Best Eastwards Poems

Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field
(A Tribute)

Tough as nails young man with a red right hand
red-fire and whiskey ran in his blood.
Courageous seed of vast and cold hard land
quick temper, power of a surging flood.
Seeker of life, its promised mysteries
rash gambler with all...

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A land unto its own as old as dirt
Condemned by voguish northern state of mind
This realm you'd be hard-pressed to disconcert
Though his'try would prefer it be maligned

The secret twisted oak and winding creek
The tapestries of moss that grace the swamp
They whisper in a language few...

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(A New Zealand Poem)

In thought as I sit here, 747 flying by, in contrast to the isles of white clouds cruising eastwards across the Manukau sky yet another 747 passes by.
Tourists keep on coming, knowing nothing of the struggle within, local tribe just trying to...

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Open Closed





 Open letter addressed by me to myself as  

               as though I am in any way complicit in my 

        ...

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Michael and Carolyn came home again
Their busy lives disrupted by death's end
Not knowing they'd encounter love unrestrained
By coming home for mom's funeral to attend
Life has some changes for which to contend
Michael and Carolyn were shocked to learn
Their mother wanted cremation as her end
No way was...

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Diogenes, philosopher in Greece,
was said to be a dawdler. "Devil finds
some seedy work for idle hands, don´t fleece
our youth!" He saw the walls in people´s minds

who all declined his odd and frugal life.
He lived on bread and water, beans and fish,
without belongings, even without wife.
King...

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After: "Letter of Mithridates to Phraates, King of Parthia"
Historiae VI by Sallust 
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I am a man more poisoned against than poisoning.
 That’s my version anyhow, and I’m sticking to it.
Don’t blame me for having survived a few meals
Which others, less fortunate, could not.

All that doesn’t...

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Remember me my
friends,
when the trees bask
with delights
when the waves whack
the rock
when the fair
weather whispers.
Then know am close
 and I need a touch

Remember me my foe
The stainless
pathway of our duel
the ravaging rift of
our skin
the cries of each
blooded strikes
when the deep
ancient scars nipped

Then know this my
foe
That am...

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There, my young man in summer sleeps,
The pale moon, aloft, a watch she keeps.
Envious green, with frustration weeps, 
As my young man in the garden sleeps.
That she would wish his beauty hers,
Her every watchful night rehearsed. 
Through velvet sky she gently purrs,
Temping vain to make...

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Summer simmers south as the spring in our steps hopes of an 'India Summer'  

        are drowned by the what we euphemistically call 'Inclement Weather', this  

        miserable time...

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The silver birch
presides over the scree
A caravan of love
proceeds duly eastwards
I'm staking my faith in you

The wind whistles past
We are on the road again
to magic lands where the gypsy queen shows
the world her love

where you find
butterflies and buttercups 
smiling in the rain,
and hope waiting for...

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When a tear falls from my eye,
My heart has spoken.
Misery befalls without seeking permit;
Sadness follows without peeking first,
Fury varies,but shuts out reasining,
And the heart aches like never before,
My heart has spoken.

Why do tides drive trains eastwards today?
Why does the sea roar in approval and not...

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I
At about the same space, eastwards
About eight hours after noon
- yes, it was night - miracle for me
I saw a sun rising ... Exactly as at dawn
A peeking, reddening of sky, creeping up
An amazing moonrise. In my 63rd year...

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Is part of Halifax 
This island is 42 km. long
It is the equlvalent of walking
In sand from downtown Halifax
All the way to Peggy's Cove

Sable Island has 500 wild horses
After surviving centuries of the winter
The exact amount of horses unknown
Some believe they are ancestors of horses
That...

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........ facing eastwards.
Cool, still, expectant.
The sky, the ground, are one.
Soon a subtle transition.
One-ness becomes polarised. 
The monochrome breaks. 
Half-light above. Half-night below. 
From the greys contrast comes, 
pulls shape and form from shadow. 
A vague sketch of skyline.
Sky and ground thus defined. 

Now, for the...

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