Poetry: NatUUr and Fox Blood by Anthony Desmond

Poetry: NatUUr and Fox Blood by Anthony Desmond

Poetry by Anthony Desmond.

Yareah magazine next issue is going to be titled Nature. Today, enjoy two new poems by Anthony Desmond. A deep strong personal vision of Mankind and Nature.

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Wisdom & revelation

Courage & hunger

Rest & enjoyment

Determination & monster

Fell from head as I walked

On the brightly lit platform

Looking down

No no no

I can’t look ahead

I’m scared of NatUUr

But I keep from buckling at the knees

And move my feet

Bravery was removed from me

And in place

Big guns in each palm

Like grenades

They could explode at one slip of thy finger

Heavily drinking

My vision is blurred

Hell’s down underground

That’s absurd

Bills flying through the air

Paper worth nothing falls from big chair

I took a seat

I raced to get those four legs

Below my sacred body

Like praising the devil

As if I’m in the illuminati

(Drunken soul of a sober being)

Dazed & confused

I can’t tell what I’m seeing

Mind is through the woods

Probably off flying with the birds

The greatest verse I’ve ever heard

Raising a cloud to the height of the sun

I cut off my own hand

to prevent the next untold story

The chosen one is keeping my peace

My danger is done

Walking off track

Regaining my temperature



Fox Blood

Like a straight razor to a man’s beard

The wise sayings of Sam Yorkdale’s Oak Tree

Was cut from the roots

Sawed in half

And every little thing that made it unique was gone

Now a carbon copy of what was thought of as happy

“Its leaves don’t shine no mo”

“You took its gold soaked wood from me”

Said Sam Yorkdale

Golden Oak was nothing but a house for fools

Like a slave it was bought for rich

And treated like dog shit

Cocaine powdered the air

Where flies & squirrels rest

Dogs piss at the feet of a God

While pages turn in history

Like an apple that never falls too far

From the father tree

I wish I’d have seen Sam Yorkdale

The scent of man’s want

Like a hungry wealthy bastard

The scent of man’s need

Like a widow at her partner’s knees

© Anthony Desmond. All Rights Reserved

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Anthony Desmond is a twenty year old Detroit born published poet/writer now residing in Center Line, Michigan. Raised and homeschooled by his mother, he first discovered a gift for writing at the age of sixteen. He firmly believes he is but a vessel for a higher power who shares this selfsame passion for the written word. Intrigued by affliction & sadness, he explores these emotions across a wide array of subject areas; politics, death, the hypocrisy of religion & the struggles of everyday life. His bold statement pieces are often dark, granular observations of the world he inhabits. Anthony believes in testing the limits of the permissible. He is loathe to hold back on a thought or feeling, even at the risk of offending his reader. His poetry is honest, unadulterated and breaches the norms of the expected. Desmond's poetry can be found in online magazines, books, (print & kindle editions) and on his own blog He Twitters at @iamEPanthony

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