Best Adventurelost Poems
A lost monopoly game
Williams fright, bridge, faith
and urban blight, Williamsburg.
Soot gray and brick red
the buildings stand
slumped, shrouded
death in the abundance
of vacant buildings.
Waste strewn sea
of asphalt, concrete, and urban dreams.
Cracks housing cigarette butts
form paper chains at the bases
of forlorn locust trees.
Sickly trees, popping from between
wrought iron barricades spiked manmade thorns
an Appleseedian affectation of defiance
toward a city of cave dwellers.
Doors, blind, windowless..no eye out or in..
unwelcoming entries..present
surfaces flat, color-chip palettes
for the graffiti “artist” latest spray painted
monstrosity
“ahhhhhhhhhh urban art!”
Two story warehouse walls writhe
their surfaces adorned
with an effluence of madness? grafetti....
Throw backs with paint tubes?
Or Jackson Pollacks with aerosol cans?
Sunday mornings only human grace;
bagel bitters, their sideburn squiggles
the only reassuring reminder of the reverent.
Their continuing presence
these Hasids with prayer shawls dangling
these monochromatic breathes of fresh air
present as the only harbor of safety, sanity,
as a lost girl child returns to her native
Brooklyn.
you have touch the very essence of my being only to bring me to a place of pain.
be that as it may, i shall emerge still embraced with the of those who deem me to be
that being who has love as his necklace, wisdom as his kinsmen, and understanding as
his eternal companion.
i shall lovew you with an inferno spirit that will cause all your illness to disspate into
nothingness. for truly love is stronger then death and what has been orchestrated be-
tween us by God Almighty shall never die once we leave these weary vessels, that house
our physical memebers.
i shall race with the gazelles just to bring you the hope of your lost dreams and asperations.
we shall always be a symbiosis that all those who lost hope in the love of life to,. to see it
can be theirs if they only believe.
you are hers if she told you. you are his if he told you. then doubt not because of what looks
to be that which is'nt. let the pillars of trust be errected upon the window pane of your mind
and allow it to rest upon the doorsteps of your worthy hearts.
then and only then will you know the meaning of unconditional love in this life, where some
say it will never be. gaze within the wings of your soul and know its worth and then tell her
that she is the very breath of your breath and he's the very beat of your heartbeat, then
love each other's spirit and mind, and soul before you ever love each others flesh. for such
is the true covenant a holy union between a woman and a man
Another years gone and yes we can
Has become another lost dream
No one stand up for patriout act to apply
To americans
We had momentum and lost steam
Were are new leaders
Ours are outdated and holding
Us back
Were is the love accepted
But not fact
Why is their black americans
Seeking reperations for crimes against africans
If that ever works I'm sue the british
For deformation of character
Why are the children silenced
Scared because they sit home
And listen to violence in every song
Show and game
Here the truth we all plaYing same game
And we all bluffing the same deal
Aces with eights
No matter what its a dead mans hand
A starlit sky brightened the night
With a northern wind blowing
Hear the rushing ripples flowing?
It awakened the glowing eve light.
At last the river tale unfolds its secrecy
Why do the waters thrill the seeker?
Risking whatever might seem bleaker.
You see a quest is the greatest mystery.
All ventures who dare the waterway
Travel only by moonlight skies
Those sailors are known to be high
So set forth all mighty and don’t delay.
Two vessels took about with ease
Only the sailor’s cries were saluted
Everything else sounded muted
Just two ships sailing in the breeze.
Ever faster churned the water waves
And those swells seemed to get crude
Alas the sailboats lost the rivers feud
Sadly there was nothing left to save.
Far off the sailor’s grieved there way
Both boats were lost by the brooks squall
The rivers tale cried a song to all
And dark shades covered the pathway.
Remember those who cross by night
Only the dark skies light the means
Whatever else can barely be seen?
Onward is all that appears to be right.
In body language she choose to play joker
Smart one already knew of her excess pops
Decks cleared in magnificence of blind poker
Calling her bluff she lost the colorful tops.
Forlorn the hellcat drained fuming in her bow
Choosing to remain blind with numbers concealed
Each kiss on the three tumbled into a naked show
Bottoms removed and desperation revealed.
Sadly she burnt a light to his refined play
Triplets confronted she had garnered all the jacks
Flipped his card set and found all the aces flay
She lost another count to his power packs.
The professional rat coolly screwed the cat;
Off her feet the paparazzi scoops in clicks:
SPIRITS IN THE SKY
To be lost is to be rootless
Without guide, form, future or past.
Go to the mountains with care lest
You lose your path through this world passed.
If you travel to the high Rockies, wolf and bear
Still rule serene and restless in summers,
But the long winter night-skies there
Are ruled by ephemeral shimmers.
Take care, for dazzling ghostlight ethereal
Moves in crackling curtains, swirled
With waves of colours unknown, surreal:
A pulsating view into another world.
Spirit dance-of-veils hiding all; revealing, showing
Nothing; but hinting there are sprites abroad
Which enfold you with wild radiance glowing,
And entice your mind to stay - awed.
Indian shamans say they are spirits wandering -
Of children, or warriors, lost in their travel :
Spiritual in instinct, with a fluttering
Serene, yet restlessly mobile - a life unreal.
No words can describe it in all its grandeur,
Rootless, formless, hinting, hiding there;
And no colour or brush can capture
The restless serenity of wolf and bear.
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NOTE
Almost everyone has seen some display of the
spooky beauty of the Northern Lights or Aurora
Borealis. It is without doubt at its most spectacular
in Northern Canada , especially in mountainous regions
like the Rockies. Many native cultures associate it with lost spirits.
When I started this journey so many years ago
I had so many dreams so many places to go
My eyes were open wide I looked into my soul
Where once there was a heart there now is a hole.
In the beginning I knew what I could be
But the future has gotten darker it’s harder to see
So much in life happen not according to the plan
The more I know the less I seem to understand.
Somewhere in the middle I seemed to lose myself
I just woke up one day and I was somebody else
When you walk into the woods you must find a way out
While I got lost I viewed what life is about.
I seem a little cautious because I always get hurt
I’m searching for treasure that’s buried in the dirt
As I dig deeper I’m surprised by what I find
Buried below the surface was my peace of mind.
As I walk into the twilight often feel sad
I lost so much that I didn’t see what I had
I try to remember what led me down this path
But it doesn’t add up I can’t do the math.
There have been many consequences for choices I have made
It seems it was no bargain the prices that I paid
I still awake every morning and try it one more time
I pick up the pieces and hope they are mine.
There never seems to be enough hours in the day
I never always see if I have chosen the right way
I’m happy just to be here a part of today
And hope someone hears the words that I say.
I seem to find my bearings on this long journey home
Sometimes I get lost and stand there all alone
When I finally arrive I wonder if I’m done and this is through
I have many miles to go with many things to do.