Best Heartlands Poems

I wander the landscapes of solitude
Unchecked and unhealed,
Beneath heavens speared with bamboo rain,
A blade on my back concealed
Beyond where the eye can envisage and see,
Deserts burning dry,
Beyond where the temples sink in the dust,
Under a storm laden sky.
There is no one to swear allegiance to,
The...

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Where the earth, 
either scorched or drowned,
meets the fire of war 
or the floods of indifference,
where the sky,
once pristine, now flight-scarred,
meets the trawlers and the oil rigs
on the dying sea,
and the righteousness
that you wore as an amulet
became a millstone
that you could not bear.
Where the industrial...

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There is a place called tomorrow
Where this set of politicians
Who claim we elected them
Will all be gone
Even the last trace of their names
Will be no more.
No need naming names
Or pointing fingers at them
You and I know them well.
In that place called tomorrow,
Even their distant seeds...

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And it will be served proudly

Shore to shore, long highways roam undignified
through heartlands of wounded fields, crying
overgrown long of factories closed,
unemployment, crime,  
homes foreclosed on, lives given to dust,
coughed in past dreams now dissipating
along barren horizons, where prosperity 
once flourished and visions found a...

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Loss fills the air
As people queue;
Death can speak

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A common thread
Links us in gloom;
Mindful faces

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Dry humid March
National mourning;
Heavy hearts

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Gratitude speaks
Multi-racial tones;
Heat wave trials

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Gun carriage cortège
Last journey route;
Crowds salute

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Heavy rains fall
People brave downpour;
Final goodbyes

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Public affection
Never seen before;
Singaporean grief

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Six days of heatwave
Hellish hot and humid;
Seventh day torrent

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What a...

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Wandering past bungalows
Sneaking through high covenant areas
Setting servants and dogs barking.

I go home
Desperation crawls in to the heartlands
As dawn crawls in.

Bastards!
They’ve built towers
Everywhere.

Down below I will build a house no bigger than myself
There will be no roof and no walls
I’ll step out into the darkness

If...

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Drumming from the amps, bristling with snares and hooks,
(“I see in your eyes, castles in Spain.”);
Aide memoirs of the past, post-war resurrection, stubbornly,
Wreathed in wires of smoke and delineated by baselines,
(“I see in your eyes, castles in Spain.”);
In the imaginary glare, scrubland plains play host,
The...

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Storyteller weaves his tales
throughout my mind and heart.
He alchemies my leaden days
into golden thoughts.

We soar above the shrinking earth
on word-filled wings at night,
glide on intellectual planes;
it’s Truth we seek to find.

Charting unknown territory
of heartlands, minds and brains,
we plumb the depths of mysteries
that rule cabbages and...

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Steps on mud, a stalking thread,
Red strings wind through dying groves
Where life needs time, to find footing,
Red strings halt hands in greed which hold
The axe of ignorance, the axe which bleeds
A people in flight from homes bulldozed
For one brute mine more, to feed empire
Which jangles...

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Between the fibers 
of this page,
an ancient magic
has been laid


Pressing leaves 
with mystical power,
and kissing the corners 
to grow sunflowers


Cherish a word
a wish or rhyme,
making it grow
deep in your mind


Taking the letters
that are your divine,
weave them into
a master design


Make your own mold
and pour yourself in,
to...

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When all the marbles leave the bag
Fret not, weekend wrangler,
For the beat of your heart 
Wobbles the very Earth

This your wounded year
With waves calling from pier to pier
Rise, rise your gutless cheer!

Fear not the flashing spheres
Running over shadow-patched cracks
Gleaming with the glory of unkept dreams
Sending...

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 was a strolling through the heartlands
and you are in the foliage
Woodlands
When I thought of the woodlands
there are the trees never pining
Death shall never come to the maples
and the peonies never foresting
the burr oak brought such sorrow
Tomorrows

Much I marveled the thorn less butterfly bushes
Take thy...

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On a mild Spring’s night
In the heartlands of Ulster 
A prodigious child was born 
For Ireland, to save her

A man of modest means 
Yet formidable wit
The mystics he joined 
A cause to commit

In poems and paintings
He found self expression 
Yet through a noble pursuit 
Would...

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Where leads the heavy road, please take me there 
On spines of chrome and steel, 
On the silken backs of angels, 
To where the heartlands are so real. 

Where leads the heavy road, please take me now, 
And lay my past to feathered rest, 
And...

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Let destiny create a distance... 
Firestorm of roses will set an inferno...
Arrow goading the scented sceneries. 

Maniac in love, heartlands of homophiles.
Lovely heart cradled in my lover's arms... 

Glass dome saving the last petal...
Canvass the soil for a sepal... 

Eclipse eyes yearning forever this memory,...

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