Port Said, bustling with activity Sounds of the cheerful, whistling Bambouti Singing Egyptian folklore tales Little bum-boats adding to the scenic beauty. Haggling with tourists, on the ships that dock Against gigantic hulls, the bum-boats flock. Selling khan El-khalili products Trivia of an ancient historic epoch. In a hale and hearty voice, the bambouti shouts Twenty *bounds*$ for genuine pashmima, have no doubts Wooden statues of King Tutenkhamun, little pyramids Delivery, payment by rope, the bambouti tows. The bum-boatsman's days are numbered Let the bambouti be remembered. As the exotic smell of burning incense Wafts down the quay, he's happy with little earned. # Rubaiyat poetry
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But we already new You Are A Wonder, Yassy, and now a bit of travellogue to spice the measure past full. I almost can snell and hear and see the quay and the final quatrain’s mix of cad celebration. Thanks, Dear Lady.
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That was a national geography journey my dear Ladπ my deah friend buddy buddy , thank you for the celebratory comment. You always cheer me up with your awesome amazing thoughts ππΌπΆπΌ
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Having seen and smelt ,more than just several Mediterranean ports may I say your transposed me from a transport ship’s railing to a “bum’s boat (landing craft) in aural, olfactorial and visual way most convincingly.
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I travelled in my brain and you in your bod. You have seen many a shore my celebrated friend. I salute your experience in travel. You could write a book of travels , around the WordPress in eighty days describing your jaunts around the globe. A high flying high flier π
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You do me more honor than I deserve. My travels from tykehood through trike-hood and on to juvenile and past-that enrich what few braincells I have left unmolested and they all are fighters, Good Lady. The persist and “pop-off” at the slightest provocation – many of which you yourself have provided.
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I do you honour that you deserve , you honourable you π itβs more than an honour, itβs a celebration to who you are .
Thank you π
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Gonna have to resize all the interior – and exterior! – doors not just of home but of everywhere I roam: even my new hats must be tossed to accommodate the burgeoning width. Thanks, A Lot, Lady!…(meant both in jest and as a sincere thank you: your notice is so encouraging. Next time you might find me by following all those men in all-white suits carrying butterfly nets. Gotta stop now so I can leave the library to go purchase a larger bucket of grin-remover.
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Ah! Library!! My favourite place in the world.
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One way I found early in my schooling: threaten the teacher’s sense of order and calm and get banished to the elementary school’s library with but a brief book-ish report for my caused-trouble. It worked at home, too: being banished to my bedroom was punishment? That’s where I kept my books!
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Wow. You are clever , Lord Rich.
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Bod – in those days – more reliable vehicle: my brain often awash with chemicals the management produced and some I ingested (almost typed “injested and realized that was a perfect sometimes coignage). The bit about world travel always has been an intrigue…only in the Hawaiian islands did I not take home a rock. Not really superstitious, but respectful, I rationalized then and still so do. The view from Timbakion’s southerly western Cretean shore facing Egypt and Tunis gave rise to the real imagining of derelict Mycenaean columns, and, turning around to face (was it Mount Tantalus with that gaping cave-face high up on its seaward face, home of The Titans whose brats – led by Zeus fed boulders to Dad thus killing him and letting the crowd of kids go wild and run amok agogishly amonst the poor benighted humans who looked at the shell-lined beaches with deadly snail-borne parasites in those chalky warm and turquoise waters and made up stories about who and how and why and why things to so “interesting” which is a nice way to so ‘procreated up”‘ My then fellow U.S. Marines surrounding me in mid-1968 noticed not my awe-filled glee.
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You’ve just taken me on holiday, Yasmin. It felt like I was there. Maybe I was. I like your reflections re the bum-boats ~ George
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Thank you, George. Your subjects are worried about you , Lord Zoolon. The king has just been taken sick.
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Thanks, Lady Yasmin. I hope I won’t do a King Arthur and take my final voyage to Avalon just yet ~ George
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What George saie!
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Eeeeeeeeeeee
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“d”.Sometimes my finger on that side is blind.
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What a beautiful piece of writing. Bravo
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Thanks, Mike. Cheers.
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Very deep and beautiful, Yassy! And inspirational to me, too!
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Thank you, Jonathan!
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An exceptional example of the form. Lyrical and rich with visual detail. It is immersive and makes the reader feel completely in the moment. Well done!
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Thanks, Brad.
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You painted such an exquisite picture for me to envision as I read through this. Thank you for taking me know this journey.
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On* this journey
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Thank you π
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Always.
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Thank you my dear sweet wise friend.
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Of course, love.
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Nicely done! Travel does more than just expand the mind – it can be a muse for fine poetry!
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Yeah, your right !
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I want to go π I so long to see, and smell and touch everything hhaha π
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