Best Desiccate Poems
I climbed over trepidation
poverty's barbed wire night
torn by your prosperity
my one change of clothes
thirsting for a drop of civility
on a deserted desert road
Scorched by hell’s kitchen
fed to death’s desiccate dawn
I swallowed shards of sunshine
pride's perilous knives
for one chance to be an American
to provide for my family’s illegal lives
My eyes staggered with exhaustion
my ruptured lips too foreign to cry
I kissed a picture of my children
the withering smile of my loving wife
wondering if anyone would tell them
I died drinking liberty's light
In the depravity of the neglected wasteland
obscure tufts of subdued slender grass
struggle to rise through the cleavage of stony destiny,
the frail faces shaping the artifacts of cruel fate,
flicker with the fading smile of residual innocence,
borrowed from the remains of the sun,
already sunk in the depth of yonder horizon dark.
In the harsh squall of servitude,
uprooted, they stray to nowhere, uncared and soiled.
Under the blue freedom of the open sky
dew drops no longer bejewel the juvenile grass,
tarnished by the dirt of our spiteful times,
the dreams of their dew dry premature.
In the twilight hours walking the last few miles,
I wish to give the last rays of my twilight sun
to the relics of dewdrops so they can glow awhile.
I wish to drip the last drop of empathy from my oasis,
so their innocent smile doesn’t desiccate in desert.
I wish to show the children of a lesser God
the dreams of dew that would never die.
April 12, 2020
can it be, equanimity the antidote
a life unexamined, is a life not worth living
self-absorption hears the drum of one
it an ego-driven malfunction
wrong reality rapt in silent adagio
the sponge soaks the water and cannot desiccate
your desires alone illusory, arrogance
leading to aversion, not to confuse with self-love
Oyez soliloquy! (gavel strikes) so hence
primal love you claim to defend—a chimera
Voir Dire on Love
I Am Anaya
2/21/26
Inevitable Transformation
Despite human lust to remain human in all
aspects and norms
Timelessness will desiccate primeval bones
then alter sentient forms...
Penned: 05/05/2022
6:51 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Shed on that certain kind of warmth
You give the waters that washed away our footsteps
Illumine the dark leaves of our past
Blown away by the indifferent breeze.
Desiccate the grass that invited conversations
But leave the roots unscorched.
I prayed to Autumn to blow away my pains
But Winter entertained me instead.
I won’t let Spring visit me
Until you burn down her cold heart, Summer.
Do you think that I mince my words
like one preparing a pot of soup—
dice it up and roll it in!—
the more floating fragments, the merrier,
no matter the mishmash to the tongue?
And how attractive to the eye
a carrot sliced to bright orange shreds,
seasoned with a dash of
ketchup or Tabasco
as long as it’s red.
A finely chopped onion
can make your eyes tear,
but do you really cry?
And with too many scents
in the cauldron
the nose knows not
which way to savor,
so may not even try.
I crave something simple,
connected
whole
like grapes before they
desiccate—
they hang so ready
from the vine.
They must be chosen, held, adored
before they’re stomped
and pressed
and stored,
preferred by palettes greater
in a later sip of time.
June 21, 2016
for Minced Words Contest
Eternal Bliss
Aging leaves predestined to fall
Deafening spectral colors spectacle
Mind weakening desiccate organic skin
Imperceptibly rising from within
Snowstorms drape ebbing spring
Divine wind cradles vulnerable wing
Heart dying repose upon mystic abyss
Absolution bestows eternal bliss
Penned: 2017
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
pale desiccate strand
solemn dirge of the Pharaohs
shrouded by tourists
Rhapsody of rainbow morphs to morose mélange
Bleeding colors bleached from the twilight cloud
Rainstorm daubs as blemish on the broken heart
The shades of grey paint the frayed linen of love.
Requiem of roses resonates in melancholic medley
Petals pine for dripping tear drops of mourning dew
Desiccate in somber sunshine in the deserted mind
Fallen flowers make bouquet for deceased passion.
Cacophony capsuled in the cauldron of mute melody
Chaotic symphony dismantles on the discord waves
Strained smiles sneer the scarred scenario of lone life
Songs turn to convoluted noise echoed by the soul.
The lattice of life seen through the languid cynic lens
Magnifies into crooked contortion of distorted essence.
Fish dewatered delicious
is sucked dry with salt
its flesh assaulted
rung out, and dried stark stiff.
Wishes like fishes rise in expectation
that hopes and dreams will flourish
but knock-backs, rebuffs and rejections
desiccate dreams with onslaught of salt,
shrivelling wishes, wizen to salt wish.
The wilderness is always beautiful,
whenever one stumbles upon it
and everywhere one looks, it's blissful
to spend an entire afternoon exploring it!
Sit by that small pond loved by skylarks and observe frogs
leaping while a golden retriever watches them and barks,
and pulling them out of the murky water, color mud,
he holds them in his mouth savoring warmblood!
Walk with an unhurried pace, don't miss a flock of hens
looking for mates along those paths that hide surprises,
a small finding can be thrilling and significant,
make a note of it on your short travels;
and while picking up yellow or red poppies,
think how to desiccate them and place them neatly
between the pages of a poetry book you bought
at Barnes & Noble that you have displayed elegantly...
only outside noises can distract you from reading more,
let the telephone ring, delight in the words you adore!
The wilderness is always beautiful
when seeing with curious eyes
while your interest will increase
and your enthusiasm grows
even those Palm Warblers are tuneful
that the boy-scouts surely can please!
The wilderness is always beautiful,
its forests are the safe home of the Gray Jays
and of other birds with boundless freedoms;
listen to their melodies so cheerful!
Written on 12/10/2020
Sword Of Justice
Sword of justice indict a bogus Gilgamesh
An apathetic ghoul condemned embodying arrogance above kindness
Dark and ominous intent bound to abolish
Inherent freedom of expression beside justified inquests by the press
Impotence with bias grievously intermesh
Abandoning bodies littered amidst landscape chanting their bitterness
Noxious world of lies desiccate rotten flesh
While oxygen deserts his breath as waves of tears drown forgiveness
"This is a tirade aimed at those who will go to extremes to pursue and
achieve their obnoxious, evil, and heartless intentions to rule and remain
on top of the food chain. In the United States, one such entity almost
turned this nation into an autocracy.
12/24/17
2:54 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
Always too late
Letting go of all the hate
Never letting them see how bad it hurts
Stuck in endless Deserts
No one to believe
Heart Burnt passed any degree
Always hiding pain
They look past time and time again
Running away to the south
Into the deap blue monsters mouth
Never to come out to the sky
The shadows now and forever an ally
Always trying to keep up
Wandering like a lost pup
Sometimes behind Never ahead
Just a mass constant agony and dread
Never to find another half
Knowing this by hearing they're stinging laughs
Always having to wait
The spirit they will desiccate
Almost but not quite
Forever in a loosing Fight
Just shy of first place
Always second place
With stars for eyes
And an armored heart,
I allow myself to desiccate slowly,
Into the tender arms of Mother Earth.
Her embrace may carry me to hereafter,
Or let it hold me until my remains are simply skeletal.
I aim to give back to my mighty planet,
For it has given lives and love,
Expecting nothing but respect in return.
Mother, let me dissipate into the rivers of your skin,
The oceans of your eyes,
The caverns of your mouth.
Father, lay your head down,
For you no longer need to hold the hands of time for me.
All I ask is with the tears in my eyes,
Paint your skies with the hues of my heart
So I can leave in my path unclouded beauty.
From stardust we came,
So to stardust we return.
Let my body rot into the cracks
And crevices of this holy ground,
And leave my lingering energy to
Be swept up by passing winds,
With no route to follow.
Rendered seed concealed in Love's nest
Tendered sapling fondling mother's breast
Adolescent twig fluttering with pubescent zest
Immature leaves on mating quest
Maturing frond passing coupling test
Cherished branches sprout; hearth's bough dressed
In due time, seasoned fruit; perpetuity's crest
Stale, desiccate limbs; vitality's inquest