A Piece of Heaven

By Farin Mirvahabi Powell

This poetry book can be enjoyed by any category of readers. The majority of the poems, however, describe the emotions of a female speaker. The speaker is a heroine, a lover, a mother or a political observer; but never a victim. She is ready to leave if wronged by anyone under any circumstances. The speaker cannot ignore poverty, famine, wars and the injustices in the world even when she is talking about her love. Every poem has a tendency to tell a story,relate an experience, or describe an event.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 29, 2009
• ISBN: 9781449019112

Farin Mirvahabi Powell

Farin Mirvahabi Powell lives and practices law in Washington DC area. She is a member of the Academy of American Poets, and the Poetry Society of Virginia. Her poems have appeared in several anthologies, poetry books and magazines.

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Our Wedding

Ask the sun to come to our wedding

let it bring all its chandeliers.

Ask the rain to travel to another town,

we have no room for umbrellas.

Let the wind gossip about this wedding

and take the news to town.

Tell the birds to keep quiet at dawn

we need to sleep late.

Bring my sister to help me,

my gown is heavy and long.

Pick up some orchids from the garden

and offer them to the female guests.

Invite the stars to our wedding,

let their diamonds sparkle in the night.

Wait for me outside the church,

wearing your kindest smile, because

my knees will be shaking while walking

down the aisle for a second time.

Let us deceive God’s jealous angels,

by turning towards the sky

and saying: Bad rice, Bad rice.

Let us kidnap happiness,

and take it to our honeymoon and

trick it to stay with us forever.

The Seed Dies

Why shouldn’t I talk about the earth,

for I am an earthling, and

the plant of my body loves the earth.

Why shouldn’t I talk about the sun,

for the sun glorifies the world.

Why shouldn’t I talk about the seed,

for the seed is the fabric of every being.

The seed gets pregnant, the seed is born,

the seed survives like an old dusty folder,

the seed withers, and the seed dies.

Why shouldn’t I talk about the seed,

for the seed rises, even an atom is a seed,

the world can perish from a single seed.

With its soft little fingers, the seed of love in me

hangs on to the walls of my heart,

it sleeps with every fake lullaby, and

grows with every kind word.

The seed of love in me

is hopeful that the world will change.

Why shouldn’t I talk about the seed,

when even an atom is a seed,

when the world can perish from a single seed.

A Piece Of Heaven

She was happy with her no life existence,

in a basement full of books, papers and boxes.

She climbed mountains to finish a normal day,

running in all directions, raising kids.

On a stormy day in her life,

while holding on to a branch,

struggling to survive, a firm hand pulled

her away from the cliff; she was saved.

Can you use some help? the kind voice asked.

No, she gave him a cold look.

The stranger ignored the response,

and took her for a walk.

They walked, talked, shared life stories,

they laughed, they cried, and they paused.

Before they knew it, they were sailing

through the velvety garden of love;

they were in heaven.

They danced to their favorite songs,

in God’s backyard, they reached euphoria

without breaking any man-made laws.

What a journey, what a year, what a life.

……

On another stormy day in her life,

the clouds caved in and dropped her

back to the earth, washing her away

like a little pebble.

She is back in her basement existence again,

buried in books, papers and boxes.

Running in all directions,

she is learning to survive the next storm;

but this time,

she owns a piece of heaven.

Let Me Envy the Old Moon

Let me envy

the ivy leaves that lean on your window,

the sky that covers your alley.

Let me envy

the silent painting on your wall,

and the blanket that wraps you around.

Let me envy

the jasmine you smell in your garden,

and those you say Hello to every