Long Driest Poems

‘so glad ya made it out alright,’ she says.
‘i’m feelin’ a whole lot better knowin’ that the crops’re bein’ taken care-uh.”
you nod, smile politely
and step out of your car straight into drying mud.
‘i just don’t...

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We’d just buried poor old Peter and we’re back now at his wake,
and of course it’s sad to see him gone but it’s great we can partake,
in giving comfort to his widow now that the...

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Bony bona fide bones bare bones                             ...

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#YO! MY SOUL ACHES IN LONGING FOR MORE INSTRUMENTATION THAT MASSAGES, SOOTHES AND BRINGS A SPECIAL SOLACE THAT I NEED...

THIS IS WHAT "ADRIAN'S THEME" BRINGS TO ME! 

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE, DIVING INTO A...

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Copper blooms, titanium too below the iron of the sky
Rich fields of ore, quarried, lay everywhere without a quarrel
In conjunction with all things shiny on the land and rust of day

Mountains pinnacles are miles high
With...

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to be a single woman in
america & aging to boot,
one must have breasts that sing to
the air (that never fall, that never
sag, that never do anything but
what the magazines show on
their covers).

to be a single...

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raindrops fall in my hair, 
but there is no rain 
in my head, 
to convince me that the driest spot is the place I just was. 


in the first, 
hardly remembered moment where you wake,...

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Ah, Divine influence, it has come to many, so they say,
as to their nameless or named God’s they do pray.
The light came to Carroll, he said he could see,
for raised by a Vicar at Christ...

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How do you know you are in love?
Is it when you become distracted, unaware of the passing, looming time?
Is it when you drift off in daydreams of dancing through clouds in the wildest fields of...

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Heartache flows crimson with black grief
Echoing despair through the clouds of doubt
Ebony mystery colors the storm in shadows
Darkening the day with a heavy show of sorrow
Anguish that beckons to the heavens for hope
Longings for the...

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Trusted producer of crimson cheeks
That could last for weeks:
Prime source of the running temperature 
Of seekers of a different picture,
The hammering heart beats few people bear 
When nothing is going to happen till next year.

The...

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Reservoir 

Filled with quiet secrets
Often hidden from our sight 
There's stillness to the surface
In depth, there's strength and might. 

People gather and are drawn to 
The impressive stature, surely
There is peace around this entity 
In...

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fingertips typing and soul trips
a beautiful crow on crescent stem sits
a hot cup of wisdom from it he sips
a golden leaf pray to never leave
a womb of stories and a burden to conceive
a digital nomad...

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On early Friday evening I get everything ready for a long fishing trip,
having checked out the weather, I'd be ready by Saturday afternoon;
and while driving I'll sing lyrics louder than a happy coon...
my tenor voice...

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We had lived the
most immortal of
times
Draught the biggest
circle of the
happiness
Carried the love to
the largest angles
together
Do you remember?

Had rains rained in
the driest seasons
Assorted hopes we
had grown up inside
of us
How yearnings those
were we kept secret
Do you remember?

We...

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I am walking through a desert,
Driest desert of my life.
Thirsty, lonely and tired
Hoping to meet a saver.

I’ve been walking for hours
Looking around for food,
Praying to God for a rain,
Trying to scare away Hunter-Birds.

Hopeless, thirsty, lonely...

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Said the last goodbye,
Leaving us, as old rye,
Taking you, Earth withers,
And I am left in shivers.

Tears flow in eyes,
The driest ones; wept,
Grays are the skies,
The wind, no longer kept.

Children shall be told,
Reminiscent  they'll be,
Before...

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As Far as our Eyes will see,
In a Vast, and seemingly
endless World
to the Future’s greatest of Extents,
in a little Hut,
Hidden in a Swamp,
Lies little Old
Ms.
Garratha.
with the few who Reside
alongside.

They Eventually found
a Beautiful spring,
during their driest...

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a grandfather clock in  the corner of the
 room turns its grayhead and sounds.

it is the hour of salt... it is the hour of aged reason. 
 and i have lost all affection for...

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The beauty of hugs,
Is that we are often given them,
When we least deserve them,
So, the next time we might feel more deserving of them,
We might even find we no longer want to live in a...

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The past is a thought.

The coastal fishing town in Peru was charming
its upland was bare and light brown, with roads 
looking like scars caused by a triple Bye-Pass.
The sky was enormous, the biggest ever seen
but...

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Busy keeping watch over sheep.
Angel appears - they would not sleep.
The shepherds walked at a quick pace,
To look upon the Christ child’s face.

They found him lying on the straw.
Baby Jesus is who they saw.
God’s Son...

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Sometimes I've felt like a bubbling brook,
At times like a closing worn out book
Of late on surfs of raging sea
Sometimes storms arise within me

But I long to walk in the Sons shine
I want to sing...

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Rainfall 

Far off in the distance, you see storm clouds
Sky begins to darken, everything it enshrouds 
Winds intensify, it’s passionate fury swirling 
Leaves, small branches, tossing and hurling

Skies open up, the violent deluge starts pouring...

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Everything in the summer is like a bog. 
Even when you live in the driest desert. 
Bog, fog, everything is dragging along.
Summer mosquitoes. 
Open toed shoes, letting in sand, and mud. 
Everything is sinking, sickly....

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