Best Desiccating Poems

Just see
How fearlessly
Sunshine is seated
On the  gravestone

And the caring breeze
Whispering to the loneliness
So absolute
Beneath the tombstone

A paleolithic stone
A meaningless silence
Guarding utterly alone
The desiccating non-existence

Here lies she
Neither sad nor happy
Decaying gingerly
Enriching the earth

Are all doors locked
The moment we breathe our last
Then why the philosophers and...

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Sun Furnace desiccating.
Man and Beast moving,
In crazed circles of Corral Mirages
Seeking shade.
Moisture-less Sky and Land.
Buzzards, certain of,
Meat Jerky repasts. 
Timing air currents,
Until the Western Buffet
Is finally stocked....

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The Choctaw
never taught me what the
Choctaw would’ve taught me.

The Australopithecine never taught me what
the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of.

The Memories, these Memories,
our Memories are fading songs in
an echoeless cave.
The listeners have tired,
moved on.
The choir sang, regardless...
...for a time.
And, in time, the silence overcame
the joys of...

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Gaping open raw war exhales vapors 
In the frigid gray stillness excavating
My souls for the unseen harvest
Reflected in the leaves desiccating

Through walls of fogs pale faces stare
And disappear like a random shiver
Like a slick violin string vibrating sad
-ness like a portent of a sickness open

-ing...

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In the wasteland of the deserted life,
chasing the mirage with desiccating desire,
I walk on the tormenting trail of strife,
suffering, I submerge in the sordid mire.

When dreams go down within the abyss of time,
the light of wisdom illumining the soul I see, 
attain the state of...

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a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff
skyward landing with quiet thud
across undulating infinite granular waves
formerly solid state rocks and minerals

optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen
crash asper for test dummies
foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope
initial faith for survival quickly ebbed

nsync with retreating tidal wave
pessimism dreamt fantastical holograms
farther from beached...

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In the desolate desert of my forlorn life,
I wander across the desiccating dunes you make.
Enticed by your impulsive mindscape,
I saunter in the sandstorm of the dismal time. 

My longing languishes to lie
in the sensuous shade of the oasis of your love,
sheltered from the abandoning squall,
away...

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caves of agony 
hold my captured force fed form 
weapons befriend and kill me
blood sport brings death's teeth
the desiccating sun burns
my short sword and shield hold sway

what care I for wealth
freedom but a word unclaimed
a surly jest made by God's
only through death freed
may Hades receive...

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A Second to Work

With a hand that ostensibly 
Caresses a fingerboard and bow gently,

Yet really holds with force,
Holds with vim and plays with vigor
The strings stretch and impart their somber discordance,
Turns out Wagner tunes into self,
Turns on raw terror, awe and fear 
Awe with sorrow...

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Sy Roth - 3 Poems
12/17/20130 Comments
 
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Silence

I’ve dreamt often that she crept deep
Into my cellular structure, 
Some time in the nightfall of my being
And planted deeply into my mitochondrion,
A magical silence pill,
Drowning the kittens of speech
Cloaking the vocal chords in invisibility.

Erased all thought of sharing...

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I see this ulcer
Mind boggling in perception
Body arresting in phenomena
Of diverse shapes and designs
Magnificently wrought together
In one whiff of putrid scent
It is of an exotic nature
Magnanimously growing out of context
Thus ticking with apocalyptic dimensions  
Of the many continents sprawled around 
They inadvertently bore this...

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Broken by the vultures on a desiccating line,
that slithered from Missing, on a road without the signs.

A motion for a moment caught the never-watching eyes.
They haven't seen Missing and no one heard the cries.

A shape begins to form over the rising of the vapor.
The one...

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In the desert of my forlorn life,
across your desiccating dunes I wander
enticed by your volatile mindscape,
I rise from the dust in your swathe.

My longing languishes to be
in the shade of the oasis of your love,
in your arms, sheltered from desert storm,
away from dismal bleakness of...

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Dusk marks stygian depths of this eldritch eve quay grim specter beneath the moon's silvery sheath surf cleaves with a hiss as the banshees keen weave lure to the thicket where shadows deceive yet beckoning thy breast beat.

Chains of ghostly twilight night's tapestry entwine if...

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YOU'RE NOT ALONE

You lose your way in the desiccating desert
where moving mirage in life is an illusive irony,
sandstorm scatters the shards of broken heart.
Look out, you’ll find the calm oasis in me.

In the opaque stormy night you’re a lone traveler, 
don’t see in the dark...

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