Short Dervishes Poems
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MUSIC
Raucus rock concert -
Five shrieking dervishes
On stage.
Five thousand shieking dervishes
In audience.
Brought home daughter
Hoarse and deafened.
Overcrowded cacophony.
Me, tea, bed and sleepy radio.
Simon lyrics make sense.
Sublime Garfunkel harmony.
despite desolate despair Denise Denniman desperately denied
depression. Devoutly devoted dervishes dictated disbelief and
despair. Dodging dinosauric dipsy-doodle, Denise’s Dippity-doo
demanded direction. Discombobulated directives dishonored
disillusioned dweebs and desperados
The strangest things happen
in the Northern hemisphere
dancing dervishes
become the norm
in the mid Norwegian Sun,
mercator projected
A bird in flight
caught by the car lights,
travelling incognito.
Recess to be free,
there's a longing ;
in the upper atmosphere
see the lodestar disappear.
They begin to turn
Slowly unravelling
Arms unfurling,
then skirts,
Spreading outwards
Lifting upwards
Softly stepping
Grounding down
Their feet repeat
the pattern
On the earth
One around the other
Whirling round
Their circular orbit
Expanding out
ascending through
Sama and devotion
Ecstasy and love
Our hearts have strings like guitars
Once passionately tuned
With melodious notes
Beautiful harmonies
Are conceived
These guitars
Instruments of bliss
Send soothing vibrations
To the universe around us
Totally energized
By these heavenly lyrics
The dervishes swiftly decide
To whirl around their hearts
Sanctuaries of love
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wind-shear snaps the cottonwood’s spine~
a bruised sky bleeds indigo ink.
dust devils whirl like dervishes gone feral.
cattle low, low, lowing--panic against barbed wire.
thermometer mercury plummets like a shot crow.
tin roofs shudder under sudden hail.
then: silence. Absolute.
the world holds its breath in blue.
darling dimpled dervishes
dancing delightfully
ghouls goblins gargoyles
gabbing, grabbing, ghosting,
witches wearing weaves,
wistfully watching watchers
dust of night brings Halloween
Outstanding orange ovarian owls
studiously studying steeples,
betting bulbous bats below
will wind-fly down, betwixt and between.
jealously juicing, joyously jeering
Dubiously doubting daring dust of the night.
in the bushes underneath a torn-up vine
I found Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum sublime
They did not speak to me, but spoke to each other
I told them I was going to tell my mother
Tweedle Dee bit me on the shin, and his brother jumped in
They were devil dervishes, then they took a chunk of my chin
I was screaming away for someone to save me that day
But a hole in the ground opened and they whisked me away
wilderness
whirls leaf dervishes
solitude
spins its muse
nested within his life tree
hermit’s mind set free
Devilish dervishes dancing diabolically delightfully,
Shaking their derrieres in frivolous frantic ferocity,
Heavy jack-o-lanterns join, thinking it will be fun.
Moon snaps a selfie to share with his friend the sun.
Witches watch from shadows, laughing themselves sick.
Forest is incredibly mystical tonight, totally black and thick.
Werewolves think they are invited, bring wolf spider dates.
This terrific Halloween night, many will be shoved over crates.
Tattoo arms,felony charges.
He found a woman after prison who also had a
nine year old child.
Spaz mother
tongue choker
saber rattler
thrill shooter.
she fell in love with a desert and was
thirsty forever.
he kissed her passionately in between
her screams and yells.
another brand of savagery flushing into
armed chivalry.
a cryptic bridge stood over her blood.
hunger floats the love abuse can only give.
welcome to the home
of the reliable witness.
Sweet Nothing
I trapped the wind that made
dust dervishes dance in the back yard
Lured it into a sack with the promise
it could create a storm.
I hit the sack with a hammer this for
the wind had stolen my hair
and made me bald as an American eagle.
And Silvio works for me.
I beat the sack until the wind died.
and it got unbearable hot without
a cooling breeze.
I opened the sack and the winds was
blue as a Parisian afternoon.
Windmills and zephyrs will they ever be still?