Long Desert Poems
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I lifted you into my heart
But one arm was missing
As single wing and one handed
I carried you inside
All the while, you pointing at
My lost absent limb…
You told me you’d love me
If I could find that one misplaced part
The part that would then
Make me whole
I looked into tomorrow
And searched through the past
But my arm had reached out
For something beyond my ability to see
I could still feel the numbing sensation
Of pain
Where the arm had previously
Been attached
The vibration of loss
Now prosthetic for all that was severed
You pitied my deformity as I hid
My eyes
As best I could with only one hand
Telling me the fault was mine
For always reaching beyond what I
Could know or see…
And with your final stroke of malice
You left me further disabled
Climbing back outside a wish I knew
Was never to be mine…
When you left you found the old world
Different than the one you thought you knew
A desert of frozen stone with a black sky now
Surrounded the stillness of your abandoned love…
As you hesitated to turn around and
Reenter my world
The one that just a moment ago you had
Admonished and left for good
A lone arm reached out and closed the door
Behind you
Leaving you abandoned in a sea of loneliness
And despair
—to love no more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Dedicated To Lisa Wynn in the next AOP.
I am but shooting star …a comet
my shimmering trail flows
over your fine line… strings
the music
of your powerful pull
like black ink ...absorbing
landing me
my heat falls on you
…and I become your corona
a fiery picnic feast lit up around your cool as mid night flesh
Tomorrow
I will awaken full bright as hearth come to life for dinner’s fixing
for you… for you
I feed your flesh
You feed my soul
and in so ...bursting forth…I feel as if I am God himself
…unleashed in love
and fully draping upon the pain of the entire world
I am ...but the desert of your dream’s feast
I am yours alone…naught but an existential dream
I am a black bird in flight...dip dancing
on the silver edge of this magnificent night
...suddenly white
Come with me into the envelope of the universe
we will fold and fold and fold again
into a being of one
and be the very vibration
of being
…the we
we are the perfect note.
You were my river, my white water rapids rushing.
I recall your floating liquid eyes in my whispering vespers.
You were my noblest test, but then your loss came crushing.
My realization too late, I was left living among the lepers.
Still, I sip your supper on my florid palate of your beguiling.
I recall each day, my grieving litany of meager failures.
I keep your smiling pictures and I covet our reconciling.
For me, the reflection of our tender amatory still allures.
Taking you for granted, I met your power to annul.
I surely got my just dessert, this harsh desert in my chest.
But I am alive, recalling our fresh love on a separate channel.
In my delusion, we circle in dance, our bodies in sexual arrest.
Of course, I know my reenactments can never bring you home.
Instead, it is tenderness never lost that inspires this poem.
Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart,
tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night,
my love gleamed with a gorgeous glow,
draping the sequins of your enthralling elegance.
In my psyche I felt the tempting tender caress
of your intangible mesmeric charisma,
but you sauntered away from my entranced sight
like the autumn cloud across my dream sky.
From the threshold of my desire reverie
your footprints faded away beyond the twilight.
With the turquoise thread of lingering longing,
I weaved the filigree of fantasy in my dream.
From the ebony edge of the night of despair
storm clouds surged with thunder of tearing strife,
destructed my dream, dispersed in the debris,
as my lost love turned into a fierce whirlwind.
I heard the squelch of the submerging sorrow
swathing stealthily my broken heart,
resonating the deranged lilt of indigo pulsation
with the splitting echo from the sensory strata.
The soft touches of your departing kiss turned into lashes
of desert storm as I drifted across the dunes of deprivation
with shifting sands of time designing myriad illusion.
In the mirage flashing in your eyes I saw my demolition.
In the dark depths of my mind,
Where echoes of unfulfilled desires still reverberate,
I stand and contemplate the cold walls of my heart,
And I tell you, with a voice dimmed by melancholy,
That my love is an eternal autumn, a game of shadows and dead leaves,
A place where spring never rises.
Wrap your fragile threads around yourself,
Do not let them intertwine with mine, for they are threads of darkness and despair,
If they were to touch my string, they would reveal the abyss within my soul,
An abyss that knows no light, only cold and emptiness.
Look at my scars, these maps of pain and loss,
And be cautious when you look into my eyes, for they are windows to fierce storms,
Once you fall into these eyes, you will fall from the heavens,
And it will hurt more than anything else,
To stand beside my heart, a locked door, a mystery that will never unveil.
Keep your hands to yourself, I do not like the fleeting spark
When they collide with mine, a reminder of an intimacy I cannot bear,
Help yourself, do not lean on me, for I am a crumbling rock,
Do not try to be my friend, for my friendship is a mirage in a desert of loneliness.
Do not smile in front of me, your smile makes me weak,
And for your own good, let your guards down, do not rise too high,
For you will fall and be crushed by the truth that it was all a lie,
A theater of shadows where love is just an illusion.
Be selfish when you talk to me, show arrogance, not sympathy,
Care less about what you can do for me, for I have nothing to offer,
Do not expect too much from a heart that is empty,
And please, love yourself, do not fall in love with me.
In this universe of words and silences,
I warn you, with a voice of wind and rain,
That my love is a ghost, a siren's song,
A call that will lead you to the abyss,
And in this abyss, you will find only my shadow,
And a heart that has ceased to beat for anyone.
(In the summer of 1960, filming began on
"The Misfits". Shot on location in the Nevada
desert, the picture was enveloped in a weird
atmosphere of doom from start to finish. For
the three stars - Marilyn Monroe, Clark Gable
and Montgomery Clift - it would be the last
film they ever completed.)
Desert Hearts
What do you think of this?
A motion picture, wrought
in a wilderness, about a woman
loved by Gay, Guido, Arthur, Perce,
a woman who draws men
as thoughtlessly as breathing,
but whose beauty is her curse.
And what of three wranglers,
in the drum of the washing machine,
who live for chasing mustangs -
the dwindling mustangs,
whose fate is to be slaughtered
as food for dogs,
and whose destruction
draws nearer each time
they are chased?
Come with me to Reno,
the town with no water,
the zone of single strangers.
Meet five doomed characters,
moving through a slow gavotte
one deadly summer,
dancing on the spot
finding out anew what
they've really always known: how
to have and have not.
Braids and Ladders
There was once a very selfish wife,
Who allowed her husband to risk his life,
Collecting Rapunzel climbing over
A witch’s wall,
Until one night the witch caught him!
How dare you, how did you have
The gall!
She promised not to hurt a hair on
His head,
But made him a promise that she
Would instead,
Collect their first born,
Which she duly did one morn!
Rapunzel, she called the little girl,
Who grew into a true sight to
Be seen,
So the witch locked her in a tower
Where not a solitary being,
Could enter, for there was no door
Just a window way up high
And a very high tower pointed towards
The sky.
Rapunzel had very long blonde
Braids,
And up these braids climbed this horrible
Old witch.
Rapunzel to pass the time would sing,
And one day a prince passed, heard
A song and watched the witch cling
To long braids which reached the ground,
After she had
Whispered Rapunzel let down your hair,
Which someone from high up did with
Great flair!
One night the prince said the same,
And without a care,
Rapunzel let down her hair,
Up climbed the prince , Rapunzel
Was startled, and he, taken aback,
At such beauty, he immediately fell in love,
Proposed, Rapunzel accepted for
She instantly loved him back.
One day Rapunzel said to the witch,
You are much heavier than the prince,
You evil girl, she said, you are deceitful
And took her to a desert to weep and
Where she would never see people!
The witch tied Rapunzel’s braids
By the window and when the prince
Called for Rapunzel to let down her hair,
He climbed up the braids, which he didn’t
Know were now a snare!
The witch pushed him, he fell into a
Bush with many a thorn,
And was blinded.
He lost interest in life and wandered through
The forest, he was lost in mourn,
Finally reached the desert and heard
A familiar voice in song,
Ran towards it Rapunzel recognized
The prince and shed many a tear,
One of which, to the witches’ greatest fear,
Fell on his eyes and delighted
He could again see,
Together they took flee,
To the Prince’s kingdom, where Rapunzel, the
Fair beauty and the Prince married,
Not a moment wasted or tarried!
Foot Note
RAPUNZEL IS A SALAD VEGETABLE
It is a black, moonless night; bleak and barren
the desert landscape is alien with twisted cacti shapes.
Elongated shadows fall upon fresh blood kill, with gapes
a cautionary reminder of coyotes, or were they vampires?
The mind can play its trickery when it is terrified...
...a wrenching sound, a blinding light, a sinister abduction.
Tranquilized and paralyzed, I falter as I lay
exhausted and helpless on this cursed Halloween night.
How can I escape these terrors from without and within?
Will howling werewolves be feasting upon my flesh tonight?
I hear the wind whipping through the diabolical world
of devils and demons
I cannot escape, I am woefully undone...
... until I am startled awake by my dog’s sticky tongue!
Written on 10/26/2020
For Halloween Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
My Envious Moon:(Poem)
Flowing like the wind/breeze or wave,You came close to me.
My heart-beats became extremely restless.
I got struck by an arrow, a deep pain arose.
My heart got wounded (in such a way that), I felt ecstatic/overjoyed.
O my envious Moon! When Your eyes,
Met with mine for the first time, I felt ecstatic
In the midst of passion, in my arms .
When you enfolded with great love and full joy. I felt ecstatic
My heart was full of sand and emptiness.
My life was full of an endless thirst
Today in the desert, in the village of love
Dense rainfall has arrived, I feel ecstatic
I went crazy in your love, perished myself
You smiled in such a way, I feel ecstatic
You’ve fallen/struck like lightning, You’ve created magic
(As everything is working out perfectly)
You’ve ignited fire of our halal nikkah real love (in such a way), I feel ecstatic.
O my envious Moon! When Your eyes,
Met with mine for the first time, I felt ecstatic
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran
It's not that luxurious solitude you can choose against a background of sea or desert, a mythological desolation like in Antonioni's film, with that subtle taste of beautiful hopelessness in the subliminal search for identity that ends with a shotgun.
That's not the case in Cainland.
It's the loneliness of exile into the reduced self, into the emptiness of cutting all ties, and your so-called identity is whatever progressive humanity wants to see, but it's always not you. .
You have to deal with another kind of existentialism, just breathe, and while you're alive, carry on if you can, or if you can't, no one will notice, including yourself.
No press screening, this movie was financed with dirty money stained with oily fingerprints.
The working title was Cursed for the Place of Birth, but in the final version it was changed to Exiled - a less dramatic, more conventional title.
The rare audience watched apathetically in silence, distracted from time to time by the flickering of their cell phones they couldn't resist reacting.
One drunk laughed at the end.