Long Sandstorms Poems
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If I ever had a daughter like me,
I’d call her
my little desert rose
so she knows I’ve lived it too—
a brittle-stemmed rose
blooming through sandstorms.
Were I to have a daughter—
someone soft like me...
I’d tell her I’m sorry.
Not for bringing her into a world
where cruelty exists—
but for letting her live in it
when her petals part
before her thorns remember to rise.
If I ever had a daughter
who feels and pains like me…
I wish I don’t.
It’s a gift to feel everything, they say.
But I’ve loved it enough to know—
the world punishes it.
I selfishly wish
she would never be like me…
I want her to stay
an unguarded, unbroken wild daisy.
CATTLE EGRET
Makinde Adebayo Adeniyi
Silken, snow-white feathers
Slender, elegant legs
Lovely long sinuous neck
Beautiful and benignly noble head
Stout, straight, sharp beaks
The cattle egret
Seen in the dry season
In symbiosis
With cattle and the wild
Visitors to the quiet countryside
Feeding on ticks and insect
Migrating with the arrival of the rains
To distant arid land
The cattle egret
Harmless as a dove
Graceful in flight
Beautiful in sight
Her arrival, like the sweet angels
Bring the sandstorms
Dusty, dense, dry vegetation in cold weather
Interspersed with hot noons
And that sweet aroma of harmattan
How can I flood your waters
when your barriers hold me back?
How can I fill your mind
when it's preoccupied and blind?
How can I fulfill your needs
when there is no way of pleasing these?
How must I cross your mountains
when your forest is so thick inside?
How can I fly through your skies
when you cloud the vision of my eyes?
How can I swim through your oceans
when your undertow keeps pulling me down?
How can I walk through your deserts
when your sandstorms keep blinding me so?
How can I kiss you gently
when you disguise the love I know?
A collaboration with Carole Duet.
You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot
You would assume I am thirsty in this dyer heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to depart,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never mature,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and stability,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all shames and facades,
According to you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need during storms and tranquility,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
So all I need dwells in my structure enabling me to live victoriously,
Beasts may lurk when sandstorms arise,
And mirages may cause others to be mislead
Signs and wonders May appear in fallen sky’s to deceive
Weary soldiers may forget to defend and retreat
I stand my post and flaunt my spears,
For a cactus heart survives all endeavors.
COMPANION POEM TO :
ODE TO MYRRH TREE
So Myrrh stood in centre of desert
wild winds through branches delivering untruths plaited with sorrow
dust particles choking cacti
scatterings of sparse rain made
no patter ~
silence w a i t i n g
white became her trunk scrubbed with
daunting sunrays through sluggish day
undulating endless sand dunes …
panted
time miracle-less, no veils shielded
raw core, passive ~
lizards l o u n g e d
odourless her branches lost seduction
no oily lubricants for pear-shaped flesh
brittle bark snapped in lost loneliness
beauty a faded glory buried
d e e p
beetles spent by breeding atop
harsh grit of ancient desert f o s s i l i s e d
mystical myrrh magic was no more
her stump dissipating into fragments
sore
breathless desert discerned, exhausted
camels, lashes threadbare, kneeled surrender
tongues brittle papyrus into electrons
lips parched ~
lines of m e l a n c h o l y
Tree of kings, empresses and prophets !
where have colourful canvassed tents in
sandstorms gone with patterned serpents curling to tunes of alluring pipes,
smoke honey eyes, when limbs twined warm ~
sensual t o g e t h e r
the All-Embracing laments
languid
across desert’s fierce micro flames
sweat dripping ~ His amber inlays
melting into black beads
disappearing
soundless screams ache
starving l o n g i n g
ages of loveless waiting
what is beauty but terror flipped ?
wrinkles speak of struggle and beasts
time tightening grip across
opEN
s p a c e
scent slipping ashen dregs
as desert creatures cackled an end
stars dripping crystalline sorrow
myrrh momentarily disappeared …
___________________________
Published: Edge of Humanity Magazine:
June 26
Placed : 5th Premier Contest
Sponsor : Brian Strand
April 26
(A lone voice whispers)
He who walks without the most holy of ways
Will never return
Until they have learned not by sin be swayed
As true as new trees are made
By lay played
In so many wet insidious ways
By those hidden in the chasms
In the faraway stars
For people like you gathered here should be careful
For without faith
In any form
The nearby Darkness can always open a small gateway to sin
And if that abyss is opened
Revealing
Desolation's
Fatal sandstorms
It gets so much harder
To let hope crawl in
So O ye
O Ye
On the yellow beaches
Beseeching
O ye
Gathered round me
To the worthy few
I summon by the power of the Purple Flame
Virtue
By the Divine Will of your choice of God
To guide you
Amen
Through Acheron
To the blue Stargate
So you can
Once more
Run
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Her tattered self in a city long ago
a little girl lost in oceans of turmoil
nobody had known her true identity
the whimsical world looked at her in pity.
She had an agony that none could hear
devoid of strength, joy and love
her wails diffused in white noise
she prayed to her ancestors above.
From a desolate sand dune he appeared
who believed that she was a miracle
he took her along as his own one
sprinkled upon her joys, lessons, insights
pristine hopes flourishing in anxious swamps
he reminded her that she was a warrior
"You don't lose until you give up"
his blissful whispers adorned her crown.
Their lands seemed similar in divine aurora
her captain guided in ferocious storms
their nascent ship went to universes afar
victorious battles of despair with light
an unbreakable bond of love and promises.
He built a kingdom for his little angel
revealing legends of her glorious history,
a princess of submerged kingdom he knew
his tranquil valour remained a mystery.
Alas! She unraveled his secret glitters
a fugitive from the land of her enemies.
How could she trust a masked warrior
detained beyond borders he must flee
torn pages of faith in sandstorms
her sword dripped crimson blood
serenades of magic however vanished
departed messenger in mists of void.
She began a voyage of unwavering courage
his symbol in another parallel universe
proclaimed insane in a whirlwind
beliefs of a warrior in mystic dreams
her lost lands, known battlefields
revived traces in bridged reminiscence
effervescent saplings of his presence
to find herself she fused her essence
bereft yet brave, her legacy applauded
an unnamed warrior remembered for years
at a blissful topanga of azure twilight
his blessings gleamed her silver sword
he'd waited for her to win herself
the warrior who'd never give up hadn't left.
July 8, 2020
Warrior Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
A border is a line drawn in the sand
Constantly shifting if you have time to see
A personality is a borderline ebbing
Time ceaselessly flowing us away
One side unreachable as the far shore
The other, all that is good, so secure
Righteousness is our scarlet letter
Which side am I on today without a center?
Without a tether my territory dissolves
The shifting sand erases my lines
Nations are defined by treaties and borders
The other side infidels wanting harm
Good people never go to the edge
Soldiers and the depressed are conscripted
We with our life line stretched to breaking
We, the few, dig another line in the sand
We with guns and the other with party favors
They beguile us with spirits and Camels
They say it’s always Christmas in the trenches
They say give us a smoke and spam
In return, they’ll give us a light and relief
Above us the constellations laughing
We down below make cat's cradles
The planets and stars party hard regardless
When the full moon descends we’ll battle
We draw lines in the dark thinking we're Alamo
The children of Eve know no celebration
We all have work to do after the last drink
So, I’ll man my guns hoping for another meter
You shall not cross this borderline
But I’m the infidel and the righteous
We draw borders around the globe
We draw a line between us and them
Whether we are Axis or Allies
Here is Africa and the Continent
Between me and the better me is me
Without borders I am whole
With a line, I divide me from me
So, I draw a circle in the sand
And the dunes outside laugh
Sandstorms are ignorant of lines
I’ll then draw a circle large enough
Enough to hold both hemispheres
Hoping space will respect my space
Till only the edge of the universe is left
Outside its borders is the unknown
In time I’ll have no borders
Nothing there is quite the same without the tears of spring. No plant
has grown, nor blossom bloomed, nor stirs a living thing. I traveled
there a time or two when came my simple whim. Long before such
destitute along the sands of vim.
A desert born within the night, all living things have died. Since
the day hope went away and the skies no longer cried. No vanity
affords it now, the vernal paradise on the brim. A shameful state as
of this date.. The once proud land of Vim.
Children's laughter washed away, now sandstorms windy hazing. No
weeping heavens to cool the burn of noon day heat ablazing. Sun
bleached stones that folk once roamed before things drew to dim.
Without the rain, nothing remained to revive the life of vim.
~California and the future to come~