Category: Poetry

The Top Pampered Champs (Poetry)

3/21/2019

by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

“The Top Pampered Champs” is a silly poem based on a dream I had about a book review series with the same title.

March 20, 2019

In these hallowed spaces we celebrate the whimsical

In these eminent pages we recognize the nonsensical

With our ever darkening world we need more than ever

To recognize truly exceptional and wonderful endeavors

We call the best of the best our top pampered champs.

Their work carefully scrutinized under high powered Scrutinization Lamps

Our champion subjects range from the lost and untold stories of Zeus

To super silly songs and really just about anything by Dr Seuss

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Desertsong II (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

“Desertsong II” is a follow-up to another poem called “Desertsong.”

2018

When my cup runs dry
And the sun’s burning hot
When nothing’s left to try
And my mind begins to rot
I focused on what was wrong
But now I sing my desertsong
To remember the good I forgot

In failing at the telling
I came to realize what
Others were selling
I didn’t need that

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Sold of the Spirit (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

“Sold of the Spirit” is a poem that a blurb simply can’t adequately summarize.

6-13-2018

Suddenly felt so cold
I never felt less bold
Can no longer read
Decipher the letters
Because of the creased fold
No longer accepting

"Under consid'ration"
No more inspiration
From satellite stations
No longer consid'ring
All the plights of nations
Nor tales of conspiring

Life should be simpler now
Since I sold my soul, I'm
In between dimensions
Slip'd into afterlife
And incoherent dreams
To never again wake

Once considered useful
This unfavor'ble mind
Thinks up a new fable
Somewhat like a child
Plays below a table
With fantasies wild

Grow older I will not
As I play no longer
But as my foolish tales
Gain unfavor'ble labels
And my soul drains weaker
My pen grows mightier

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Lucky (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"Lucky" is a poem about being more lucky than good.

June 12, 2018

I'd rather be lucky than good
It doesn't matter if I'm missed
Or understood or the cool kid,
Never was, in the neighborhood

I'd rather be lucky than great
Or be made from concentrate
Instead I want something out of life
Worthy enough to celebrate

It's true, I have been so lucky
To have loved and then to have lost
Than never to have loved at all
But, yet, was it all worth the cost?

The sound of your voice captivates
Now, it still mystifies my heart
Once, I would picture heaven's gates
But, now I hear, they fall apart

In words, there's no proper rejoice
To reflect how I feel about
The sweet nectar of your past love
That once did bring me a fresh start...

Those years I spent taking the fall
But at least I know better now
I've found my calling after all
Now here I am to take a bow

My clumsy rhymes can't contain all
Of what I want to say to you
But you must agree that I've been
Much, much more lucky than good.

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Non-Judgmental (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"Non-Judgmental" is a poem about how people being judgmental can be quite detrimental, while hoping for people to be more non-judgmental.

6-10-18

Fear and judgment rain on my head
Like they're sharp deadly knives and blades
Try love and acceptance instead
Is there no love left to be made?

I'd love to think non-judgmental
But there's no profit to be had
Now I'm on the edge of mental
I may go crazy, go quite mad

No sense in living your life sad
No point to be so judgmental
If there's beauty left to be had
You just can't be so critical

Is there a true beauty above
Watching from a heaven of love?
No question, we're burning in hell
Let's try and be non-judgmental...

Even just for a spell

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A Rise From Near Certain Demise (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"A Rise From Near Certain Demise" is a poem about being at the bottom because of others keeping you down, but getting back up and proving your haters wrong.

6-10-2018

I sit and ponder
Your red evil eyes
Don't have to wonder
You plot my demise

Now it's no surprise
You want me no more
Yet I will still rise
Despite what's in store

Once I was full of self-doubt
I now fruitfully ponder
While you still wander about
In search of a new lover

Sure, keep your hatred coming
I won't be held back, you'll see
Slowly, surely becoming
What you swore I'd never be

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Consolation Prize (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"Consolation Prize" is a poem about a high maintenance lover who's probably not worth your time.

6-12-18

"I'm not gonna pay any high price
Not for a consolation prize!"

Don't you look scared now
Look me in the eyes
Tell me I'm lazy
I'm really no prize

You're gonna tell me
Work hard for my love!
Gonna play it straight
You're no turtle dove!

"I ain't gonna pay your high price
'Cause you're no consolation prize!"

High, high, maintenance
So, so, finely tuned
You're not worth my time
I'm no more amused

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Million of a Million (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"Million of a Million" is a poem about deeply missing someone extremely unique and special.

6-10-2018

A million years ago I said
The only thought inside my head
My heart bled as you turned away
This soul zombified, left me grey

You were one in a million
Million of a million
A billion souls could never
Hope to ever match you, oh no

Out of a trillion faces
You're the most unforgettable
And in all infinity, yeah
Nothing's more terrible, oh no

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The Poet (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

“The Poet” is a poem about, um, a poet?

6/12/18

The poem is my strength
This verse is my refuge
Sweet music salves my soul

Good tunes I can’t refuse
Yet my tongue's desert-dry
And won’t hit a sweet note

But the words never die
Melody lives on in
This broken, bleeding heart

The best poets never doubt
Their truths will make you cry

Whether it's in laughter
Or in sudden despair

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Stiletto (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

“Stiletto” is a poem about a girl who you better watch out for, because she may just stab you in the back...

6-12-18

You moved like a comet
Across a pitch black sky
Almost frozen in time
Gleaming so very bright
In the dark, absolute
Deep blue cold still of night

Stiletto, you thrust in
To my chest and stabbed
My ever slowing heart
The chill burst into me
New life even as I died
From heat of spil'd blood

“Stiletto, may I have
This last dance?”
I still asked.

Before you soon return
To your dark paradise
Of heartless, burning ice
Then you stabbed me in back

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Love, Interrupted (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

“Love, Interrupted” is a poem about love gone very wrong.

6/12/18

This interrupted love's
Just so unproductive
This love interrupted
So sweetly destructive

It's an eye for an eye
Our souls are bleeding out
Torn to shreds, you and I
Our blood is flowing south

No time to wait and sit
Enough senseless pouting
My lackluster lover
It's show time, my darling

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The A.M. (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"The A.M." is a poem about waking up in the morning to the same old uninspired routine.

6-12-18

Have you seen the sun
Peeking in between the clouds?
The mist's too heavy
The air's too heavy to breathe

It's the AM, right?
With double-feature nightmares
Without a last laugh
It feels more it's like midnight

There's no punchline here
In my situational
Comedy, the cast are jerks
I make a pittance

My un-inspired
Life's soundtrack drones on
Routine drags you down
Feels bare and repetitive

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1040am (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"1040am" is a poem about a gloomy Monday morning at the office.

6/12/18

Caramel coffee starts the day
Tobacco n' smoke rings on break
Meaningless banter is exchanged
On a gloomy Monday morning

He has a stomach full of grease
And a heart lacking affection
For all his fellows, the poor souls
Live only on coffee and cigs

Total lack of inspiration
No int'rest in conversation
He spills into solemn evenings
Without anything in his mind

Instead of poison tobacco
Could use a lil bit of small talk
But alas, there's no substitute
For creamy caramel coffee

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You Wonder What We're Coming To (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"You Wonder What We're Coming To" is a poem about the pervasiveness of sexuality in our society.

(11-6-07 / 6-10-18)

He once dated a girl
Made of perfect plastic
She was kind of dumb, yes
But the sex was fantastic

You wonder what we're coming to
A world of playboys and bunnies
Living in a house of twisted mirrors
Nobody who's who is really true

This life's a stage
The spotlights are blinding
Fake's all the rage
No truth are we finding

You wonder what we're coming to
Livin' in a society of tragic fools
Grinding people up like fast food
We're not long for totally screwed

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Unfinished Verses (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"Unfinished Verses" is a poem about wondering what to do with poetry that remains unfinished and the endless possibility that exists in pieces that aren’t yet complete.

6-10-18

Wondering over unfinished verses
Quite unsure of how to proceed
Dizzy beyond useful purposes
These strange words are all she can read

The conclusion's open-ended
She's already planted a seed
That will grow into something beautiful
Certainly the words are already plentiful

A binding reason for all that she writes
That is all which she really needs

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The Muse Never Seen (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"The Muse Never Seen"

6-10-18

This stranger
She is beautiful
Though you don't see
You'd recognize her
Walking down the street

You somehow can feel
Her presence, although
You have never met
For real, in the flesh
She is there with you

Embracing the best
That's inside of you
Bringing into light
The prettier things
Locked up in your mind

The muse never seen
Living without flesh
Mortal our bodies
Are in just themselves
Yet also vessels...

For beautiful souls

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O What Foolish Creatures of Dumb Habit Are We? (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

"O What Foolish Creatures of Dumb Habit Are We?" is a poem that was written as the prelude to a eulogy for a Communications class.

6-10-2018

O what foolish creatures
Of dumb habit are we?
In death, let there be passion
But never lost in tears!
For eventual death was
Never among his great fears
Let there be so much joy
As a soul passes on
To be among angels
With her long desired
For his mortal body
Was tired and worn
But now he has his cloud
To set and rest upon

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My Princess No Longer (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

"My Princess No Longer" is a poem about childhood love that didn’t last into adulthood.

6-11-18

You are no longer my princess
As I am no prince
Far from royal, anything but
I could still pretend

The backyard was our vast kingdom
In it, we stood tall
We were safe and invincible
Impervious from harm

But outside it, we stood apart
We weren't meant to be
With a sudden bitter farewell
I still am in shock

The two-seat swing was our escape
Our sanctuary
A holy pendulum above
The cold, cracked, hard ground

Suspending us both in the air
But you're now long gone
My heart's still on that two-seater
After all this time

It will never stop swinging
In the back of my mind
You're my princess no longer
I couldn't be your prince

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Moving Van (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"Moving Van" is a poem about a dear female friend moving away and apparently completely forgetting about you.

6-10-18

Don't tell me you're moving, my friend
Will it be just around the bend?
Will I ever see you again?

You need a better place to spread
Your grand and perfect angel wings?
But, don't tell me that it's the end!

It's all in growing up, you say
Why do you speak such piercing words?
People just pack and move away!

But the look in your soft brown eyes
Tells me that everything is wrong
Your so-called love was only lies

I watch you on that moving van
As you're tearing apart the bonds
That we once had so long as friends

Stripped away, my now lonely soul
With deep scars that will never mend
Guess you weren't ever my best friend

Your eyes burn evil in my night
Yet shine as red giants burn bright
A beautiful, horrible sight

Our voices, which once sang aloud
In perfect harmony, bright sound
I would hear angels all around

Now your voice screams out endlessly
Had no choice but to set you free
Ne'er meant to be my destiny

Said please call me, you didn't heed
I was one thing you didn't need
Left blown in the wind as a weed

Ran along on your freedom ride
'Long with your damn, corrupted pride
Can't take abandonment in stride

"So long, good riddance, I'm away
To be queen of heaven today"
That's what I'd thought you'd say that day

You took the best of me and ran
When you left coldly on that van
Your love lost made a bitter man

I'd long dream of you miles away
In your kingdom at work and play
But those hopeful thoughts wouldn't stay

All the good times, once sweet mem'ries
Castles in sand, temporary
None with your van, left all with me

Now they're long since melted away
I moved on too, but still today
I'll never forget that sad day

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Lying, In Wait (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"Lying, In Wait" is a short poem that has several different interpretations, but the most obvious is that it’s about someone in your life that suddenly turned into a creep.

6-10-18

Lying, I'm waiting for you
Then, whoa, you come like a blur
In the night, a soft shadow
Distorted, unfamiliar
With this all new strange shape
You have taken I don't think
I will know you anymore

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Empty Place (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"Empty Place" is a short poem about love lost suddenly or tragically.

(4/30/07 - 6/11/18)

A monument of great beauty
Holds forever true
Immortalized in the snapshot
Of your sweet face

Like cruel Fate you came to me
From the deep blue
With love so deep, I got lost in
Your strong embrace

Suddenly, you up and left me
In a daze lost
In this empty place, all this time
What came of you?

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Echoes (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"Echoes" is a free verse poem that considers how memories may just be echoes that are sometimes not worth remembering.

June 11, 2018

Can you, do you hear them?

In your dreams, do you hear?
The echoes
Of voices you once knew?

Walking through
Dull and faded landscapes
Populated by ghosts
Of persons you once loved

Are mem'ries just echoes?
Or do they still live on?

How much is worth keeping?
How much left forgotten?

Is it just passing time
Or do we just forget?
Either way,
The echoes still remain

Do you, can you hear them?

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Drowned By Mercy (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"Drowned By Mercy" is a “love” poem that sounds like it has a happy ending, but does it really?

(10-9-2007 / 6-10-2018)

There I stood, drowning in tears
Mired in pitiful trance
Then Mercy rained down on me
Suddenly, as she gave me
A sweet, warm, and tender glance
Why is it, she asked, why do
You torture yourself, my dear

Stop indulging in your fears!
I told her, it's all I've known
For all my long, lonely years
You look so lonely, she said
All too sad, she lamented
So, come join me in a dance?
Desperate for love, I accepted

While I didn't know quite how
To place my feet properly
Well, that didn't matter now
Mercy moved so flawlessly
And took the lead with a bow
I fell into her warm arms
Drowning in her perfect glow

Before I knew it was love
Mercy had already paralyzed
And drowned my aching sick heart
In her limitless beauty
And her endless, loving charms
To her bright blue eyes, all I could say
You're quite a cutie

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What is Destiny? (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"What is Destiny?" is a poem that ponders the meaning of Destiny itself.

6/22/2018

Destiny does not define
Who I am or who I'll be
It's born of my own making
That's what I'm led to believe
Pondering what's told to me
To be the absolute truth
So then I must ask myself

Who am I? What will I be?
Where is it that I belong?
All I know's where I came from
What am I supposed to do?
And then where could I end up?
Asked myself many questions
I really should just shut up

Life simply does not reveal
Why or how some things happen
Some things just simply can't be
There's no guessing Destiny
Things just happen as they do
Sometimes you must stop and see
The hard truth can set you free

Destiny meanders 'round
Often shrouded in darkness
Revealed only if and when
It's then far too late to change
Sad it's only in the last
Few moments and breaths we have
That we have answers at last

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We're Gonna Rock (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by Phoenix A. Desertsong, Staff Writer, Healer & Advocate

"We're Gonna Rock" is a lyrical poem about starting a rock and roll band that strives to be completely original while still being successful.

6-22-2018

We are gonna rock
We are gonna roll
We have got the sound
And we've got the soul
We'll come right out here
And sing how we feel
We are gonna rock
And we're gonna roll!

Yeah, keepin' it real!
We're not gonna steal
From the pop culture
Ain't falling victim
To failure's vulture
We've got our own way
Starting a new day

Revving it up, yeah
Revolution's the
Solution to fight
This disillusion
All we got is some
Old beat up guitars
Playing at the bars

They say if we made
A few changes here
They'd take us so far
But we just can't change
And we just don't care
We are who we are

Someday our albums
Will stock up the shelves
In the record stores
But we're no fame or
Petty fortune whores
We just love to play
And be who we are

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The Top Pampered Champs (Poetry)

Desertsong II (Poetry)

Sold of the Spirit (Poetry)

Lucky (Poetry)

Non-Judgmental (Poetry)

A Rise From Near Certain Demise (Poetry)

Consolation Prize (Poetry)

Million of a Million (Poetry)

The Poet (Poetry)

Stiletto (Poetry)

Love, Interrupted (Poetry)

The A.M. (Poetry)

1040am (Poetry)

You Wonder What We're Coming To (Poetry)

Unfinished Verses (Poetry)

The Muse Never Seen (Poetry)

O What Foolish Creatures of Dumb Habit Are We? (Poetry)

My Princess No Longer (Poetry)

Moving Van (Poetry)

Lying, In Wait (Poetry)

Empty Place (Poetry)

Echoes (Poetry)

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