Best Acadia Poems
C’mon up the porch ‘n sit a spell.
Pull up a chayah ‘n give your dogs a rest.
Wanna beeyah (some call it beer)? Mountain Dew?
Lemme tell ya why I find Maine is the best.
Showah, we drop our r’s and add some too,
and we don’t ansah questions, we tell stories.
We don’t always have much, but take pride in ours,
and, like most, we go to bed with our own worries.
We pahk our cahs, we drink our beeyah,
our accent can make us sound adorable and slow.
We work very haahd, and we play haahd, too
and we laugh at the world because we do know.
We are varied, we are mixed, we come from all over.
Our towns reflect our heritage from Stockholm to Belfast.
There’s London, Sweden, China, Mexico. Norway, Moscow.
Athens, Naples, Paris, Peru … an olio of tolerance to ever last.
Our state is beautiful and you flock to it in droves,
for the foliage, the coast, Ba-Ha-Ba and so much more.
Katahdin is our highest climb and Acadia is on the coast.
And, including mud season, we have more seasons than four.
Ayuh, Maine is great, in my point of view, for I’ve seen them all
and I found each is unique in its own way.
Maine is beautiful. It is slow, it is peaceful; the way life should be.
Finish your drink? Hope you have a great day.
Categories:
acadia, funny, people, places
Form:
Rhyme
She had me at hello...
she had me at hello...
Sarah sweet Sorceress
lovely Juliet
kind Belle
gentle Acadia
alluring Felicity
longing Adryanna
She had me at hello...
Like a flower
I wavered, my petals to the left
for my tongue lost control
and my mouth couldn't hold onto it
I wavered, my petals to the right
for my iris' were replaced with tiny hearts
and all I could see was future love
She had me at hello...
Like a bird
I serenaded till my heart gave out
Like a bird
I swooned
like the desperate man I am
I did everything I could to prove I was fit for them
I did everything I could to prove...
She had me at hello...
Every experience was different
every outcome ended up the same
more or less
She had me at hello...
I was captivated
I was kept under a shroud of blindness
I was blind to everyone but her
I was blind to everything except her
I thought nothing was real
except my heart beating out of my chest
once I saw those eyes
except my heart beating out of my chest
once I saw that smile
except my heart beating out of my chest
once I heard that honey coated laugh
She had me at hello...
ironic now that I have them at good night...
The sun has set on our times
the sun has fallen asleep for the day
just good night
Good night is to tomorrow
as goodbye is to forever
My lack of will power
makes goodbye a hollow promise
so I say good night
at morning's fright
so I say good night
in hopes to say
you always took my breath away...
She had me at hello...
Sarah the Sorceress, my hollow victory
Juliet, my rising tide of complex emotions
Belle, my life three years away
Acadia, my distant all too forgotten memory
Felicity, my persistent tempting tulip
Adryanna, my silent rose in a field of thorns
She had me at hello...
She had me at hello...
Categories:
acadia, beautiful, hello, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Forbidden, a remake of a 17th century love story
Forbidden, a contagion unstable or a light merry fable
Forbidden like cookies when we were developing, delicate little giants
Forbidden...ask the girl with the emerald eyes, with the forest eyes
tie a rope to the waist just in case
for if you look too close, you would lose your way
How, why, when, what, where; all unanswered questions, oh well
The thrill is in the pondering, the moment, the wonder
the reason why my baited eyes glance her way in a sense of confusion
A silent silhouette I sit studying her stature, her being
every time I feel I have a mastery of knowing
who the girl with the red hair
matched by the fiery passion within her beating heart
she sheds her skin another inch
and I finally realize...I know nothing, defeated in strategy, in knowledge
The saying goes 'ignorance is bliss' but is it just
What if the bliss of ignorance is the aroma of a fresh baked apple pie
the very steam creating an imaginative, beckoning, wagging finger calling
only to know after a bite a little too late, the pie had been tainted
Wouldn't it be better to know beforehand...
All I know, there is something more than her flamboyant smile
magnetically pulling me in her direction
I feel like I'm trapped in a flashback to when I was nine
struggling to uncover feelings for the first
A collision course has been set towards the setting sun
the setting sun of oblivion
my world turned upside down like an hourglass
a horizon of a new dream
What to call her
Acadia, no, Acadia is gone
Angela? No, no
Scarlett...Scarlett Jade...
Scarlett Jade
Categories:
acadia, crush,
Form:
Free verse
Bar Harbor
Bah Habah is how they say it in Maine.
The cool summer breezes wash over the town.
Sailboats ride at rest waiting patiently at their moorings.
Lobstah fishermen load their traps, hoping for a prize haul.
Ospreys and seals vie for the best fish.
Acadia National Park beckons bikers and hikers.
Icy waters from the Labrador Current will chill the body,
The view from Cadillac Mountain will thrill the soul.
Tourists feast on the fresh sea harvest, followed by Indian pudding.
Ahh, Bah Habah in the summah!!!
Categories:
acadia, travel,
Form:
List
'I love you'
Should it be said, or like an army, should it halt and await command
Her beauty calls like an alluring, singing siren
the words threaten to grow a body
and separate from skin, part from voice
Never has a phrase contained unbelievable promise
accompanied by an overwhelming, devastating backlash
Nevertheless, she's the light drifting on the edge to call me back home
she's the sun never to set
her presence signifies a harmonious choir singing joyously
Her colorful, loving eyes plead for a knight in shining armor to come
to relieve the torturous heartache she has endured in the span of two years
Negativity has been her best friend all her life
a neglectful mother whispers lies
speaking as if she has the right to chastise
but Acadia
Acadia, she is a strong willed beautiful young woman
Acadia, Acadia
an infatuation unmeasured, a tempting temptress worthy of so much
'I love you'
Should it be said, or like an army, should it await command
Categories:
acadia, crush,
Form:
Free verse
Two who are one together in love,
On a carriage road in the woods of Maine.
The day was filled with sunshine,
The air was cool and sweet.
It was a fine, wondrous spring day in Maine,
On an old carriage road
That wound through the woods of Acadia in the shadow of Cadillac,
As strong and enduring as the love of the two on it.
Two who had come to be together,
Sharing their joy and love with nature and each other.
Strolling slowly and deliberately,
Talking, laughing, remembering…
Enjoying each and every minute together,
In such beauty and wonder.
The old road wound up and ‘round,
The birds were singing and so were their hearts.
Colorful flowers were blooming like their love for each other.
Great trees were budding like the romance they shared.
And the insects were buzzing a happy tune – and biting too!
At a waterfall they stopped to kiss and watch, hand in hand,
Glistening water cascading over time worn rocks,
An endless stream like their love and life together,
Flowing softly, dancing blissfully onward into the future forever.
Lite as the cool spring air, they walked on side by side,
Winding up and ‘round through woods tall and green,
Over content little bridges and small streams gurgling, “Welcome”,
Past radiant flowers waving, “Hello” in the breeze.
Then ‘round a bend they went, arm in arm,
The old carriage road wound down and ‘round,
The wind whispered a quiet, “Goodbye, see you again sometime.”
They had come to the end of their little adventure,
But only on one carriage road.
There will be many other roads to share,
Just as sweet, exciting and wonderful,
As they travel together on their journey as husband and wife.
Their live together will always be,
As special, beautiful and full of love,
As their stroll one spring day,
In the woods of Maine,
Together, on a carriage road.
Categories:
acadia, adventure, allusion, analogy, journey,
Form:
Free verse
`````````````````````` Wild Flowers
Lupines stand tall in bloom
so fat as they fill with seed
welcome invader
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Should these iconic plants be allowed to live in
a different environment?
Invasive species can pose a threat .....
....... Acadia National Park , Bar Harbor , Maine
Categories:
acadia, adventure, allegory, allusion, america,
Form:
Haiku
Why did I bother
How could I falter
I thought I was ready
I thought I was able
but I lied to me
I lied to all of you
How could I really believe
she would be everything to me
And how could she
up and leave me
after everything she told me
Well, there's not much to do
not much to say
I don't know how it all fell apart
so fast, too short, so long
Goodbye, good riddance my nuisance
Forgiveness, forgive me
Let me explain
Acadia, Acadia is a fake
Acadia, her real name is Emily
and I told a lie
I thought I should have told her I loved her
now I realize
I should have never met her
She's liar with soft eyes
a liar with a honeyed tongue
a liar, a liar
She whispered nothing but sweet things to me
She needed and asked me to be her comfort
She always came to me in her time of need
when her castle walls came crumbling down
when her tears filled her stormy eyes
from all those harsh nights
and all from harsh fights alike
I was there
I was there
And I thought I had it...under control
And I thought everything was finally..right
or just enough to make that feeling...just
I thought everything she told me...'I love you'
I thought everything she said...was true
and even when I found out the truth
I built her a house on the hill of innocence
cause I had to deny
deny with full satisfaction
that she didn't say 'I love you' one day
and disappeared for a cursed 3 more
Again that cursed 3
please tell me why do you hate me....
Emily...
oh Emily...
Dear Emily...
Would it have brought you back in April
if I would've said it to your face...
'I love you'...
Do I really want to know...
Goodbye, good riddance my nuisance
Goodbye, so fast, so long
Emily...
Categories:
acadia, anger, betrayal, break up,
Form:
Free verse
Entered politics on the Braille Ticket
agitating for better municipal lighting
for the long suffering curbside hookers
and their various pimp coerced implants
his telephone rang only at meals
the lives of the connected are not easy
for reasons to be discussed only at gunpoint
in the ancient realms of the permeable secret
he possessed a self righteous fury
attributable to a life of open confession
a sentence that hit the front pages
such as they were after the Great Calamity
of lackluster performance
on all the matters that count
a signal rhapsody of peril for all involved
which initiated the justification of peril
set adrift on a sea of incalculable precociousness
twiddling the knobs and their dancing dials
while we all chorus what is the actual position
location detectors being precisely what we are
Acadia's colorless campaign requiring rescue
by the Royal Regiment of the Holy Shard
bent men of the shell corporation one and all
though they'd cudgel your kidneys
if you said same somewhat seriously
at a full gallop through the picnic grounds
trampling entire civilizations of busy ants
a few who were saved by the Ant Farm Initiative
and released to the wild centuries later
when gene science had advanced to the point
that the aristocracy were born with six fingers
adroit at carnival tricks and card shuffling
which drew increasingly smaller crowds
over the weeks and months and years
for which the Ministry of the Damned
had scant prospect of an answer
concluding our current inevitability
the best informed win
Categories:
acadia, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
What has astounded us most this road trip…what amazes us more and more
Is how every day we’ve been surprised by something we’ve never seen before.
It could come from any place…any what, when, where or who…
but every day we’ve been blessed to see something brand new.
Today we journeyed to the Jordan Pond Restaurant in Acadia National Park .
We were told their popovers are some of the best in all he nation
What we weren’t told, however, was…we needed a reservation.
No reservations meant no popovers…so how did we respond
we took a walk enjoying the beauty that surrounded Jordan Pond.
The beauty of the crystal clear pond, paired with a village of mushrooms
and the greenest, softest moss beneath our feet
helped us quickly to forget the popovers we didn’t eat.
We visited Sand Beach where on the sand surrounded by cliffs
we allowed the Atlantic Ocean to caress our feet….
just as we did on Rialto Beach with the Pacific Ocean
making this coast to coast circle complete.
Since we didn’t get to eat our popovers and we walked 4 miles
around the pond and on the Ocean Path along the shore
we treated ourselves to another Whoopoie Pie…this time the flavor was s’more.
We were in Acadia 12 years ago…so some of these things we’ve done before
but we’ve never touched two oceans in 47 days, or ate a Whoopie Pie S’more.
We never saw a mushroom village or moss so abundant and green beneath our feet
and we never thought losing out on a popover wold ever be so sweet.
I guess when you stop and think about it…every day we’re alive is like a prize
filled with chances to be amazed…filled with moments of surprise…
Because every day we walk along the shore or eat a Whoopie Pie s’more
we’re not the exact same person we were the day before.
How wonderful would it be if we were all astonished more and more?
If every day we were surprised by something we’ve never seen before?
It could come from any place…any what, when, where or who..
If everyday we were blessed to feel…as well as see something brand new.
Categories:
acadia, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
Snake’s head, pitcher plant, Lady’s slipper orchid, and the corpse flower
Four of the strangest flowers, but not the contender for queen of the rare.
That honor belongs to Middlesmist Red.
She exists in only two places in the world.
Which one is the insect swarm commander?
That would be the Bullhom Acadia.
And the most deadly? Angel’s Trumpet, a member of the nightshade family.
She is a shrub and bears beautiful poisonous flowers in a variety of colors.
How do you turn roses black again? Put them into a vase of water with ink.
Is there a flower that smells like death?
Yes. The corpse flower in Loxahatchee.
I thought there was another death flower.
You are correct, the chrysanthemum.
Since ancient times she has been equated with the concept of death.
In Asia, the chrysanthemum also represents any good-bye.
Is there a happiness flower?
This would be the pink rose, which also shows love.
Are flowers like gemstones then, do they have properties? Are they symbols?
Yes. White lilacs symbolize purity and innocence. Purple lilac means first love.
Lily of the Valley symbolizes rebirth and humility; it is equated with religion.
Watch out for the Bleeding Heart; it can mean spurned love, or rejection.
The more I learn about the language of flowers, the more I want to learn.
Categories:
acadia, flower,
Form:
Free verse
The crisp coolness of Autumn inhabits my birthday.
Candy corn and pumpkins have sprung up.
The cell phone rings off the hook —
well at least while I was working.
Suitcases have been swept clean
as indelible leaves of Maple red
find their resting spots in my mind,
along with the whole Acadia forest of pine.
Fair kisses left on a business trip to Boston.
My heart is tendered as a luggage tag.
I hold on fast to the heel of forget-me-not togetherness.
My coworker plays, “Do you feel younger?”
Like no. Next year
is a tantamount birthday —
I don’t share that.
But the icing on the cake makes for a delicious life.
10/7/2019
Categories:
acadia, birthday,
Form:
Free verse
mancanza di comprensione
By Bassoonio De Musica
and Tempoia Del Cantio
"The words came from behind
the Acadia Wall"
Beleiving in spirture she refused to
speak her desire to marry
she saw her lover more as a person
in need of love and lacked a desire
to feel as his savior
She didn't like referencing there
relationship to something romantic
due to his inability to "whoo" her with
lavish gifts
that would be keepsakes and foundations
just in the event of something untimely happening
it suited there need to belong to
one another
if he was wise enough to make her pregnant
it would seem more natural to be with him.
If until then she would stew the berries of the farm
and sip the wines of the vineyards until
he saw the tomorrows
through the eyes of there togetherness.
They went to Rome for Holy Week.
To see romance during such an
religous time. There were two
places in the city
were lovers would go and stand at the
wooden wall in the back of the resturant while
music would play
people would pass notes throught the slots
and when they were near the
area of the wall with holes dilled into
a circle
the person behind the wall would
read to the person
something he or she needed to know about there
relationship.
this couple would employ the services of
these people
only so the male in this situation
could understand the needs of
his woman. She said he lacked the knowledge
of being a strong man due to his
financial inability to make lavish gifting.
The room is called the "Boudere Romantio" or
O camera circulara alba or what is used
here "Stanza del Traduttore"
Were a Romain would go to translate his
foreign wives words using
the annuity of the church they read from
behind the wall
to remain anonymous.
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Organs of the Chives
Allium tuberosum by The S. Creme
and Bakkon S. Chivery
the Romance of Wine
Categories:
acadia, creation, culture, guitar, love,
Form:
Ballad