
Goblet and Chalice
Poet: Alireza Bemanian | December 19, 2025
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The goblet and chalice, the prize and trophy,
plaque and crown fill and meet,
enlisted and fastened, to satiate and pervade.
To humble and mumble to the tone of the chirping chants,
Eagerly and keenly lingering to suffuse and infuse,
elevating the murmur of the orchestrated symphonies,
and, to susurrating, the bestowed singings,
the blooming of the flowers, and sustenance of the hissing hums.
The caravan of contentment,
parade of indulgence, procession of tolerance,
and the column of pardon and absolution,
growl and snarl, roll and howl,
while, the rumble and roar dumbfound, stagger and astound.
Timidity of the moments, nervousness of the cores and mettles,
hesitations, vacillations, and pauses,
the snarls and scowls, echo of the hollow drums,
confirm the portraits, pinpointing flickering stars.
the disinclinations and reluctances, challenge and confront,
while contests, enthralling rushes, the tears and ruptures,
ignite back draws, gagging the beams, the span of dreams.
Unfold the era, beguile, lure, and woo,
the flows and drifts, the dwarfs and glooms,
render and decree,
salute of gestures, the refrains and mantras,
the chants and chaunts, embark the mantle.
conjured and educed, the emanating streams,
carriers of the silent springs, bubbles and gurgles,
are destined and ordained,
contribute and interpose, the excursion, pilgrimage.
pearl and rejoice not to culminate nor conclude,
the whales submerge and immerse,
eagles spread the wings,
it is all within the oceans of the unruffled and serene.
The heaps and depths, mountains and oceans,
importune, implore, and request,
resonations and reverberations,
the valleys, gorges, and dales,
relent, surrender, and yield.
not to degrade and debase, or humble and disgrace—
though, to picket and shield, to saturate and spread,
the milieus, the settings, spectacles, and sights,
transpose, rearrange, and reorder.
While, dawns are connoted and presaged,
pureness and propriety, content and gist,
stand and ensue, devotions fulfill the sea.
no wonder the oceans are hold up to the rim.

