Deserts Poems

Cherry Haiku

        cherry haiku       

sweet fleshy cherries

enjoyed fresh and in desserts~
 
crown of birthday cakes.

I look at them, at the lines on my palm like rivers flowing through secret deserts

I look at them, at the lines on my palm like rivers flowing through secret deserts,
Wondering if they truly tell fate, if the future hides in the mist,
Or perhaps they are just lies spreading like fire igniting dreams that burn.
I look at them, hoping to see something, a whispered word among the lines of silence,
But all I see is incompleteness, a void stretching like an unbounded sky.
Each curve is a metaphor singing its story in hidden whispers,
Each feature is a rhyme dancing to the rhythm of passing time,
Every ending is abrupt, like a leaf torn by the merciless wind,
Every beginning is a murder of hopes, a secret untold to the world.
Some lines are deeper than others, like rivers carved deep into rock,
As if they had cried out from the beginning, wanting to reveal something hidden in shadows,
And other lines are silent, like birds that do not sing at the dawn of a new day,
As if they were mute from the start, fearful they might reveal secrets.
I look at them, and no matter how hard I try to decipher the mystery surrounding them,
I cannot decide if it is a labyrinth we must solve in secret,
Or just an illusion we should ignore, letting it pass unnoticed.

Deserts Of New Mexico

Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
driven by the wind of change.
And I know… it’s not that easy.
Drove a million miles and it is all the same,
spinning through the circles of my mind.
And it’s cold… it’s not that easy.
 
But there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico,
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.
Yeah, there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico.
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.
 
Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
thunder rolling out across the plain.
And I know… it’s not that easy.
Felt it wash away as all the rain came down,
wash away the memories from my mind.
Let it flow… it’s not that easy.
 
Cuz there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.
Yeah, there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico
I see forever but it’s not…  not as far as I can see.
 
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.

The Deserts

The deserts brown, the deserts bare,
at first it seems there’s nothing there;
the deserts hard, the deserts stone,
a rare few make this place their home;
the deserts vast, the deserts bleached,
coyotes roam far for their feasts;
the deserts heat, the deserts rays,
you won’t last at the height of day;
the deserts dark, the deserts dry,
nighttime chill takes you by surprise;
the deserts calm, the deserts stark,
the silence is the hardest part;
the deserts haunt, the deserts home,
cracks in rocks lizards call their own;
the deserts life, the deserts green,
here cactus takes the place of trees;
the deserts wind, the deserts grit,
sand storms punish all who see it;
the deserts draw, the deserts weird,
what is it that draws us back here?

Deserts Of New Mexico

Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
driven by the wind of change,
and I know… it’s not that easy.
Drove a million miles and it is all the same,
spinning through the circles of my mind,
and it’s cold… it’s not that easy.

But there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico,
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see.
Yeah, there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico.
I see forever but it’s not… not as far as I can see

Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
thunder rolling out across the plain,
and I know… it’s not that easy.
Felt it wash away as all the rain came down,
wash away the memories from my mind.
Let it flow… it’s not that easy.

Cuz there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico
I see forever but it’s not… 
not as far as I can see.
Yeah, there’s a feeling unlike any other thing I know -
on the deserts of New Mexico
I see forever but it’s not… 
not as far as I can see.

I see forever but it’s not… 
not as far as I can see.

Just Deserts

I love just deserts poems as I love simplicity, birds, and stars

Upon the Deserts of Damnation

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 the sin that fathered their doom. 

Where thou art subject to phantom pains 
Orchestrated by the Litch who reigns 
Without delay upon his frozen throne of ice 
Whose subjects lament in the decay  
of blood maggots and eerie lice.

Jilted From the Altar

If love was just a picture, 
Then the frame would be the heart. 

Those who waited in faith and patience, 
Remained recluse in love. 

Love is the little hope that one's wants,
But deserts in times of needs... 

Abandoned by true love is the misery of reality,
As only those who went through knows the opium of true love.

When Plains Become Deserts Life Dies Forever

Flowers need much rain,
their petals are very dry,  
their stems are too weak;
Nature's future is bleak,
draught is a terrible bane, 
not a boon for a butterfly!

Clouds are thin, transparent, and frail,
and soon will lament and scorch...
meeting the flaming hot torch;
silent ravens hide in the branches
of the spruces where they sadly chill!

Glaciers melt and grizzling bears wander, 
whales migrate from the Western Hemisphere
to the farthest ends of the North Hemisphere;  
floods increase and cities are drowning in water.

Most emotions are stirred by true feelings,
and not having these is expressing sadness;
is the above sun a life-giver or a destroyer,
can it burn all the grass with its scorching heat,
not leave a trace of it and induce a bitter bleat?
When plains become deserts life dies forever!

The Barefoot Magus: Deserts and Oceans

"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 stories 

along the arduous journey 
invoking
our true Home

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
EASTER
4.4.21



"Become Desert" / John Adams
https://youtu.be/1VN9TBfWAEo


"Become Ocean" / John Adams
https://youtu.be/dGva1NVWRXk



Thinking About Magic: (1) Was Jesus a Magician?
https://au.thegospelcoalition.org/article/thinking-about-magic-1/

Thinking About Magic: (2) 
https://au.thegospelcoalition.org/article/thinking-about-magic-2/

Book of Signs
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Signs



Simon Magus. 
https://www.riaanbooysen.com/barbelo/jesus-vs-simon-magus

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Magus

https://www.nbcnews.com/id/wbna26972493



Paul.
https://youtu.be/v6CDLB_v7yE

Deserts

Deserts 
Earth’s 
Bold head

Dream Stitcher

In sand dune deserts, fresh fountains spring;
Delicate cactus dance in mangrove-lit streams;
Lush green leaves in breeze graciously swing,
And a poet stiches stars, on soft skin of beams.

In snow-frozen fields, merrily marigolds smile;
Sun prolongs his shift and night furls her veil;
Alone, moon mourns and light clings to a stile,
And a poet stiches stars, on a stand still sail.

To a desolate cloud, earth hisses her desires 
While upward a river, boater paddles his skiff;
Crawling under a thicket ... lovers pick briars,  
And a poet stiches dreams, clinging to a cliff.


*A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 3, 2020)

Sept. 20, 2020
Impact and Metaphors Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: William Kekaula

* An Honorable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 21, 2020)

Sept. 20, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (13)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand

A Long Tenure

Down the busy road I ride
Spiralling control of the reins,
Drenched in sweat with pride
I surrendered myself to the rains.

Merchants I met many
During my service at the docks,
I couldn't but find ,any
Wanderer like me in the merchant's block.

The tenure I recall
Of visiting the sandy desert,
Where the sun lets the ember fall 
Is the only description ,it's  curt.

I scrambled up the slope
On my way to the tranquil hills,
Where my heart got solaced,
By the breathtaking stills.

Somewhere In the Middle of a Desert

In the bleached whitish sky
I am flying on a bellied pelican,
contemplating from above
a pastoral landscape
and I’m writing these lines.

Below are small people
on the slopes of a small hill
in the small groves
are making small love.
Unaware of the big people,
who are making a huge love
in the big groves
on the slopes of a tall mountain.

In the distance, you can see smeared cypresses
and Lebanese cedars, 
and scrolls - Psalms of David.
They may heal diseases, twigs,
and rat bites.
And the rearrangement of the mysterious letters in the Kabbalistic text,
which are secrets of my secret.

The sweet pink pulp of fresh figs
in purple and burgundy colors
comfortably resting on a platter with a scorpion seal.

Shulamith,
the hot stones of the Judean desert are under your feet,
on the way to the Temple, which is washed with expensive blood or a cheap one.
(choose as you wish...).
Could I find you in the torn apart Petrograd?

Forgetting myself,
I am weaving fate from a rope of lasso.
How beautiful you are, Fata Morgana.
I'm hiding in a blue papyrus,
plunging forever into Nirvana,
for the next hour and a half ...

9.2019. NYC

Freedom Deserts

Chasing the crown,
sitting the throne
—regal opposed

Pursuit once free,
capture enslaves
—jailer demands

Clipping one wing,
grounding the wish
—motion suppressed

Weight pushing down,
hope abandoned
—freedom deserts

(Strafford Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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