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Poems - On Freedom - Group 3
Freedom of Perspective


  1. Colors
  2. Numerology
  3. Carrot & Stick
  4. Eccentricity
  5. Balcony of my Heart



Nigger was bad, Negro polite
Unanimous, black and white.
People of color, or a black man
Now has become African-American.
Hyphenation we think polite
Yet we do not label the white,
Nobody calls a white woman
European, Anglo-American.

I long for a day when color we see
Yet from classification we'll be free;
A day we call a spade, a spade,
Seeing colors we won't evade;
Yet our judgments will not cloud
With political correctness' shroud,
When all of us bold and proud
See the rainbow in a crowd.

Colors with each other won't fight
Instead they merge to form the light.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
July 17, 1997


I was attending a seminar on numerology
The speaker started with something resembling theology
He presented a philosophy, sound and sincere
And proceeded to the techniques, basic, clear;
Everything he said reached my soul and made sense
But his conclusions made me nervous and very tense.
He concluded, in our lives the "primal cause"
Of our success or failure our name was;
If only we change our name to something else
Obstacles dissolve even though they are dense.
Unknowingly he caused fear in our heart,
Upon his expert blessings our troubles part.
All he had done was to have forged new chains
Shackled our ankles, creating new false pains.
He, the expert, the healer of our sickness
Would rename us and thus redeem our weakness.

I refuse to make an scapegoat of my name
For my failures and troubles it to blame;
As Shakespeare said, a rose by any other name
Smells as sweet, to blame numbers, the wrong game.
Blaming others, our genes, our stars, is profane
They may impel, but to be compelled is insane.
For me the purpose of sciences, even numerology
Esoteric arts, divination, or even astrology
Is to understand my own psyche and psychology
Through which I can control my own physiology,
Master my every instinct and base human tendency
In my life instill divine force's ascendancy.

I find numerology to be a useful tool
If I remain the artisan, life is cool.
But if I make numerology my master,
I chain myself to nothing but disaster.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
June 25, 1997

Carrot & Stick

For the good deeds we do, they offer us the high heaven
And for our evil deeds, hellish underworlds number seven;
They offer us a carrot, and threaten us with a stick
As though this is the only way, between good and evil we pick.
When are we going to realize if it's paradise we'd make
We must do the thing we do, only for its own sake.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
August 14, 1997


The first artist was so out of place
Compared to the rest of the human race
The First explorer, no-one would chase
The First scientist encountered disgrace;
If the lines of history we trace
People, pioneers did not embrace.
Is it possible to turn one's face
When standing upon such solid base?
In the middle of such conforming space
Eccentricity emanates from divine grace.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
September 12, 1997

Balcony of my Heart

Every now and then I get a glimpse of what can be
And briefly taste what it really means to be free,
But very soon external reality sets in
And with fear I close myself to my within.

How I long that I could find
The way fears from me would part,
Open the door of my mind
To balcony of my heart.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
September 23, 1997

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