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Exxon At the Edge of Arcadia

Strange signpost of circling destiny - an Exxon station,
perched at the crossroads of State Highway 95
and Farm to Market Road 1331.
Almost certainly without its own knowledge
serving as the gateway to Arcadia.

Where life may be older in the body, but boasts youth eternal
in the mind, heart, and soul.
Where power, prestige, and wealth all wither away
in the

Categories: arcadia, paradise,
Form: Free verse

Arcadia

cove of stark comfort
simplicity of forest
verbena-pine scent
I don’t care if i see stars
immersed in sylvan fancies

9/14/2020

Categories: arcadia, nature,
Form: Tanka

A Vanished Arcadia

blatantly passionate
           perfected bodily beauty
           attractiveness overcharged
           a rhapsody of

Categories: arcadia, lost, paradise,
Form: Verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Imagining Arcadia

Where is this peaceful utopia of infinite wonder
 I've heard much about? I've followed the call of echoes,
and I've searched far and long into the wilderness
I've looked through the haze of morning mist
and peeked through apertures pierced by sunlight

I've relied on the wind for directions, but they blew me 
every which way. I've searched the

Categories: arcadia, beauty, longing, mythology, peace,
Form: Epyllion

A Day In Arcadia

You leave the car at what was once, 
in old reality, a farm and where the
National Trust democratise so now not cows 
but parking motorists feel alarm.

Across a road are loos, ex milking parlours 
still with “stools” and piss 
as folk make moves to 

an archway leading to a long curved lane 
edged with a

Categories: arcadia, beach, beautiful,
Form: Verse

Et In Arcadia Ego

Oh, that's it, Keko. Pass through. Go ahead. 
Just walk across my books without a glance, 
with all that arrogant insousiance 
of yours, encoded in that languid tread. 

No, never mind that I've been up all night 
engrossed in them. What now? So why the pause? 
Ah, now I see. You might retract your claws

Categories: arcadia, death,
Form: Quatrain

Joan of Arcadia

Just a small village girl in such a big world
Feeding the animals in the quite fields
Smiling and singing, laughing too
Joan of Arcadia sang songs for you
A Leader, a Martyr, a Warrior and Saint
No military background a peasant girl quaint
Hearing God’s voice on the call for her life
A teenage girl drew sword by her side




She disguised

Categories: arcadia, adventure, history, spiritual,
Form: Light Verse

London City Aka Skater Arcadia

woke up to a full day but i can tell the sun's only come half bright
on the cemented pavements and shameless statements of the
buildings towering high.
lately pacing shadows of motion
with squeezing tight objectives
lay themselves amaze to stamper so sluggishly unexpected
and rest their bodies inside 
these big red rectangular double decker boxes
that commence to shudder along
with

Categories: arcadia, allusion, england, environment, girl,
Form: I do not know?

Ashes of Arcadia

Let go my ash on a windy day,
From a cliff near the edge of the sea.
Mingled forever with the friends I have loved,
For all time, now together . . now free.
 
And I promise we'll scatter both hither and yon,
In places you'd all like to be.
In patches of broom-moss on Arcadian shores;
In the midst of

Categories: arcadia, journey, ocean, sea, stars,
Form: Rhyme

Arcadia

Rigid around the edges
Behold blissful paradise
A spring not yet discovered
graceful earth divine

-MIRANDA LAMBERT-
1ST PLACE IN DODOITSU CONTEST 2/23/11

Categories: arcadia, fantasy, happiness, inspirational, nature,
Form: Dodoitsu

Arcadia Zone

In a place, In another time was where it all initiated
A bombed out place with mixed climatic systems, Reinstated
But moving on in this place gave me a cerebral pulsation
For within and outside these boundaries, I knew no realization

Was it entirely fictional in all its worth, Or was there sense to my thoughts
I knew paradises face

Categories: arcadia, fantasy
Form: I do not know?

It Isn'T Arcadia But It's Darker Than Hell

This is where death is the child and I it's Laborious hand holder

Jagged night, lean souls
blackened sight in the martyr moon
crooning crows and brazen ravens tear the skies through

Crooked grins and demon walkers make the evil hallow
and the meek surrender

Beads of fear saunter a stream's pace down my tired countenance
The weary die. Her voice bleeds

Categories: arcadia, adventure, art, confusion, death,
Form: Free verse

Et Ego Te In Arcadia Amavi

Crystal clear do I see that sunlit glade
Wherein our first act of love was made
Your quick,panting breaths heightened my ardour
As we embraced in our cosy,clinging arbour
When your soft lips melted into mine
As strong and  heady as a rich wine.
How lustrous was your ivory skin
As together we did tightly cling,
Your glorious   soft globes

Categories: arcadia, love, me, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme