Short Oases Poems

Their eyes oases,
How  shock they bury in tons-
Rots in high places...

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A child's toy
   a parent's joy...

with a storybook
   curled up in a nook...

Moments to treasure
   oases of pleasure...

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North African sands
        torrid dunes expand
        moonlight has a tan
         fry an egg no pan
         oases are damned
         god forsaken land


Tableau - 6 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
20/03/2021...

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He will listen and answer your prayer
As your life becomes free from past crisis,
This new year you will be an ace player,
As Lord adds wealth and good health as spices,
Your arid land shall be blessed with oases.



Dedicated to all my friends including YOU......

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Bloodthirstiness of ink's wickedness, 
ruthlessly dripped upon parchment
blistering an already screeching sun,
no footprints apparently left in sand as
oceans's bluffs turned oases to flatland,
there was no urgency for brutal honesty
aside factually, it unquestionably delivers...

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In its thunderous voice, the sky spoke 
"Let the rains fall upon you" 
"Beware the hurricanes" ...the wind screamed 
Electricity filled the atmosphere
Gods raised their rods 
Forests trampled by mudslides 
Snow blanketed the plains, and... 
The deserts oases claimed to be real 
Then, 
Showing its face; the sun 
Spoke in warmth...
 "Life"
Let there be!...

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Wishes favored over air
Hopes o’er constancy plain
Oases stripped of falsehoods fair
Still egged on by pain

Flowering hope, a swinish symbol
The sweet are only taste
Protective only as a ghostly thimble
Plummeting disgrace

Tip toe tip toe little dreams
You’re wrong, you’re air, you’re scarce
Glazed eyes reek of busted seams
In a knitted sleeve that tears...

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Isis is a goddess of magic stars
shooting like diamonds shielding 
a childs dreams Patroness to nature
a defender of the dead timeless
giver of life garden of life
oases every stars a child every 
Constellation a shield men her 
warriors the sky a bed of hope 
a silken blanket nature her weapon
to wield.

sign Jona Love 

my isis poem written sept. 16th, 2015...

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'Tis not that false sense of immortality
  which beats back horizons, neither
'tis some God-given prescience, not talent
  you warrant as indelibly yours

No, 'tis the quiet of the still hours
  deep in the night; a walk in the forest
through nature's delight; oases of
  tranquility ~ the world aright




              January 17, 2021
   Completely Your Choice (43) Contest
           Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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Time's Deserts
 
As One, walks the desert sands of time,
Oases, do appear, quenghes the soul's thirst,
A moment later, like ever shifting sands, 
Is soon gone, vissions of, erased by wind's design.
Memory ?, was it a dream ?, a reality ?,
Or just a mirage ?,an illusion ?, to delude oneself.
A Companion, to leave another set of foot prints ?,
As One, walks the ever shifting sands of time,
On One's own, all alone ?
 
B. J. "A" 2
May 6th 2012...

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We travel through the sand dunes,
And look for oases,
At nights we see the moon,
And in the day-time- Look for roses.

The weather so hot and cold,
With sand below glittering in the sun like Gold,
We feel the hot sunshine,
And for a drop of cool water-We pine!

Our camels look for a shelter,
And our skin sweat like being next to a heater,
Yet we carry hope and move on,
And that hope and our thirst to reach our goal makes all our pains gone....

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SMOKING  ON   NEVSKY  PROSPEKT


Late summer  - too tired to try
To keep up with  world going  by
Anonymous  face  a foreign  voice  
Girl with dark eye-shade  of choice
Man  unsmiling in leather jacket
Passing   me and  my cigarette packet  


The noise of buses on the breeze
The   canal-boat  tours under the trees
Smells of  borsch  and kasha please   
Ice cream women  in their cool oases
Petersburg  sun  fading fast
This cigarette will be my last...

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An infinite scourging desert life would be
An endless journey into reality and schemes, 
Without oases, where we could rest and cool
If wouldn't have had the chance to make dreams*


© Demetrios Trifiatis
  05 SEPTEMBER 2014 

 
*Inspired by Eileen Manassian’s poem,A DREAM WITHIN REALITY.
And the comment I made: Without dreams ,life would be an endless journey on an infinite scourging desert, without ever finding an oasis to rest for to carry on your voyage!...

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I was only a ragged bairn
When my death was born
When first became last
My carcass became dust

Across the cold, solemn limbo
sorrow was my only pillow
I was tacilty laid in peace
But my souls was never at ease

Coldness melted my broken pieces
After my breath dried the oases
I mourn not for my death
But for my sour and bitter fate

My gravemound was an absent site
No flowers, no wreath, no light
Only grassess and a solid trace
Of a falling statuette without a face...

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