A pred o vile name of dustin wallace some scum that degraded to slime, is in snake river correctional doing two terms for the crime.' He violated to the death i beleive
A girl of only five years or six.? Sahara was
To be his victim, the thought makes me feel so sick.' Judge Garrison gave him the gift, of two life terms inside.' But it could not restore Sahara, to her father..And today
Still bitter tears he cries.' Because the state
Has changed its stance on crimes done by
Felons under eighteen years at time of deed.' And Tyler Saharas devoted dad is down upon his knees.' They have reccomended the slime that is within its prison cell to be released back to the town
Where Tyler Dwight still dwells.' I beleive there is a facebook page where you can leave your thoughts.? And even a petition
If you might care aught.' To help this broken hearted man, maybe thats the thing
To do, i trust this poems staying up or i"m
Getting legal i promise all of you.!!!!
Someone on the TV
told me bright sunshine
red sky at night
the outlook is fine
and the app on my phone
says blue skies are due
but when has the forecast
ever been true
it seems like the Sahara
with no oasis in sight
and just another foolish dream
to see me through the starry night
a voice on the radio
said the storm will disperse
things won't go south
or take a turn for the worse
but it's an ill wind won't blow
all the grey clouds away
no matter what
the weatherman may say
it was an ill wind
blew for you to stray
and it's an ill wind
won't bring you home today
They say the Sahara was once full of life
Could you believe it? that dead grey sand was once covered by green grass?
These dead dry valleys were once full of water? sounds unbelievable
They say man kind's activities and a little bit of nature did that
If the world which was made for mankind to live in couldn't take it then
Who am I? YOH Deeds are destroying me just like yoh ancestors did to the Sahara.
I been the first to call n the last to text, been there for you I GUES YO TOO blind to see that
Soon the monsoon will shift just like it did from the Sahara
I won't leave no foot prints for you to remember that you were once prioritised, loved and cared for
Just like the Sahara it will be impossible to think that I once loved you, cried for you and always ran after you
Just like the dead grey sand crying for rain so you will for the love you don't appreciate now
Goodbye I am where I'm appreciated now.
by M.H BALOYI
If my heart were a rose garden
I would pick one satin rose
everyday,
for my ravishing ruby beloved,
whose heart beats in delicate violets,
whose gaze sings me lavender lullabies,
whose touch I crave like
someone dying in Sahara,
whose face I miss the most,
on days twisting and turning
as a meandering melancholic river,
and on numb nights,
I am left empty
as a poignant porcelain vase.
Oh my vanilla scented beauty,
come make me beam
under your gasping glory,
awaiting you to wrap
these parched heartbeats
in your shimmering shadows.
Oh my sepia smudged sweetness,
spaces within my dotted scribbles
crave your presence,
come be my destiny
in epilogue of eternity,
where you and I,
will be a story spun in splendour --
flowing freely
in cocooned calligraphic elegance.
Wanderer,
free spirit,
gets around the endless world,
he relentlessly seeks happiness.
Open your eyes
encounter an aurora borealis
simple to perfection,
like a lost Eskimo
or as a Buddhist monk
who attains Nirvana somewhere in distant Burma.
Or rather as an aborigine influenced by mysticism
or a lost Sufi
among the vapors of the hookah,
the scents of a forgotten time
that leave behind only the perfume of memories
abandoned in the wilderness of life.
Being a Berber in the desert
or Sahara Tuareg,
when the pleasure is enjoyed in a fleeting moment
while absorbed in timeless meditation,
enjoying life
in perpetuity carpe diem.
The Sahara is another vast sea
Of zero-edge horizons
And remote hours of austerity
For "sailors" upon caravans
And the Sun beams mercilessly
And seems cruel to patrons
Until the Wind scoffs haggardly
And reshapes its art of dunes.
Saharan dust
gold round the lake’s edge
squirrels make merry
The journey of a thousand miles
Begins with a step taken with smiles
If there had not been a will
The records would have remained as nil
Never say never
Impossibilities won't last forever
Your daring adventure
Is an obscured voyage to some brainpower
We know that eagles can fly
But your eagle is built with a sly
For plying through that wasteland
What you did for the heart in the hand
Can never be done without courage
Or didn't you in the desert use the wheel to rage
Or ired by the intense torrent of the haboobs
Through the nights in the desert where you have no cubes
How did you escape the windy sand rain
I envy the courage that took over your brain
Such that you didn't know what to fear
And for impending dangers you didn't think to veer
Kunle Adeyanju has become a brand of idea
In his honour I rejoice with his fans on social media
They prove that love and care give more courage
A lesson for our leaders to learn to encourage
Is our bliss a desert storm or did the camel spit?
— quote by author
JOURNEY THROUGH THE SAHARA
camel with two humps
love’s staggering lumps
our wedded trip, high
sun spits in each eye
3/21/2022
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I will not weep when I finally bid you farewell
My eyes will be as dry as the sands of the Sahara
as cement under the blazing summer sun
as brittle brown leaves in autumn
crunching and crumbling under your feet
What purpose would it serve?
Not a single tear I’ve ever shed
has brought back to life
anyone dear to me who is now dead
or converted scorn to care
in the hearts of they who have
harbored hatred for me
or led any I’ve ever loved to return it
I will simply silently and solemnly
fade away into dust
dispersing in the air
unnoticed
Happy birthday, dear Romina,
Arid land has a warm climate;
In the desert of Sahara,
The surrounding is so quiet.
Topic: Birthday of Romina G. Espinosa (March 22)
SubSaharan Bride:
There was a huge everlasting impression
As he unveiled her with great fascination
Firstly, in a fantasy of his vivid emotions
She becomes his past, present and future
Lastly, with bliss and high degree passion
Saying “I do”, she totes his nomenclature
She symbolizes the beauty of simplicity
As she epitomizes the simplicity of beauty
She is the pearl gem on a prized ornament
And a crown trophy of an epic tournament
Her panache heals wounds like bandages
As her aura speaks all the love languages
She is by far the most beautiful creature
In all the vast lands of Sub Saharan Africa
With unique, elegant and heavenly features
She outshines the portrait of the Mona Lisa
The glow and glitter from her sparkly eyes
Brings wonder to Welcomes and Goodbyes
True love knows not your past situation
Nor cares about your present location
It will find you even in your self isolation
It will subdue your denials and hesitation
It will revitalize your focus and dedication
In the end, Congratulations and Jubilation
Jideofor.Obidike as “PlantagenetKing”
SubSaharan Bride:
There was a huge everlasting impression
As he unveiled her with great fascination
Firstly, in a fantasy of his vivid emotions
She becomes his past, present and future
Lastly, with bliss and high degree passion
Saying “I do”, she totes his nomenclature
She symbolizes the beauty of simplicity
As she epitomizes the simplicity of beauty
She is the pearl gem on a prized ornament
And a crown trophy of an epic tournament
Her panache heals wounds like bandages
As her aura speaks all the love languages
She is by far the most beautiful creature
In all the vast lands of Sub Saharan Africa
With unique, elegant and heavenly features
She outshines the portrait of the Mona Lisa
The glow and glitter from her sparkly eyes
Brings wonder to Welcomes and Goodbyes
True love knows not your past situation
Nor cares about your present location
It will find you even in your self isolation
It will subdue your denials and hesitation
It will revitalize your focus and dedication
In the end, Congratulations and Jubilation
Jideofor.Obidike as “PlantagenetKing”
Can't think of a more inhospitable place
The Sahara Desert has such a barren landscape
Yet people exist
Continue to subsist
It boggles the mind how it's a livable space
A blue Sahara is the sea
whose depths are turquoise sands that gleam
beneath the surface brilliantly.
A blue Sahara is the sea.
Sun touches it with clarity
and leaves me drowning in its dream.
A blue Sahara is the sea
whose depths are turquoise sands that gleam.
July 1, 2019
Poem based on picture #1
Contest: Poetically Me This Picture What Cha' See Poetry Contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
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