Best Explorer Poems
I pressed my face against the thick pane of glass
And stared out into the black of nearest space
Where my planet-home Earth hung suspended
Like a special well-worn ornament on a spruce tree
Decorated with multi-colored bulbs and angel hair
Earth swirling inside webs of gray cloud shrouding
So peacefully, it appeared, she drifted silent there
While I saw visions of peoples struggling to be free
Knowing on us so much of their future depended
Adventuring to the unknown, and finding a place
Where Earth’s inhabitants might egress en masse.
written October 23, 2021
[using a reverse rhyme I often
employ in more recent poems]
Examination
Experimentation
Contemplation
And concretization
Have carried you to the
Ethereal spheres...
Swimming in the clouds
Sleeping on the laps of galaxies
You casualize the constellation.
Spacialization
Becomes your
Specialization
Mommy went to bed early
Asali stayed behind, partying the whole night long
Dora the explorer was on a repeat button
Asali jumped up and down like a button
She danced when Dora danced, sang along and answered Dora's questions
Occasionally Asali would peek in to make sure mommy was still snoring
Then she would carefully close the door
Asali like Dora the explorer also did a little exploration
In the fridge she went finding all kinds of goodies
But one thing, one little big thing stood out
Between the sticky sweet fingers and Dora the explorer
Asali was having the best night ever
She danced and jumped to the fridge and tv
back and forth
Little crumbs of cake followed her little steps
Joining the fun, of the best night ever
Then somewhere in the night, Asali got very tired
Luckily she found her way to her pink bed
But Dora the explorer continued to play
And the fridge was left ajar
Sponsor Casarah Nance
Contest Name Childrens Story, Dr. Seuss Style
*I know am nowhere close to Dr Seuss style, but i had to try a kid friendly poem:-)
An explorer called Nicholas Bean
Used a jungle path for a latrine
He started to pee
Got stung by a bee
His poor wotsit swelled up with gangrene.
The natives said you need a vaccine
Their witch doctor arrived on the scene
With some healing plants
Said “drop down your pants”
Too late it had already turned green.
Both limericks 9/9/5/5/9.
Written 15th March 2019
For green humour contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.
Existential minions
Or sparks within the Field
Both valuable opinions
Only, one transcends the shield
Sartre's vista seems oppressive
Current science liberates
Eclipsing yesterday's perspective
Focus now on quantum gaits
Align yourself without excuse
Explore within the knowledge
Trust conclusions you deduce
Findings show nothing is solid
Tap within and feel your essence
Touch upon inherent truths
On our way to feel the presence
In these vast and fractal proofs
He wasn't like any other ordinary boy
of his own age, but an explorer so passionately
enamored with the sea,
which once almost drowned him;
he was criticized and mocked for his idea,
and yet he tried to persuade them
that the earth wasn't flat, but round...
and they called him crazy!
The redheaded explorer, with a rugged face,
continued to persue that dream,
through rejection and impatience,
he pushed forward to accomplish his mission
with his brothers on his side,
and God to guide him through his struggles;
after years of persistance and persuasion,
he was finally granted his wish!
He had an unbreakable trust in God,
and often asked his men aboard to pray,
and a miraculous circumstance
suddenly hindered his munity;
visible weeds from the coastal waters,
and shrilling fowls flying overhead
had sure and immediate signs of land...
and Columbus looked to Heaven in praise!
The redheaded explorer lived in a time of constant change,
and he changed the destiny of many
by discovering a rich land...
different from the one he had ever imagined;
and he was certain of having found
a westward route to Asia...
but he wasn't aware that his discovery
was another continent later to be named," America."
I am the Faery Explorer
no lives less
always the more
your path I've chosen
learning is my way
this I do many lives through
for my Family Fae
In your step
behind your eyes
upon your breath
my Faery soul lies
we sing, we laugh, we make merry
with you I hurt and cry
I am, the Explorer Faery
Eat drink and be Faery
For tomorrow we Fly!
faeryluna.com
May you explore the world outside
and learn to relax outside of your comfort zone
Step to the beat of a different drum
Never neglect to share a smile with a stranger...
Work on your attitude , it will open many doors and windows
Be aware of who you allow to grasp your heart
You cannot love without trust
Never give up on your dreams...destiny is calling
Be quicker at listening than speaking
What is YOUR potential ?
What are YOU capable of ?
Are you meeting the expectations set before you?
Seek peace like you seek your desires
For years I've been collecting my thoughts just to expose them...
At the right moment
Pick it up...pick it up...pick it up...
Pick it up...
Just to drop it!
Saxophone trumpet blast waiting on it's time to blow
A prisoner with a release date
Waiting on my time to go...
He traveled round the whole world
Behind the computer screen
In search of that fountain fair
That would fulfill his every dream
The great poet explorer
Journeyed places far and near
His longing unquenchable
It overcame every fear
The fountain he had to find
Was not that of endless youth
Nor was it that of beauty
If you must know the truth
It was the fountain of love
That he vowed he would find
Age and beauty drowned in love
Love was blind and it was kind
He tasted many fountains
Quenched his thirst for just a while
Some had youth, others beauty
When fulfilled, he then would smile
But he soon got discouraged
For they could not satisfy
He then continued his search
His quest he could not deny
He stumbled upon a stream
That sparkled so crystal clear
He was sure this must be it
Gushing water drew him near
He touched its liquid beauty
Saw his face reflected there
Heard the stream gently whisper,
“To come in you must be bare.”
And so he stripped off his clothes
Got lost in her sweet embrace
Not wanting to resurface
He forgot all time and place
But the stream pushed him above
He heard her gurgle his name
“Your search at last is over
You’ll no longer be the same.
You think that I’m the secret
To all you’ve been searching for
And yes, I am refreshing
But the truth is something more
The fountain is inside you
The source of a love divine
From this source all streams are fed
Your love feeds this stream of mine
You see, you’ve come full circle
It's me you first tasted of
But you deemed there must be more
You left in search of that love
The fountain is inside you
Youth beauty and love, all three
Drink well, then let them all flow
To my stream, replenish me.”
The explorer pitched his tent
By the sweet gurgling stream
He'd finally found a home
A place to live out his dream
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Shortly after the Internet discovered itself,
I set out to be an explorer; not of land and water,
but a finder of the odd and peculiar.
My first inclination
was to search for antiquarian artifacts,
but lacking the knowledge of said artifacts,
I thought to be a ‘picker’ and a junk collector,
or even a mildly addicted hoarder.
Knowing little of buying and selling,
and next to no space for storing anything,
I had to re-think the whole exploring business.
Lacking funds to travel far,
I commenced to explore myself.
Having only a limited aptitude for self-awareness,
I sought the aid of many spiritual agencies.
Lacking the sensitivity to receive their help,
I turned to drinking and writing poetry.
Lacking anyone else to blame but myself,
I determined to blame the Internet,
especially Internet Explorer.
an explorer--trudging through the here and now
picking up what works and stowing it in my knapsack
tossing away the discrepancies of what doesn't
a coward--wondering about what might have been
backpack empty except for dreams
that never see the light of day
I'm having this problem. You see?
It's really cheezing me off,
I'm going to write to the internet
and I'm going to rage and scoff.
I'm trying to get work done
it just will not let me be,
trying to fix my poems and send email
but it keeps freezing up on me.
I'm going to punch the internet
yes . . . that's what I said,
if this "not responding" keeps up
I think I'll be heading off to bed.
I can not get anything done
the page being closed and popping up again,
the internet tonight is being ignorant
I guess I'll be heading off my friends.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.3/2015
I can't handle nor put up with this anymore. I'm going to bed!!!!
I stand here on the cusp of vivid dreams
In a universe of cosmic seas,
I long to discover and witness things never before seen
I long to create beautiful memories,
From distant shores and realms beyond our known being,
I long for a chance to sail across the astronomical seas
Discovering all aspects of our astrology,
This is my desire,
This is my dream,
To be a traveller an adventurer of universal places unseen,
This is what I envision within my conscious mind,
This is what my heart requires,
To stand on distant shores having travelled far and explored
The cosmic universal realms.
He was virile voyager called Stanley,
with slurping tongue he could burn cold alley.
In journey from top downward
his machismo got devoured,
he found lustful way in lissome valley.
This man never found the bed out of bounds,
his wife liked he explored ivory mounds.
Her drooping assets age got,
he disliked, monk he was not,
ventured out exploring youthful new grounds.
My burdens lift me up
Like boosters and propel my
Mind to the outer-space
Of inner-feelings,
And there
Fall away; consumed
In the atmosphere of
Distress and the charred
Fragments that remain
Are drowned in an
Ocean of discarded concerns;
Liberty obtained,
I soar through
The expanse of experience
Far from
Forgotten despairs,
Arriving at new
Alien adversities;
Once thoroughly explored,
Become the burdens
To boost me
Once more at the
Speed of concept to
Unknown galaxies of
Emotional encounters.