Best Morocco Poems

hold still, eventide ...
   I am a capricious cad among wraiths,
     waltzing with a mop in
   ...

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Well, you asked for it so here goes!
I'm five-feet, eight inches tall from scalp to toes.
Born October 1930 in Indiana - so there, I've revealed...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in...

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After the flame had come here for news
When to my duke right seemed time and too place,
In such a way I heard him to diffuse:

“You...

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"I never travel without my diary - One should have something sensational to read"
...Oscar Wilde, 1891

30 May 48:  I graduated from high school today...

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On Tour


To dive into the world of the great barrier reef would be enough
assimilating into the tranquil environment somewhere in the Capricorn
looking below while leaping...

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A
dream
wondrous
mystical
drifting desert breeze
dancing veils of silk whisper grace 
a touch of the divine from the heart of Morocco
haunting music for the soul from ages reminiscent...

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Hymn to Pan

Before Morocco was Roman, you see,
the music of Pan was African jazz.

At the Wednesday night prayer meeting
the percussion discussion of Mingus goes on,
getting'...

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Mohamed Bouazizi,
a poor man
who sold produce from a cart,
in a country bleeding from the open wound of corruption,
got up that morning
expecting to do nothing more
than...

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absolutely nothing stops the pipeline.

 

it penetrates all ways of life

all borders, all villages & towns---

the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare...

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My simple library contains no fancy morocco-bound tomes,
Like those found in majestic castles and rich folks' homes.
But the books on its shelves that I truly...

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Fertile Crescent
and Vestigial Conscience

The sun overshadowing my morality
my self- righteousness eclipsed

Where early mans' dawn is, 
Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me...

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oh the distill
to fly the sky
I saw a garbage bag in the clouds

how could it makes it so hight
as I dropping my arms and legs
grew...

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From Tripoli to Cairo
I saw the intifada leftover
After Tunisia and Yemen
Like a dam broken
After it had sucked life from dry sand
Morocco, Kuwait, Djibouti and Oman
I...

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In a bizarre way I stood awhile
Watching the unfolding melodrama
Got the hint:
Our Queen's Lady in Waiting
Has misplaced our golden key.

Like an eagle must she fly
From...

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