My heart is a cactus flower
My heart is a cactus flower
Unwilling to bend...
Unwilling to wilt...
Unwilling to die...
But—still.
I just can't walk away...
I've sold my life.
For a deserts ray
For a deserts ray
Of light!
Thirsty and more!
Blistered and sore!
My soul is damned,
To confess:
My eyes are parched
For more, more
Than I can posses.
Envisage.
In a—mirage!
But—still.
I just can't walk away...
I've sold my heart and soul.
For a deserts ray
For a deserts ray
Of light!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Little On Life
Life is strange,,,
it teaches us to walk and smile in sunrise,,
One day so it happens
from the road of roses it sweeps us to the river of deserts..
and gifts us with rolls of thorns,,,
we cry, we shout, and even dip to silence of night,,,
though life flows on its own..
and finally one day
it carries us again to the banks..
then we just stare at the times we traveled through
and say to ourself
that all that happened, happened for good..
journeys will always need stopage to have the perfect measures..
just as rivers are incomplete witout deserts.
Memories Of The Pacific Coast
I know a land, I, too,
Where warm keen incense on the sea-wind blows,
And all the winter long the skies are blue,
And the brown deserts blossom with the rose.
Deserts of all delight,
Cactus and palm and earth of thirsty gold,
Dark purple blooms round eaves of sun-washed white,
And that Hesperian fruit men sought of old.
O, to be wandering there,
Under the palm-trees, on that sunset shore,
Where the waves break in song, and the bright air
Is crystal clean; and peace is ours, once more.
There Beauty dwells,
Beauty, re-born in whiteness from the foam;
And Youth returns with all its magic spells,
And the heart finds its long-forgotten home,--
Home--home! Where is that land?
For, when I dream it found, the old hungering cry
Aches in the soul, drives me from all I planned,
And sets my sail to seek another sky.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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Upon reading Naseer Ahmed Nasir's 'Don't Ever Come, O December
'Deserts unnumbered have expanded in me.' - Naseer Ahmed Nasir'
A slight sigh moves sand
though a complete desert
may not notice being fluid
as a river yet static as the
Milky Way where your words pray,
'Fill distance with light. Make me limitless..'
Deserts, limitless, too, each grain a star,
each-as-One, refer to Referring Fire.
We must quarrel with December,
enumerate our grievances to angels
of every month,
'Who will knit dreamlike sweaters?
Who will pick snowflakes falling in the soul? '
Oh, to see and experience all or each
from Light's perspective,
particle and wave -
All graves shall then be opened!
poem by Warren Falcon
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You can’t pine on who deserts
Pain is much when you leave a soul.
Gone is such pain when the soul deserts.
Pain is much when you leave your love;
Gone is such pain when she deserts you
26.10.2002, Trichur
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sold My Soul
I prayed to God and jesus
But I guess they didnt hear
My sacrfice was useless
My pleas fell on deaf ears
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery
I looked to the lord in heaven
But he must have looked away
My crying eyes repentant
Please send her love to light my day
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
Sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
Sold my soul to the devil
To the devil
Sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul
I sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
song performed by by Nazareth
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Your Light Farewell
You bid unwilling farewell so light,
Your smiles rushes this golden day;
Memory gallops in, in every sight.
You painted the clouds in whitish bright
as you faded through a silvery ray;
You bid unwilling farewell so light.
Soon winds will whisper in ivory night,
gentle rains will echo your laughter in a way
memory gallops in, in every sight.
Red must the roses be, but they turned white
on that day you choose in our hearts to stay;
You bid unwilling farewell so light.
You dwell here where the dawn takes its flight,
in the morning where sunrise burns to play
and - memory gallops in, in every sight.
The world fancied but then turns right;
The day you painted rainbows and smiled away
you bid unwilling farewell so light;
Then... (memory gallops in, in every sight)
poem by Roland Jr Jamito
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G3
outside it is wet.
inside is acrid.
at the inner side of things
deserts make more deserts
sands slip beneath our feet,
outside the rain sings
lots of denials,
hands imploring for more
acceptance
arms looking for an embrace
and the universe
spins some more
the threads of its messy
indifference.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If You Say An Evil Word
The sky will open a broken horizon
Spill the rain of wounded thoughts
The water will drawn itself
Flooded by unhappiness
If you think an evil thought
Everything in the universe will spill
The sand clocks of unhappy hours
The deserts will pile up the deserts
Into the graves burring themselves
Covered by wretchedness
So if you hear an evil thought
And can’t stand its pain
And can’t purify it in your heart
Just don’t say anything
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Desire Blooming On Air-Creeper Of Sleeplessness
Let me sleep
Centuries old deep
And long sleep
Devoid of any dream.
Let me sleep
That girl's sleep
Who has forgotten her eyes
Into mine.
Let me sleep
The sleep of those
In whose eyes
Float clouds and birds
Rivers flow
Yet they remain parched.
Let me sleep
O, deserts surrounding my four sides!
There is an ocean in my heart
Let me sink all my dreams in it
Let me soak my thirsty lips
Let me weep!
Let me sleep!
(Translated by Samina Amjad)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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The Challenge
All alone in this armidillo desert...?
One cactus and a makeshift dusty road-
The sweltering heat plays tricks on my eyes...
Enter: Mirages of vast mesas covered in Gold;
Oh the rites of the deserts drum beats out to me...
As i enter someones land through a 'rusty' 'iron' gate-
Lo and behold, i find a delapidated farmhouse empty...
And as if into a downward spiral-i approach my fate! ! !
I am descending from the top of the mesa...
My body is laced in the deserts sands veil-
Dressed in rag-tag camoflouge glittering...
Not accepting the challenge: Of Mice and Men, i fail! ;
For what is it that is so special of Mice and Men?
That deciphers the muck for the Winning Crown?
Is it who can out last another in 'Extreme Conditions? ? ? '
With no answer forthcoming-alas, 'tis the armidillo desert, i am bound;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Gateway
I can walk
Miles
Through ranges and deserts
Just to see you
Once in a lifetime.
I can climb
high
On mountains and hills
Just to be with you
Once in the whole lifetime.
I can swim
deep and broad
Through rivers and sea
Just to be besides you
Once in a life time
I can fly across the whole sky
Just to reach you
Once in this whole lifetime.
I can walk miles
I can climb high
I can swim deep and wide
I can even fly
But
just how can I touch the heart
The doors of which
You have so tightly locked from inside?
Just how can I reach your soul
You have so cleverly hidden from sight?
Just how can I ever connect to you
When all you want is to sever all ties?
poem by Anjali Kakati
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To the White Julienne
Again above thy fragile flowers
I bend, to bring their perfume nigh;
For only in the evening hours
Thy odors pass thy blossoms by;
But when the ministering day
Deserts thee with the warmth and light
That lulled thee, waking thou wilt pay
For these, in sweetness, to the night.
O flower of Marie Antoinette!
Ungrateful to the lavish day,
Refusing it thy fragrance, yet
Relenting in such generous way,
Perchance, like thee, while life was bright
Her soul no holy savour shed,
Yet scattered incense when grief's night
Wept dews of blood upon her head!
I bend, to bring thy perfume near,
Again, I cannot leave the spot;
Damp walls and prison gloom are here!
The beauties of the garden-plot
Are gone, save thee, White Julienne,
Fond-handled by the fated queen!
I hear her sigh above thee, then
The sentry's tread behind the screen!
poem by Mary Hannay Foott
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Back To My Childhood
My childhood was the best days I spent
With my besy mates and friends.
But when I turned back,
They had been the days of disappearance.
Where are all the mates,
I played with?
Where are all the laughs,
I laughed?
All the cares I have taken,
Have they vanished?
The whole world has changed
Without any signs of replacement.
The mountains have become deserts
The deserts have become plains
The plains have become,
The place of sadness
Where there is no sight of happiness.
So never look back in your childhood
The only remains
Will be the plains.
poem by Purna Vindhya
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Unbroken sunshine leads to deserts
Unbroken sunshine leads to deserts
And endless dunes across the soul
Yet the storms that blow from God above
Help make us whole, and that with love
For man will always take the path
Of least resistance to his flesh
He runs to pride and from the meek
To God confess, the humble seek
To walk with God is to walk through fire
And beds of coal beneath our feet
Through every mountain pass and valleys
And desert heat and darkened alleys
Unless the seed falls to the ground
And rain and storms have tilled the land
Then nothing grows and all is dead
No wheat shall stand, no one is fed
So embrace the storms and raging seas
And hail and snow and fallen trees
And fire and flood and rising tide
Will set you free, no more to hide
For if God is for me, I'll walk in peace
And His grace on me shall never cease
To mold and shape and create in me
The landscape that you now can see
poem by Frank McEleny
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My Sweet Bride
Come walk with me my sweet bride,
If need be along life's tempest side.
Through howling storms and fury's edge,
Against it's might I would be your strong hedge.
Come walk with me my sweet bride.
Through meadows far to beautiful to hide.
Where nature blankets every ripple and hill,
Will the glorious golden daffodil.
Come walk with me my sweet bride.
Hand in hand through life with pride.
You with the man of your heart.
And me with you, my work of art.
Come walk with me my sweet bride.
Where life's sand storms collide.
Across deserts where life dare not go.
With you in hand, this becomes gentle snow.
Come walk with me my sweet bride,
With love now matured we share a hearth-side.
With my strong arm around your slim waist.
We'll hold each other steady in a love chaste.
R. K. Hart 15/11/12
Razor Day
Tomorrow is the day
That for all is one of two
Chocolates or razors
But for me I'm unwilling to move
A valentine I may have
But unhappy is all I make her
Betrayal she feels day by day
For some reason there is no comfort
So I'll give up and stop the attempts
Start bleeding and drain it all out
My life force is no longer needed
And now emotion I will be forever without
Because if that is how it is
Then emotion is not needed to live
My soul will float dissolving away
Unwilling for my body to forgive
A razor-blade valentine
I give to you on this razor day
As the clouds block out the sunshine
And I have no other way
I can not feel my heart
Anymore than I care at all
I'm willing to give it all up
Now just watch me slip and fall
poem by Matt Burgett
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Bad Luck
I have to tell a story - about a man
Never in the mood - to change his life
Nobody wants to help him - as he spirals down
But one day the wrong decision - hit him overnight
No more cocktail parties - champagnes run dry
No company take-overs - stock markets high
No more hand-jobs in the boardroom - sex is history
And no saunas, no jacuzzis - the penalties youll reap
At last he realized - he did it wrong
Messed big time everywhere - double-dealing lies
Hes going down on his bad luck - his just deserts
Hes going down on his bad luck - what he deserved
His old man told him always - listen son
Its a two-way street to fortune - you gotta hit and run
Dont forget the mirror - look whos behind
And dont you come up crying - when its faster coming down
At last he realized - he did it wrong
Messed big time everywhere - double-dealing lies
Hes going down on his bad luck - his just deserts
Hes going down on his bad luck - what he deserved
Hes going down on his bad luck - its his time
Hes going down on his bad luck - cant rewind
Do you get the story - you know this man
Have you learned a lesson - do you understand
When all you got is crystal - you shouldnt cast a stone
So be careful when you go up - cause youll meet them coming down
Hes going down on his bad luck - his just deserts
Hes going down on his bad luck - what he deserved
Hes going down on his bad luck - its his time
Hes going down on his bad luck - cant rewind
song performed by by U. D. O.
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I was unwilling to - without getting too philosophical about it - I was unwilling to structure my spirituality in the way that the church wanted me to structure it.
quote by Peter Jurasik
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Loving You Always
I will climb this mountain
cross islands of despair,
crawl over barren deserts
until I reach your heart my dear.
Oh, how I want to draw
you to me and tell you
the way I feel. So many
troubles we have had.
No ocean is big enough to
keep me from you my dear,
or star so far away
for me to reach you.
Heaven only knows how much
love have I buried in my heart
for you my love. Your smile
will always bring sunshine
to my soul.
Desolate
Cornered in the raw and empty--
Desolation-deserts sand filled hand-
Blanket of alibaster granules-
Grainy reminders of the Mojave-most grand;
Thirst-parched-mouth dried-
Heat dehydrated-hallucination---
A mirage coiled with a bent palm--
An oasis? -No-just my imagination;
Camels carry cargo-lumping along-
Tired in their long hemp gowns-
Sweat mired upon their tired brow-
Ah-the desert-steeped in light browns;
It makes no friends of anyone--
But does take away ones very breath-
Crossing this Hell Hole of endless vacuity-
Too soon-brings about dried death;
May 17,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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