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YusufKudsi Jun 2019
In the middle of the desert lost and hopeless
I found my North star at my darkest moment
It gave me hope and showed me the way
I fell in love with a shining star
She was bright but faraway
Chris Saitta Jun 2019
The desert is not the grave of the sea.

The heaving reign of pharaohed seas,
Rule in bloodline of palm wine and embalming fluid of brine.
The tides are their mummified lips,
Whispering the coming forth of spells eternally to the sky.  
All goddesses, like shawled Isis, in lamentations of hair
And past-wept somnolence for Egypt,
Lie across the heart-bound murmur of waters
From their dead kings and the kingly divine, Amun-Ra,
Whose bird-starred eyes fill the canopic jar of the cosmos.

The sea is the grave of the desert.
“Palm wine” and spices were used to rinse out the abdomen of the remains.

The Egyptian Book of the Dead was a phrase coined in the 19th century.  A more literal translation is The Book of Coming Forth by Day or Spells for Going Forth by Day.

The heart was actually the only ***** left intact in the mummified dead. The other organs were kept in canopic jars though some were rebound and reinserted into the mummified remains.

For a slide video of this and other poems, please check out my Instagram page at chrissaitta or my Tumblr page at Chris-Saitta.
Bhill Jun 2019
A morning rainbow was on the horizon today
The desert was misting not too far away

The sun, as it does, was just coming up
Caught the mist with its beams with light un-corrupt

The colors were welcoming and oddly quite right
It's not often you see, such a sight in dawns light

It’s wonderful to see such vision with fresh eyes
It’s a reminder that life has ways to be wise

Take the sights and the sounds that make up your day
Be grateful, for the beauty, that's been put on display...

Brian Hill - 2019#137
Some mornings nature has ways of being inspiring right away...
This is todays vision!
Anastasia Jun 2019
fire in her lungs
dust in her mouth
keep going,
keep going
run
to the south

yellow
and tan
footprints
in the sand
her red
converse
leave
trails

an imperfect daughter
looking for water
disappointment
follows
each step.

sand in clothes
in her hair
twixt her toes
she runs
with her red converse.

will she ever come across
an oasis, lost
or will her bones
stay hidden,
in the sand.
N E Waters Jun 2019
I’m still the desert inside
         deep beat
        be still
rest in reason
deep life in the dry
          When I catch the breath of the storm
          I rise
Ride high on the wings of the wind
       my sky


I’m still the desert inside
Bhill May 2019
Raindrops in the desert, gives colorful life to the earth
Taking breath away, as colors, are in a constant rebirth

Showing you how water, can create a hidden spirit
Bringing out these vibrant treasures, that have been waiting, just to visit

Take it in when it happens, as it's not, the every day
Mother Earth likes to show off, when she really gets out to play...

Brian Hill - 2019#129
Inspired, again, by the desert bloom
Seeing the deserts colors explode has been life altering..
The colors on such crazy plants has been a blast to watch.
Bhill May 2019
Shuuuush, Can you hear it
Can you feel the silence here
The desert silence......

Brian Hill - 2010#128
Living in the desert inspires all ...!
Bhill May 2019
Oh, the moon is at it again
What, you ask
It’s hanging around in its lofty space
Its place in the sky above us
Above us gleaming in whiteness, with the desert sky being its playground
The whiteness is disrupting the dark desert sky with uncanny brilliance
Brilliance so vibrant, and, well, bright and full
Its fullness outshines all other objects near its path
All other heavenly partners take second place when the moon is in this phase

Ahhhhh, I love this place called the desert...

Brian Hill - 2019#123
Inspired by the moon....  Of course!
The desert sky never disappoints...
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