The Sahara Ocean
The Sun scorching on the Sahara Ocean
Marvels at my delicate skin with a sun tan
It is a vast ocean of sand
Lying restfully in the scorching sun
Severe sand storms
Shower mud made shelters
As the sand moves south
This is the formidable Sahara
Occupied by religious scholars
Covered regularly in protective shawls
As they scrape the sands
Off their door steps
A peaceful sound
Announces spirituality
Allowing endless space for study
Only those with strength
Can survive this barren society
At night lingers a sophisticated sadness
While the burnt out brown skins
In the strange cold, gaze at the stars
Somewhere there is solitude
Lined up in silver clouded sands
The stylemark of the Sahara Ocean
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Tea In The Sahara
My sisters and i
Have the wish before we die
And it may sound strange
As if our minds are deranged
Please dont ask us why
Beneath the sheltering sky
We have this strange obsession
You have the means in your possession
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
The young man agreed
He would satisfy their need
So they danced for this pleasure
With a joy you could not measure
They would wait for him here
The same place every year
Beneath the sheltering sky
Across the desert he would fly
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
The sky turned to black
Would he ever come back
They would climb a high dune
They would pray to the moon
But hed never return
So the sisters would burn
As their eyes searched the land
With their cups still full of sand
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
song performed by by Police
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Tea In The Sahara
My sisters and i
Have this wish before we die
And it may sound strange
As if our minds are deranged
Please dont ask us why
Beneath the sheltering sky
We have this strange obsession
You have the means in your possession
We want our tea in the sahara with you
We want our tea in the sahara with you
The young man agreed
He would satisfy their need
So they danced for his pleasure
With a joy you could not measure
They would wait for him here
The same place every year
Beneath the sheltering sky
Across the desert he would fly
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
The sky turned to black
Would he ever come back?
They would climb a high dune
They would pray to the moon
But hed never return
So the sisters would burn
As their eyes searched the land
With their cups full of sand
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
song performed by by Sting
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Ocean Man
Ocean man, take me by the hand, lead me to the land that you understand
Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe is a real trip
Ocean man, the crust of a tan man embibed by the sand
Soaking up the thirst of the land
Ocean man, can you see through the wonder of amazement at the oberman
Ocean man, the crust is elusive when it casts forth to the childlike man
Ocean man, the sequence of a life form braised in the sand,
Soaking up the thirst of the land
Ocean man, ocean man
Ocean man
[repeat verses]
Ocean man
song performed by by Ween
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The Tuareg
A message of the Tuareg in the Sahara,
And of the heat of Africa that greets you;
But, you do have more stories for us to learn.
'Amen-Ra' and 'Hapi' to the Egyptians,
And of the copies made to the whole world!
But this message of the Tuareg is here to stay.
Greetings to the camel market in Cairo!
And of the sand's storm over the delta of the Nile;
But, let us love the salt water around us.
The salt of West Africa,
And of the caravans of camels on the Sahara;
But, i will keep on moving with the gladiators in my mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pacific ocean love pt.2
I went to the ocean
for a day
the waves and the sand
kept melancholy at bay
soaking and burning
in this salt
water pot
cleansing my soul
when God would not
my life
in pieces
scattered across
a barren land
I was baptized
in the Ocean
where the heavens
meet the sand
poem by Bryan Alexander
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As Time ~runs By
As Time Goes By
Each grain of sand
On the waste of Sahara
Is a word spoken
A lover´s whisper
A story told and
A song sung.
And now lizards and
Snakes burrow under
The sand to
Escape the fierce sun.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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In The Sandy Desert We Were Silent
In the sandy desert we were silent;
where white and brown sand lies next to each other
we saw aloes and lilies growing together,
a sand-grouse or maybe another bird
and still we did not say anything
but thirstily did not spill a dropp of water.
The vastness, the intensity,
the sun that burnt scorching
brought us nearer to God
whose love pierces through all things,
even in places of dry rock and sand
and total forsaking.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sand Blasting
Sand here, sand there.
Sand is mired everywhere.
It happened so quickly,
No time to think.
Shall I run for safety
or just sit tight?
and pray I'll make it
through the night.
Then came the roar,
the deafening sound.
Trees erupted
with the ocean abound.
Flooded towns.
No time to run
for higher ground.
Survival now comes to mind.
Power outage. You feel you're blind.
Morning comes. You look outside.
Recognition gone, no seaside.
Greif has come with no relief
You feel you're numb.
Sadness sets in. You ask God why?
No answer given. You wonder why?
Sand here, sand there.
You look around.
You become aware
That this can happen to anyone.
You see life differently.
There's no prodigal son.
We're all vulnerable,
Everyone.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Trenches of Melancholy
Your loss,
Has left me,
In infinite sadness;
As my grains of sand are displaced, grain by grain;
By your horizon-bound tide;
As the sand castles,
That were built deep within,
The walls of my temple,
Are now fragile to the torrents of your brine;
As I gather on abyssal depths;
Scattered on the ocean floor;
Far from your graceful self waltzing below the heavens;
A fateful journey of divergent destinies;
As sand castles part pristine white sands;
To embrace trenches of melancholy.
Oh the fragility of love!
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Last night I dreamt of you
Last night I dreamt of you
The sky was white and blue
Flapping your wings you flew
Towards me shining with love
that was honest and true
Dreams are born out of imagination
They also spring out of need
Sometimes they are fired by desire
Mine was probably triggered
by your presence in my moments
Last night I dreamt of you
You gazed at me and smiled
Flew past me by the sea sand
Stretching out your hand
Calling out my name
again, again and again
I wondered if it will rain
My imagination of you
Is completely brand new
My need for you
Is that we pair up as twos
My nightly dreamly desire
Is that you light up my fire
I can see you clearly
As you kiss me mildly
I can hear your heart pound
In rythm with the sea wave sounds
Ochestrating the right motions
Hence you get a promotion
to my private love ocean
Last night I dreamt of you
I wish dreams come true
It is funny
Everyone says that too
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The gap between the committed and the indifferent is a Sahara whose faint trails, followed by the mind's eye only, fade out in sand.
quote by Nadine Gordimer
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If you put the federal government in charge of the Sahara Desert, in 5 years there'd be a shortage of sand.
quote by Milton Friedman
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Find Me at the Edge
You will find me at the edge
Of the water
Where the sand and deep
Ocean meet
Here they collide
But never subside
And so goes their life
For all eternity
And the sky watches in awe
Jealous of the way the ocean
Can move about
But the ocean looks up
At the beautiful sky
And is grateful for
The sight it provides
Though now paralyzed
I close my eyes
And beg for hope
Here in the midst of vast skies
I dream of life
Here in my dreams so diverse
I lie to myself
So far away
I escape this day
And all my thoughts I lay
Here on the ground
That these stars shine upon
In a time where it mattered
When the stars came alive
And the moon shone bright
With the chorus of galaxies
Backing them up
Now they’re betrayed
As this sky starts to fade
And so they are paid
What they never deserved
All this I know
Come rescue me
While my thoughts are still free
And all I can see
Is this sky
That comes to life
Through sorrow and strife
Though sharp as a knife
I am comforted
You will find me at the edge
Of the water
Where the sand and deep
Ocean meet
Here I will be
poem by Dawn Michelle
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In A Time Of Dearth
Before me,
On either side of me,
I see sand.
If I turn the corner of my house,
I see sand,
Long, brown
Lines and levels of flat
Sand.
If I could only see a caravan
Heave over the edge of it:
The camels wobbling and swaying,
Stepping like ostriches,
With rocking palanquins
Whose curtains conceal
Languors and faintnesses,
Muslins tossed aside,
And a disorder of cushions.
The swinging curtains would pique and solace me.
But I only see sand,
Long, brown sand -
Sand.
If I could only see a herd of Arab horses
Galloping,
Their manes and tails pulled straight
By the speed of their going;
Their bodies sleek and round
Like bellying sails.
They would beat the sand with their fore feet,
And scatter it with their hind feet,
So that it whirled in a cloud of orange,
And the sun through it
Was clip-edged, without rays, and dun.
But I only see sand,
Long, brown, hot sand -
Sand.
If I could only see a mirage,
Blue-white at the horizon,
With palm-trees about it;
Tall, windless palm-trees, grouped about a-glitter.
If I could strain toward it,
And think of the water creeping round my ankles,
Tickling under my knees,
Leeching up my sides,
Spreading over my back.
But I only feel the grinding beneath my feet.
And I only see sand,
Long, dry sand,
Scorching sand -
Sand.
If a sand-storm would only come
And spit against my windows,
Snapping upon them, and ringing their vibrations;
Swirling over the roof;
Seeping under the door-jamb;
Suffocating me and making me struggle for air.
But I only see sand -
Sand lying dead in the sun.
Lines and lines of sand -
Sand.
I will paste newspapers over the windows to shut out the sand;
I will fit them into one another, and fasten the corners.
Then I will strike matches
And read of politics and murders and festivals
Three years old.
But I shall not see the sand any more,
And I can read
While my matches last.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Solitude On The Beach
I walk alone where we once walked,
the sand between my toes,
memories stalk my mind.
I look to the ocean, so endless.
Will I ever understand why
this ended so suddenly?
The waves crash, reminding me
of the sand castle we built.
It had to fall sometime,
and I guess our love had to fall too.
Why so soon? Why like this?
It seems like just yesterday.
The waves spray cold water
and I realize it's time to go.
Solitude on the beach will always be
my only connection to you
Since you are miles away
sleeping with the golden sun
and I am here on earth
left with only solitude on the beach.
Across The Ocean
traveled through the lost
showered in the mist
purple skies blue
sparks among the ocean
whistles the wind
as the sand twirl
birds fly in the same direction
peeked in the sunset
spot the light
ocean waves slow motion
dolphins speaks
suddenly butterflies in my stomach
tikkles me
the enviroment vanished
as the light seem to get smaller
the ocean wave moves faster
sun falls alseep
awaken the night
butterflies cross the ocean
while im burried in shock
missing you
across the ocean
poem by James Bost
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Sahara Desert
Africa oh! Africa, lays the Sahara the ocean of
desert, fading like a roaring Leon in the meadow of
pasture green spheres upon the shoulder of the fertile
land
wild as the weird wild creature passionately slow
and capture the vast splendid horizon of beautiful
scenery of forested and mountainous valley of
paradise of the East, welcome the canoe of the raging
speed of wind behind the curtail of trouble sky, have
conceived the Sahara Desert
come capture the eye that made to follow the wind
invades like Spartan in the City of Greece, nourish and
emptied the rich nutrient aging plateau of wealth and
leave no mercy beyond filter of imagination
you have come in a thousand enduring beauty
surfing the blue space open skies, where a decades of
envy and thirst lips comes the paramount surprise of
wilderness ghetto of dazzling sand and a zooming wind
to kiss the ground of survival and surpass the burden of
destruction
oh! paramount phenomenon of creation, hide not
the color of your dominion and relinquish the burden
that makes the world crazy, neither the wind laugh as
you blew, nor does the water soak the thirsting body of
unwanted Lilies in the pond
come and let the Lotus of Thailand, spoil the dry land
and pray for the rain to come.....
' a poem dedicated to the Great Green Wall of Africa '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Written.
I will still love you
Until the stars doesn't
dress the heaven
Until the heaven doesn't
reflect by river
Until the river doesn't
reach the ocean
Until the ocean doesn't
touch the sand
Until the sand doesn't
unmake its number
Until the last number doesn't
unrevealed its name
Even if our name in one soul doesn't
be written
poem by Ocean MisT
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Tiny dropp of his ocean
God crafted the ocean
as big as the universe,
We are rained here
again as vapour, to revert.
We are droplets of
that large ocean,
Which has endless depth
and endless region;
Which has endless past
and endless future
But we the drops
soon become the vapour.
Many of the droplets
will be lost in sea strand
Many will lost on the way
or soaked in the sand.
As vapour will be tiniest part
of Almighty’s big cloud,
To the same ocean again
as new dropp be sent down.
Cycle goes every season,
again and again,
Many times taken and sent
as untimely rain.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The Ocean! xx
The ocean is a mystery!
The ocean is a surprise!
The ocean is beautiful!
The ocean is a huge monster!
The ocean is never ending!
The ocean is silent!
The ocean is noisy!
The ocean is a time traveller!
The ocean is all about a distance!
The ocean is love!
The ocean is enjoyable!
The ocean is a godsend!
The Ocean is a winner! ! ! ! xx
poem by Premila Patel
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