Mojave Poems - Poems about Mojave

incessant buzzing distant blur heat waves rising cracked lips croak, “water”. ...

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Miles and miles of nothing, sparsely vegetated with Joshua trees, desert wildflowers, ocotillo cactus. Not much to look at, but plenty of it to see....

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A white wash of striated clouds stretch expansively across the arid desert sky where Joshua trees commune lifting up crooked cactus-like arms towards the searing sun. Massive layers of brown boulders jut, forming endless sculptures hidden places where the ancients made their penitence with words swept away by unforgiving winds. Shadows shift under the arc of the sun where nervous roadrunners...

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my first trip to Nevada drove a car out of town destination Avi in the Mojave just the sound of it was music to my ears I remembered a movie I loved and that’s where it was set Mojave… Mojave… sign showing powwow underway what incredible luck the car had barely stopped I was out and gone drawn by the drumming afar making my way through the...

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Cradled in her mother’s starving belly Spawn of a fruitless tree in Death Valley With only hunger pangs to worship A step in any direction would be hardship Nourishing daily on the harshest inferno There isn’t a gruelling day she’s never known Her mother’s tears of sorrow vaporise Long before they can leave her blind eyes She’s a thirst in a drought...

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Psalm sixty-nine pondering what should have been, for their welfare.... Fell unto a curse ? The seventh sign, if there were such and these my eyes Colouratura, such sight they shall find ? Connecting dots while crossing These lines parallel, her world a scripture binds; this collaboration betwixt both Spirit be flesh blood from Ancient rivers, yet known...

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The old man lived out by the desert, selling postcards and gasoline, He sold road-maps and Navajo silver, and True West magazine. And under his Gabby Hays beard beat the heart of a dashing young man; With arthritic fingers he cleaned off my windshield…he once was a Dapper Dan. He said “Take care on the desert, carry plenty water...

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Her touch the warmed delicate Mojave breeze Whispering love through dulcet Agave blooms Her bronze skin a perfection of the desert spirit A hot gossamer breath that intoxicates my soul Lost in her embrace of the balmy deserts nights Drawing me to the comfort of a fiery paradise Her lips rapture angelic chords of the high mesa Singing in the deep and...

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