Best Hinterlands Poems
Deeper still the Woodland calls me
Further yet, she lures, enthralls me
Hapless I, with charms she hauls me
To her unknown hinterlands.
Up, I see the forest giants
Standing tall in self-reliance
Ancient, gnarled, in defiance
Weathering the winter's hands.
Down, I see leaves, fallen, floating
To which place, they are unknowing
In the streamlet's eddies flowing
Dancing to an ageless tune.
Further on, I gaze in wonder
As a river falls in thunder
Misting torrents cascade under
Slanting rays of afternoon.
Scattered rocks are graced with flowers
Breathing in perennial showers
On the brink of Nature's towers
Far above the bustling towns.
Never could an earthly City
Paint a picture half so pretty
Not could sing such lovely ditty
As the Woodland's captive sounds.
In my ear they whisper softly
Whistling bird and peaks so lofty
"Whither went, and for what sought ye
When ye left this tangled space?
For ye find here scenes of splendour
Vistas grande in awesome grandeur
Rugged views they be, or tender
Never could ye leave this place"
For to me she is appealing
I and she, both glances stealing
Lost in unknown depths of feeling
As I see her changing face.
Far from wild clamour ringing
I can hear the crickets singing
See the points of starlight gleaming.
Never would I leave this place.
Categories:
hinterlands, bird, imagery, mountains, nature,
Form:
Personification
Galloping within the nights of her innocence
he raced around the field fire chasing the heat of equine glee,
the horn of his head, a wizard's weapon and a witch's wish
with which a poison may be whimpered and youth enriched with longer laugh,
rose gold gilding on the supernatural spike ribboned with ribs of silver spells,
sensing the magic of her intuitive love the beast of God's bridge halts,
her eyes pretty in patient approach, his alert with admiring admonition,
they tresspass upon each other by exhalation of warm airy awe
whirling from their mouths, measuring the elation of frienship newly carved,
although invited to mount, the Maiden rubs her chin along his velvet nose,
fingers glide through the mane like breeze through willow branches, he huffs from joy,
in a gesture of supplication she kneels to the Unicorn's lead leg, one arm around
and a hand of healing pressed against his ripened chest, be restless and alone no more,
nibbling her ear in acceptence she giggles at the thought of adventure's anxiety,
leaping like an angel possessed with purpose for playful liaisons,
his back forming a saddle of supple security for her healthy frame, they join naturally,
she names him Azyerbel and he rears in rejoice at the grip of her knees,
riding into hinterlands of history unborn, they share courage known only to legends -
J.A.B. written in honor of, and for PD.'s Unicorn Birthday Contest 2012 -
Happy Birthday my Sphinx -
Categories:
hinterlands, fantasy, birthday,
Form:
Epic
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 that dare
Shall whisper those names in fear.
There, our government will be
Occupied by those we actually chose
To represent our interest as a people
Not marionettes brought forward by any party.
A government that will clearly
Define our economic system
And regulate it with sound policies.
There is a place called tomorrow
Where every Nigerian life
Will be held sacred as it should be.
Where there will be
Dignity of labour and
No man will be enslaved again
Where all the hinterlands
Will be linked to the heartlands
With love and respect
For man and the environment.
In that place called tomorrow,
Our enterprises and agencies
Shall wear a human face
Not bureaucratised in
Bureaucratic bureaucratese
So that resources can be explored
Rather than exploited
For commerce to thrive.
There is a place called tomorrow
A place where we will look
At the children’s faces and see
Joy, laughter, beauty and innocence.
Not pain, hunger and criminality.
Where everyone will be
His brother’s keep
So that together we may conquer
Insecurity or the fear of it.
In that place call tomorrow,
Families shall gather together again
To eat breakfast and/or dinner.
I desire so much that day when
We all would have realized that
We were first humans
Before we belonged to any tribe
Or religion
Before we attained any status
We were first humans.
So everyone will be respect
For who they are
And not necessarily what they are.
In deed there is
A place called tomorrow
Where all we desire will be
Yet it is in us fight
To make that tomorrow be.
Categories:
hinterlands, faith, people, recovery from...,
Form:
Free verse
I've heard it said that if all the people
who ever lived and died, were buried together,
it would fill the size of Spain.
No gazpacho, no El Greco
No Flamenco and no Bolero
Just row upon row, with nowhere to go
on a Saturday night
Dead all over, nothing to do
Of course Guernica might fit in
as would certainly, the Inquisition
overseen by some church patrician
staking out his historical place
in God's eyes, of liturgical grace
But who would be then accepting
a place of Conquistadors amors
if all the American continents
couldn't be relied on to be invaded?
There's still the rest of Europe.
But stones and dates of birth and death
as far to horizon as can be seen
would be enough to put anybody off
Pablo Casals and his pals would
flee for less shaded climes
and maybe start again, in Portuguese
Pamplona's bulls unknown to run
would only be cast in marbled stone
above the heads of political deads,
world-famous and anonymous unknowns
So perhaps it's best to strew the gone
over on and around the world beyond
continental lands to north and south
to spread the wealth by word and mouth
We all in time will, without exception
join the breathless dance of sleep
Leave the Iberian Peninsula to
Basques, the Castilians and Catalans
The lifeless can lie in hinterlands
peering up from past the Pyrenees
© Goode Guy 2013-07-27
Categories:
hinterlands, death, introspection, life,
Form:
Narrative
oft times ('specially
these latter un-sainted days and nights)
death doth haunt me zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
crowds out purposeful thinking
in the twitching mind kempf
paradigm of this atheist
hence, he betook himself
to this MacBook Pro,
while swiss side dull ideations
for professional intercession, could not wait
asper affecting s cathartic,
emetic, harmonic tete a tete
and providing a meaningful surrogate
to expunge morbid mental state
accessed Open Office
and let fingers (of left hand) do talking heads
to an imaginary therapist
across this qwerty keyboard
allowing, enabling, and
at the quickest typing rate
striving to cap cha dismal, gloomy,
and ill lust tree us deplorable mood aye e quate
with pitching into a bottomless abyss where pate
fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO –
a last repast the grim reaper did orchestrate
gluten free, an extra heavy dose
of monosodium gluti Nate
which ingredient doth BuzzFeed thine appetite
for total mortal exter minate
'thou no need fermi to rush,
where angels fear to tread, cuz but better late
than never, the apothegm, credo, ethos...Kate
(the caterer maintains an open exit from life,
and cares only that each soul doth feel elan,
joi de vivre, and psalm times
a leaper chants, ecstatically finally
gustatory humming dont jubilate
for your final homecoming, or else
the mailer daemon lived
a devilish life will instigate
a de coup age d'etat, but such extreme
measure for measure heed doth hate
yet exceptions always made for a date
particularly when henchmen to die for
golden opportunity
to snatch a generic guy a create
an underground soiree will cease,
when ashes master
of hell raising circumstances twill use as bait
let underground missionary be my advocate.
Categories:
hinterlands, absence, angst, conflict, dark,
Form:
Fishes are water-locked, or so it seems
But some fish can soar on fins as wings
They zoom up fast, bursting right through
the surface, flying up into the air,
Soaring in gliding flight above the waves.
Flying in air is fabulous for fish.
They feel the wind in their faces, scales ruffled.
They see the sky and sun beaming clear and bright
or see the eerie moon and stars, flying at night.
Nearshore the landscapes are stunning:
Rocky headlands brown and dry
Hinterlands green and lush
Rock shelves covered in foam and pools
Beaches yellow and bright, fringed with breaking waves.
Then there's the boats; you have to watch out for those
Otherwise you'll flip and flap on deck till you die.
It is sad when speed drops and flight is over with a splash,
and the waves gather the flying
'Fish Flingers' back into their watery medium.
Categories:
hinterlands, sea,
Form:
Free verse
The hearts that do not beat
Quiet in the viaduct;
A steeled echo husked
Alchemic clones vastly entreat.
I slipped you a talking pill
As the loam, pulsing dust of cars
Filled up on dark shofars.
I slip on an unwritten will.
Eerie green bolts fill the firmament;
Arbor confusion hangs an effigy
Inviting the serial hinterlands decree
To dream green seals the parchment.
The serrated squid with a man's face
Opens its serpent eyes, preemptive;
Swamp spirits deliberate a redemptive
blue hesper corroding Man's one race.
I am Electricity—I laugh at thunder
Bellowing at my helm, unaware
That electricity is not all I share
With my unseen body: Heark Asunder.
Gryphons, gargoyles and cornsilk eyes
Trifecta on the organ: my song
Of deafness slides into deep wrong,
As a wish to eradicate all a wish denies.
Our hearts unlocked that haste to bleed
inky filth in the sleeping bag,
plush lips imparting terror gag
at pitch-lit bones' fireless greed.
Categories:
hinterlands, horror, surreal,
Form:
Quatrain
She chuckles like the sun and strikes into every soul like an arrow
She Glitters like the black stones of the cradle land
No man resists her sight
No female born of nature match her beauty
At dawn,
Eyes take the on your mark position to see
Androids ready for prints and pencils fueled for portraits
Admired and beats of diva parade the minds of *****sex
We need not visit a red mat display they murmur
Mirror to all atoms of cultural heritage
Eloquent at thy activities
Coil from the falls of Mungo and shocks off the hinterlands of Manyu
She Inhales from the botanic of victoria
Fortunate are tribe kins
Cause she is one of her kind
Categories:
hinterlands, africa, beauty, black african
Form:
ABC
"Will you sing for my soul?"
Oh no,..."if I'm lost will you search for my whereabout?",
Thank God I made no vowed show,
Storms of existence always tell me of an hideout,
"I will never open door of my love for you to go out",
she said with a brightened face,
We both didn't know it will end this way,
You had my virtue swallowed in dismay,
Later after that day,you're now potruded with wrong decision,
There are reasons why all creations bring to me support,
"It's all about loyalty",weary you're shot,
They made me understand what is meant by faithfulness,
But,you'll tell me you're human,
And erring is for everyone,
Trivially,you can care of what we fought for,
"...or you weren't rightful for me?",
Those hinterlands that we laboured for Greenfield,
Tears streaming down my cheeks is powerful than the pain filled,
The better place I traveled speculatively to is no more,
Why tell me you were serious when you knew before us will be dull?
A split of time you've wasted all our years,
My name is fierce,
And my bone is rotting in my body,
Yet still I'm walking with nobody,
If nothing would be refixed,then free me,
All bloodshed is not about ammunition,
The time flowers sprung love wasn't lost among us,
Seduction in your mouth tried to prolong us,
Take this as a chance to find new lover,
Music has ruled over the entire life of me,
Lucifer wasn't my trainer,
I can't lie,...in a better sleep,
Behind a piano I play my feelings with ease,
But with little space,...you'll be a recital in what I have for you,
Only if the parcel presents us with affectionate food,
Like River Jordan,wash a dude,
Because,I wasn't sure you could find me,
Take me there to your resting place,
I'm found,...you're felt...
Yes,...Heaven got melt
Here we're now curled.
Categories:
hinterlands, beauty,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Zephyr carried fragrance from yonder lands
Sussuration during frondscence of my dreams
Rainbow ballads upon dewy petals
Soft sunrays splash down on shy petals
Songbirds share folklores of hinterlands
I collect stardust from my escaping dreams
To sketch rhymes in my dreams within dreams
In river of milky way I floated my emotions petals
To reach beyond horizons to my lover's land
19/02/2019
Categories:
hinterlands, beautiful, flower, love,
Form:
Tritina
Sumatran Rhinos are listed as, critically endangered
and are now classified as, “functionally extinct”
as they are only seen in zoos, for their genes to be preserved
but the death of two subspecies, makes them so distinct
Sumatran Rhinos used to live, on Borneo and Sumatra islands
and are the smallest, of the living Asian Rhinos
These Rhinos have two horns, very unique to these hinterlands
and their long hair relates them to, the ancient Woolly Rhino
Poaching of Rhino horns, are sold on the black market
for medicine and ornaments, that makes them a big target
and the biggest markets, are in China and Vietnam
as the greed of money, is a worldwide human scam
Categories:
hinterlands, animal, beautiful, earth, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Homeward James: by Bill
For the king hath arisen
nsync with royal couture
decked out and bedizened
to the nines resplendent blindingly,
I telly you to envision
colorful dress exploding,
qua gaudy flashy
gold flecked fission,
this quotidian get
up courtesy commoners
copious colossal co-gent
coffers, stoking inquisition
condemning criminals
(predominantly crude
crepuscular Cro-
Magnon like creatures)
amidst a bloody
sea of crimson
and clover, where within usurped
hinterlands, there flourishes
enslavement jurisdiction
hard (heart sell) earned manumission
thru sworn fealty to attend
willy nilly, and
pamper ruling powers,
sans whimsical nocturnal necessitation,
especially eunuch horns
dill agent allegiance,
asper unquestioned prurient qualification
eventually (meaning soul posthumously,
quintessentially, and
subsequently) acquiring redemption,
plus bridging the gulf
between life and death,
viz longed for unification
as penultimate non plus
ultra holy communion
despite disparate, distinct,
and diverse denomination
afterlife automatically bespeaks,
concedes, and decrees equalization
erasing mortal edicts
against fraternization,
whereat atheist and/or orthodox
religious attain graduation
figuratively hewing eternal
(fashioning noteworthy Gabriel)
angelic exhaltation heavenly melodies
exhorting glorious habituation
incorporating individuals
into idealogical institution.
Categories:
hinterlands, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Ah what fair moan
laden fantasy lassitude looms
large if this
chaste ole buoy got cornered
into an alleyway
by a bevy of beefy
buxom babes dead set
on hounding this
doggone codger anyway
shape or form eying
sole asylum madly
sprinting thru a narrow
cookie cutter archway
overlooking a multilane beltway
risky business risking
life and limb leaping
the immense height to
make a breakaway
inevitably configuring myself
into unrecognizable
Rorschach Test, when
ganged up by goo goo dolls
suddenly become permanently faraway
unless of course some fluke,
disguised a big yellow bird
rescues yours truly talons linkedin
to flesh pot, a gateway
timed perfectly with
what I surmised
as doomed getaway,
though while dangling aloft
(imagining myself sanity clause)
minus the reindeer sleigh trademark
accouterment and nary a giveaway,
but no idea when...
aerial salvation halfway
to destination thinking,
perchance mebbe adventure
will comprise entering
a wormhole hatchway,
an out of this world experience,
and without doubt
the most remote hideaway,
a thought raced thru my mind
this captive within
hinterlands of space/time
could be heading
along the highway
to hell, no matter where pathway
takes this beastie boy
even if fate somehow
finds me in Rockaway
or possibly alternate
universe of said placename
nothing infuses Earthling
with greater excitement
than feeling like a
truant proud runaway
entranced by the infinite skyway
analogous to ascending stairway
to heaven, only for
this celestial stowaway
that does land him
smack dab straightaway
into a parallel dimension wafting
my buttonose with decor of dames
intent to commence
cupid ditty underway
coon scent of woman actually
ache'n since commencement
of this "FAKE" quasi poem.
Categories:
hinterlands, blessing, celebration, courage, dream,
Form:
Free verse
a death of a kind
for she lives in her body
but the girl I knew is gone
scraped away by any narcotic
providing numbness
and then
off to the hinterlands
living as a gypsy she is sober
she is
alive
I made this trade to keep her alive
although
no longer
my girl
I stepped back to respect her choices
although I miss her voice
and her kind eyes
god, what will get her sober
let her go
let her go
into the arms of a man that will kill her
but she lives
breathing air too far away for me to share
I have my cups of tea
alone
Categories:
hinterlands, daughter
Form:
Free verse
That was then this is now
What an irony that was then this is now
Our silences never felt scarcity of words
And now we search our lost silence
In our heated conversations
With love we placed our stares
On each other's faces
To guard them
When the shafts of sun
Came to steal sparkles from them
To enlighten this world of gloom
Footprints in our hearts
That our love had designed
Are slowly fading away with angry tides crashing on shores
Slowly hold of silken love strings
Is slipping from our lacerated hearts
Bleeding by the aim of dart our words aimed
Our romantic long walks are reversing
To return to our sombre home
Home,that never was
Until we erected roof of tender love
To save from rain of ego
Supine we shared dreams
And with laughters morphed them to everlasting memories
We drew on our gray slate
With chalk of happy times
But brontide slowly shortened distance
To rumble in full flare
Sleet then entered the cracks we hid from each other
To trap our reflections in solitude mirror
Faded as tints of yellow brick route after torrential rains
Skylarks serenading it's love for spring of love
Flew to hinterlands
Uncountable adoring adjectives that our mute voices held
Have all fallen
In dungeon filled with darkness of ignorance
23/01/2019
Categories:
hinterlands, heart, heartbreak, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Free verse