Long Minarets Poems

Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun

The story is that he embarked on the very last ship leaving East Prussia

Under siege tanks and bombs from above fireworks...

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Continuation...........

On the second level, merchants homes and shops arrayed,
here were homes, of richer bearing, belonging to the more powerful,
mini palaces, with minarets adorning their heads, of purest gold,
the scents of the orient, here they did...

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As the moon smiles down on the sparkling Mediterranean
The gentle rolling hills
Reach bejeweled fingers into the sea
Spilling the overflow of sparkling lights
Onto fishing boats that dot the horizon
The irregular coastline, encrusted with diamonds, rubies, and...

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I hail thee ruins of Indus Vale! 
With scented rhyme, with scented gale
Come on from world of mortal dead! 
O come and lively wind inhale! 
More ancient than the pyramids
That rule on ancient Egypt land

Thy...

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We'd made a dawn start that day, following in his footsteps, as
apparently Jesus used to get up early.
Our group had gathered for a reading, and to pray, along with
fruit and cereals our first staples of...

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"Before The Gates Of Alahsar,"
By,
Michael .P. Clarke.

Full Version.

Bardic style.

Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........1.

Come now, my Lords and Ladies,
listen now to the tale I shall tell,
the ancient tale of the dreamland,
of Alahsar, I lay before you.
look now within your mind's...

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But what of Aysin? She'd be here by three. 
What seemed to me the perfect metaphor 
(young Ankara was her, old "Stamboul", me) 
was not an easy drive - five hours, and more! 

It's midnight...

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THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART FOUR
ALMERÍA / UMM AL-MARIYA   2007 AD / 1427 AH 

The traveler who journeys to the City of Almería
arrives at a port where the routes of the ferries,
the whitecaps and...

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*The Coming of the Light*
Through the storm of morose memory,
The white, winsome, winters of night,
Arise reborn, all new beginnings,
So comes, the dawning of the Light.

Thrown off are coverings, which divide,
Those of cloth and coin held...

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I had a cat that marked his territory right
into our TV – fried the whole thing
But I will not graffiti my alleyways with
crude phalli,
Spewing armchair warrior slogans across the concrete

My best friend growing up was...

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Continued from Part 1

The City’s blur? A sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews –
Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues,
for churches, mosques and synagogues abide without a bruise.

No cantillation, belfry bells, monastic chants inspire
and Minarets, though...

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I felt a bit like Humbert, or John Proctor, 
an ageing vulture drawn to fresh young flesh. 
She was a pretty, witty Turkish doctor 
(so, not exactly plundering the creche!) 

She seemed to like me,...

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Westernmost in its regional placement and traditional identity,
rare but indigenous is its Arabian flavour,
and a significant bridge of peace 
between its brothers and their common enemy.
Displays an open tradition, appreciative of diabolism
as witches are integral...

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Sing a song of Taj Mahal
A landmark of lovers
And a lover's edifice
With medieval bowers
Tis a mecca for tourists
Tis sensational, tis exceptional, 
tis truly a touristy place

Watch the shine and shimmer 
of its magnificent marbled 
dome
By...

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"What neighborhood is this, we are passing?
I ask the New York Yellow Cab driver.  "Queens,"
he replies.  "I've been a lot of places," I say,
"but I've never been to Queens," where rows 
of houses,...

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In the Cave of the Madonna ( Village of Topollia Crete 1994 )
 
I formed a square of brick 
a block house of the future
and the years like dust lay thick 
around my door
many footsteps...

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Behind the door of wildflowers lies the door of light
One evening, I would allow the star to sing, sing, and sing to tears
For sheltered heart’s memories how they are changing, when the white wildflowers dance...

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I'm the rat in the maze
in his last dirty days,
choking on the hand that bleeds
I'm the lonely little child
with the creepy smile
who's seen what should never be seen
I'm the one who's blamed,
torn and stained
by the...

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The ink of your red heart
Sips the flowers, 
Besieges the olive 
In the iris of the eyes, 
Flirts the tunes
Hugs the minarets, 
And complains to the night
The sighs of sadness, 
And you are a dream
Asleep...

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This one’s a castle, that’s a customs-house.
They’re stolid, listless, just a little dull.
The sky supports an arbitrary gull.
The languidness of Lizst, the style of Strauss

are wholly absent.  Colours are metallic.
The eye sweeps over cornice,...

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There beneath the dome of ashen sky
Nary a hint tonight of her favorite stars 
And motion above of cumulus clouds
Neither does thunder, nor pleads aloud.

Restless, voiceless she poignantly recalls
Spark that evoked from doting heart
As under...

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"Yada Yada Hi Dharmasya

                               ...

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9:00pm on the dot
And I materialize on the spot:
A Benson ‘n’ Hedges spot
I would at it stop
On a fairly spent night
To enact a scene not right;
Raven-Black for stupid actions
The Pitch-Black unwise options;
Christ, I’m sure in...

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Tirelessly tapping the ecliptic elixir of modernity
the marionette hurls pebbles at minarets

The rot of this wretched wine vivified his rapturous pith
platting the tombs of his sodden salience 

The pangs of arousal cleave onto the inebriated...

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