Best Sandstorm Poems

Shishi and I, just draped our doll,
Giggling, in the shade of a sacred scroll.

Stood by the well and eyed us long,
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An assault of cabbage leaves on the pavement
Tries vainly to cover up the manholes;
Splattered egg yolk on the serrated kerb:
Two men look from the window. Wind blows.
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CHAPTER I

I cannot blame old Israel yet,
For I am not a sage—
I shall not know until I get
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When your thoughts still keep me awake,
I have no one besides stars and moon to converse.

All your promises fly like fireflies,
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In Lidda, in Ramla, in the Galilee,
we shall remain
like a wall upon your chest,
and in your throat
like a shrad of glass,
a cactus thron,
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Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,
Than the terrible silence where drought is fought out there in the western hell;
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The desert sand had covered most
of Ali's scrawny body,
his camel, down and bellowing
the sandstorm was ferocious.
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Swirling around in the desert sky,
Where not even the ravens choose to fly.
Down off the mountains in a furious gale,
Darkening the desert sky so pale.
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by Zhu Zhu
(translated by Denis Mair)

I
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Memories
Flooding me
Like sandstorm
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What shakes the trees so violently? ’Tis Wind;
What moves the clouds hither/ thither? ’Tis Wind;
What takes the tornado around? ’Tis Wind;
What brings the sandstorm on the earth? ’Tis Wind.
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Sand arose
covering everything
A windstorm
shut our eyes
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The sandstorm swirls, pebbles and sand
Hitting dour walls
Dance, dance the slow music
Elements appeasing music
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<i>For Justin Clemens

Fin-de-Siècle</i> France
much more congenial
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It’s a stop-over on a Spring day
when, walking through the bush, I see them.
Bees. Wild bees, already clustered,
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Walled behind thoughts of yesterday, gradually turning away
from past tears, an individual stands alone in the middle
of a desert sandstorm.
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'Oh! the howling of desert winds
You are blowing so fierce again
As you tried to restrain the minds
Of tough camels and sturdy men
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Myths and spells of a faraway land
Where sun is like fire and skin is tanned
Travelling through the land of gods and pharaohs
My heart's pierced from love's arrows
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I saw a traveller coming from the desert
wrapped in white cloth
and the man greeted me, asked for water
and told me about Ozymandias, the great king
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When The Great Bard wrote his epic plays
America was the new frontier
A widening world of wonder.
But now we look with eagle-eyed telescopes
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She ponders the fidelity
Of the stars and the moon.
And she comes to me
Like an angry sandstorm
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Day, I leave this world to dust.
Another shall return as promised:
if you don't believe a bird can fly,
then why hold it caged till it dies.
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Here I am in a house full of people,
Me in my empty house.
Here is a home for many settled souls,
Though mine is vagabond.
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A caterpillar sheds her skin, to find a butterfly within

An oyster yields tears of pain, to create a pearl so trim
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it is the feeling
of a desert that we
feel sometimes
deep in our
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the winds are
too strong
sands are carried
and you close
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i could have chosen
the rhyme
so there will be a song
singing its own
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as usual we know about it as
hills know its trees
as grass knows its hoppers
and soil
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scorched.....
anchored by thirteen suns
and
forty two moons....
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In a desolate wasteland I roamed for days and nights
A blinding sandstorm nearly ripped me to shreds
After an ominous silence reigned, I saw the northern lights
And heard something in the rear making heavy treads
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There was a sandstorm:
But we didn’t belong in her garden of
Mirages,
While the students were blowing
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There was a sandstorm:
But we didn't belong in her garden of
Mirages,
While the students were blowing
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Firm friend where others faltered,
Egypt’s first Lord of Peace.
Assassination altered
Revenge to release!
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Fourteen years have flown past
Each one took toll till peace
At last seemed to have grown fast
Reflecting needs to piece
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it was the night that knew
the curve of my lips
the line of its own horizon
neath its touch-time
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I have previously observed this place
and this meeting is surely destined,
maybe somewhere here, we did embrace,
while emotions now grabs hold of us
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eating the sandstorm and the overripe tangerines

I sent my poems out to the oasis
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The light is cold, a lack-lustre unleavened white
threatening death, trying to burn eyes from their
sockets, a one-dimensional glare like a morgue
in overexposure; but with large, luminous insect
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In kingdoms of camel raj
with long queues
in the entourage
often the camouflage
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(after Sipho Sepamla)

Like leaves falling in the autumn
and scratching are swished by the wind
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The wind is covering everything,
covering with red-brown dust,
burying the present, the past
with a future in which peace
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After your father’s demise
you didn’t have a god
but you had to find one
or you’re writing of children’s stories
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The Oasis
I was visiting an oasis in the Sahara, with my dog a pointer, but the night
came so quickly I had to camp in the car, shared my food and water with
the dog. I got up before sunrise, wanted to see the birth of morning when
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The Bitch

You came into my life the day I was marrying my dog
like a sandstorm out of the blue, it blinded me somehow
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Love is a union with the universe
Words are bees; bless the hive
That sleeps at the entrance
Where a black sun, consumes, sleeps.
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Oh, midnight nightingale with the long hair
Was all that what happened just biochemical warfare
Was there a light, a flare blinking infrared
How does your mouth break, alter bread?
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Nature is a sandstorm
it cannot be controlled
it cannot be tamed to be a lamb.
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Loving your image as it floats before me,
forlorn and no place to put down your head.
Crying so definitively, doubly missing our
times together.
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Prayers being prayed, life continuing onward as usual
daily.

Wanting changes to occur, doing my level best to make
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Listening to inner measures of time, portraying the years I have lived.
Following my heart, choosing my own paths to bring me home to pastures of my being.
Selectively touching heart-strings, pacifying inner turmoil left from yesterday's years of abuse.
Whistling down darkened aisles, hoping to keep away frightening images, trying to attack me again.
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Standing in a sandstorm, squinting into the haze,
trying to see through it to the other side.
Suddenly rain pouring down, settling all the dust
on the ground where it belongs.
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Sifting through my fingers,
Pourning from my hands,
Shifting in the hour glass
These grains of various sands.
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In those sand dunes
hear them tunes
trying to tame a belly flame
and a horse from Karalkum
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I am the greatest
I am greater than you
I have walked those many miles of my life
with humbleness and compassion
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You and your sweetheart
sitting side by side under a generous shadow
of a grandfather tree humming
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Don't Bless Me With Rain
I don't want to sweep away
My ugly entity.
I love my own identity
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DeepInStillness

For a long time past
I lived as a clod of clay
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About Me

For a long time past
I lived as a clod of clay
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If I could ride upon this sandstorm
And whirl myself to you
Ah Love, if this distance were no more...
If I could sit upon this moonbeam
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On that Beach,
A nature's dream,
All I have ever went out to seek,
I had realized,
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A column of light rises from here to havens,
Scattered exhaust but no pigeons or ravens,
Visible is only light blue clouds in the deep
While black night quietly tucked in asleep,
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How far Nostalgia walks,
Her Bouquet held to chest,
In slow stride across
Time-dusted floodplain,
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With a crack of the trainers' whip, the ferocious lions appear
You can feel your knees a knocking, as they are so frighteningly near
The largest of all the lions, a stupendously enormous beast
Walks towards the trainer, licking its lips, as it eyes up a feast
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… They stood at the forest's edge,
gazing at the top of the Cedar Tree,
gazing at the entrance to the forest.
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Where is the spring?
Peach red, white blossoms, apricot blossom pear flower...
Spring breeze kissed my lips and tongue softly.
Spring is really good!
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HOURGLASS


Of sinew sear shearing
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In the glaring sun on the melting sand
She marches from near by souk
Pushing a shopping cart to noble palace
Where she slaves for the day and night
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When there is silence outside under the snow
I wish I could be a stone watching from below
The cold masses would provide me with peace
A state of mind I would love to increase
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Where the sky meets the ocean
The more travelling is done, the further it seems
Though enjoyed the experience in between
Meeting new people,
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Whenever I feel bad
Or maybe so sad
My heart is pumpin'
And also raging
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Smartness across the border
Images crossing the magzine
black butterfly hanging n twinkling
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The reeds bent,
When there was
a blowing wind.
The oak tree
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It's a little something inspecificly small
prodding and pounding inside our minds
looking for a way in or out, haunting us
a unslaked thirst, an insurmountable itch
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The resurgence is as urgent and as urgently needed as breathing itself
This is long overdue and somehow right on cue
Something's happening, this is something to do
Something different, something new
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I am a fifty six years of age old man
And my mind is not at ease
The messengers are coming in thick and fast
And my destiny cannot be appeased
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How fragile the links of certainty
How tenuous the connections in time
Humanity..and all its achievements
Are simply footprints in the sandstorm
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Reaching over dunes in the sandstorm that is our lives
We pitch our tents apart, lit by a desert sun that burns the sky
I sleep alone, far from the disdain of cold skin
Once we knew each other, like a brief desert shower
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' Because of YOUR Love... '

(Isa.40: 29,31)
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The loss of god and my demons,
A time of distinct longing for all things unearthly,
Scattered illusions of unknown desires,
The restlessness of the soul, I feel ghostly.
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all i want is to simply be happy
and nothing else
nothing so easy as to smile at another
why do we cringe instead?
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A lone warrior,
Whom no one knows.
An unearthly power,
That seems to grow.
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I look up the stars,
and you are,
upon the horizon.
You are smiling,
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I can see lands below,
I can see trees and lakes too,
I can feel the sun on my way,
I can see the mighty bright day.
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from the dead I'll rise, to go back to grave with honour
from the ashes I'll rise, to burn down ignorance of all genre
from the dust I'll rise, to create the sandstorm of hate
from the hate I'll rise, to end this vampiric wait
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A face half in shadow
in the gallery;
sudden silence
among the guests,
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Like sand floating in the Wind
You come back to me
It´s haunting
You´re as fragile as you could be
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In love even a small grain of sand is enough to start a sandstorm and soon.. things gets blown out of proportion for seemingly innocent acts..

.... just as when you fool around with others....
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for Ryan

The Southern Belle Supper Club.
A pianist, an ear-ring
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Now having caused so much mischief in the realm of heaven, all the Gods joined together to drive Trickster into the lands of the Mortals.
In the sky, as Eagle, Trickster brought thunder and lightning.
In the sea, as Shark, he summoned the tidal wave.
In the desert, as Tortoise, he brought sandstorm.
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Yes, your love brings happiness,
To me, the pining, far-away soul;
The Dreamer weaving his thoughts,
As he wanders on the shifting sand;
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Red rose peddles
Floating in puddles
Stained with a bloody dye
Filled with tears of those who cried
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Stark desert filled with sand,
Not hollow nor pregnant but flat,
You lie in the sun hotly and most alone.
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The simple garden at the back of the house
with it’s playhouse standing in the corner
and the empty bird feeder swinging from the fence
faces dead north.
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lost and wandering
searching for the way
your face appears but gone
there for me and back to you
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Caught in a sandstorm we strive onwards,
The sand is awesome, the sand is massive;
We throw our weapons down swiftly to seal
Our pact with the desert people, the nomads.
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He has might of an acolyte,
Wise and elevated in spirit;
Airtight, with the seclusion,
His arms are the differentiated
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