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Joplin Sell Poem
for White Sands National Monument
I float through a vast ocean of white sand,
gliding slowly over the dancing dunes,
some rise gently against the purple mountain backdrop,
some tower steeply, ruling the barren waves,
I am called to soar above them...
Quiet,
the air is silent in the evening sun,
as clouds mimic the sparkling hills,
and the Earth holds her breath,
in awe at her own beauty...
I stretch my arms out to the sides,
and trustfully fall backwards,
embraced by the soft, warm dunes,
cradling my dreams with their lullabies,
I am an infant of the sand spirits...
Man can come and man can go,
and the surrounding mountains may crumble,
but the dunes will last forever,
as these are the sands of time...
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Joplin Sell Poem
Tomorrow is a new day,
don't let this moment get you down,
just chase those nasty blues away,
and make a smile out of that frown.
It's times like these when you must understand,
that faith is what needs to be in your heart,
for the Universe does have a wonderful new plan,
and you will be playing a very big part.
Just live your life day to day,
by believing in the power of the spirit,
no matter what troubles seem to come your way,
"I believe in you, my child," listen close, you'll hear it.
The flowers will bloom through all this crap,
and the Universe will fill you with hope,
even though you're lost without a map,
and wonering how you're ever going to cope.
But trust in that faith that lives in you,
don't let the demons win at their game,
the angels are on your team in everything you do,
so the way you look at life will never be the same.
For you can make it through this period of bad,
"I need your help Great Spirit," is all you have to say,
to find happiness and peace out of this sad,
for tomorrow is going to be a wonderful new day!
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Joplin Sell Poem
with thanks to ntzkae shange
I live in Alamogordo!
is this where you live?
I live here in Alamogordo,
I live on Zia Street,
my friend lives on Scenic Avenue,
do you live here in Alamogordo?
Sunlight,
falls round me like a sequence curtain,
as the mountain air cools my face,
cool like talavera tiles in the morning,
bright as roasting chili peppers,
my senses come alive!
I got peaceful nights where other people have
honking cars and sirens,
and an ocean of White Sand,
whose waves I surf on plastic sleds,
soaring above the basin a Stealth flies.
I live in Alamogordo!
live in it,
dance in it,
I'd even sing in it,
a coyote crooning its song,
howling falls so fulla enchantment,
You see, gaze at Sierra Blanca,
and find yourself,
find yourself in Alamogordo!
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Nobody cares about me,
An apple, a sandwich and some chips,
I’m missing something.
Why don’t people like?
What is wrong with me?
On my left, the popular group,
A flock of eagles dressed in school tuxedos,
On my right, the burnouts,
Flapping pigeons dress in Levi jackets.
I am the middle, I am the nerd.
I eat by myself and walk by myself.
Damn it! It’s not fair!
No one says hi to me in the halls,
No one sits next to me in class.
I am a person, I have feelings too.
Everyone talks about the big party over the weekend.
Know what I did?
I sat home crying.
When I answer questions, people laugh.
I’m not a jock, I’m not a stud, I’m just me!”
Sometimes I wonder why am I on this planet.
Done eating,
I wall the halls to the same old wall,
Where I stand everyday,
Waiting for the bell to ring,
An ant, black and dead…
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Hand extended,
tears from eyes,
shredded clothes,
calling for help.
I pass,
blind and deaf,
keeping my light,
to myself.
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The dark blanket begins to retreat,
As the morning star pushes it away.
The pink horizon is alive.
The energy dances in the sky.
It’s a new day.
The green carpet sparkles in the twilight,
As the dew drops capture each ray.
The magic comes through.
The birds begin to sing.
It’s a new day.
The morning star begins its climb,
As the sleeping creatures awake.
The warmth fills each crack.
A baby cries.
It’s a new day.
The flower buds open in the light,
As a spider finishes weaving its web.
A bomb in heard in the distance.
I grab my gun.
It’s a new day.
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The liquid trees sweat
in the early morning heat,
Reaching out in a deadly grab,
I lie on the ground,
Chin in the mud,
Waiting for the dam to break.
The dead breath of air awakes,
Twigs snap in the distance,
And a bird’s siren cry alarms me,
I peer down my finder-scope,
Into a wonderland of cartoons,
As they dance out of the brush.
Fred Flintstone,
Bugs Bunny,
Mighty Mouse,
Each one reaches my cross
I fire, they fall,
Swimming in a pool of blood.
The sergeant comes to me,
Says I’m going to get a medal,
Says I did a great job,
But I slide down the finder-scope,
and dive into the pool.
I can’t go home now,
I must drown myself in red.
I can never tell my son,
Fred Flintstone,
Bugs Bunny,
And Mighty Mouse are dead.
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Stone hands slide across wooden faces,
With a timeless intention,
Of man’s damnation,
To glimpse at a movement,
Searching for salvation,
We stand in lashing winds,
Of spoken rage,
And caress the moment,
Before,
The wheat grain,
Slips,
Away,
And desperate housewives,
Transmute into schizophrenic princesses,
Waltzing through a ballroom palace,
Stone hands capture each breath,
And inside glass bottles,
They chime,
Then fall on disciples,
Time stops,
Life,
Dies…
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I went for a walk today,
Deep within the woods,
On a trail hardly traveled,
To a place nobody has heard…
I was just a feather,
Carried by the breeze,
Flowing ever so softly,
As I glided through the trees…
I came to a hollow,
That had a small stream,
And sat on the bank,
To listen to it sing…
I watched five twigs,
Three leaves float by,
And stared at the reflections,
Cast by the sky…
I felt I was being watched,
So I turned in my fright,
And saw why fate had brought me here,
To this glorious sight…
A unicorn so pure, so white,
Danced from out of the gate,
Touched my face and smiled,
Then asked why I was late…
He said he loved me,
But I could not stay,
And that we will be together,
Forever, he promised, someday…
I went for a walk today.
Deep with the woods,
On a trail hardly traveled,
To a place I will return…
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Oh, misty river, flow gently in my mouth,
Tie your silver ribbons around my feet,
A diseased beast rides down your back,
Planting tumors in your breast,
Slowly surrounding me…
Oh, mist river, kidnap my sorrow,
Bind it to your cold, dark bones,
Tears fall like rain drops, my eyes are the storm,
I can see the smoke, the smoke of the white devil,
Burning in your heart…
Oh, misty river, take my soul,
Drive your arrow into my lung,
Let the emerald carpet grow through my skin,
Let the beetles chew my brain,
Save me from the white devil…
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