Where I Want To Go...
I would like to see the world from every different angle:
Swim the underwater towns, forgotten through the ages;
Sail the seven seas, but steering clear of that Triangle,
Walk the lands of history and learn from noble sages;
Gather clay for pottery, alongside Great Lakes’ Batwa,
Dance the Horah, celebrating joyous matrimony;
Listen to the reasons for the learned mufti’s fatwa,
Anywhere I’m welcomed that’s devoid of sanctimony.
I’d run through fields of sunflowers, beneath a Tuscan sun,
In Croatian gardens, bathe, under many waterfalls;
Build an Alpine snowman, then hot chocolate and a bun;
On isolated sands of white, lovemaking, as night falls.
When I have seen all that I can on this great planet earth,
I’ll fly beyond the Milky Way in search of unknown mirth.
4th March 2017
Example for contest
Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2017
in darkest watches
of the night
like elvish sprites-
of children filled-
with summer rapture
a quest to capture
the purpling skies
and delighted cries
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2011
The joy of childhood, with endless laughter,
innocent games, finding life‘s delight
to enjoy the adventure thereafter
with wonders of new journeys to excite.
Sweet smile of a boy and a girl, modest
to share the secret dreams of fairytales.
In childhood innocence always honest
to feel joy, as a happy end entails.
No boundaries of happiness with plays,
carefree games, songs of joy, cheerful hap,
in times of sadness tenderness always
found in the comfort of a mothers lap.
Joy of childhood, forget not it’s sweetness,
Behold! The tenderness remains endless.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015
Moist jungle's steaming breath assaults my face
Molasses air I struggle to inhale
Your ruddy visage slowly drains to pale
Sharp cliff, black knife wound in the verdant space
Decrepit footbrige held up by mere grace
Each rope suspended taut by one sole nail
No time for turning back, it's move or fail
Their fever burns, thin lives that wane apace
We're down to you or me; I see I've lost
Your pallid tremors, so I walk on high
Death matters not, as all will share the cost
Without the cure, those that I love will die
Wood creaks as ropes strain, hands sweat, mind of frost
Firm terra I touch, sweet success is mine
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
Just beneath the throat is a hot porridge
the body knocks down but still operate
heat all over, jump into the nearest fridge
sight shivers in its domain so temperate
morning light is covered by one big ridge
aches and weariness don't want to separate
from the stomach to the mouth is a bridge
for a crazy out pour to generate
since last sweet night, the mind is in a flop
quick and short morbidity from its groove
sips and gulps in an interplay nonstop
require the next coffee to disapprove
long consciousness puts the being back on top
back to normal and Life is on the move.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
(my part six entry into the crown sonnet started by Debs)
Ahead the bear in sudden motion stands.
I want to turn and run, but this is not
my way; I grasp my knife in trembling hands.
This fight will be like none I’ve ever fought!
The beast is greatly wounded; I can tell
by how he weaves, and I must take his life!
His neck I’ll strike. I breathe in; then exhale. . .
With all my might, I lunge out with my knife.
My free wrist he has clawed, but I am good!
Again and then again, I thrust and thrust.
Blood gushes from him as I knew it would.
I willed his death, for in myself I trust.
His warmth I’ll take by scraping fur from skin.
I bow before the bear to honor him.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
When the time arrives for me to depart
from the sunlit harbors of the living.
Take me aboard a navy fighting ship
and carry me back again to the sea.
Order the boatswain to construct a skid
made of wood and painted with fresh white paint.
Build it to hold a gray weighted coffin
draped by Old Glory with her stars and stripes.
Cruise the coast of my beloved home Whidbey
until full abreast with Ebey’s Landing.
Muster the funeral party astern
Play taps and slide me into the blue drink.
Let the storm-flecked waves of the rolling sea
take this old sailor to his final peace.
Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2007
A kindred spirit halfway 'round the world
I can not see his face only his heart
His kind words and verses reveal his pearls
Exuding confidence and mind so sharp
Does he hoist his sail with wind in his face
And drop his anchor in quiet lagoons
Or keep wind to the rear as if to race
Send dreams up high like helium balloons
Does he smile and whistle returning home
Reconnecting to his past and old friends
Maybe stay in the present ne'er to roam
And live within and on no one depend
I think it would be nice to sit and talk
And to share some laughs on a friendly walk
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner (DT)
Pearls referring to pearls of wisdom in line 3
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
I'd love to buy a boat and sail the seas
Just loaf and let the string of life unwind
Drop anchor anytime or place I please
To visit every island I can find
I'd sail from cape to cape, from gulf to strait
Each bay and channel up and down each coast
My dog would be companion and first mate
Most likely, he'd be sleeping at his post
But every night we'd find a still lagoon
Perhaps we row ashore and build a fire
On first appearance, I'd harpoon the moon
And hold him hostage until we retired
A life at sea, beneath large wind filled sails
With peaceful friends, the dolphins, gulls and whales
February 21 2017
Where I Want To Go
sponsor: Nicola Byrne
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
As the men of the great sea carry me
Assuring them of safe travel on water
Courage and serenity are given free
Am restless anxiety adjuster
Feel so soft smooth as nestled in pocket
Look deeply into my pale blue colors
Ye men of wide sea who wear bluejacket
Those who my purpose are sure acceptors
How my healing powers strength your heart
Throat, spleen, immune system, mouth, ears, breating
Offering protection for journey chart
Constantly in your pocket safely abiding
Mental, emotional, physical
Aquamarine polished smooth possible alchemy
Written for Stoned Contest
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Contest had closed when posted
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
The moon plays at being the midnight sun
with abandon he struts across the sky
in such majesty it catches my eye
I bow in obeisance, my heart is won
Behind him come plunderous clouds of white
riders on horses with dust in their wake
racing steeds on a quest to overtake
the renegade moon in his selfish plight
Closing in for capture they poise their net
as the stars watch their proud King's demise
the clouds press on eager to seize the prize
and use the moon's light to their own benefit
The final bugle sounds, in hues of gold
The sun peeks up to watch it all unfold
Copyright © Erica Lewis | Year Posted 2009
The night emits a citronella scent
From tiki torches topped with living flame;
I swim in circles -- softly speak your name --
While starlight washes over us, content.
Cicadas still sing secrets to the trees
Like Summer's heartbeat throbbing in the dark --
While on a new adventure we embark,
Sped onward by a silent, gentle breeze.
Your kisses ripple slowly down my spine --
Your touch is strong and steady, like the tide --
Warm bodies wrapped in motion dip and glide --
You turn the turbid sea to fragrant wine.
The rising moon gives witness to my cries;
Tonight I drown within your ocean eyes.
Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock | Year Posted 2006
Beyond the breakers, dreamers hoist their sails
Lost in the clouds, on ships of make believe
A stowaway, escaping life's travails
Adventurer, Inventing hearts to thieve
Imagination wakes the inner child
A problem, is an island to explore
An argument, a king to be exiled
Where grown ups, for a moment are ignored
And yet we rarely ever take the time
To let the inner child come out to play
Or watch the clouds in silent pantomime
Act out our fantasies of childhood days
Beyond the breakers new horizons loom
Imagination is your child's playroom
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
Meeting Van Gogh…sonnet
the wheat-field, blond as a Volga German milk maid, heat
intense and in the shade of a demanding olive tree I saw
grumpy Van Gogh, glaring at me intruding on his painting.
“Sorry for the scooter it is electric blue and doesn’t fit in,
pretend it is a donkey free of its leather harness.”
The vines, deep green leaves and fertile soil, soon there
would be grapes, mostly dark cerulean, an army of wine
to come tempting souls into surrender… liquid pleasures;
and the narrow road snakes amongst fields like a black
mamba hunting grey rabbits in the meadow.
I have the afternoon sun in my eyes, a cooling breeze
on my back; and then I drive off the road fall amongst
thistle and thorns and the spell is broken, look around
but only Van Gogh witnessed my disgrace.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012
To dive into the world of the great barrier reef would be enough
assimilating into the tranquil environment somewhere in the Capricorn
looking below while leaping merrily from a bluff
Like a babe in earth's womb, I am reborn.
Like a dart thrown on a map, may it land in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco
Among the snow-capped peaks, I'd breathe the air of eagles, frozen in awe
Wind whistling with legato, birds beneath quietly chirping their song in pizzicato
I would like nothing more than to remain here in this place, a place to withdraw.
Before I bounced from this terrestrial ball I'd have to party in Spain
One last hurrah flying first class to Ibiza
One last adrenaline rush, amped with red bull, taunting bulls with eyes bloodstained
One last expression from this American, perhaps a spending spree with a visa.
When the night has come and I should travel no more
Take me back home and bury me in earth's floor
16th March 2017 -Where I Want to Go contest entry
Copyright © PoetPrentice Dupins | Year Posted 2017
We Sailed Across the Sea
I boarded, me the old Fairsea
We left England my wife and me
To sail towards those sunny shores
In land, I’d never seen before
In land of kangaroos I Live
This land it has so much to give
Me thinks it is a paradise
This place so warm, and sweet, and nice
I’ve been here now for fifty years
I left me mum behind in tears
But Aussie land has done me well
I love it, the whole world I tell
Oh, I would never turn my back
For Aussie land, it nothing lacks
7 December 2016
Copyright © Peter Duggan | Year Posted 2017
Monday morning slowly waking
Waking to a drizzly rain
Rain that comes down ever whispering
Whispering, time to wake again!
Again my mind’s ever churning
Churning with thoughts of the day
Day of poetry and yearning
Yearning for what I must say.
Say in words what I am feeling
Feeling in this early morn
Morn with my words ever forming
Forming… a new format born!
Born by chance I can’t deny
Deny ‘tis useless, I must try!
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016
A jiggling rush of energy
Wags along our messed-up stair
As Lullie huffs with a naughty glee,
To cause mayhem beyond compare!
My dachshund begs to play tag -game
With flopping of ears , this just disarms;
While dog’s trick to win is one big shame
She guards me dear from any harm.
Lullie sleeps often in my bed
Her belly twirling all around;
I wonder of mischief ahead
Till fingers trace a rounder mound.
Oh baby pups arrive, although
Lullie's mate, that I'll never know!
Shadow Hamilton's Pets
~ A true story ~
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014
I went to camp one year to feel so free
Not one of us got sick at all for sure
I went into the river to see and fish
But I was pushed into water so pure
Setup the tent to sleep the night away
With bites that itch kept up the night so sad
The next we thought an idea to try to sway
Insects that bit we net and killed so glad
We slept all night away till sun came up
The dew on tents a view I like for morning
We had a fire to warm water in cup
The drink was strong to wake us up with warning
The camp worker had said there was a fire
Among them all practiced putting it out
Bond fire was great to have this year campfire
We all was new to have much fun no doubt
Now home we go in weeks been gone delay
Running around forest so fun O.K.
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2015
A child was I in Space Odyssey awe
when rocketeers on lunar ascent shone;
In Sea of Tranquility my eyes saw
Ground Control to Major Tom...engines on!
New age Columbus kings voyage and realm
in ships on alien frontiers stranded;
new worlds beyond and Earth men at the helm
till three...two...one..."the Eagle has landed".
Mission to scout astral planes in deep space
led Command Module on orbiting stay,
leaving flag and footprint in human trace
on re-entry splashdown on the eighth day.
In your tin can you rode the sonic boom
to the stars on the dark side of the moon.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
Imagine sitting in the sand at the beach,
The sand between your toes and just close
enough where the water can reach.
The sand is wet and a little cold,
You look out at the clear blue sky you see the
sun shining like a piece of gold.
You see dolphins jumping in the distance,
Glad that they're apart of existence.
You see a flock of seagulls soar,
You lay back and close your eyes listening to
the waves crashing onto the shore.
Smelling the salty water and the sun hitting
The warm and comfort you feel within.
You hear kids as they laugh and play,
Smiling because today was a great day.
May 04, 2014
~ The One and Only~
Copyright © Pamela Bland | Year Posted 2014
The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking,
breath now visible, I quicken my pace,
dusk has fallen, nature is now talking,
autumn's chill causes my heart to race.
My eyes scan dense forest from left to right,
I stop, gain my footing in the thicket,
only branch and crimson leaves in my sight,
owls call out, and prey upon the cricket.
Voices seem to speak from the babbling brook,
cold stones, worn smooth, waters of countless days,
eyes are everywhere, yet nowhere I look,
something is near, I cannot get away.
Struggling, my arrow kept at the ready,
my once stealthy hand, is now unsteady.
This was my original entry for Debbie Guzzi's contest - "A Crown of Sonnets"
(This is also the first sonnet that I had ever written.)
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
At some point, my legs begin to converse
of time spent on the trail, rest now needed,
For like a horse's labors exceeded,
the strength mere food and water can't traverse
Beyond exhaustion, repose will reverse
Thus respite, backpack set down and relieved
of duties, containing my home achieved,
until such time as rested legs endorse
my return to trails, and onward I go;
Traveling far Appalachia’s way,
witness to wonders and all living things,
in far towns and altitude, well below,
where nature’s flora and colors bouquet;
To motivate legs that have become wings.
Written: April 25, 2014
for Craig Cornish's Miltonic Sonnet Contest
Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014
The Pirate and the Sea
Come sail to sea with me
Let me show ye how it’s done
Sailing that is, I’m not the only one
Let’s go sailing on the sea
Many a storm, thar will be
But yer life has just begun
Look up and see the shining sun
Did you hear that loud boom?
Just listen’ ta them thar drums
Tonight they be drinking rum
As pirates we’ll have a blast
Ye’ll be dying whilst yer young
Ship’s a sinking fast
Life at sea really be such fun
Copyright © Linda Barr | Year Posted 2012
The trains of old, were dubbed the “iron horse”;
newer trains were known as, “bullets”, of course.
Flying past with the speed of light;
they cross the world, both day and night.
Once coal and steam propelled these beasts;
today the beasts are fast, but weak.
Of tin and vinyl, these are made;
of fiberglass and plastic panes.
With electricity, they are now, propelled;
nevertheless, they do not run as well.
No personality, have these new trains;
they’re not pretty; just quite plain.
If only man could see the facts;
He’d not hesitate, to bring, the old trains back.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
The Great Outdoors
The great outdoors is a place filled with many fuzzy critters.
Yes, sometimes when I swim in the cold morning the water gives me the jitters.
I love the great outdoors, the great red wood trees wave at one another.
They wave at each other, as if they were family; maybe they knew each other.
Green patches of grass surround the log cabin that I occupy in the summer.
My pole casts away in a quick and timely matter, but of course, what a bummer
My prize and trophy fish got away from me in this white crappie infested water.
I guess the next thing for me to do is to dock this boat that rocks like a teeter-totter.
The summer time is the best time to be alive around the fourth of July.
Staying up all night into the morning looking up to see the night-lights of the sky.
As you grow older, you learn too appreciate the smells and sounds summer brings.
Enjoy the little things, like moss floating on the creeks, and even bumblebee stings.
Hamburgers and hot dogs, potatoes and gravy and don’t forget dessert.
This is the smell, sounds, and memories that are made in the great outdoors spurt.
Copyright © Trent Turney | Year Posted 2015
For years I’ve lived with being a soixante-huiter
Although my wardrobe’s more fastidious and neater
Those heady days are not beyond recall
The nights and days when we first did it all
But sober work and ethics have combined
To make a settled bed my truest mind
And catalogues and dictionaries my woe
To understand what happened long ago
Far flung days have their own allurement
But nothing beats the logic of procurement
And adventitious loves have gone the way
Of all youth, to say it’s had its day
I daren’t even call myself a woman sweeter -
Past perfect indiscretions tend to tweet her.
Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2015
I revel in the falling leaves
their fluttering flight to ground
I listen to the falling leaves
hear their pitter-patter sound.
Oh see, the ruby red, the pale gold,
the omnipresent sable brown.
Look, see the shivering birch let loose...
add their colors all around.
What glory's found, as form takes flight
each transformed, re-formed, astounds,
May we detach with such serene grace
when our earthly life's unbound.
Oh, listen to the falling leaves
see them rest, upon the breast of ground.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
It's time to book a holiday
Where we'll go I cannot say
A beach resort, or bush retreat
Maybe a chalet cosy, sweet
Maybe somewhere across the seas
In Bali they tell me "life's a breeze"
Somewhere I haven't been before
Same, same, it can be a bore
Now I know, I have a plan
Perhaps I'll take a pin in hand
Stick it somewhere on a map
This could do the trick may haps
But I want to go somewhere
Just anywhere I just don't care
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015
Starry night, Star bright shine your light!
It’s a lost world traveling at a rapid speed.
Oh guide me and teach me to properly lead.
For I am down here where nothing is right!
Send me a wind to take my flight,
And let them all take heed!
I am the deepest seed.
For I stand in all my might.
Let the Sun shine down on me.
Let the rains walk away.
Set my eyes where they can see.
For I am day by day!
As the world spins around and around,
I shall be found standing on top of Common Ground!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010