Short Mesquite Poems
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March Morn in Vegas Haiku
Wet cement, Texas
Sage, Yellow Broom, mesquite, rain.
Pungent Vegas Morn
Ah, the smoky scent hovers
As mesquite burns on
Taking care not to burn them
I flip them often
Juicy hamburgers
Needing some
Cheese!
Slap Ya Mamma all over
And soak 'em in beer
Next morning smell the mesquite
Sizzle-juce and fat
Impregnate the air
Love smok'n
Mmmmmmmm!
mountain breeze
whisper's sweet
in the mesquite trees
skies of blue
cloudless, too
once a perfect day
memories fade
as love wades
across a shallow stream
a breeze wandered through the dunes
carrying the faint scent of mesquite
and something older~
a whisper of the land remembering its own stories.
Prime Rib
Prime rib bone in, marbled fat
Spiced with garlic cloves
Smoked slowly on a grill with
Mesquite wood chips till
Center is slight pink
Melts in my
Mouth!
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Boots crunch on gravel,
frost-kissed mesquite by the creek~
hot cider steams up.
Lone Star lights the oilfield towns;
Santa wears a bolo tie.
Coffee, & Egg Whites,
& MesQuite Smoked Up Brisket...
& Pancakes so good...
that I don’t miss the biscuits.
That's hormone-free Butter
& the most luscious cream....
these are a few of my
favorite things....
Born to ride in mesquite
Bonded to sage and sand
Bound to love and lose her
But that's a common thing
Busted bones ain't rare ones
Broken hearts ain't either
Beware, the blonde does both
August, 2016
For Contest Pleiades B
Down beat
Delete
Mistrust
All bust
Mesquite
Mincemeat
Charge sheet
Complete
Red heat
Concrete
Timesheet
to-beat
Upbeat
Un sweet
puffed wheat
dutch treat
off beat
spreadsheet ?
8/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The Desert
~*~
misty morning
silver over cactus thorn
diamond drops
~*~
mesquite trees dance
smooth breeze through the sage
ripples on the sand
~*~
invisible clouds
sunlight melts morning
woodpecker news
~*~
from the ridge line, with the mountain breeze
among saguaro and mesquite trees
a lone rider spurs his horse
and from a distance lassos my heart
not riding off into the sunset
he has a thirst he needs to whet
in the valley the oasis waits
drink your fill, drink your fill
Champagne in lovely waterfall,
Fill up your glass with alcohol.
Coffee in my cup with Brandy.
Mighty fine and mighty dandy.
Gin and soda; favorite casino
In L.V., also Mesquite, Reno.
Milk or juice in cup, filler up.
I have beautiful coffee cups.
Used to be Chock Full of Nuts.
when you look at the mountains
when you feel the cool breeze
when you hear the wind whisper
through the mesquite trees
when you smell the rain
from the desert monsoon
when you see the stars
and the crescent moon
when you think back
remembering this
will you think of me
a memory missed?
Friends have an open invitation, dusky sky, soft rock music~
It’s all part of the experience of barbecuing—I Am Anaya
Rustic charred mesquite fired up
Aromatic smoke
Sweet guavas, fish, steak, grilling
Blazed creamed artichoke
Decadent pastry
Black Velvet
Lime
The August sun does not reach
the shadows of the old mesquite
as it grows in the river bed.
The soft dry sand, the sultry heat
invites the visitor to sleep.
Thunder in the mountains
rumbling through the hills
white water washes the boulders down
The mesquite is gone, scattered.
A seed pod rests in damp sand.
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Sun-baked asphalt stretches,
heat-haze shimmering like water.
A lone hawk circles
above mesquite shadows.
Cattle low in dry grass.
Oil rigs nod slow.
Wind carries nothing
but grit and space
and the weight
of sky.
Always
sky.
Sweet, sweet, can't be beat
What a treat, love to eat
Veggie meat, cookie sheet
Oats and wheat down the street.
Take a seat off your feet
Here to greet friends from Crete
Cuban Pete in the sleet
Areet pleat, neat, petite.
The elite ocean fleet
No defeat, no retreat
Never cheat, just compete
I entreat my parakeet.
there is a sweet whisper
blowing through mesquite
singing your name
my long lost friend
and I miss those days
when the shadows stretch long
before the darkness falls
I think of you my long lost friend
wondering where you went
just before I sleep
before I start to dream
I say a prayer for us my friend
praying you return to me
The cliffs up high
tell adobe tales
laced with maize
on hawk feather breezes.
Whispers of Jaguars
travel the mesquite,
are impaled on cacti needles.
The sight of the cat
knows the darkness,
protects the Gods.
It's said even the spots
on its fur are eyes;
they follow the warrior.
Spears cannot pierce its skin;
we sleep in peace.
~*~
Petrified forest
the grandest canyon of all
Monument valley
~*~
dancing mesquite trees
arid breeze through sage and sand
Saguaro just pose
~*~
wolves howl at the moon
pack of coyotes scream and cry
beep beep roadrunner
~*~
Arizona heat
a hundred ten in the shade
eggs fry on sidewalks
dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn
like icy diamonds this misty morn
cold desert wind through the Mesquite trees
the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze
as the sun climbs past invisible clouds
the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud
mercury is high but the air is dry
somewhere under the tangerine sky
dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn
like icy diamonds this misty morn
cold desert wind through the Mesquite trees
the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze
as the sun climbs past invisible clouds
the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud
mercury is high but the air is dry
somewhere under the tangerine sky
did you hear it?
the love song borne on the early breeze
wafting down from mountains tall
through the brambled mesquite trees
do you hum it?
is it playing there inside your head
a tune you carry with you now
when you awake, till you go to bed
does it fill you?
wrapping you in glorious wonder
an inner light that now glows stronger
a gentle rain with echoing thunder
In the desert
dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn
like icy diamonds this Southwestern morn
~*~
warm winds through the Mesquite Trees
the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze
~*~
the desert Sun climbs past invisible clouds
the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud
~*~
the mercury is high but the air is dry
somewhere under the tangerine sky
life in Arizona