Santa Ana Poems - Poems about Santa Ana

Within ageless canyons we hold our breath. Ash clouds engulf us, survival or death? Santana stampedes, pariah unchained. ‘Tis Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed! Chased from our homes and all else that we own, Panicked we flee, to a refuge unknown. Behind us a past we can never forget The clear hills of May, June’s swallows…regret. Sparked up by nature, mishap or...

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Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame. Black-scape throughout, life’s survival or death? Spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained. Santana stampedes, she’s wicked, untamed, through canyons of ages. We hold our breath. Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame. Now Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed! Desiccation abounds where there were fresh spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained. What brought this on us,...

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Pro Patria Mori Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched as Santa Ana's baggage washed their brazen hair, hip deep in the Rio Grande. The ancient river moved across the land Like slow drool down a leather cheek. Bang! Paul Bunyan's balls rolled down the Great Divide, rattled across the porcelain sea. Oh, the girls! Hair hot and black, Whoopee! Their tongues as pink as baby fat. Now tongs drop...

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Unbestown upon me, you start blowing in my soul ahead of your arrival In your wake, still air becomes glowy and unstable while the sky suddenly turns lilac and bloody, avenging my usually even mood and forecasting the upcoming devastation As you get nearer, I have no choice but to let the desert sand and dryness batter my skin till my eyes close in pain and I am left weepy and gutted, blindly seeking for your warm voice...

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you blew down from the mountains a cool desert breeze a breath of fresh air...

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