Best Turbaned Poems

Sitting on the Fence at Twilight

When the sun waved good-bye in the afternoon,
I’d say hello to the smiling Man in the Moon. 
Perching on our...

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Bestial History Recycling
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Hey, hey, I want to dance the *KARAGAM dance
*Hey, Sham, Manu, bring pitchers from archives
Fill the pitchers with water and uncooked rice
As rice symbolizes food...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXI

IF you pull a long lagging-behind face
You deserve your copycat status in more than one way
Marco Polo...

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The first gardening of the year maybe is small beer

Tightening tired muscles digging the seven by nine, 

These great beetroot symphonies so divine where

Rebellion rife...

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Turbaned head
Red and white clothed
Benignly asks
'Should I help?'
To reach the 
r i g h t 
compartment
The train is on time
Arriving on platform number one
He covers...

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treading tales of three o clock on the morning bow
Android alkaloid met a myriad of trees at a southern angle. Bacon tart it was not...

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Years of worshipping the Sun God are
changing me: the beach baby I was is no 
more. Sun whisperer says, Get Ready. Clear
your mind.  Be...

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A transparent parrot makes a very big noise when seed arrives to visit. Mr and Mrs seed have fifteen children, eleven thousand grandchildren and one...

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The stench of gasoline and gore
permeated the encampment.
I am a prisoner of war
And I’m held in a stinking tent
that I share with a gun toting
taliban...

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Colors of life, fertility, sanctity fly
Aromas include sweetmeats, coconut, fire
There's flowers galore, honey, spices 
Not for meals only, but especially decoration
Focus now on the bride:...

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Profiling Can Be the Best Way To Go

By Elton Camp

If a feeble, little old lady comes walking by
Is your reaction the same if a thug...

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“Couldn’t we all just be right?”
At the hind end of the elephant holding its tail; the first blind man said.
“Rotten luck all of us being...

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Hills pull their blankets out
and leave bare their naked spines
permitting Junes and me
to Summer there

Streams must appear to Him
as traveling caravans
The painted leaves like prisms...

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The show is on.
Sedition will play with death now.
Deceitful black knives, white gloves.
No hope, battle lines are drawn.
The wasps are whirring at a furious speed...

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