1) Beautiful Women Amongst Beautiful Women (Turkey & The Lom) (From Songs From The Women Of The Lom) Poem by Otradom Pelogo

Some of the times, I meet a person, talk to them for a while and even befriend them, even if for the little time that I get to know them, and it may be a while before I see them again, but within that time frame of having not seen them, though having thought about them on a continuous basis, that I, I guess like a lot of people, unless you have a photographic memory, can't remember every detail; which I found rather amusing after talking to a young lady. I was sitting in front of Popeye's on Al Rigga Rd., one of the main strips in Dubai, when I began talking to a young Turkish lady while having a cup of coffee on a nice January afternoon. We must have sat there and talked for over an hour, she even introduced me to one of her friends, and was about to help me find a hotel room after I had decided to spend an extra night since I was having such a wonderful time there. And I may have seen her a few times there sitting inside having a light lunch, while I usually sit outside, wait on a drink or a bite to eat and enjoy the passing by of so many different peoples, since it's a nice area, sort of the shopping and dining district, and thus the sidewalks are lined from one end of several blocks to the other with tables and chairs where if instead of sitting inside and having a cup of coffee or a bite to eat, you can order and have the waitress bring you food out to you at your table.

After we said our goodbyes and parted, I had, like I usually do, especially after just meeting someone that has made you feel really nice, been thinking about her; the type of person that she was, the way she looked, talked, even to try and imagine what she does when back home, or the days that I will not see her after leaving Dubai, and had, by the next day, let it somewhat subside into that part of the mind where it's called on when needed. I then had coincidentally run into her the following day, and knew that it was her, although she sat at the table before coming over, and gazed out of the window, from what seemed to be one of her favorite spots, also where we had met the day before, Popeye's, which in Arabic is spelled with a B (or the Arabic Ba) instead of a P, since the Arabic alphabet doesn't have a P, and was therefore glad that she had, after almost ten or fifteen minutes, had decided to come over before leaving to say hello; she was sitting with a few friends, therefore I didn't want to intrude, which made it even more exciting seeing her walk up and say hello. Yet I realized that although I had been thinking about her since we had sat there for over an hour and talked to one another, that she seemed even more beautiful than what I had imagined, and found it incredibly amusing to the point that I had almost told her. I had told her the last time that we had met, but this was the subconscious brooding that's kept inside, and was even more glad that I had seen her once more, to add back what my mind had taken away, and surely wouldn't have replaced, even that which I wondered had she realized; someone more beautiful than she or I could have imagined.

'Verily I say unto you, wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her'.

(And all children of Otradom PeloGo)
(Observe and Travel with Wisdom
Peace, Love, and God be with You)
Otradom PeloGo