November’s Writings, 2006 [by: D. L. Siluk] Part 2. "Poems from Afar"
Poems from Afar
Poems out of Istanbul, Cairo, Tanger,
North Korea, & America
Song for Cairo
They swallow their vices like vultures,
Akin to vultures, I say
(I seen it all in 1998):
All smiles, like dead camels,
At the dusty market
Outside of Cairo…!
Dedicated to those guarding the
Mohammad Ali Mosque, in Cairo; #1541 10/27/2006
Song in Tanger
Oh, I know William Burroughs
And his mate, Ginsberg, too,
Met in Tanger, many years ago
(Here lies a sea of fools);
Glad I went in ’92.
Dedicated to the gay community, and W.B, and his mate.
#1542, 10/28/2006
Hail Pyongyang
(Sometimes you get what you ask for):
Doom and desire,
Pentacles unseen
Dare the dire—
America!..
Dedicated to North Korea, and their king,
Kim Jong II and his tender ego #1543
Epitaph for a US Presidency
[Dedicated to: G.W. Bush]
Out of the attic comes the fool
No abysmal smell, just suffering from dismal;
Erratic he became, seeker of dreams;
Pluck the poor fellow
Out of the White House.
Note: It is sad at best, to see the downfall of what could have been the greatest
Presidency of the 21st century drop down such a deep abyss. #1544 10/29/2006
Song of Istanbul
I saw a belly dancer shake her breasts,
Holding tight onto the hilltop—
And a friend from New Zealand
Had her sit upon my lap, back
In 1996: I wasn’t sure what was
His quest? The Turkish woman
Had beautiful saber teeth, and all
The rest—and I just prayed the sultan
Wouldn’t come in…!
Dedicated to: the Belly Dancers in Turkey #1540 10/28/2006
Poems out of Istanbul, Cairo, Tanger,
North Korea, & America
Song for Cairo
They swallow their vices like vultures,
Akin to vultures, I say
(I seen it all in 1998):
All smiles, like dead camels,
At the dusty market
Outside of Cairo…!
Dedicated to those guarding the
Mohammad Ali Mosque, in Cairo; #1541 10/27/2006
Song in Tanger
Oh, I know William Burroughs
And his mate, Ginsberg, too,
Met in Tanger, many years ago
(Here lies a sea of fools);
Glad I went in ’92.
Dedicated to the gay community, and W.B, and his mate.
#1542, 10/28/2006
Hail Pyongyang
(Sometimes you get what you ask for):
Doom and desire,
Pentacles unseen
Dare the dire—
America!..
Dedicated to North Korea, and their king,
Kim Jong II and his tender ego #1543
Epitaph for a US Presidency
[Dedicated to: G.W. Bush]
Out of the attic comes the fool
No abysmal smell, just suffering from dismal;
Erratic he became, seeker of dreams;
Pluck the poor fellow
Out of the White House.
Note: It is sad at best, to see the downfall of what could have been the greatest
Presidency of the 21st century drop down such a deep abyss. #1544 10/29/2006
Song of Istanbul
I saw a belly dancer shake her breasts,
Holding tight onto the hilltop—
And a friend from New Zealand
Had her sit upon my lap, back
In 1996: I wasn’t sure what was
His quest? The Turkish woman
Had beautiful saber teeth, and all
The rest—and I just prayed the sultan
Wouldn’t come in…!
Dedicated to: the Belly Dancers in Turkey #1540 10/28/2006
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