Best Geographically Poems
I've spanned these banks for many years,
made evident in the rusty tin adorning my roof
My sides are scarred , colors been stripped
from angry storms through hundreds of seasons.
My river bed ran dry back in late October
then Winter snows frosted my planks
but I was still fit for anyone crossing over
from one side to the other of the Kanawha River.
Come Spring, rushing water will flow under me
splashing over rocks as it rushes to the sea.
Bird droppings will build along each window sill
when nest-building robins arrive in flocks.
People walk across my wooden floor
some hesitate before taking each step
for my trusses tend to creak now and then
and I swell in places; curses of growing old.
I've been crossed by deer, hoofed by cows,
wheeled over by bicycle's and horse-drawn buggies.
They were all kinder than the smelly fumes spread
by those disrespectful autos that never slow down.
My weathered brows face North and South
making me a tunnel for bold Nor'easters
that swiftly tear through me and chip my paint.
I like to think it enhances my pastoral character.
I might be 'rickety,' but if you call me 'shabby'
that rumbling you hear will be me grumbling.
I'm proud of the state I'm in, physically sound
and geographically, two miles outside of town.
As long as I can stand on my supporting piers
I'll relive memories made beneath my roof.
A covered bridge spans more than the waters
of the gentle river where life flows free beneath me.
August 25, 2017
Most are related to shipwrecked ghosts,
accomplices of my blood
that can still be found
in geographically scattered albums.
When there were cities to occupy,
they lived one level below expectations.
Like defective fireworks, some went off early.
A more dedicated few grew old and medicated.
They built defunct railroads and dug ditches
they later fell into.
They were navigators of small shady schemes.
Their brief settlements and abrupt departures
left fuzzy lines on blacktops and concrete.
As a family, we are estranged and unknown,
but we do speak to our dead
if they come to call, of course
only after a respectable period
of life-long disinterest.
Garden of Eden is far from this
with shared affinity among its borders
with confusing the a fore mentioned
Gone through the sun but fun
with life of thorn and burn
now the result the negative bio-rhythm
Geographically located in bliss
with males of bonny and muscular frame
female so fair on the opposite of buxom line
Of-course she is engaged in exchange
often called bimbo by her bilateral partners
ever sacrificing, never satisfied
Always a hero in her mind`s eye
known a bluff by passers-by
but certainly not a blue bottle
2006 Fifa World Cup, ah jump and celebrate Trinidad in it
But yuh know de saying, after joy is sorrow sh…..t
Yeah boy, all skin teeth eh laugh
Trinidadians like too much bacchanal
Band yuh belly or just eat a food nah
Behind back is dog’, before face is Mr. Dog ha!
Geographically behind God back is Switzerland
Shush! Bush have ears, corruption in Fifa and other far away land
Well there is something brewing, something cooking up
Come hell or high water America aim for control, headquarters swoop
Yuh hear comess
Corbeau doh eat sponge cake or wear dress
Ey, cut eye doh kill
Dis corruption thing is ah skill
De mark buss
De gloves are off who come fuss
Boy beat the Iron while it hot
Yuh ‘WARNER’ retire to be free ah what
Well de mango doh fall far from the tree nah
Yuh either a Havelange, a Blatter or ah ice Glazer
Doh drink tea too sweet for nobody fever
Doh cut off yuh nose tuh spoil yuh face forever
Fifa put de cart before the horse
Scandal and corruption investigation enforced
Empty vessels make de most noise
Whether partnership or independent every bread have he cheese
Remember goat doh make sheep
So whichever leader ent going to care
He/she doh eat nice de say causing fear
I dey with dem jus come attitude about de same old stuff
Doh like tuh wok and jus loll off
I am just a simple storyteller
Political LEXOPHILIA
©Copyright June 9, 2015 by Brian PierreNasia Alexander
Delicate pieces of me,
Float free and endlessly
As I geographically cross the
Sea
To where, my heart wants to be
Although, a fragment still in my
Mind
The feeling is simply, sublime.
Soaring through, a clouded maze.
Forging distant night, to day's
Treading, tranquil waves
Fusion in tuquoise & amber
Shades.
Dreaming till the day,
Fingerprints engrave the way
Finding that one destiny
That is shared, and meant to be.
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon,
Neither on the night of full moon,
Yet,
I was showered with their grace,
They were divines in human face,
Nothing in my life I was denied,
They were the ones, who were my guide,
I was bestowed nonetheless affordability,
Thanks to their quintessence magical ability,
They were constantly present for me,
In times of worries and of course of glee,
They nurtured me to be a healthy sapling from a tiny seed,
They enlightened me perfectly, how, to lead and proceed,
I was fortunate to share their secrets basket,
They have always been my lucky mascot,
Nothing in my life was complicated,
As our bond was accurately conjugated,
The worst part was when they went away,
It was due to their work commitments, they had to convey,
Still
We continued to share same emotions,
Though the distance among us was vast as oceans;
The chemistry we shared was interesting,
They would know my actions, even before I was debuting,
Time vanished at faster degrees,
The life was so much at ease
Today, we are not together geographically,
for we are associated spiritually,
I am blessed to have them in this lifetime,
As the part they play is very major and PRIME,
Whatever I could learn, instill and inculcate within me to move ahead and further,
Is directly proportional to the efforts and attempts made by my distinctive BROTHERS!!!
I owe them my success and happiness,
How would i return them, coz the list is endless
An adjustment of ageless allure,
Buzzing bees, chirping birds,
Conversations confused, girls play coy.
Disconcerted; demanding; desire.
Early stages evolving each day,
Form like fiddleheads frolicking free.
Geographically girls giggle and grow.
Heartache upon heartache, puppy loves.
Inquisitiveness highlighting “I.”
Joys and joviality gyrate.
“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” song starts.
Love laughing like time never ends…lost.
Multifaceted mysterious.
Nervously naughty or not teens date,
Obsessed with opulence and opposites.
Quiet quivering excites each touch.
Restraints regress as id versus superego.
Summertime separations suffering,
Teen bodies attain spanking new shapes.
Until one day, change is in full bloom.
Violets and roses scent life’s richest love.
Willfully, sometimes not, passion arrives.
Xanadu escapes from childhood dreams.
Yesterday leavens into tomorrow’s maturity.
Zestfully, adulthood thrives.
Copyrighted October 18, 2014
Saviour divine, in utter amazement we stare
at your celestial and terrestrial works of art.
The shrubs, the trees, the tares, the flowers fair
all brilliantly arranged choreographically
for your amusement, entertainment and pleasure.
The names of all beasts, wild and tamed you know by heart,
for in a global view you watch them at leisure.
The earth's landscape and plains are geographically
fashioned by you, with gardens and relief features.
Your boisterous seas contain aquatic creatures,
great and small, most pleasant and refreshing for meats.
At your thunderous command, from where your highness sits,
the rains, sleet, hail, snow all water the entire earth.
The golden sun, the silver moon, the diamond stars
each give their vivid expressions of your glory.
Of your ingenuity do the birds sing in mirth.
The planets; Mercury, Neptune, Venus, and Mars
line up with five others in reverent procession
for your wonderful works made for man's possession.
Oh! what a magnificent creation story.
Although brandishing clandestine discoveries
everyone figured geographically
how intertwined
Jeremiah Kline
lived 'mongst native
opiate producers.
***** results
speculatively tarnished understanding,
validifying worshiper,
Xavier Young ~ Zealot
On the coast geographically
New York a cradle of culture
Liberty dwells here for sure
As well as Justice politically
Strength of character
Defines both a city and state
Moving forward early until late
Big Apple like a diamond glitter
SUNDAY AFTERNOONS
By Curtis Johnson
Mom had a sister not far away, and dad had three sisters, all of which lived within an hour's driving distance. That meant that
there were lots of cousins with which to play and grow up. Most of my paternal cousins were older than me, because mom was much younger than daddy. Not a problem, because it meant that we also had second cousins to play with who were more closer to our ages. Being geographically close meant that we could go on nice rides to visit them and enjoy a delicious meal also.
O, I do apologize if you thought this was about ‘cupid on a Sunday afternoon’.
O, pardon me, but I have had my share of picnics on a Sunday afternoon.
My thoughts here are tender ones, about family rides along the country sides;
And about getting away for family fellowship and fun, on a Sunday afternoon
Now, back to my story. Where was I? O, speaking of meals. The big food filled table with relatives sitting together enjoying a delicious meal was indeed the highlight of the afternoon. After the meal, the grownups would return to their seats of comfort to sit and talk about this, that, and the other. Occasionally, we kids would stop by to sit and listen for a spell, curious to know what the adults were talking about. And wouldn't you know it? I do not remember a word they said. So off we would go to play outside again.
We did not realize it then, but dad and mom were teaching us a valuable lesson
about the vital necessity of family life. They were saying that we should never
lose touch with not only our immediate family but also the relatives.
Any given Sunday afternoon was the one time that made all this possible. With no work or shopping to be concerned with, and having already been to church, Sunday afternoons were the most blessed times of the week. The memories of love, security, togetherness, and social interaction were born in the quiet country settings of Sunday afternoons.
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About 9 years old was the child
when nightmare first they dreamed.
For many years this nightmare
would often try
her courage to subdue,
but now her sleep is silent.
During the day she'd often play
with her dog, Whiskers.
Now this dog once bit her dad
to protect her when
she screamed,
but that's another story.
The dog had proved
to her ever loyal.
Her dream that night began
just like every other.
She was in the yard skipping rope,
Whiskers right beside her.
Suddenly the urge was great
to climb the tallest tree,
something she had never before
even dreamed of doing.
She must have sensed
her dog grow tense
alerting her to danger.
She scurried to the top
and when she sat she saw
the reason for the fright.
From this tree she could see
house and barn and yard.
And a man she'd never met before,
tall and strong in stature.
His boot and step
testified to his authority.
But the look on his face
spoke volumes more;
it displayed a
sickening thing,
Doing harm
brought him
intense pleasure.
He searched her home,
and inside each farm building.
She knew that she
would soon be found
when she learned all his tactics.
Every blade of grass he turned
and every bush he circled.
When this man approached her tree,
her dog went on defensive.
Whiskers' voice rang out a snarling growl,
his teeth were clearly seen.
His task was to protect this child,
otherwise he was NEVER mean.
The man then stood beneath her tree,
her loyal friend neutralized.
Immediately
she saw his chin turn upward,
and
SNAP
she opened up her eyes.
This nightmare flashed through her mind
gave rise to restless sleep
until age twenty-seven.
As she moved geographically,
her dream would change to match.
But some elements were ever constant:
hiding from the man of authority,
the EXTREMELY methodical search,
waking up when...
discovery is inevitable.
Now there's many nights
when she sleeps very little,
or not at all.
But when she does,
she finds her slumber silent.
She'll be forty next month,
something that brings on deep reflection.
The nightmare has come to mind
from time to time during
daylight hours of silent nights.
Now she'll purge it from her system.
She just wishes one answer could be had,
a loud, resounding WHY.
Abominable Aborigine
Boycotted Baltimore’s Bakery
Canady Canola’s Cannery
Decoded deceitful debauchery
Endless energetic energy
Forwarded farmyard frolicking for a fee
Geographically greeting in Germany
Hardcopy happiness hee hee hee
Ignoring ignorance illegally
Juicy juggling juggernauts
Kettledrums, Kenya and Kentucky
Livening up our literacy
Maniac madness in a manatee
Nightingale nips so nervously
October’s ocelot obviously….
Paralyzes Petunia Parkway’s parenthesis
Quaking quail quickly qualifies me
Relaying relative radioactivity
Scapegoats and scarecrows so scantily
Treat Tajikistan twice tactfully
Undermining Ukraine’s utter ukulele
Vaporizing various vanities
Wicked Washington warrants wisely
X-rays xylophones ‘xtra-instantly
Yellow jackets yield young yearly
Zippy Zeus’s zesty zoology zings with zeal between you and me.
Gamesomeness goads gawky, gingerly,
goofily graceful, grandiloquent gent, gallant,
genteel, geico, guppy gecko, gabbling gaffes,
gagging, gamboling, gestating, gesticulating,
garlic, gnashing, gobbling, gyrating,
gruesomely grinning, grappling, gnomadic
giggly, grubby, gastrointestinally grumpy
gewgaw gazing guy, geographically germane,
gungho, grave gremlin, grumbling, guiding,
guaranteeing, guerilla gripped gatling guns
ginning gumpshun.
Hello! Herewith halfway harmless hazmat,
haphazard haggard, hectored, hastily,
hurriedly, harriedly hammered, handsomely
hackneyed, heady, hellbent hillbilly, hirsute,
hidden hippie, huffy humanoid, hexed, heady,
Hellenistic, holistic, hermetic, hedonistic
heterosexual *****sapiens historical heirloom,
homeless, hopeful, holy, hee haw heretical hobo.
Indefatigable, iconographic, iconic, idealistic,
idyllic, inimitable, idiosyncratic, ineffable,
irreverently issuing idiotic, indifferent, inert,
ineffectual, ingeniously iniquitous, immaterial,
insignificant, indubitable, inexplicable, ignoble
itches, ineffectually illustriously illuminating
immovable infused ichthyosaurus implanted
inside igneous intrusions immensely
imperturbable improbable.
Giant gained goodbye's glory
Gearing gaps geographically
Growing gluttons' goal.