Drifting Dopple

Drifting Dopple

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey

Painting the world with words


Herbal smoke drifts up the clouds

Green butterflies flutter around my head

Libyan man protesting the current regime

N.A.T.O. Failed another people

Journalist snapping shots asking questions

Locked away in Galileo’s room

F.M. Frequencies filter through the purple sky

Streetlights turn off one by one

Heavy taste of prune juice stains the tongue

I enter the house of prayer

Humbling myself to the Father of the universe

Cool air melts cubes of tea

Born again moments passed

Herbal smoke lingers no longer

Drift to the clouds

Only a pile of ash remains

© 2012 Abdul Batin Osman Bey

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Abdul Batin Osman Bey
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Herbal smoke ha ha best your Dad don't see this

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Abdul Batin Osman Bey

9 Years Ago

I don't think my dad would care but I'll keep it in mind

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Added on July 14, 2012
Last Updated on July 14, 2012
Tags: herbal, smoke, N.A.T.O., regime, Galileo, frequencies, tongue, melt, moments, clouds


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