#bedouin - Hello Poetry

Dry **** by Michael R. Burch You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every flower springs to life at once, but joy’s a wan illusion to the expert: the Bedouin has learned how not to want. Keywords/Tags: Water, rain, desert, oasis, flower, joy, life, illusion, Bedouin, expert, oasis, mirage

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Mar 6, 2020

Mar 6, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Dry ****

Dry **** by Michael R. Burch You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every flower springs to life at once, but joy’s a wan illusion to the expert: the Bedouin has learned how not to want. Keywords/Tags: Water, rain, desert, oasis, flower, joy, life, illusion, Bedouin, expert, oasis, mirage

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Water and Gold by Michael R. Burch You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every flower springs to life at once, but joy's a wan illusion to the expert: the Bedouin has learned how not to want. You came to me as riches to a miser when all is gold, or so his heart believes, until he dies much thinner and much wiser, his gleaming bones hauled off by chortling thieves. You gave your heart too soon, too dear, too vastly; I could not take it in; it was too much. I pledged to meet your price, but promised rashly. I died of thirst, of your bright Midas touch. I dreamed you gave me water of your lips, then sealed my tomb with golden hieroglyphs. Published by The Lyric, Black Medina, The Eclectic Muse, Kritya (India), Shabestaneh (Iran), Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry, Captivating Poetry (Anthology), Strange Road, Freshet, Shot Glass Journal, Better Than Starbucks, Famous Poets and Poems, Sonnetto Poesia, Poetry Life & Times Keywords/Tags: Water, rain, desert, flower, joy, oasis, illusion, mirage, Bedouin, miser, Midas, gold, golden, bones, rich, riches, thieves, heart, price, cost, thirst, tomb, hieroglyphs

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Mar 6, 2020

Mar 6, 2020 at 3:46 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Water and Gold

Water and Gold by Michael R. Burch You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every flower springs to life at once, but joy's a wan illusion to the expert: the Bedouin has learned how not to want. You came to me as riches to a miser when all is gold, or so his heart believes, until he dies much thinner and much wiser, his gleaming bones hauled off by chortling thieves. You gave your heart too soon, too dear, too vastly; I could not take it in; it was too much. I pledged to meet your price, but promised rashly. I died of thirst, of your bright Midas touch. I dreamed you gave me water of your lips, then sealed my tomb with golden hieroglyphs. Published by The Lyric, Black Medina, The Eclectic Muse, Kritya (India), Shabestaneh (Iran), Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry, Captivating Poetry (Anthology), Strange Road, Freshet, Shot Glass Journal, Better Than Starbucks, Famous Poets and Poems, Sonnetto Poesia, Poetry Life & Times Keywords/Tags: Water, rain, desert, flower, joy, oasis, illusion, mirage, Bedouin, miser, Midas, gold, golden, bones, rich, riches, thieves, heart, price, cost, thirst, tomb, hieroglyphs

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The bin lorry had been. I picked up a fragment of our neighbours lives, litter they must have scrapped. We do not know them. They're always moving on. Urban Bedouin, with a thousand and one domestic tales untold.

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC

tony-luxton

Tales Untold

The bin lorry had been. I picked up a fragment of our neighbours lives, litter they must have scrapped. We do not know them. They're always moving on. Urban Bedouin, with a thousand and one domestic tales untold.

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Fire burning, logs marching A path daunting, ranting taunts Chanting seamed Arabic hymns Chargrilled silky toned offerings The exquisite yurt tent warm Enclosed in ethnic kaleidoscope Bedouin tribal pneuma radiates Tensed and cordially punted Feral wild ones sociably awake Reticent,drained in frail noises Fainting in lapses, trailed to fail Tidal noises permeates above all Waved and enveloped in beats A drummed goblet, strummed oud Announcement of the lived life force The tidal rhythmic music timed All clapping and mesmerised Drawn in dangerous curves A continuum of introversion sorted The ever censored extroversion summed

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Jan 2, 2016

Jan 2, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC

SassyJ

Bedouin Chants

Fire burning, logs marching A path daunting, ranting taunts Chanting seamed Arabic hymns Chargrilled silky toned offerings The exquisite yurt tent warm Enclosed in ethnic kaleidoscope Bedouin tribal pneuma radiates Tensed and cordially punted Feral wild ones sociably awake Reticent,drained in frail noises Fainting in lapses, trailed to fail Tidal noises permeates above all Waved and enveloped in beats A drummed goblet, strummed oud Announcement of the lived life force The tidal rhythmic music timed All clapping and mesmerised Drawn in dangerous curves A continuum of introversion sorted The ever censored extroversion summed

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