I honour the taking of salty grains of you / Its dry lake outback crunch, drought barren coastal grit, Sodomite sting
There is great freedom in detachment. When I chose to allow something to bind me to it I become it’s prisoner. I have often marveled at t…
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your face makes me wish I could punch it
I was with him in the desert, / I was 12 / He was ageless / Me and my mother traveled with him / We were fighting once again, / The tribes fou…
This is an inspired piece from the works of Ibrahim Al-Neaimi I feel so much for this piece as I have had my time in the desert and learned to love it and sometimes despise it.. I feel this man is a King and in a way the desert that is my heart needs a guardian that is wise and strong and cool as a cucumber..Oh and funny too.. I want to begin a book with him as my central character and it is in my top 3 to be completed as the spirit guides me..
—he found his wife with potato in one hand, peeler in the other, ... His two kids were crying their eyes out…
As he watched his mobile home roof, then the walls come away, he had only one thought in his mind, and it wasn’t for his family’s safety and security. No, he had a greater love, and it had blown away in the storm.
I met a withered desert man / Who asked me for my hardened soul
*we strayed a few blocks in the wrong direction and became hopelessly lost / the time spoke in a brusque tone / do we got the drift of what…
It is like crossing the belly of the earth / It seduces you to stroke it’s silken curves / Lay the palm of your hand on the gentile flat
A bubbler I have been watching for ages now posted this work and I was seduced into this poem :O) / Please take a look at the amazing art of oastudios Enjoy! :O)
who guided us to kindness…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
opening as I am / as I do, as I must / with every thrust / my hard hearted ways to your black autumn lust
This is third installment of my Storm series. The first can be found here and second can be found here I almost always remember my dreams. Sometimes they are bizarre, sometimes full of horror, or sometimes crazy erotic. But always, almost always they are so vivid it can take awhile upon wakening to shake them off. This was one such dream…so lucid and visceral and real. I woke up with such an ache in my groin I cannot tell you. Sucks to be single sometimes. Anyhow…I hope you enjoy.
Now I feel at home in the Desert…..... / My Gila River Valley got a feature in Arizona Group / ”!http://images-2.redbubble.net/img/art/cr…
From afar you beckoned to me / Like a cool fertile oasis in the scorching desert, / how I longed to taste your liquid coolness on my tongue…
Well you know what Karma is right? / *_The total effect of a person’s actions and conduct during the successive phases of the person’s…
...the Atacama excels in its primordial beauty…
My first monthly contribution to the Nature Photography Online Magazine group. A short guide to some of the fantastic places to visit.
then she took the loaded gun / she tried to forget / and fired at the past shot the centre of it’s heart
When memory isn’t held accountable / when memory forgets to buy bullets
I feel like her / the other, / within / dust of orange sighs streak my soul / skies are drawing the truth toward my / infinite playground / and…
Inspired from the work of Lindan Ridpath her amazing work is so full of light. Here is the inspired work Untitled / Thank You Linda! /
For the 4wd adventure traveler the Hay River is a remote wilderness area to explore in the Northern Territory Australia and relatively un…
This is a dream without wings, / multi-layered contingencies / piled up, / riled up / at my alter ego’s / Other. It sees me. / _It said …
*written after a VERY intense, vivid dream I had at 2-3 am a few days ago in which everyone died but me, by a carpet bomb; only to find I was not alone after-all, an entity was always watching me. I see you, it said as I wrote…I’m watching you…yikes. Scary dreams are scary. lol / I wrote this st 2 am, half awake, and this is it with very little editing, lest for a word or two. crazy.
A hummingbird flew / Caught before it found the nest / My love he reads me / Like musical wild flowers / Words engraved in a glass book He…
Tanka with prose. I just love writing this way. I hope you enjoy this love poem with prose. x
The sun like a child
Poem
he walks amongst us / conquering innocent hearts.
another night will soon pass by..
Tumbleweeds. Sun. High noon. 12 paces ahead / behind / and every dirty step is multiplied / to the severed tune / of a poet’s heart….
me and my pen…at the O.K corral. just a vision I had an ran with it. lol copyright:MCN: CRFJR-YTFS1-D9PXN
To have proudly called you mine / Crushed red on passions heart pages / I kneel in grief for your passing / You are indelibly and forever wi…
I dedicate this poem to Sally Omar. x
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