Best Coast To Coast Poems
I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else,
I cannot stay in one place.
The grass is green where I’ve never been
and never have shown my face.
When I look back on every track
where there’s nothing to entice
me to return to where I never yearn.
You won’t see my footsteps twice.
I’ve lived through drought and I’ve lived through flood,
I’ve been where a fire’s burnt black.
I’ve seen the curse where the locusts’ worse
and the crops are all under attack.
I’ve been laid down in a cyclone town
when winds are a howling gale.
In the shearing shed when the markets dead
and the cheques bounced over the rail.
I’ve no good terms on the squatters land
for he’s never a man to talk,
and he can’t control his angry soul
when a restless man don’t walk.
If there’s sag in my tucker bag
near a campfire I’m content.
He’ll try to rule I’m a thieving fool
so my time with him is spent.
I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else;
each camp is a rainbows end,
where the only gold that I get to hold
is to wake in the morning again
to bear my load on the distant road
for ahead lies my clarity,
that with my charms in the need for alms,
there’s a world full of charity.
I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else,
in my chase for the know not what,
where time ahead guide the fearful dead,
something that I am not.
From coast to coast my eventual ghost
will tramp o’er the trail I made,
which can’t be denied is Australia wide
when I rest where my body is laid.
A spirited traveler, how curiously you roam, flexing your freedom,
Visiting places serene, from Atlantic to Pacific, Artic to Antarctic,
Hugging every exotic continent, kissing territories in between;
Exploring from shore to shore; thrashing, splashing, your rhythms.
Hosting sunsets of amber evenings and sunrises of purple dawns
Fondly you reflect ruby rays, charming avid glances of romance,
Illuminating in sun’s golden dust a fusion made of fervid dreams,
And designs of your vision artistic, sprinkled on motifs esoteric.
Custodian of precious resources, a treasurer of beauteous coral reefs,
A liaison for shipping goods, trading foods, marine mineral mining;
You are a daring warrior too, flaunting bravely your armored ships,
An environmentalist as well, facilitating harvesting of wind energy.
You are so charismatic, when leisurely you propel passenger ships,
Journeying to towns historic, luxuriating on heavenly beaches;
Yet, when your mood is perturbed, you are a monster, angry beast,
Stomping ferociously, storming destructively, churning latent heat.
Harmonious with the mystique of moon, mythical cosmic bodies,
Coast-to-coast you soar, alluring aspirations of dreams romantic,
As boundlessly you undulate, navigating zestful tides of passion;
Awe of admiration, you are the eternal, magnificent blue ocean.
SHE’s COMING AGAIN!
There’s a chill in the air
There’s a word on the street
Be afraid have a care
Put the children to sleep
She was gone, bells were tolled
But the body’s not cold
For she’s coming again
Yes she’s coming again
It was safe to suppose
She was due to be crowned
Then a young wizard rose
Had them all spellbound
With a look really cool
Like a kid from high school
But she came back again
Yes she came back again
Then she’d surely reside
In a white stately home
She’d the right, qualified
With two X chromosomes
She’d be in with a song
What could ever go wrong
She was coming again
She was coming again
But an old wizard now
With a strange style of hair
Took the stage took a bow
And with her almost there
She was pipped at the post
Cross the states, coast to coast
She was numbing again
And succumbing again
Without power came the crash
Sans connections she’d plied
Then the flow of the cash
Disappeared, nearly dried
So she needs to dispense
With some new influence
So she’s coming again
Yes she’s coming again
Feel the chill in the air
Hear the word on the street
Be afraid have a care
Put the children to sleep
So you thought she’d depart
With a stake through the heart
No she’s coming again
Yes she’s coming again
6 August 2018
Mine is a land of golden rivers
And glowing sunsets that melt your heart
A long history of native people in harmony
With lush wildlife and four seasons
Rich forests covering vast expanses
Mine is a land of golden rivers
Where sockeye salmon race up rapids
And eagles soar great heights
Cool calm breezes summoning the night
As the moon rises to cast her spell
Mine is a land of golden rivers
That run wide from coast to coast
Maritimers greeting each morning sun
As it ascends over mountain ranges
Caressing this topography called Canada
Mine is a land of golden rivers
AP: 1st place 2021, 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2023, 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 3, 2019 for contest NOSTALGIA ANY FORM sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
What is it ‘bout fowl language,
makes folks complain the most?
It doesn’t seem to faze
10 million chickens coast to coast!
So many are misled
by what they hear as “chatter”
But if they spoke some ‘fowl” themselves
they’d know what was the matter!
For one thing, it’s the roosters,
bad as chauvinistic pigs!!
They can’t converse at all
without getting in their digs!
Cramped quarters are another,
makes decorating tough!
To put feed on the table
has really gotten rough!
Then, the turkeys, ducks and geese
have to join the band
Their accents are so heavy,
makes them hard to understand!
I get my info from the source
not from some old trucker
I know Amelia Egghart
She’s the Head Mother Clucker!
(A Blank Verse Sonnet)
At fifty-two, a new career is launched
in beauty firm installed on eastern shore,
to aid all those who live with problem skin.
As sales increase, adventure swells; she wins
awards, free trips, new friends, and diamond rings.
With pride, she dons the pen for “Be a Ten,”
and coast to coast arrangements spell her norm.
But, friendships wane on jaunty trips, the trek
becomes a stress which brings her less and less
content to show the aloe glow as proof
that older skin need not begin to wear
a shriveled face, but wear a youthful tone.
And yet, the spark with eastern hype instilled
a drive to stay the course throughout her life.
Anything but bread
I bumped into a man named Fred
And listened to each word he said
A story I was soon to dread
For all he talked about was bread
In detail he spoke every slice
Some made of wheat and some of rice
There’s cinnamon and sugar spice
And sourdough he mentioned twice
Banana nut he found so sweet
The perfect early morning treat
With coffee as you take a seat
To bake it though, a major feat
He chronicled each rim of crust
A lighter tan or darker rust
Or sprinkled with a pepper dust
I guess somehow he thought he must
When then he changed and featured toast
I think it’s what he liked the most
I can’t believe how he could boast
He’d tell his tale from coast to coast
I told him I was running late
I had a very special date
A meeting and it couldn’t wait
I headed out beyond the gate
I started walking down the trail
He didn’t stop, I heard him wail
“Be careful of the loaves on sale,
you’ll usually find that they are stale”
Into a café I then fled
And thought about that man named Fred
When asked to order, this I pled
“Just bring me anything but bread”
Inspired by Maureen McGreavy’s Baker’s Dozen poetry contest
That’ll teach me to read the rules first. : )
Dear Lord, I come before Your Throne,
A friend with me, I bring.
Ask not his name or year of birth,
Or his ethnicity.
A special prayer from You I ask,
For someone I don't know.
He traveled half way round the world
So freedom here can grow.
I do not know how old he is
Or where his family lives.
I simply heard of what he does
And how much good he gives.
With wife and children still at home,
He traveled far away.
It's Christmas Eve without their Dad,
Because he had to stay.
They cannot share eggnog or cake
With whom they love the most,
Because he guards an enemy gate
For us here, coast to coast.
I know Dear Lord, because of me,
Our nation, he defends.
So when he needs my prayers to You,
On me, he can depend.
Lord, watch his children and his wife
And keep them safe and strong.
Please give them special blessings, Lord,
Until he gets back home.
He counts the days that come and go
Kissing a photo bare,
With tears that slip past lids that hold
His pain, from loneliness, there.
My heart aches deep within my soul,
And gratitude fills my eyes,
For names not known, nor faces shown,
Whose offering is sacrifice.
So for the soldier, brave and strong,
I pray this special prayer.
My home is free and safe tonight
Because he's over there.
Once our land stretched from coast to coast
and the drums of the people beat proud
we were mighty and we were strong
we were happy . . .
then the white came to our shores
they thought our land was theirs to take
they called it Canada
they brought disease unknown to us
when we fought for what was ours they killed us
and we killed to . . .
we were a savage people true and skilled at death
many of our chiefs were tricked to come in peace
many of our chiefs were hung . . .
they called this justice
the whites stole our land and our way of life
they massacred the buffalo and bear only for their fur
and left their rotting bodies and we wept for them
the ancestors of our people fly with the eagles
drifting and falling on the wind
their cry is our cry . . .
we were herded into reservations like cattle
starved into submission and left a broken people
and they called this justice
but in each of us burns a fire bright that can never die
in each of us is a strength and courage
a tranquility and serenity
we accept the past as the white acknowledge the wrongs
and the Prime Minister of Canada
is trying to say sorry
with tears he apologizes to the people for
the hangings
the killing of our people
the stealing of our land
the 1960 scoop of our children
the residential schools of abuse
the highway of tears that goes on and on
yet, the social injustice to the people is still present today
when they steal the land we have left
for pipelines, and other projects without our agreement
we want to keep our lands pristine for wildlife
we do not want polluted water where the fish die
some of us are living in third world conditions still
with no water, electricity, heat . . . still on reservations
so you tell me where the justice is . . .
I am just a girl of the here and now but
but I hear the drums of my ancestors beating
in my heart . . .
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April 1, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/They Call This Social Justice
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1009-383-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Social Justice
sponsor, John Hamilton
First Place
Yes, I just want to let you know
I prayed for you today.
I prayed He'd keep you safe and send
His blessings down your way.
I prayed that God will meet your needs
And you'll always be glad.
May your heart be filled with joy.
May you be never sad.
I said a prayer for you today
And I know that God heard.
He knows I meant just what I said.
Yes, every single word.
I wish for all of you, my friends,
The very best in life.
That you don't encounter hardships,
No trouble, hurt, of strife.
I prayed that God will pull you through
If these things should arise
And that the Lord would comfort you
And wipe tears from your eyes.
I wish you all the very best
And may God light your way.
For all my friends from coast to coast,
I said a prayer today.
Sailing on endless seas
Lost to broken promises
Floating coast to coast
Captured by east and west
Rusting to shattered anchor
Rescued by time to hoister
Two hearts floating forever
In life, each other's lover
An elaborate tombstone
Of coral reef and limestone
When love was romantic
And being in love - fantastic
When a first kiss was poetic
We haunted the Atlantic
On our waves goodbye
Swem and learned to fly
A honeymoon married to the sea
On the skeleton coast's memory
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Why can't you pick me up when I fall?
Why can't you be there when I need you the most?
Why can't you travel with me from coast to coast?
Why do you trick?
And why do you lie?
Why can't you hold me when I start to cry?
Why can't you be there when stuff goes bad?
Why can't you manage to comfort me when I'm sad?
You're supposed to be me in that mirror on the wall
So mirror, mirror, why can't you pick me up when I fall?
Blackberries in my hot pie topped with ice cream, a bowl makes my mouth beam.
Blackberry wine, is so very divine.
Blackberries covered in cottage cheese, this dish will bring me to my knees.
Blackberries~raspberries~strawberries in a dish, makes me want to make a big wish.
Blackberry ice cream topped with blackberries, is better than with cherries.
Blackberry syrup with blackberries on french toast, is the best from coast to coast.
Guess you have figured it out, I love Blackberries without any doubt.
Date Written:7/30/2022
Note: I do not drink. I needed a rhyme with divine.
'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
Your lyrics 'touch my life,' as you are the twin to my soul.
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I'll never question 'what is a woman's role' in rock and roll.
Your lyrics touch my life, as you are the twin to my soul.
My 'midnight flyer' your spirit glows like a 'seafull' of stars.
I'll never question what is a woman's role in rock and roll.
When life 'makes you wanna cry' we can create memoirs.
My midnight flyer your spirit glows like a seafull of stars.
When you 'send me no more letters,' I'll ignore the post.
When life makes you wanna cry we can create memoirs,
I'll follow your footsteps, roaming from 'coast to coast.'
When you send me no more letters, I'll ignore the post,
wondering 'will our love end,' before the ultimate vow.
I'll follow your footsteps, roaming from coast to coast,
until you serenade about 'feelin' so much better now.'
Wondering will our love end, before the ultimate vow,
'it's only a dream,' but you get 'nothin' for nothing,'
until you serenade about feelin' so much better now.
'Your love is allright' when your muse is soft and loving.
It's only a dream, but you get nothin' for nothing.
It hurts 'way back to the bone' when you leave me alone.
Your love is allright when your muse is soft and loving.
'Black clouds' fade to white when I hear your sweet tone.
It hurts way back to the bone when you leave me alone.
I feel like a 'loser' playing solo to a 'jury' of 'back street love.'
Black clouds fade to white when I hear your sweet tone.
I ain't 'keepin' time,' but it's just 'another day' of grey skies above.
I feel like a 'loser' playing solo to a 'jury' of 'back street love.'
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I ain't 'keepin' time.' but it's just 'another day' of grey skies above.
'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
21 songs from Glenn Hughes with Trapeze:
What is a woman's role
You are the music
Touch my life
Am i
Seafull
Midnight flyer
Makes you wanna cry
Coast to coast
Send me no more letters
Feelin so much better now
Will our love end
Nothin' for nothing
It's only a dream
Your love is allright
Way back to the bone
Black cloud
Jury
Loser
Back street love
Keepin' time
Another day
Believability and Truthfulness
By Franklin Price
10/6/2018
Believability and Truthfulness
Are often not the same
Politicians, very often,
Think they're only just a name
What happened to those good old days,
When a man's word was his bond?
What could it hurt to stretch the truth
From coast to coast and then beyond?
So far, in this century,
Washington has shown the way
When truth does not produce for them
They try believable to say
Lately that's not working
They've stretched them both until they've popped
It's time to tell the truth again
And this playing games is stopped
If you,ve followed their example,
Lied for your party's hope
You have cursed your reputation
Should have your mouth washed out with soap
I believe the politicians
And the truthful words they say
This stanza writ with fingers crossed
And tongue in cheek today