Best Saharan Poems

Dunes now flowing
Blow spring air
Sandblasts love ......

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Attractive, tall, well muscular and good looking is Mr. Regiani
a beating drum's aura and the charisma of a violin choir
chooses the stars to interact without...

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The Eiffel Tower gives up its power,
                  ...

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Pampero you rush across the pampa's of Argentina
blowing fast and strong bending all before you.
Mighty and powerful you make your presence known
as you travel o'er...

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A race. 
Far flung and far fetched. 
Begin's now. 

A race for time. 
Against Time itself. 

The sands are flowing,
shifting like the Saharan dunes.
This is...

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I meant to tell about my travelling aboard.
Of my visit to West Africa
For genealogy purpose, I wanted to see my great grandfather homeland.
He was from...

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If this is freedom take me to Robinson Island

When shall we again sing the redemption songs?
The strings of freedom are long forgotten in my nation
Injustice...

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they were young and laughing easy
running free in careless ways
casual with sunlight
molten flared with open faces
small princes rode in barley fields
wading in clear rivers
pouring years...

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Your kiss:

On my lips;
Coral setting sun riding charcoal ocean swells.

On my neck;
Sleepy daffodils wake to mornings golden rays.

On my tummy;
Fields of wheat whisper secrets in...

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Roots
Who are we? Is the quest in nous?
That rings each mos. as I think
Of roots and the traditional trail
Till a muffled loud voice echoed
 ...

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The monks are burning on the street
They are protesting the violence of war
Pain is not part of their protest
Only the pain in the hearts of...

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My dad told me when he was young
And fit as fit could be
As the best Saharan lumberjack
He cut down every tree

He rode a wild dinosaur
From...

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Here comes a mom duck a crackling, 
All her flock close by following— 
All of the chicks seventeen 
That makes alive wetland scene. 

In fresh-water...

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Guess my reputation could be sweeter, but hey-
At least I'm not a skunk!
Backbiting scrounger you say?
I like to call it being environmentally friendly;
No waste when...

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Oft' we've heard that trite and tiresome old cliche':
"Rain! Rain! Go away and come again another day!"
Excuse me, but I happen to hold a different...

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