Long Moroccan Poems

Tell her you saw me ...

Tell her I was out on the bluff at the Cape
during a gale, much too close to the rocks.
Tell her the surf was tormenting the ledges,
its roar far too loud...

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The bombers began to bleed
their heavy tears of death
from 20,000 feet above the breathless battlefield, 
B-17 Flying Fortress formations
moving with apocalyptic aplomb
the shadows of high metal crosses by the hundreds
rippling along the rugged roman earth
bringing...

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I found comfort in hope, a raw reality in regret.
And lost my way in the game of life, all my chips in on a bet.
I stared at an amaranthine desert that stretched out to the...

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I've dreamed of something special for quite some time,
a vacation I've envisioned that would be simply sublime.
I'll be leaving from Miami on a round-the-world cruise
and I reserved a balcony room to enjoy the scenic views.

I'll...

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Lost my kids once just for a  minute or so in the fair:  needle in haystack.
Busy and purposeful Sunday morning. Fascinating bee hive but I wanted my kids back

Thought they were next to...

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MARKET    IN    BRITTANY,     FRANCE

Lost my kids once just for a  minute   or so  in the market:   needle in haystack.
Busy...

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Working in a bookstore it’s easy to identify….
which books will bring a smile to the face…which ones bring a teardrop to the eye

But every now and then…I see someone’s reaction…I see how they’re affected…
by a...

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there is a brothel there down the street,
built like a palace three stories high,
hear anklets jingle on dancing feet,
with singing and drums as you pass by.

I have chanced within once as a youth,
to savour pleasures...

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The genie in the bottle  beside Alladin's lamp
awaiting the cue to perform her dance
Aromatic spices fill the air..authentic meals to be my fare.
Tagines of fowl and lamb....fish and yams 
 Bastille chicken flavored with...

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We the People
Will disagree
On taxation and prosperity
On liberty and duty

We the People
Are every color of Christianity
Every Jewish prayer, every song of Islam
The puritans, the atheists and the Amish
Are neighbors here

We the People
Are Jamaican and Japanese
Swedish...

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PoetrySoup may need to re-think how it allows writers to act as unelected Tyrant of POETRY here. July Morning reads one item, & wants to dictate how I may think, write, worship .... Are we...

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.........The Belly Dancer.........

Stood beside her teacher on the stage.
Young, brunette. Hip hugger magenta 
jeans and a short bandana shoulder 
less top...
Her young heart leapt with dreams of 
dancing fame.
Shoes were forbidden, just her
beautiful feet showed.
And...

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Achmed made a marvellous find 
as he walked inside the Bazaar, 
all kinds of mysterious treasures
deposited from near and far: 

A Heart of purest Gold
nestled inside a wooden chest, 
some cobwebs clung to the side
yet...

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I savor a hearty repast of meat and smashed pertaters,
And a salad liberally laced with fresh termaters,
But spare me anything slathered with anchovy paste!
('Tis just a matter of my discriminating taste!)

'Tis a gastronomic delight dining...

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I met a young woman from the middle east
She asked me to walk her to town,
and took my arm.
She felt good, smelt nice
auburn hair, white jacket and trousers,
crisp cotton, studded with gemstones.
We walked through an...

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Look how they fall like angels to the earth!
But no soft landing down amongst those rocks.
Those devils on the bridge with gleeful mirth
Terrorised the townsfolk as wolves do flocks
Of sheep at lambing time. For all...

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Boot Black Parlor; hats are cleaned, for ladies and the gents,
Boot Black Parlor; hats are cleaned, for ladies and the gents,
Cigars and cigarettes are sold,
My legacies to you.

Union avenue; my home your tenement, from the...

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At a wishing well

Comes a brand new morning
From a full blue moon
And the birds are out singing
And the flowers in bloom

I hear the children laughter
As they play so joyfully
With So much happiness 
But there is...

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A chef gave Dad a gift he’ll never use,
a cookbook full of gourmet recipes.
Some call for twenty-plus ingredients.
Dad knows, for these, prep time won’t be a breeze.

If Dad’s to dine on chicken cordon bleu,
Moroccan lamb,...

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Accidently in Paris 
 
From the bus station in Paris, I was taking a taxi to a posh
part of Paris, the driver a Moroccan didn`t know the way, but I had a map
he could not...

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Poetry reading in Paris

Paris, six or seven years ago
I was invited to read my poems in front of an audience
At the time I wrote many pro-Palestinians poems
and I had nothing good to say about Israel.
I...

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Times of old dwindle throughout captured in leaves of parchment sewed individually into bounded Moroccan, Spanish, and Russian Leathers, seeping the smells of old centuries wisdom enclosed. 

 Taking the mind into the beyond where...

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I saw you in my room last night
and you always used to grow cold
when you felt the ceiling fan cool your skin
I remembered when we used to talk
and share our memories
You of morocco 
and mine...

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Velcro ripped and soda fizz
Velvet crushed Moroccan night
Nocturnal buterflies those flickering fireflies
Our winking spies like circling satelites
Coming together , we fissures of light
Delicious refrain  we split like  pomegranite
Love spinning round the  sun...

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The Moroccan star shines down on me tonight
Giving me light to keep going
Have to fight
Masquerading as a white knight
You are but a dark, gloomy reminder of Hell
Dancing on my spleen
Crumpling my feet
Galloping across my heart
Trampling...

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