular
My dream never dies even if it is not supported by you!
Dream Dream Dream
Without dream, life has no meaning
Without dream, life has no direction
Without dream, my time is wasted by you!
Dream dream Dream
Tahereh Barati
07 Saturday Jun 2014
Posted poetry, Reflection
inCome to the table
Come to the dinner
I am sitting here waiting for you!
For hours, days and nights
eating dinner alone!
Where are you to join me on time?
Where are you to share this bread with me this time?
Where are you to be my nightmate this night?
Waiting waiting waiting
until the night falls and
you show up at my door!
Tahereh Barati
02 Saturday Nov 2013
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Struggle in heart
in mind
within me
with you
Between you and I
only energy that travels
Only this moment will tell
where this energy goes
Only at this moment
things begin to change
for you and I
for me
The moment finally arrived!
Let me embrace it
Let me celebrate it
Let me fly away!
26 Thursday Jan 2012
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The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.
—Naomi Shihab Nye