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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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have you heard of or seen the Mongolian death worm?
has he spat venom your way or tried to electrocute you?
you need to travel to the...

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