Best Eldorado Poems
Oh, give me a home where majestic buffalo roam,
Where antelope graze and rushing streams foam!
A place where snow-capped mountains reach for the sky,
And gentle winds waft through blue spruce with soothing sigh!
Oh, give me a home where golden eagles soar on high;
Where skeins of geese delight my senses with their clarion cry!
A home where splendid sunrises greet me each morn,
And spectacular sunsets, The Master Artist, the sky doth adorn!
Oh, give me a home where verdant fields thrive with golden grain;
Where cowpokes herd cantankerous cattle on wide-open plain!
A place where magnificent mountain goats and sheep can be viewed,
On steep and rocky tors, content with their own, seeking solitude!
Oh, give me a home where in autumn, elk vent their plaintive blare,
Seeking to charm the feminine species to provide himself an heir!
Where glorious Columbine blossoms grow in profusion,
And golden leaves of aspen create a fairy-land-like illusion!
Unlike the hapless and adventurous Conquistador,
I've found that home and so very much more!
I've found my beautiful Eldorado,
Right here in Colorful Colorado!
Categories:
eldorado, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
There’s work to do
We must be on our way
Souls to save all are waiting
For my box of prayers
I have a string tied around it
And carry It with a stick
It’s a lot easier when you walk
The tracks to have it on a stick
Things get tricky when a train comes
Round the bend and you’re carrying it
With both hands
That’s why I have a string and a stick
The sinners don’t care as long as I
Can read them a prayer from heaven
And receive their souls
To be served up hot to go
To Jesus our Lord
Who runs a BBQ stand
Down on 4th and Eldorado
He lets me stand on his car sometimes
So I can preach the words of Jesus
Or just talk in tongues if I get the notion
I know he is Jesus cause it says so on his
Driver license and he has scars on his hands and feet.
I love him so and he loves my box of prayers
He says that God brought us together
And if he was to have a sister I would be she
Sister of Jesus…now ain’t that something?
Categories:
eldorado, religion,
Form:
Free verse
Skagway, Alaska in the late 1890s was sure a rowdy place alright!
It was seethin' with humanity a-raisin' hell all through the day and night!
'Twas the gateway to Chilkoot Pass beyond which lay Klondike gold!
Why! You could scoop up nuggets by the bushel, or so it was told!
Jefferson Randolph 'Soapy' Smith 'owned' the town and was so very brash.
He came up with nefarious schemes to relieve newcomers of their cash!
Madame Gertie arrived with her soiled doves and set up houses of ill repute.
Among the ladies were Ethel the Moose, Mollie Fewclothes and Maude the Mute!
Tinklin' pianos and screechin' fiddles played in saloons invitin' boozers in.
Hordes of horses whinnied, dogs howled and mules brayed addin' to the din!
The Home of Hooch, Red Onion and Mangy Dog saloons flung open their doors,
To sate the thirsty sots before they tried their luck at diggin' by the scores!
Hawkeye Blevins, notorious gambler, grabbed a table at the Hungry Pub Saloon,
And with slight of hand relieved many gullible rubes of their moolah all too soon!
Even preachers tossed aside Bibles and grabbed shovels to join the endless queue,
To foolishly struggle up Chilkoot Pass in the dead of winter with that motley crew!
A few hardy stampeders found their Eldorado but many more came to naught!
Death, disillusionment and starvation stymied the quest for which they sought.
Many a hapless feller lies beneath that frigid land never more to roam.
Infamous Soapy Smith lies at rest in Skagway Cemetery, there, his final home!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
eldorado, adventure, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.
She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end.
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing
To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.
I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.
Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.
Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night
You are my queen of the night.
Categories:
eldorado, angel, beach, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Light Verse
There's simply
No magic in life!
Yeah, there's no
magic password "Open Sesame"
Nor an Aladdin's magic lamp,
There's no Midas touch
Nor any Philosopher's Stone,
There's no crystal ball
No magic wand
No flying carpet
Nor a magic mirror;
There's no magic mantra
Nor an Aesculapius' Staff,
No Atlantis,
No Holy Grail,
No Elixir or Ambrosia,
And, no Heaven or Hell;
There will neither be
A Kingdom of Heaven on earth,
Nor an afterlife Paradise!
Beseech not
the hand of Lady Luck
Nor pin your hopes
on that pot of gold,
Do not embark on a voyage
seeking the Treasure Island,
Nor venture out to find
the fabulous Eldorado.
In the sweat of his face
Man will eat his bread
until into the ground
forever he is laid,
For he is born of dust
And unto dust he'll return!
Categories:
eldorado, magic,
Form:
Free verse
ELDORADO-LIFE IS A JOURNEY
Vijay K Koduri MD
In twilight, as the day takes its bow,
Longer and shorter, dances the shadow.
Living out barely on daily wages!
Loving those daring high stake wagers!
A mere cry in the cradle for one!
A loud shout out for those landing on the moon!
Life is a journey, compete not just compare!
Not how many sights you see!
Love voraciously the byte you view.
Not how many miles you go!
Leave a mark in the mile you be.
Not how much you got!
Be gracious with what you sought.
Life is a journey, live, not just move!
Not how many games you play!
Show your best and do it the right way.
Not how much you read!
Practice well, with what you did.
Not how many friends you gather!
Make them feel, it's you they have rather.
Life is a journey, love, not just have!
Missed a much-awaited promotion!
Focus to behave, not just crave.
You never want to hear!
“Your seat isn't here, and you need to move over.”
Take a seat in a row, that’s lower.
Requests will pour in, for you to come over.
Life is a journey, be humble, not just entitled!
Sore after a rocky relation?
Just leave it and get over it.
Want to own a Silverado,
Yours, it could belong.
In pursuit of Eldorado!
The drive could be way too long!
Life is a journey. live your dream, not just live in them.
Categories:
eldorado, 1st grade, adventure, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Kristalle aus Eis und Salz
überziehen den See rot
im Abendlicht.
Am Horizont erstrahlen die Anden
im Mantel aus Purpur und Gold,
Eldorado der Ewigkeit.
Die Andengipfel hüten ihr Eis
wie wertvollen Schatz.
In der Hochebene am See
suchen Flamingos vereinzelt nach Nahrung
im Algensee.
Weitab in der Ferne
am Horizont
sprühen heiße Quellen Fontänen
in vor Kälte klirrende Abendluft.
Nur einige Vicuñas
treiben ihre Spiele
zwischen reifbedecktem, spärlichen Gras.
Die schleichende Nacht
bricht herein
mit frostiger Gewalt
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Crystals from ice and salt
cover the lake red
in the evening light.
At the horizon shine forth the Andes
in a coat of magenta and gold,
Eldorado of eternity.
The Andes summits protect their ice
like valuable treasures.
At the plateau near the lake
flamingos look sporadically for food
in the alga lake.
Far away in the distance
at the horizon
spray hot springs fountains
into freezing cold evening air
Only some Vicuñas
play their games
between rime coated, sparse grass.
The night is creeping in
with frosty power
Categories:
eldorado, nature
Form:
Prose Poetry
I’m ready for
Tic Tac Toe
Cause I got
my own rhymes to show
Watch me shine
My X’s are always in a row
Can you feel the room react
as it feels my glow
The Tickity Tac Tac
Clackity Clack Clack
Ricky Rhyme Time Show
My measures
don’t need tethers
I’m the man
for any kinda weather
High or low pressure
I’m a national treasure
No cold front here
Just sunshine and pleasure
No need for a sweater
Cause Baby
you rock that leather
You can’t stop
Fast and Furious
I’m the White Tornado
Bright enough for New York City
Cool enough to cruise Colorado
Driving my tricked out Eldorado
Others can brag
I show and tell
My musical bravado
Now it seems Trim the Trimmer
Has served me up for dinner
His words more potent
Than 100 proof liquor
They percolate and simmer
Rhyming sub-textually
Flowing quicker and quicker
Always the right mixture
So as his Rhymes grow brighter
Mine grow dimmer
Time to throw down the mike
and declare Trim the Trimmer
the Tic Tac Toe Award Winner.
Ricky Rhyme Time Rides again
Dedicated to The Rhyme Master Trim.
Just having a bit of fun playing in his sand box.
Inspired by Nick Trim’s “Trim Trimmer Chicken Dinner Winner”.
Categories:
eldorado, humor, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Good morning world, wake up
Today’s Egypt, tomorrow’s ancient Eldorado, El Paso, Colorado, Suzhou, Picasso, Pissarro, Pizarro, Pirandello, Paganini, Mandela, Nakym, Muhammad, Mugabe, Jabbar, Quadir, Kalani, Nahzi, Adirah, Baariq, Noni-n-Zhari, Mrs. Sheffield, My mommy, a list of cities, states, countries-n-places of wealth, influential people.
Prophets, Presidents, Painters, Poets
Explorers, my children, my wife, my mom, myself, a statesman, an artist, a violinist-n-an author, a man, a father, my words walk through air, and on water, my wealth fed, not only mine, but the world’s sons-n-daughters, we all need supporters, Asians, Arabs, Blacks, Americans, Africans, Latinos, Indians-n-Italians, we all need supporters, wake up the sun is shining, good morning, what would the world be without our sons-n-daughters, wake up the sun is shining, good morning, I’m here 2 wake the world up, good morning.
Huzza
Huzza
Categories:
eldorado, change, encouraging, society, world,
Form:
Free verse
Tired, weary eyes
Seen enough to rest forever
Time yet short spent
Longer bleak years yet to face
Do loaded ears hear?
So, float in ecstasy, Eldorado
Hard long labor of the past punish
Reality of failed plans torment
Roads known from old vanished
How will the song be sung?
The vulture has berthed
Copious carcasses waiting to be carted
Shells emptied and drained
Served on Nigerian high rock
Did you ask the legs to run?
Acumen and sanity served for desert
Whereas the ancestors and I bestowed the ‘Offor’
Authority to lead, serve and control
The mace now breaks the people’s skulls
Where will I find the hat to think?
Land of Utopia!
Categories:
eldorado, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Taking Coleridge at his word,
I hied me to a rural scene
To leave behind the madding herd
For where Titania reigns the queen.
Ah! ‘Tis hard to wax romantic,
Though bees hum and boughs do sway,
To close the mind to all the frantic
Things that jostle us each day.
No more the gentle rustic peasant,
No more the green wood wild and free.
This national park, however pleasant,
Some how’s a substitute to me.
What the elm, the oak, the fir,
O what yon flowery slopes to win,
And all that Nature’s beauties stir
Is marred by that blooming Cola tin.
These eyes absorbing and receptive
Scan the prospect domed with blue,
Yet that unsightly thing rejected
Does little to enhance the view.
Would Wordsworth's cloud lift my powers,
lest these powers should sag.
In lieu of glorious yellow flowers
I spy but a wandering plastic bag.
And though you find your Eldorado
By some far-off golden shore,
Whiles yet you munch your avocado
Above the chartered Jumbos roar.
Back then to the grind of duty,
Congested roads, polluted air.
From such as these fashion beauty.
New Millennial Baudelaire.
Categories:
eldorado, nature,
Form:
Pastoral
QUARRY OF MINDS
A college full of seasoned eminence
A home once taken as a place of negligence
But now she is favored in greatness
A college that is now loved and people nourish
And always and will it flourish
Your fragrance it’s lilies of bravado
It ooze me off to a whole Eldorado
You once house those of graceful mind
Who achieved and are still even in their prime
Confident are they and always want to set pace
They were learned and escape the rat race
Once shy now are they men with the right face
What can I say than write it out in hypo state?
It is your love and it is your COLLEGE
Categories:
eldorado, education,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
Werifesteria
Werifesteria
A stroll through silence
The ancient wooded arena
The magical wudu
Where rays caress,
play games
with young creatures
for something to do
This weald at daybreak
The beauty and heartache
Moving mist shadow
Soft chilled emerald
This dark eldorado
This deep shady wold
The moon and red star
This gift to the old
Kissed scented ground
Categories:
eldorado, seasons,
Form:
Pastoral
WHY ARE YOU POPULAR?
IN PARTICULAR
WHY ARE YOU AN EMPLOYEE?
IN OUR MODUS OPERANDI
AND THEY ARE NOT ASHAMED
FOR YOU TO BE BLAMED
AND THEIR GENERATION
SAME CHILD OF ADOPTION
INTRANSIGENCY, LEAVE MY ELDORADO
AGED, LEAVE THE NATALITY INTO TO
WITH THE CHILD INTRANSIGENCY
IN OUR BELOVED ELDORADO
Categories:
eldorado, africa, political, rights, wisdom,
Form:
Didactic
We took the morning by storm
Just another day in Maine
Until we met the Colorado Kid
He sat back on the beach
Holding remains of his death
His blue lips showed his last breath
Seagulls on the whim
Never knowing him
Picking up his last meal
Showing off his muscles
Never looking back
Kicking buckets till his last
Authorities never pleased
Can’t we identify him?
No more clues for the Eldorado
A pack of smokes in his breast
Autopsy shows the lungs clean
But they were bought from Colorado
A long way from his babe
She came a year right after
She saw his face in the paper
A good job and nice house
Why would he leave his life there?
Traveling worlds meeting his maker.
Categories:
eldorado, confusion, death, death of
Form:
Lyric