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Holly Jahangiri

@jahangiri.us
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Award-winning author and poet who draws inspiration from her family, from her own childhood adventures (some of which only happened in her overactive imagination), and from readers of all ages. President, Poetry Society of Texas Houston, Texas she/her

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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 02/07/2026
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 27/06/2026
Is Bluesky "dead"? This would suggest otherwise: resourcera.com/data/social/... Is it hard to "gain traction" over here? Maybe, if social media is just a numbers game to you and "success" is measured in reaction emojis and bot views. Is it an "echo chamber"? Maybe...by our own design.
A visual snapshot of my activity on Bluesky, so far, in 2026, from https://www.madebyolof.com/bluesky-wrapped/
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 27/03/2026
Arizona morning: parched khaki desert opens its mouth, green tongue blooms fuchsia, sunrise yellow, smoke-white and blush - even the rocks redden in dawn's sight, clothed in pale blue sky. #poemsabout #inbloom
Lush fuschia bloom of a hedgehog cactus. Blush rose blooms of Beavertail cactus.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 27/03/2026
Night stargazing at Lowell Observatory - Pluto's a planet. #sensewrds #prompt201
Author looks through telescope at Lowell Observatory.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 06/03/2026
A photograph by Holly Jahangiri of sunset taken from atop Mauna Kea. Sun slips into sky foam, rolls
to rest at the edge of clouds —
lengthening peaked shadows,
growing, sliding to the far shore.

Night's velvet curtain rises; stars
salute the audience, an endless field
of incandescent lights 
to see us safely back to sand and sea.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 13/01/2026
Kilauea erupts effusively. Black specks of tephra are tossed over 800 feet into the sky. Kilauea eruption episode 40, wisps of white smoke rise from a second vent. Smoke and ash from Kilauea rise and cover the sun. The light at the rim changes, almost like it does during a partial eclipse. Kilauea writing in the distance. Hawaii's State tree, the 'Ōhi'a lehua, with its bright red brush-like flowers, in the foreground.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 12/01/2026
Red anthurium and ginger
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 17/12/2025
What saved the vinyards from Ozarks Prohibition - communion and grapes. Breathtaking, the view a short walk from Wiederkehr's gift shop, through vinyards.
A field full of red flowers on the way to Wiederkehr's vinyards in Arkansas.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 05/12/2025
Have a picture of a pretty thing.
Roseate spoonbill on the lake in Kickerillo-Mischer nature preserve
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 12/06/2025
Protesters, specifically. Accompanied by this:
Military Members: What to Do lf You're
Ordered to Violate the Constitution
War and Peace
DoD Inspector General Hotline:
800-424-9098
https://www.dodig.mil/Hotline
GI Rights Hotline (Independent &
Confidential): 877-447-4487
https://girightshotline.org
Army IG (local office lookup)
https://ig.army.mil
JAG (Military Legal Counsel): Request
through your chain of command or base
legal office
EO / Chaplain (for confidential internal
reporting): Check your unit or installation
directory
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 11/06/2025
A tiny purple ninja on a purple paper dragon. He's my inspiration today.
A tiny purple ninja on a purple paper dragon.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 24/05/2025
Migrant (a Quintilla - Quintillae?) jahangiri.us/2020/quintil... #poem #poetryonbluesky #bluebonnets #texas #honeybees
Migrant

Bluebonnets spread their azure hue,
warm Texas breezes give their cue:
blooms bow their heads and turn as one
to welcome back the morning sun
as bees share news and sip the dew.

Sweet honey, amber, wildflowers
infused with habaneros’ fire - 
Olympus’ gods would trade their powers,
to steal bees’ nectar, risk Queen’s ire,
and while away their golden hours.

There they lie, in fields of clover,
sated now their plundering’s over.
Exhausted, too, the Queen of bees
finds refuge, shade in nearby trees.
Hunger of her hive’s what drove her.

Across the meadow, wings in flight
beat time and urge them on. The hive
hums a dirge. If only they could fight
they would, with all their tiny might
keep Queen and hive, their home, alive.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 24/05/2025
Inspiration "ripped from the headlines" - sometimes it comes from the strangest of places. www.msnbc.com/top-stories/... #poem #rulesformen #toxicmasculinity #brainfreeze
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 17/04/2025
Do you enjoy poetry? Do you love Oklahoma writers? (Or those with roots in OK, even if they live in TX now - like ME? 😁) There's a new episode (plus 11 older ones!) of Behind the Rain to listen to: www.buzzsprout.com/1845017/epis... okiebookcast.com/behindtherain #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 31/03/2025
Mother knows the truth, the sorrow of the bloody egg
now cracked above the open flame, reduced to breakfast,
scrambled
breath of another's young on the soft, slack, formless maw --
her son scatters corn
dreams of war
that she may labor to produce another and another and another
until they lay her on the block, neck stretched
and severed, gently
pull the feathers from her tired flesh
declare her tenderness a virtue.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 14/02/2025
Ekphrastic poem, "Ocean Biome," based on artwork of the same name by Caroline Z. Marcos.

Within the mermaid's purse there lurks
potential: a toothless, embryonic shark,
half-formed, the harmless killer sleeps.

Microscopic fragments, cork, float free 
of messages and empty bottles
drift, aimless, lacking purpose.

Kaleidoscopic mandalas bob deep, still glistening 
with surface-captured light, warmed by sun- 
irradiated clouds in fiery shades of tangerine.

Lemon-slice reflections, burnished gold,
a blazing comet-fish encapsulated in
methane bubble - electric blue - streaks left, tail on fire.

Translucent, stained-glass blossoms glow
deep below the sapphire sea
resolved to rise, returning to the barren land—

Devoid of us. Indifferent. Invertebrates find growth,
feed on peace among strange ornaments
in a silent, alien ocean biome.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 30/01/2025
Three little words make a big difference, I think.
Revised poem: Progress, They Call It (a Contrapuntal Poem)

progress, they call it: slashing, burning, progress—
can’t stop the forward motion of a nation!
encroaching, elbowing, uprooting the living
who would want to thwart the people’s will, or kill the
canopy of verdant sunlit trees that once breathed 
sweet aroma of crisply minted bills enrobed in leather with
our exhalations. we breathed theirs until they gasped
the faintest whiff of manliness, invoking will, 
their last, until they fell to saw and ax, bulldozed  
determination. ancestors’ words forgotten as new money’s
burned to make a way for strip malls and 
wealth, unfettered by past sense, decorum, grows,
power lines—such progress don’t go well with pines—
it goes to feed the engines of industry that only thrive
incinerating cedar selves in swirling smoke 
coal-fired on the backs of miners, steelworkers, “little people”—
their ashes drifting heavenwards and carried
those dispensable, extra mouths to feed until
on the santa ana winds to add a colored layer
the robots shove them off the ledge
on the cliffs of palo duro choking out the summer sun.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 30/01/2025
Always nice to start the day with an affirmation! Thanks, God!
Screenshot: God liked my post.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 30/01/2025
Good morning! Here's a #poem for today. First time writing a #contrapuntal poem. Neither as hard (nor quite as easy) as it looked. Thanks for introducing me to the form, @mervynspoet.bsky.social #Blueskypoetry #poetrycommunity #formalverse #thestaffordchallenge
A poem:

Progress, They Call It (a Contrapuntal Poem - every other line comprises a standalone poem, then the two are woven together)

progress, they call it: slashing, burning, progress—
can’t stop the forward motion of a nation!
encroaching, elbowing, uprooting the living
who would want to thwart the people’s will, or kill the
canopy of verdant sunlit trees that once breathed 
sweet aroma of crisply minted bills enrobed in leather with
our exhalations. we breathed theirs until they gasped
the faintest whiff of manliness, invoking will, 
their last, until they fell to saw and ax, bulldozed  
determination. ancestors’ words forgotten as new money’s
burned to make a way for strip malls and 
wealth, unfettered by past sense, decorum, grows,
power lines—such progress don’t go well with pines—
it goes to feed the engines of industry that only thrive
incinerating cedar selves in swirling smoke 
coal-fired on the backs of miners, steelworkers, “little people”—
their ashes drifting heavenwards and carried
those dispensable, extra mouths to feed until
on the santa ana winds to add a colored layer
the robots shove them off a cliff
to the cliffs of palo duro choking out the summer sun.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 29/01/2025
Here's my attempt. This is after about 7 edits. Probably needs more work. There's a thread - a ray of sunshine - that unites the sonnet thematically. The volta may be too jarring, but that's just how life is right now.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 28/01/2025
#poetryonbluesky #blueskypoems #poem #poetryasresistance #abecedarian
Austerity’s an unfamiliar thing
but soon, hard times befall us—frugal skills
could be required of us all. But no 
despairing, now! Do not accept the price!
Eggs hardly justify the sacrifice.
Four years: we face a famine, starved of hope; 
grief tries to overshadow all our joys.
Here stand courageous, friends—live well and laugh
instead – your tears won’t grow a thriving crop. No 
justice there to harvest, there’s no peace.
Know kind compassion, struggle on, survive—
live on, to fight another brutal day.
May fear subside and warm winds guide as we
negotiate the coming change, resist
old foes: our apathy towards avarice,
pretending “how it’s always been” precludes a
quest to build a lock, to lift all boats,
return some bounty—builders, dreamers—
stay the course. We can, we will, we must
together tear down walls between us. Let 
us work with one another, forge a peace.
Victorious, the battle-weary rest;
We needn’t “fight” on every clichéd front
Except where vengeance and destruction lie a
Yearning, yawning chasm; one man’s only
zeal. There, fight we must, in self-defense, and win.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 21/01/2025
This was from 1/16; registration is closed now.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 12/01/2025
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 01/01/2025
Three happy little monsters celebrating the new year. Caption: Happy New Year 2025
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 21/12/2024
Also me.
Holly Jahangiri (childhood photo) on stage of S. S. United States. Holly Jahangiri (childhood photo) in receiving line shaking hands with senior crew on S. S. United States.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 21/12/2024
I guess it might be fair to say she died of asbestos poisoning - or the treatment to cure it. :( The video you shared just makes me sad.
Holly Jahangiri as a child looking back at the S. S. United States in the distance.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 18/12/2024
Lyle's heart is in the right place, but his habitual lying makes it hard for people to believe him when he does tell the truth. He doesn't want to be known as "Lyle the Liar." Can Lyle ever regain the trust of family and friends? #kidlit #juvenile #honesty #values amzn.to/3VGrL3p
Cover image of the children's book, A New Leaf for Lyle, by Holly Jahangiri: a smiling little boy jumping into the air, tossing fall leaves all around. Book description: Lyle's heart is in the right place, but his habit of lying about everything from whether he's brushed his teeth to why he's missed the bus make it hard for people to believe him when he does tell the truth. He doesn't want to be known as "Lyle the Liar." Can Lyle ever regain the trust of family and friends?
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 17/12/2024
Hit that button at the lower left of a post before you submit it. Lots of choices there.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 13/12/2024
It's funny - there's a character limit to posts, but we could write a whole novel in alt text.
Writer meme. Woman points to one of many computer monitors. A man peers over her shoulder. She says, "See? She searched for chloroform, blood sprayer patterns, acid that dissolves bodies, various blunt edged weapons and the difference between the degrees of murder charges. Should I set her as a security risk?" 

The man replies, "No, look here. She also searched for coffee memes and about three dozen synonyms for the word 'carefully.' It's another damn writer. Move on."
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 13/12/2024
These are from your neck of the woods, @scottuhltx.bsky.social
A statue of a man fishing at the Dallas Arboretum. Fall colors. Trees at the Dallas Arboretum. Poetry Garden at the Dallas Arboretum. A quiet, walled garden with a small fountain and pretty mosaics. Winter squash variety at the Dallas Arboretum. One green and yellow squash is naturally shaped looks like a 5-pointed star or starfish.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 13/12/2024
#OnMyWalk in SE Texas!
Fall colors in Southeast Texas. Autumn leaves reflected on a lake just before sunset. A full moon, fall colors, reflections on a lake, and small white egrets.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 12/12/2024
Tiny little me next to a REALLY tall Senegalese palace guard. At least I thought he was really tall - when I was 5!
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 12/12/2024
Two inept robots attempting to frost a chocolate cake but making a horrible mess of the cake, the kitchen, and each other.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 06/12/2024
My husband is under strict orders to outlive me. That means he'd better stay in shape; he's got to live to be at least 104. This is my response to "Wouldn't it be great to live forever?" written nearly three decades ago.
Poem, "There Are Worse Things Than Death" by Holly Jahangiri.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 04/12/2024
Yes. That's me, sitting on my ass.
Holly, aged 5, sitting on a donkey. Probably in Senegal. Maybe. Who knows where. The donkey is beige and white and wearing red flowers in its hair.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 03/12/2024
I designed, created the cover art (several members contributed the photos), formatted, and produced this anthology, in addition to contributing a story, "The Artist's Cat." Pen & Keyboard Writers sent me this "thank you" and I feel loved - and love them all back. It was my pleasure.
A copy of the cover of "People, Places, and Pets" anthology in a personalized award given to Holly Jahangiri by Pen & Keyboard Writers group, an affiliate of OWFI.orgA copy of the cover of "People, Places, and Pets" anthology in a personalized award given to Holly Jahangiri by Pen & Keyboard Writers group, an affiliate of OWFI.org
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 03/12/2024
An old favorite - I think this is the first of my poems to have won awards, and it's won several.
Poem, "Brighton's Bar & Grill," by Holly Jahangiri

Brighton’s Bar & Grill

I sip sorrow from a filthy glass.
Cheap gin that tastes of disappointment
Hides frustration drowned like an olive.
Old smoke hangs like a dirty question
Over the coiffed heads of shallow blondes--
Amateur lounge lizards' willing prey.
My restless, roving eyes search for you,
And travelling salesmen from Jersey
Think I'm dropping hints, and head my way.
Not inclined toward their idle chit-chat,
I flash that "unavailable" look,
But one's too brash to notice warnings.
Eyes that are not yours, filled with longing--
He'll never be your equal in that
Unavoidable comparison.
But the vestiges of you are drowned
In the haze of smoke and cheap cologne.
Strange lips take liberties with my mouth.
Sipping at his drink instead of mine,
We dance the Texas Two-Step, wasted,
(Badly) like the mating dance of crows.
Slipping under silk stockings, black lace
And a table that covers nothing,
His hands press between too eager thighs.
Not your hands, but near enough to fill
Aching voids that lack of you has left,
If only for an empty hour.
No, I won't be coming here again.
The junk in the jukebox fails to charm
And the only ones who come here now
Come to burn the refuse of their dreams
Cinders of a thousand love letters
The only light, a dying ember.
The nearly dead, and nearly famous
Not sawdust on the floor, but ashes--
Just another torch song up in flames


Copyright 1989 - 2024 Holly Jahangiri. All rights reserved.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 03/12/2024
Not well. I tried with Midjourney and got this:
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 28/11/2024
Happy Thanksgiving!
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 27/11/2024
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 25/11/2024
If you're in the Oklahoma City area and find yourself in the mood for a little book shopping, come by Full Circle bookstore on Saturday, November 30th from 3:00 to 5:00 p.m. and help Pen & Keyboard Writers celebrate the debut of our latest anthology. There may or may not be chocolate.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 24/11/2024
Which is an accurate report of this post on X:
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 24/11/2024
She accurately posted that the Russian Embassy in Egypt posted this (I'm sharing it here with the translation). Blame the Russians for the disinformation. Not the messengers saying this is what they're saying.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 23/11/2024
Normally, if I post an image here, the Alt text would be a little bit redundant, or maybe, as here, probably a waste of somebody's time. 😁 I saw this lone, dried noodle and it's companion, a dead leaf, on my doorstep. Was i unkind not to let them in?
Lone noodle and leaf on a welcome mat. Testing Alt text in a comment.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 23/11/2024
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 22/11/2024
My copy just arrived. And none too soon. It opened, randomly, to this page.
Cover of The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows opened at random to "anaphasia"
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 22/11/2024
A few snoots to boop. Aww, Bluesky only allows four per post!
Don't tell the others, but Sammy is my favorite. 

Close-up picture of a black cat. Uh oh. Bruno heard me. 

Close-up of a small dog's face. A white heron at the lake shore. Probably more likely to boop your snoot than to let you near its break, but it's pretty. An orange butterfly. Don't. Don't even think of snoot-booping the butterfly. Just comment if you even read all my silly alt text, and I'll keep adding it.
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 22/11/2024
Heron standing in a creekHawk perched on a transmission towerEarly dusk, just after sunset over a lakeEgret at lake's edge
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 21/11/2024
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Holly Jahangiri @jahangiri.us · 21/11/2024
Good morning! It has finally (if briefly) turned cool (41°F!) here in Houston! It's a beautiful, crisp, sunny day.
Poem "Verbum sap sapienti est" by Holly Jahangiri, from Walking the Earth: Life's Perspectives in Poetry.
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