Sirocco Poems - Poems about Sirocco

...I was born in the African horn, In a village, that was always warn torn, Tired of my life, on a gloomy morn, I took that fateful decision alone. Without telling my loving family, I left them b......Read the rest...

...A question like a ramrod Could an interviewee hit like rod: For The Recklessly Unprepared And the sure disaster prepaid… As question waits for the rare gem, Heard slight noises a big problem,......Read the rest...

... "White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" underneath the static what exists is never seen nor heard for what it truly is the eyes and mind retaliate in the ......Read the rest...

...summer winds arid whirlwinds spin spread scent of dried pine needles ~ forest pursues rain sirocco mistrals winds gusts wither tumbleweeds ~ summer heat shivers parched solstice te......Read the rest...

...Your swell appetite for tobacco Is a sure life-time divider; Of winds making her a sirocco, Even as she stops being your provider … Softening and calmer, asks you aside And entreats you to he......Read the rest...

...A sirocco greeted me rushing past in heated blasts my maps had ruined her weekend. I sought the cool glare of the new receptionist only to be buffeted by the nor’east gale emanating from the o......Read the rest...

...Grief lasts for a little while. Its hurt does beguile. Nightmare’s fog released, ‘where am I’ A torrential fracture of the sky. Indeed the steps, you can’t deny, as you’re not ready to say goo......Read the rest...

...What do you think about John? About talks that he’d soon be gone For forged papers from a con That should in USA drop him And just like that – Kim! He is A Towering Don! The sweet life smartly......Read the rest...

...Resting in Benign Pleasure By Sy Roth They watched me, Waiting for a segue. Continuously gazing at me A waxen bowl of fruit Tantalizing, Clinging to my every move Like lichen on the lee......Read the rest...

...THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART ONE GIBRALTAR / DJEBEL-TARIQ 711 AD / 92 AH In the eyes of the hawk Djebel Musa to Djebel Tariq is the tactical distance across the tur......Read the rest...

...My Love Is a Palm Tree My Love Is a Palm-Tree Who’s she? A palm-tree lofty head to which the morning sun first pays homage before it falls on earthly faces; Who’s she? A palm-......Read the rest...

...love once parched gasps as sanctuaries die a thirst endures unquenched to perish in the wink of an eye fervor spawned unyielding winds abrasive to blinded eyes an oasis yields today prey to......Read the rest...

...A sand blown whisper taunts my soul With rippling samba’s rigmarole This soul perspires mosaic paint As rose vine perfume makes me faint. Souls breathe fire to yearn and smoulder Seismic......Read the rest...

...Lute Curved, inviting, light, it has the look of antique ships, a galleon bulge of straight-grained woods. Fretful cat-gut cords coiled taut by silver screws above the calibrated neck concea......Read the rest...

...Carried away on a summer breeze riding the current of a Sirocco wind floating on clouds with grace and ease summer time always carries me away. Summer breeze against my face summer......Read the rest...