A drought is just like
An arid arid desert
That hungers for rain
quote by by Edwin Tanguma
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Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.
quote by Kahlil Gibran
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Desert (Word Cinquain)
Desert
barren, arid
burning, blazing, torturing
futile years of life
Wasteland.
poem by Rizvana Parveen
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Under My Umbrella
When I close my eyes
I can see for miles
Theres comfort in my dark scene
And chaos in the isles
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not
The colour that
You arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours
Decided so
I refuse to kneel before
The sights you choose to see
When I close my eyes
I remember how I smile
Under my umbrella
Im an accomplished exile
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are
Not the colour that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours
Decided so
I refuse to kneel before
The sights you choose to see
If this is right
Id rather be wrong
If this is sight
Id rather be blind
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are
Not the colour that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours
Decided to
I refuse to kneel before
The sights you choose to see
If this is right
Id rather be wrong
If this is sight
Id rather be blind
song performed by by Incubus
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The Hiding Place Of Sadness
sadness when kept alone by you
knows a place where to hide
it is like an arid soil at noon
when temperatures are high
and then an unexpected rain
falls
what you see is this quick
rising of hot air
to the sky
and then the sun smiles at you
as though nothing happened.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Short term fixes create problems
A policy of slash and burn
may bring a small but quick return
but it’s the worst of strategies.
Thin soil denuded of its trees.
Cannot retain the falling rain
and soon becomes an arid plain
The soil dried out and blown away,
a man made desert here to stay
It seems man cannot understand
He’s just a steward of the land.
If nature can replace the trees
the process will take centuries.
Man has no choice but to move on
another swathe of forest gone.
26-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Saw God Today.... For My Pal Smoky
I saw God today, on a mountain high,
As the wind blew through my hair.
I saw God today in the clear blue sky,
I felt small and humble there.
I saw God today, in the desert sands,
As the Joshua Trees reached for the sky.
I saw God today in the arid sands,
And heard the coyotes mournful cries.
I saw God today in the desert sun,
And in the desert willow bells.
I saw God today, just one on one,
In beautiful stones and ancient sea shells.
I saw God today and he saw me,
I could reach out and touch his face.
I saw God in that vast dry sea,
And now my soul is full of grace.
I saw God today, in the great Southwest,
God saw my heart, and I saw his.
I can't still the thunder in my chest,
You see, that's where heaven is.
4/4/12 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs
It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
Tugging at banks, until they seemed
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,
That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine,
The breath of turgid summer, and
Heavy with thunder's rattapallax,
That the man who erected this cabin, planted
This field, and tended it awhile,
Knew not the quirks of imagery,
That the hours of his indolent, arid days,
Grotesque with this nosing in banks,
This somnolence and rattapallax,
Seemed to suckle themselves on his arid being,
As the swine-like rivers suckled themselves
While they went seaward to the sea-mouths.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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On The Barrenness Of The Desert
it does not mean that on that arid desert
where barrenness defines itself
in an ocean of sand
a space of heat
a huge territory of howling silence,
be surprised when soon you stop and look upon a little patch
a very tiny violet flower says
love lives here
love lives here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For this relief much thanks for M lady Ann
Just a few dwindling pools remain
in what was once the river bed.
Three years and more without rain.
Most of my livestock long since dead.
Yet still I have to struggle on
I have no choice no place to go
All of my men have packed and gone,
To where the deeper rivers flow.
Each evening I pray for rain
I won’t surrender to despair.
I’m not too old to start again.
No man can win who does not dare.
The storm clouds gather overhead.
Perhaps in answer to my prayer.
This time release much needed rain.
There’s water, water everywhere.
The river fills and overflows.
The arid earth drinks greedily.
The drought is over: Heaven knows
I’ve had my share of misery.
I face the future confident
That I can do what must be done
Determination and intent
are all I have I will go on.
I will build up my stock and then
I will employ some jackaroos.
To help me run the place again
much needed help that I can use.
But for the present work alone.
My nearest neighbour’s miles away
There is so much that must be done.
Enough to fill each working day.
When evening comes I will give thanks.
Unto my maker gratefully.
The river flows between its banks.
And all is as it ought to be.
09/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Monsoon Woes II
Nothing to set
Summer apart
Fading monsoon dreams!
Scorching sun
Dripping sweat
Awaiting rain!
Sterile cloud
Pricking heat
Rain holiday!
Reptiles crawling
Spewing hot venom
Respite sought!
Hot vapours rose
Still thirsty, sun gulped rain
Humid heat returns!
Drought gets sprinkled
Like arid seeds and dust
Darkness around eyes!
Sun stomps
Grass seed bud and beetle
Mud cakes'dirge!
Baked earth
Dry eyes
Silent mourning!
Clouds collide
Empty vessels cling clang
Wrinkled earth, lost!
Dust in the eyes
Dust in the ears
Dust in the hands!
Storms do rise
Not on the sea
Of dust on earth!
From cracks of earth
Crawl reptiles upwards
For cool respite!
Yesterday's dead dog
Lies baked and stiff
None to care!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Harmattan
Sahara desert is coming with its dry wind
Dry wind that desiccates the skin
See it come with its cold wind
Cold wind that makes oil sleep in tin
It comes to dry the lips
To force the lips to tear
Then the tongue licks the lips
To reduce its burden to bear
Sahara desert is here with its moistless wind
Our fields are loosing its fresh foliage
Our moist soil is now arid and drained
It makes all things look its old age
The young wrinkles like the old
And their future old nature unfold
poem by YoungBen Ulebor
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Charade
While the collective mind mimes an idealised image
of reflected existence, a mystical mirage,
extrapolated, of an oasis of intelligence, -
control of one’s own destiny, freedom, independence, -
amidst an arid desert where reflection is precisely
the simple quality everywhere most lacking, -
a charade in which all connive, all give their backing, -
it thus retains some slender grasp upon its sanity.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Learn you to an ill use arid ye'll ca't custom.
Where you have an enemy, you will also surely arid a friend.
Very little grows
Upon a parched arid land;
Where few raindrops fall.
haiku by Edwin Tanguma (22 August 2012)
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Let us be like rivers, Love
The Table shall never meet the Fuji again
Let us be like rivers, Love
Great rivers, not mountains!
On their epic journey to grace
The Land of the gods with much needed hope
Where an arid desert is the ‘mirror of heaven’
Great rivers run from a Great Lake
Ignorant of borders, boundaries or nationalities
They run
But no matter how long or how apart they grow
Great rivers are sure to become one sometime
At the edge of some distant sea
poem by LLM Mbatha
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Your Eyes Are The Last Place
I never noticed
turned away my face
in your eyes
has survived a place.
The rain has dried up
they are now arid
flowers have gone leaving no seed
love's warmth is lost in weed.
Your eyes are the last place
holding the relics of the world's lost loveliness!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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In the early morning
When a god in the early morning
descended from the east
he wanted to find
a farm girl
and to get a Afrikaner girl
as a mate,
but no Afrikaner farm girl
liked him.
He got really angry
and went to the old Orange Free State
and there he scorched the earth open
with lightning bolts
and blasted every thing flat
to be able to see miles far
when an Afrikaner farm girl passes.
He farmed as well as he could
and fetched his sheep
from the fields
and one day
when he was standing in the field
between the blue bushes,
he saw an Afrikaner farm girl going past
and on his horse
he rode as fast as the wind
with dust hanging
twisting behind him
to get his girl.
l’Envoi
With time a nation
emerged like giants
out of that dry earth
and they work
before the sun rises
farming in that arid region
and here and there
a boy
watches a girl...
[Reference: The Orange Free State is province in South Africa, which is very arid with a flat landscape.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Breeze -3
Intermittent arid kisses
From the noon sun
Caresses this lonesome heart
In solitude I am broken
I wish for a loved one too
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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The sterile, arid environment created by truly jarring and discordant signage and gargantuan billboards is a turnoff.
quote by Jonathan Katz
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