قابل توجه همه وبلاگ نویس ها

 از ریز تا درشت

یک چیز بگویم بخندید

توی این سایت و ده ها سایت ایرانی  و خارجی

که من دیدم و وبلاگ هایشان را مطالعه می کنم

 همه

 یک جورایی فکر می کنند پیغمبر زمان اند

و احساس رسالتی عظیم می کنند

 حتی آنهایی که پارس می کنند هم طرفدارهای خاص خودشان را دارند

خنده دار تر اینجاست که:

 آدمها دو دسته شده اند

یک عده مرادند و

 یک عده مرید

هیچ حدواسطی دیده نمی شود

انگار مرز بین این دو مین گذاری شده

 هرکی وسط بیاید مرگش حتمی است

 آخ

 چقدر دوست دارم وسطی بازی کنم

بهلول عصر حاضر

 شبنم.

 ارادتمندهمه ریز و درشت ها

این را هنگام پرسه زدنهایم

در وبلاگ های اشخاص دیگر

که نمی شناختمشان فهمیدم

وقتی به صفحه وب یک روانپریش

سرزدم حس کردم این خودم هستم

منظورم روانپریشه است

با همه این اشتراکات

چرا من فکر می کنم تنهام

تنهاترین تن ها

شبنم

شعرهای ما مانند

دم و بازدم ریه هایمان

می مانند که

تو دم من

من بازدم تو

تو بازدم من

من دم تو

شبنم شیروانی

عشق برای اغلب مردها

یادآوری تجربه شیرین

مکیدن پستان مادرانشان

به وقت کودکیشان است

و برای اکثریت زنان

فقط یافتن یک حامی

مثل پدرانشان

شبنم شیروانی 

تو از قبیله نیاز

من از قبله ناز

بیا

بایستیم به نماز

شبنم شیروانی

فرا رسیدن ایام مبارک ماه رمضان ماه نزول قرآن بر همه عزیزان تهنیت باد

این جمله را از جانب من <پیش درامد این ایام منوررجهت  تصفیه روح >بپذیرید.

ای دختران وسوسه کافی ست رقص مار

یکی از حماقت های بشری حس خود برتر بینی

 است

همین حس است که مرا برای نوشتن این وبلاگ

ترغیب کرده

و از همه مهمتر باعث شده نام درخت دانایی را

 بر آن بگذارم

این حماقت گاه توسط بعضی ها تطهیر می شود و نام عزت نفس به خود

 می گیرد

 زمانی فکر می کنم انسان با وجود اشرف مخلوقات بودنش

خیلی حقیر است .

 شاید بخاطر حقارت زیادش است که تصور می کند اشرف مخلوقات

 است

شرف چیزی است که گاهی اوقات من آن را گم می کنم .

البته فقط در یادداشت های روزانه ام نه در عمل

در غیر اینصورت دیگر رغبتی به ادامه حیات نداشته و هر آن دست به

 انتحار می زدم

لطفا این هذیانه ها را بحساب محاسبه نفس خود بگذارید

متشکرم

من قدم های سریعم را

تا جاده وصل

سرعتی می بخشم

که به گردم نرسد

نومیدی

شبنم

امان از دست این دنیای مجازی اینترنت

در اینجا انسانها هم

مجازی اند و

تهی از انسانیت

مثل رباتها

با این تفاوت که

رباتها

در خدمت انسانها هستند

در حالیکه

انسانهای مجازی

 گاه بر ضد انسانیت اند

شبنم  

من افشرده احساسم

 

 در رگهايم

 

  ضربان احساسها

 

 جاري است 

                                                                                

خداوندا تو ميداني

كه انسان بودن و ماندن

 در اين دنيا چه دشوار است

چه زجري ميكشد

 آن كس كه انسان است و

 از احساس سر شار است

      An emperor in an ancient Far East country was growing old and knew it was time to choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his children, he decided to do something different. He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you."

        The children were shocked, but the emperor continued. "I am going to give each one of you a seed today - one very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next emperor."

        One boy, named Ling, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his mother the story. She helped him get a pot and planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it,  carefully. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.

        Ling kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by. Still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Ling didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure.

        Six months went by--still nothing in Ling's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling didn't say anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.

        A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling told his mother that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But his mother asked him to be honest about what happened. Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace. When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other youths. They were beautiful--in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and many of the other  children laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, "Hey, nice try."

        When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown," said the emperor. "Today one of you will be appointed the next emperor!"

        All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front. Ling was terrified. He thought, "The emperor knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me killed!"  When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. "My name is Ling," he replied. All the kids were laughing and making fun of him.

        The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, "Behold your new emperor! His name is Ling!" Ling couldn't believe it. Ling couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor?

        Then the emperor said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds that would not grow. All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!"

collector shabnam

کلامت آیه های نور دارد

نویدی در شب دیجور دارد

شبنم شیروانی

عاشقان عیدتان مبارک باد

روزی پروردگار جهان

مشغول ساختن انسانها بود

هر انسان را با دو لنگه همگون می ساخت

تا نوبت به من رسید

او در حالیکه سرگرم ساختن من بود

ناگاه فریاد غریقی را شنید

به من نگاه کرد

 دید

 ناقصم و هنوز مرا نپرداخته

پس فریاد غریق بلندتر شد

مرا رها کرد بی آنکه جفتی برایم بسازد

و سرآسیمه به نجات غریق شتافت

وقتی از نجات غریق پیروز بازآمد

دستان خود را شسته دید

پس میلی به خلق دیگر آفریده ها در خود ندید

روزهای بعد به ساختن و پرداختن

زوج های دیگر رسید

 و مرا که هیبتی ناقص و گلی خشک شده بودم

لایق ندید تا جفتی برایم بسازد و

 اگر در کوزه مرا می گذاشت

 از هم می پاشیدم

 چون تنها بودم

 بدین گونه من ماندم و تنهایی

 من بودم و ترک هایی بر تن خشکیده ام

من ماندم و شکیبایی

زیرا تقدیر او بر این بود

شبنم شیروانی

        When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you.

        Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life. I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do.

        Around this one bone I shaped you. I modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart.

        Support man as the rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side. You are my perfect angel. You are my beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtue in your heart. Your eyes -- don't change them. Your lips -- how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose so perfect in form, your hands so gentle to touch.

        I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep; I've held your heart close to mine. Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like me.

        Adam walked with me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely. He could not see me or touch me. He could only feel me. So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you: my holiness, my strength, my purity, my love, my protection and support.

        You are special because you are the extension of me. Man represents my image -- woman, my emotions. Together, you represent the totality of God.

        So man -- "treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile". In hurting her, you hurt me. What you do to her, you do to me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of your Almighty and the heart of her Almighty. Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.

              "ما را مردمی که نیمی از حقیقت را می دانند مسموم می سازند . آنها با نیمی دانستن همه چیز را در هم می ریزند . همه چیز را ضایع می کنند " زیرا سرشاز از شبه دانش بودن آدم را خیلی پرمدعا می کند حال انکه جاهل بودن او را به اندیشه وامی دارد .

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