Best Deserts Poems

Vast dust bowls surrounding the land
barren barely supporting any life
Stark and so bleak, just sand
sand as far as you can see

Wicked winds churning up
forever changing canvass
reforming the dune hills
maps little use to you here

Watch the Grecko lizard
as he dashes over the sand 
his feet barely...

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He Walked Midnight Sands, In Deserts Of Black Light

He walked midnight sands, in deserts of black light
along old ghostly trails with shadows glowing bright 
Never wavering or in doubt, heart blackest black
assured by horrific cries, knew he was on track
With blood-red lusting eyes, grievous moans...

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Past the deserts and greenery
Is a land better than any
It is that land that I seek
Where my prospects aren't so bleak
It is that land where I want to go
Where my future won't take such a blow
Where I am free of all the rules
Where I am...

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The camels' backs have broken,
All across the thirsty lands;
Their their drivers rail, then bribe, then plead
With the beasts of burden 
Too long taken for granted,
But they will not be moved now, 
Though water lies far away;
They have it in their humps, in the animal patience
On...

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she bins
his pizza lunch - -
just desserts

* some silliness on a saying we have: ‘just deserts’ (a person getting what he deserves)

For Dr Ram’s Darkness at Noon contest...

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I'm continuing to read Jane Anna Gordon's "Creolizing Political Theory"
although now with Antonio Damasio's "Self Comes to Mind: Constructing the [WinWin Creolizing-Bilateral] Conscious Brain."

Right now,
Dr. Gordon is discussing various academic attempts,
and some of them actual RealWorld politically-applied attempts,
to prescribe creolization as a form of ecopolitical...

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The land of Golden Deserts and Silver Skyscrapers – U.A.E

Vast areas are covered by golden sand,
That runs like liquid through your hand,
The skyscrapers reach into the blue sky,
Waving below to every fascinated passer-by.

The golden dunes stretch for miles around,
The skyscraper’s foundations run aground,
The camels roam...

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In the vast deserts life struggles
clinging on by their toe nails
short scrubby plants poke out
a hot haven for scorpions

See the marks in the red sand
of where a snake slithered by
side winding its way over
the baking hot sands of dunes


Here all life is sparse
only the fit...

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"The Barefoot Magus: Deserts and Oceans"



In the lost years we meet
strangers found yet known 
in the strangest desert dreams

Barefeet, we speak
of strange magic 
hidden in our hearts

invisible, 
seldom
ever seen

Across great oceans
we then walk, 
we hold each other,

faith 
inside 
our souls

trust is given
towards a known stranger
sharing...

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The Drunk Driver must know...
That if he does not care...

A man that drives like Hell...
Well,
Let"s hope he ends up there....

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Behold! 
Where is it no mortal soul fathoms to dare?
The foretold detestable dunes of despair!
Whose sands of crystalline luminescence 
Drown and drain thy essence. 

Far within that redolent tomb 
Hidden deeper inside the heavens moon, 
Where the souls of the damned unwillingly swoon 
Slaves to...

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there was a boy
who had a gift
t’was all that he could do
the thing that really brought him joy
was saying 'I love you’
but favored women thought him fool
love more than one? that broke the rule! 
his death at least was swift

Brian Johnston
April 19, 2015...

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Of Barren Lands And Deserts! !

seems like I am getting drawn to 
the beauty of barren lands and the deserts, 

as fiercely as I go in my best efforts 
to dry-up every drop of love that never quenches my thirst! 
the pain is getting so...

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Raindrops dropping out,
                                          ...

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Albert G Walpole, proud legionnaire
Clerk to the council for all of his days
Lived with his mother in Hartington D'Arcy
Nice little end terrace, quite set in his ways

But one Sunday evening, returning from church
This man of high values, a virtuous clean-liver
Was mugged by some yobs full...

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