Best Fata Poems

"Fata Morgana" 

feet hardly touch the ocean
when silent stars of no voice
transmit words to pay the ferryman
on the water no reflection 

gently the sun waves...

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for all that I am
is in this mirror
shifty shades
and 
shadows
fogs of breath 
on the glossy surface
and my eyes; 
tired of seeing
the traces of me 
outside...

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Rondelet: Fa’ Morgana

Fa’ Morgana
Who stood up to the NRA:
Fa’ Morgana
Who looked down barrel of fauna
Whose News the World read in UK
None other than King Arthur’s...

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A deep and cloudless sky
Scourching vast coloured desert dunes
Behind some Bedouin tents

A fata morgana at the horizon
An unreal world faces the traveller
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Ein tiefer  Himmel
Verbrennt...

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FATE LEADS THE WILLING
when my life 
my very wellbeing 
depends on the actions of those around me 
it’s a trial to my innate sensibilities to...

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Ye kaisa oohapoh hai
Ang me aag hai
Karyo me kampan hai!
Drigo me drishya,
Mukhagni deta man ko!
Sir par fata aanchal
Khoj raha bhautikta ki sui
Kunthit karke kiwaad,
Harsh-kalash ke!
Baap...

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Maids. 

Yesterday I saw an old fashion milk maid 
coming out of the cowshed she carried  
a pail of milk in her left arm,...

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Are you real or are you an illusion
Like a fata morgana beyond my reach
Imprisoning me in this cell of seclusion
Fading away when I beg your...

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The Jester
I was eating a roast beef sandwich with fried onions
when I looked up and saw a woman beautiful with 
eyes green as the Irish...

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Subways swim underground 
like whales swallowing dreams.
I sit blended into its whirring cavity
A hostage inside this vehicle transporting prisoners.
I see my face clinched in the...

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In the bleached whitish sky
I am flying on a bellied pelican,
contemplating from above
a pastoral landscape
and I’m writing these lines.

Below are small people
on the slopes of...

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Cloudless 
by André Steinbach

Over the desert,
lingers cloudless 
an empty sky,
purposeful, 
scorching, 
withers the sun the sands.


Unreal the colours,
from blue to cream,
where shadows play
and sun-rays 
paint...

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Sighting 

Far out the on the Pacific ocean
I saw a ship sailing upside down
A fata morgana, a mirror from another
Dimension sailing on the outside
Of the...

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Monique,
I am captured
by your mystique~
I am raptured
into the ether;
the essence
of your presence,
and lost in the mirage;
the Fata Morgana
of enchanted illusion. 
...

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Humours turn acrid near
The silent seer.

Escaping absentees scamper
Further down the hole that holds their likeness
Extinguish | fatal obscurant | visions.

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