Best Gobi Poems

I know I’ve made a thousand journeys,
withstood the tests of time and foe
shed the dust and shouldered worries
struggled onward against the flow.

Unconforming, seldom bending
straight the path I ever took.
Challenge was my unending passion
contradiction I forsook.

I’ve battled tempests ‘fore and ‘hind me,
I’ve seen the devil at...

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IT STILL MOVES

the earth complains
of heartburn in California
ulcers in Iraq
chicken pox in Afghanistan
sneezes and wheezes hurricanes in Atlantic
acid reflux somewhere in Mexico
it has chills at the poles
fever at the equator
sweats at the tropics
shakes all over in Japan
severe dry skin in Sahara and Gobi 
vomits monsoon...

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They sit on their own
in their Hermit Kingdom
other side of the wall
singing their song 
entitled 
nothing to envy

peeling the skin 
away in generations 
it's worse than a famine
where colour 
is wrung 
from the inside out

emotive feelings
are not allowed
let the sentiments fester
like poetry inside tears
that go...

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Scorned coquette
perched so solemnly
upon your death stool,
claw deep the fresh flesh of victors
bearing armfuls of decaying flowers
stolen from your mother’s grave.

A diverse parade -
clairvoyants and gigolos
tyrants and schizophrenics
junkies and Jesus freaks;
you seem to attract
an unending assembly line
of tarnished beggars
you’ve at one time
longingly called 
“lover.” 

Tainted...

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Warm winds blow
Their golden grain
The sands not in charge 
Off their own domain
 
These hills of sand
Aeolian processes form
Shifting at will
In any desert sandstorm
 
The shape of the dunes
You see today
Were not their shape
Yesterday
 
Crescentic, linear
Star and dome
Parabolic
Dune shaped homes
 
Masses of sand
On our continents...

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if i could 
make you happy
just by waving my hand
it would be the least of things
i hope you understand
but i prefer something greater
like swiming across the sea
or climb the highest mountian
just so you could see me
like a child says "mommy watch"
just pretend that's me
i'd dig...

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THE UTOPIAN DREAM BABY

She is in darkness and beautiful
What I dream of my Utopian dream baby

In the future I wish to see her born
As  a very big mansion of mine on the moon

My own supersonic airplane to Heaven
A long bridge across the continents

To link...

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The time spent thinking up these rhymes,
could be put to better use.
I could learn a language, or DIY the house.
Maybe learn to fly a plane, or sail across the sea,
or walk across the Gobi, and drink Mongolian tea.

I could learn to play piano,
it can't be...

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Death Valley isle woman told parched lip me,
I must learn to live with the icy pain
To bosom embrace scorching sand sensuality,
there had to be heartburn suffering
Cooled by the sweat of her sultry Sahara skin,
her pore touch was pure pheromone Chihuahuan
I lay paralyzed on her twin...

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There was a fancy snake from Paris, France
Who had a thing for lacy underpants
  He tried to put some on
  But they only slid down
They were designed for cute, pink elephants


There once was a rattler from Nairobi
Who found himself in Arizona's Gobi
 ...

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The legendary land of light
veiled by snow and sand
is one of many Eastern myths
we've yet to understand.

From the golden Gobi desert
to the mountains of Tibet
live the guardians of Earth
to whom we owe a debt.

Protected by the force of thought
when ego is cast out
the password is...

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The sheer art of peeling a snail is akin to rubbing moth balls in one's eyes. To feel and sense with such ambidextrous wisdom is often not that wise. And of course plain hazardous. One's mental sanity can best be preserved by nodding in agreement...

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Kathy Boudin thought the U.S. beyond repair,
She thought she saw the deep reality, and it was unfair.
From SDS to the Weather Underground,
She dived deep in Marxism, plain sense no longer found.

A bomb went off, unintended, by chance,
Meant to shatter lives at a soldier's dance.
Kathy didn't...

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The Wasteland 

Through Gobi
I walked
Alone
Dislike
Smelly camels
A pilgrimage
God and I
In this dramatic
Vastness
Journey no
Wasted
Came out of this
Enormous
Real estate
Knew a lot
About sand
In shoes....

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litany of the Church of the Ecstatic Coma
love shouldn't be a pile of rags
I was playing pinkie dinkie
with next door Suzie Woozy
her father was CIA a spy catcher 
with a big spy catcher mitt
try not to leave town he warned
you are someone's project
come here Sweetchops...

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