Berto Kamp
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Poem "The Silent Nile":
- written June 2010
- published June 21, 2010
- viewed 7 times
Other poems by Berto Kamp:
»A Pottage Man«
»Angel Mother Of Mine«
»Berto's Prayer«
»Blackmail«
»Blue Car will do«
»Coal Shed«
»Desire«
»Disarray«
»Hunchback«
»Kibera Slum«
»Lamb to the slaughter«
»Life of an Unknown Man«
»Madness of a sane man«
»Man with fish«
»Midnight in Fes«
»Omie 8th of May«
»Piteous sight«
»Possibility«
»Rain«
»The Pot«
»Torrential Rain«
»Unknown Path«
»Victim Of Prey«
»Zenith«
Visit Berto Kamp's profile page
Poem "The Silent Nile":
- written June 2010
- published June 21, 2010
- viewed 7 times
Other poems by Berto Kamp:
»A Pottage Man«»Angel Mother Of Mine«»Berto's Prayer«»Blackmail«»Blue Car will do«»Coal Shed«»Desire«»Disarray«»Hunchback«»Kibera Slum«»Lamb to the slaughter«»Life of an Unknown Man«»Madness of a sane man«»Man with fish«»Midnight in Fes«»Omie 8th of May«»Piteous sight«»Possibility«»Rain«»The Pot«
»Torrential Rain«»Unknown Path«»Victim Of Prey«»Zenith«»The Silent Nile«
by Berto Kamp
Gliding floating down
As if you are Aladdin
But not touching the ground
Your bed of foliage that you have
You sit like Queen Cleopatra on her bed
Moving fast past the boats
The Nile is your only hope
No one can experience this
A story about Aladdin with a twist
Not a flying carpet in your hand
Instead Gods foliage that once belonged on land
Past the pyramids you do sail
Majestic in every way
Head held up high
Your thoughts way above the sky
What will happen to you when your carpet breaks up to soon?
Will you still sail
Maybe fly away
Leaving that bit of magic behind
All that matters is that you survive
As if you are Aladdin
But not touching the ground
Your bed of foliage that you have
You sit like Queen Cleopatra on her bed
Moving fast past the boats
The Nile is your only hope
No one can experience this
A story about Aladdin with a twist
Not a flying carpet in your hand
Instead Gods foliage that once belonged on land
Past the pyramids you do sail
Majestic in every way
Head held up high
Your thoughts way above the sky
What will happen to you when your carpet breaks up to soon?
Will you still sail
Maybe fly away
Leaving that bit of magic behind
All that matters is that you survive
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