Best Sandstorms Poems

O~n occasion, the mind accretes to, "the hurt," when facing
V~icissitudes; blinded by, "the better nature," causing to
E~fface the focus from the Architect while simultaneously
R~aising questions...

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A diverse array of flora and fauna reign majestic 
in vivid tawny imagery of shifting sand dunes 
and barren rocks-- sixteen miles
from the golden rays...

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cone shaped it appears
     zigzagging across the sand
          the wind is its...

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How can I flood your waters 
when your barriers hold me back? 

How can I fill your mind 
when it's preoccupied and blind? 

How can...

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Today I was fascinated
By a forest that joins a beach
The impact of the wind visible
On the trees
Mesmerised by the beauty of 
The sun... mountains... sea
Wait
Do...

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Everyone called him Great
The Kind soaked with pride
He blew his own trumpet
Was he the God’s own child!
 
 
His subjects lived in misery
He did not...

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“Beloved Femme Fatale”


Musk and Neroli satin skin spoons
Naked feet ‘neath The Pillars of Petra
She towers majestic above you, colours your grey skies
You are worshipping her...

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You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were...

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Here We Shall Remain
by Tawfiq Zayyad
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Like twenty impossibilities
in Lydda, Ramla and Galilee ...
here we shall remain.

Like brick walls braced against...

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Into the sandbox
Come the flappers and the seekers
Like puppets on strings
Dancing to their own childish whims
The profiler watches
As they think they sing
The poison in their...

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It was just another story, my grandmother told
I wish I had known, what I've learned since then
How the dust from the hills swept over the...

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Crossroads without roads
Bonsai trees slapped  by sandstorms
Kites slam in rice fields...

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Am I dessert butterfly?
My wings harden each time I fly,
Against the sandy winds;
So, might my wings shatter
From all contrary pressures that I duel with?
I know...

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In the middle of the universe, I stand
deep in my chamber of death, resurrected
with no recollection of the life before
no memories of past civilizations
 ...

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A Search for Love’s Companion        Terza Rhyma

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