Best Golden State Poems
~MyTOPIA~
A sip of tea in my Magic Cup.
A fancy bowl for my little pup.
Faraway from a world corrupt.
I found reason and meaning to reconstruct.
By day I live under the perfect sun.
I relive a life where unhappiness~ is undone.
From the time I opened this door my life slowly begun.
I unlocked the purpose that unites us* all as one*
By night I isolate my dreams in my log cabin.
A pillow case made of, worry free feeling of satin.
My harmony keeps me from thoughts so devil-in.
My moon shines in the river with beautiful waves of medieval Latin.
My island based entirely on reason, of insanity hassle.
A sweet paradise entwined by the meshed flower tassel.
My own fantasy surrounded by a flawless pharrell castle.
Governed by my own golden state temple Utopian idea vassal.
by;p.d.
I am a parched and thirsty land
My soil is cracked, dry and lifeless
My fields are fallow and wanting
My farmers agonize and pray for rain
I am the bread basket for many souls
Yet years of drought are exacting their toll
My crops are failing, my wells are running dry
Without water, my land's lifeblood
I will become a wasteland and die
I am a parched and thirsty land
I, the great Golden State, am out of water
I am California.
Written on 2/15/2015
In 2016, the Golden State Warriors returned from the brink of defeat. Down by Oklahoma three games to one, they achieved an incredible feat.
Who would have believed they would shortly share an identical scenario? Yes , they too were defeated when Cleveland portrayed the NBA horror.
Great teams, recovering from sore defeats, believe there's always tomorrow. They learn to rise from the ashes, and dismiss their agony and their sorrow.
Often, if they believe and don't give up, tomorrow may arrive the same day; Like Boston's Brady Bunch, who revived to beat the Falcons in a remarkable way.
And then there were the Cubs, downed by the Indians three games to one. Who would have believed that Cleveland would go on to win none?
05082017 PS; Contest, Sports Shorts, Joseph Soper
I applaud you, my homeland...this Golden State!
From Coronado Island...to the Golden Gate
We live on the edge of a continent...
With masses of land that stretch out to the sea
One can lie on the beach...and drink in the breeze
Our glorious coastline, the Central Valley and more..
Mighty redwoods so tall, where the eagles can soar
Don't forget all the wonders of our National Parks
Lassen, Sequoia, Point Reyes on the shore...
Death Valley temps hit the highest marks!!...
But the best, by far...
Is Yosemite Valley, our glorious star!
Freeways and traffic.... (oh dear)....L. A. has smog!!
Travel magnificent Hwy 1, but you'll drive in the fog
In the far northern state you will find MY house!!
And way down south.............lives MICKEY MOUSE !!!! :)
For Rick's contest
I Applaud You !!
Time And Space
In the class rooms from the very first grade,
we played with trucks and toys in the sand box
We learned side by side to read, write, and do math
At recess, we took to the swings and merry go rounds
We were just boys, so far removed from becoming men
For a long while, it was simply about friendships and sports
At seventeen, separation began as I set sail in search of my new world
Years passed and opportunities knocked; the space between us stretched
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives
Some of us went North, searching for a better life in The Windy City
There were a few who stayed close to home, in their familiar South.
Dreaming of sweet fruits, some went East toward The Big Apple.
And me? I went every direction until settling West, where eagles nest.
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives.
From 2000 miles away, I have sadly gone to too many funerals.
Does knowing the ‘pain of distance’ make a difference? Only God knows.
From a distance, I have gladly returned for far too few family reunions.
For nearly forty years, from The Golden State, I have visited family and friends.
But I have been partitioned from friends, unseen since early childhood.
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives.
06092016 PS Contest, Distant Things, by John Lawless
America By the Square Foot
We here in this part of the country,
love God and stand for the flag.
We here in this part of the country,
honor the military,
help widows and orphans...
and tar and feather,
lowlife liars,
posing as Politian's,
for the betterment
of erasing all things
worth believing in
or standing up for.
If you want to know my state,
my county, my city or town,
it is not far from where you live.
Where you have taken up residence,
behind walls that we paid for,
and think we will be okay,
with continuing to dish out cash to,
as you put US(a) out into the streets,
covered with the dung of humans.
Creating new jobs in your neighborhood,
is to apply for the cleanup squad.
They should have called the Ghostbusters,
and consumed the ectoplasm that has
invaded ALL of the golden state,
taking away its shine forever.
Read your history,
silly rich folk.
It did not go well for the elite of Europe,
as they fell to plague and disaster,
at the hands of their own stupidity,
now repeated...
embracing leprosy,
typhus,
hepatitis,
measles,
and the new sickness,
racism and hypocrisy rampant...
among the elite,
currently in office.
Barbara
Funny, empathetic, introspective and shy
Daughter of Dick and Mollie
Lover of babies, music and ice cream
Saddened by abuse, disabilities and hunger
Afraid of snakes, porta- potties and a lingering death
Would love to see Paris, Rebirth of a strong America and my parents once more
Live in the Golden State, California
Gorelick
Another one for Andrea D.
Imagine a vast vat of liquid
Covering 5 football fields
33 feet deep in manure
Think of the energy yields
When big piles are seen
Of manure all green
Most people just see piles of crap
But if truth be told
It's a pile of pure gold
When you siphon off gasses you trap
On a dairy farm in Golden State
Experts on gas sit and wait
They push poop in a hole
Cover it like a bowl
And just let the gas ruminate
With nearly 2 million cows in this far western state
You have to admit the potential is great
Just getting these cows to be hole-potty trained
Will yield a great deal of cow-poop methane
And the methane gas gathered this way
Can be sold to the grid so they say
So the smell's not quite honey
It's the smell of good money
And we've finally made gas passing pay
So that's what this company did
With some cows and a hole with a lid
With a scoop and a scrub
And this gigantic tub
Cows are now passing gas to the Grid
Mdailey
They came
They marched
They honoured
Their newly crowned monarch
on Coronation Day
King Charles the third
and Camilla his Queen
in the Golden State Coach
the World for to see
Their marching
Not one single foot out of place
Their music
Was truly spectacular
So before they go
I hope they know
to each one I say
on this auspicious day
~
despite the rain
~
despite the cloud
~
Today I felt so very proud
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FOR NO ONE DOES IT BETTER…
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Written on 6th May 2023
After witnessing King Charles 111 and Queen Camilla’s Coronation
and the incredible feat of the marching troupes who were truly spectacular
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1217 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
7th Place in Brian's PREMIERE contest
California is Drying
California is drying up they say
this drought
only needs another year before
California
is a sun dried tomato
California
is cracked clay of a dry river bed
California
is like the white salty residue my sweat leaves
when i am dehydrated
riding my bike
through the soul sucking heat
California has 1 year of water left
and people still stand in the heat
and wastewater
on their greedy green grass lawns
you cannot eat grass
California known for farming
citrus fruits and
endless fields of grapes for wine
avocados and almonds
hydroponic pot plants and hops for craft beer
If you drive through
Central Californian farms
All the trees are dead
all the people are gone
all the dust is kicked up
all of the lush farmland
is now a desert
and our government sucks us dry
and we suck once fertile California dry
the once proud Golden State
falls apart in my hands like a petrified fossil.
Drifting by variegated green banks,
Moving water in all shades of blue.
A trout flashing his silver sides,
The setting sun in a golden hue.
The brown of restless rocky bottom,
Shadowed eddies beaded with black.
Wiley otters play in shades of grey,
A wood duck with gilded red on it’s back.
The Klamath River a kaleidoscope of color,
One of the last wild rivers in this “golden” state.
California once crowned by natural beauty,
Safeguard what remains… before it’s to late.
Already the month
of August 2018,
May never become
a je June'm
(Forget-me-not)
time of year,
especially for nouveau
homeless and,
penniless residents,
(now more like worrier),
who reside in the
(burnt to a crisp)
Golden State where,
towering uncontrollable
wild fire infernos veer
really did tax mental,
physical, and spiritual
oye vey iz mare (to
the bajillion power
of Google Plex) their
heirlooms, mementos,
and trappings of
das kapital lifestyle
went up in smoke,
which tragedy didst seer
the eyes (yes, iz traumatic,
but also the air)
looms with toxic
particulate matter,
though concerned former
propertied owners
(now ashen faced)
as utter grief doth rear
a scorched (bumping) ugly head,
yet the onset of Autumn,
(and the main
purport of this poem)
(oh my dog, that twill be
in approximately three weeks,
when Eastern Orthodox Church
denotes beginning of ecclesiastical
annum mull house
for straight or *****
(these times opening
doors to LGBT, or GLBT
(an initialism that
stands for lesbian,
gay, bisexual, and transgender),
nonetheless history
replete with app pear
chock full of factoids such as:
September (Latin septem,
"seven") with near
exhaustive steeped in
pagan glory of antiquity.
Ancient Roman observances
for September include:
Ludi Romani, originally celebrated
September 12 - September 14,
later extended to
September 5 to September 19.
In 1st century BC, an extra day added
in honor of deified
Julius Caesar on 4 September.
Epulum Jovis held: September 13.
Ludi Triumphales held: September 18–22.
Septimontium celebrated September, and
December 11 on later calendars
September called "harvest month"
in Charlemagne's calendar.
September corresponds partly to
Fructidor and partly to Vendémiaire
of first French republic.
On Usenet, September 1993
(Eternal September) never ended.
September called Herbstmonat,
harvest month, in Switzerland.
The Anglo-Saxons called
month Gerstmonath,
barley month, that crop
then usually harvested.
“Women can change better’n a man,” Ma said soothingly. “Woman got all her life in her arms. Man got it all in his head.”
“Man, he lives in jerks-baby born an’ a man dies, an’ that’s a jerk-gets a farm and looses his farm, an’ that’s a jerk. Woman, its all one flow, like a stream, little eddies, little waterfalls, but the river, it goes right on.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
She is a River
She flows from the hearts of the people
In the hope of preserving justice for all
On the battle-scarred Potomac
Where we became a nation
With her brave and unselfish history of law and order
Her tributaries lead through the deltas
Of the San Joaquin and Sacramento
Bending and stretching with assurance
Curving through the fruitful valleys
Of the golden state of promise
As she rose to the heights of public service
She rolls along the mighty Mississippi
Tendering southern resistance along the Missouri
In the heartland of the American farmer
Who has forgotten the words of equity
She channels rushing into a new economy
Diving into the waters of the Hudson
Unafraid of the rich and wealthy corporations
And its leaders that have exploited the common man
She runs with strength and fortitude
Surging with the untamed rapids of conviction
Where the headwaters of the great Columbia
Blends with the Snake River
Where the wilderness and our historical presence
Will be cherished and unabused
She forges through the frozen tributaries with
Her communion to the uninviting wilderness of the Yukon
And the tropical warmth of Hanalei rivers
Becoming the spirit of great explorers who have made America
The heartland of discovery
And in reaching the oceans of disparity
She breaches our common boundaries
Flowing beyond the seas with diplomacy and civility
To find the rest of the world as a worthy friend
So that the rivers of democracy find a resting place
She is a river of life and the world as we know it
Her tides and eddies nurture all that is truthful, kind and just
Harnessing the power of democracy for us all
She is the watershed for the world
That unifies us together as one
Two unknown strangers paired together to be in love but to only realized it was really untrue
love baby oh baby oh I love you this endlessly love you are the one who parallel with me side by side you point in the right direction you are the reason why I am smiling from ear to ear/ you made me better/ my renaissance the key to my heart. That was good old days now it’s just another off day
I don’t care about this lost anymore
“You better forget it” I can’t find easy love no more motivational speeches from you I am riding along these big gold wheels trying make that big leap back to the golden state bridge/I just came close to the edge I had to close my eyes and take another day off / How about now?/you upset me because I am unattached to you/ see you wasn’t focus on me you were to close with your EX/ You to wanted rekindle your past love while we were both together now we are both unpaired I hope you find that pot of gold you were looking for now I see you on the other side of the Bay/ Yeah i can you looking.
One moment to be
This moment I breathe
Put on glasses & glance to see
As I say I'm sweating success &
decree
Woahw,they be looking for
faults
I'm choking over their words
Charge me with herts not volts
This mind is for goodness God
molds
Now Of late I barely see my
path
I was on a quest to finding
Thabo
But he was locked in a cage of
wrath
Living dark-light from sorrow
I feed this seed within my soul
I circulate this hallow doubtful
hole
I consist of fire from life's hard
coal
This heart is iced up as south
pole
Criticized like some public
opinion poll
Success is my only option
Failure's not
Not "gentleman"-he went for
adoption-I now take the big
shot.
prosperity & I are tying the knot
No love in my life's court
As long as there's breathe
within this simple body
I shall lose myself through lights
with Phalodi
I'll find myself in aftermath's
recovery
Then Testify of this path as a
new discovery
I lost fate
But still I remain great
So I seek no mate
losing me Is a gate
Leading me to escalate
..To a new golden state