Long Cactuses Poems

Four days have been spent going about like goats
following curves and ravines, climbing cliffs and being tortured by prickly pears
the cactuses from hell that I'm certain are alive and plotting to puncture our feet,
in many...

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The wind blows through the ocean between waves and the sky
Through the islands where dragon of Komodo lives it will fly
Wild tiger the soul of India it will pass by
While arctic wind with it is...

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The darkness is smothering, the stress is raining heavy.
A constant pitter pattering on the roof of my thoughts. 
   Sinking into the sunken place for the lost.
Where the outcasts and down trodden walk.
   Strolling through...

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They could grace the cover of a magazine.                           ...

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Why be afraid to admit the truth,
When the truth is all we have?
If when one door closes, another one opens,
why even dare looking back?

The following sentence is false,
The previous sentence is true.
Always accept a challenge,
what...

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I see you hipsters in rustic coffee shops with pictures of Marlyn Monroe and contemporary art, 
the girl in all black with a black beret to make her look more avant-garde and red colored hair...

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another day in the woods. on Strawberry ridge
looking out over undulating green hills to
the next great wall of mountains. the last
morning clouds left from last night's storm
hanging in the valley mistily. the sun eventually
burns them...

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The desert is upon the sun
Pallid from being dried up without water
The pyramids stand tall among the howling wind
Made holy by the sanctified Egyptians
The desert being as long and wide as an ocean
in a sudden...

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Violet orange gold sunset beautifies the sky
Towering cactuses on endless expanse of the desert lie
The dream of stone winds- ancient catacombs will never die
This is the gift of mind’s eye
 
For soon you will find
You...

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Although the Santa Rosa plum tree took a beating by the bugs this Spring,                     ...

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Cactuses are less or more interesting
One at first appears less interesting
But it has spellbinding flower 
With its beauty to awake the soul has the power

That flower is as colorful as a butterfly
And in its unusual...

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Somber psalm, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Salmo sombrio

(from Carlos Bousono’s first book of poems, written before he was 22 : Subida al amor (Ascent into love), 1945, and dedicated to the 1977 Nobel...

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Take my senses away
Make me crazy,
Stir some memories
Make a story;

Oh, Love me to death,
Give me a life then kill me.

Show me the way
Then lead me astray,
Enrich me with love
Then waylay me;

Be my friend, betray me,
Be...

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Despite the clouds
Despite the tempest
I will stay

My sands are
Crowded with shadows
Dark and irritating

In your bouquet
I have seen
Splash of love

Despite the cactuses
Despite the nettles
I will stay

I have been
To many temples
Same lonely shadows

I have been 
To churches...

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Things that help me think more clearly:
Are cactuses. 
They love me, and I have a spine that is spiky, but just one.
Things that make me think.
Are.
My mom went to the restaurant.
And ordered everything off the...

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I like roses, lilies, cactuses, and other beautiful
flowers that display their blossoms most of the year.
I like red, white, pink, and even bright yellows.
I like all flowers, birds, bees, and green trees.

I'm different from others,...

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Shallow people
 in murky Waters
 Dissolution 
Sons and daughters
By no surprise 
Beyond closed eyes
 misguided kiss 
Unrailing Bliss
We have capsized 
Polarized land falls, sunshines 
Shallow people in the Desert Storm 
Shallow people alone 
In the...

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A vultures patience in 
hand,
My naive soul wanders in sand
Into a vast desert of life.
Battling in strife,
Through sand and dust storms.
A trekker of me it transforms.

Impelled into cactuses 
incarnation 
And hence surviving long thirst 
duration.
At...

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Like water that was let loose from its reservoir,
I decided to gear my feet to where gravity will take me, 
than always forcing myself to flow upward,
just to go back down.  

I should go...

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Looking out of the window
I see nothing.
View to eastern hills,
Blocked by lorries, carrying soldiers
In combat-fatigues,
My town looks like a fortress.

In my room,
Cramped with books and history,
Surrounded by dusty calendars,
I wage a war for freedom
From captivity,
Wishing...

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Cactuses

Of a fringed existence upon a solitary majestic beholden expanse,
Saguaro forest brims an Arizonan desert thirty deep in noble stance,
1000 foot profound ampleness their protrusive inward succulence,
E'er so oft a filtered beauty blossoms unscathed of...

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