Best Kilometres Poems
Tree of Life, stands in
A place completely free of
Water, and survives
This unique tree stands alone in the desert, about 2 kilometres (1.2 mi) from the Jebel
Dukhan, the highest point in Bahrain. It is considered a Natural Wonder.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/places.php
Five years was their prediction of my lifespan.
Approaching forty-five,
I have a lot to show and less to say.
Photography was never my thing
But I have the most impactful photo of the Earth.
a blurry dot in a sunbeam
Six billion kilometres away.
Crawling through space
at 61,500 kilometres in an hour,
I'll soon lose my makers
to the darkness of space;
and meet my maker(s)
in the darkness of space.
But my voyage will not end
as I have a new friend to meet.
In forty thousand years,
I'll see a friend I only know as
AC+79 3888.
through the fringes of our solar system,
In the nihility of space,
I stand as a testament
of Humans, their ingenuity
and mainly of their underestimation
23.3 billion kilometres
That's how far home is.
But I am home;
Just not the one where I was made.
They thought I'll be a small but significant "Voyager"
I think they were wrong.
Born wearing ballet shoes
without knowing,
far in the deep nature,
in the Sakhalin Islands,
a ballet star opened his eyes
for the first time.
Warmed by the love of his
family, he grew up happy
until his life changed.
He travelled without ballet shoes to Riga,
where he saw a new beginning,
still warmed by his mum.
A beautiful blond seven year old boy
started to be rebellious.
A worried mum took him to a ballet school.
He started to dance in an old Soviet school
with many others without names by then.
His ballet shoes fit him so well
that made his jumps popular
all over the world.
Swam Lake, the Nutcracker...
All the best performances for one dancer to be danced.
He flew away to a new country
looking for liberty, which he found for a while.
Money, which he never had before,
opened many doors for him,
as well as popularity and freedom.
Long wings for dreaming above the poor life he had.
Long wings for a beautiful bird
that didn't know how to fly.
Instead he prefered to be keeping fit at day,
showing his best face to be display for the others, but drowning in a glass of miseries and memories mixed
who knows with.
He lost his ballet shoes at the age of 45,
not far from the sea,
kilometres away from his home.
Alone, without anyone knowing,
even his "best friends",
he left this world,
and he didn't know how loved he was,
but the whole world wonders why
we didn't love him before.
I know that I have called this a sonnet, and I recognise that it falls short of such an esteemed form, but it is my first attempt, please forgive me.
in SUPPORT of GOOGLE'S SELF DRIVE CAR
a black tarmac warrior
a technology killing humanity worrier
plotting a course at one hundred kilometres an hour
his fatigued mind begins to wander
they want to take away his freedom
to replace his skills and wisdom
superseding his brain with one of silicon
technology supplanting humanity beyond his reason
Isaac and I Robot showed the way
when with technology protecting humanity we will rue the day
while his mind remains resolute, his car begins to sway
because humanity in control is the only way
then in his old age, his is the first generation
with no licence, but independent automated motion
The augury of him in Crimea was so
That Ekaterina said she was tired of sandwiches
But I did have black tea, black Latvian bread with her black Ikra near Black Sea
Hundreds of kilometres from Kiev and from Moscow in Odessa where heresy breaches
I beated her wings in no confinement,in no vituperation
She flew flower to flower to no destination
She knew I was a drinking son of pride straightaway
And I apprised me that she was a drunk daughter of arrogance having me in sway
At night on table when Putin came with my rassolnik
And said that he had seen many earthquakes being not born a Japanese geek
I felt in my bedroom her shenanigan moves
A carefully preserved time capsule in grooves
Rubbers burnt got her season
and wheels vulcanized got his prison
Dudley Castle and Kremlin cannot be friends
With Timoshenkos pillaging appetites in trusses and bends
Keep your red gown for the right time Ekaterina
For I have eaten all meats-that of a pig, of a cow,horse and bear
And eschew my emotions like a ballerina
A square,a quadrilateral,a rhombus and a parallelogram are not the same when each buccaneer
Vladimirs have always condescended bloody Mirs of Dagestan
In the duel between Russian charlottes and Turkish harems
The fishing villages of acrimony and Satan
I will not count Ekaterina`s eggs for my child`s Ukrainian mother in tandems
Vocabulary used
Ikra-Russian caviar in poetry`s context its the black caviar or fish eggs.
Rassolnik- is a traditional Russian soup made from pickled cucumbers, pearl barley, and pork or beef kidneys. A vegetarian variant of rassolnik also exists. The dish is known to have existed as far back as the 15th century, when it was called kalya
LIFE
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the love of my life, life,
its depth, its range, how rife.
from high up in the air,
to here and there, to where
life finds a niche, takes hold!
from small, to big and bold!
long to tall, thin like thread,
take care where you might tread!
life not seen on the ground,
look hard, it can be found.
you might need a gem loop
to stoop you must, to scoop,
a gem of life so small
no lens, not seen at all
a wasp less than a mill
so cool what a great thrill
life, large, so big, so huge
no tree, no whale, do muse
a fun guy ate with meat
in soup, like life, a treat!
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2/6/18
Entered in '120 words' - Poetry Contest sponsored by Silent One
Point of interest:
Fun guy, fungi, personified! For those who don't know: A species of fungi found in the forests of North America can exceed 6 kilometres in diameter, but less than a mil at its thinnest and not much over at its thickest. It is the true fungi.
Mushrooms, toadstools, are its fruiting bodies. Hyphal being their root-like structure, which produces their fruit. One other interesting point is that they are considered scientifically, to be closer to animals than plants, what say the Veegans?
It was midday, just before the end of spring and sunlight had conquered everything. Despite the heat, the leafy pergola above his mother's yard enclosed them in her natural cool shade. The sea was but some kilometres away, but the very idea of its presence invested the warm breeze with a soft aura. Some essence of the first flowery fragrances still lingered in the air and flowed downwards to meet the smell of fresh grass and the intense aroma of lemon and orange blossoms in the lower garden. The white bunches of the acacia blossoms sent their penetrating perfume up to their nostrils and exploded halfway upon encountering that irresistible redolence of the lilac on the hedge. How could one find the strength to get up from the chair when held captive by spring-tide?
So they lingered in their embrace, nested in the cobble-yard, facing the tall wide-ledge windows, as if caught in the midst of a fairy circle made up of smells, colours and the feeling of each-other's tender presence.
He kissed her cheeks and he felt them like soft velvet peaches, he smelled her hair and thought he had plunged into a field decked with chamomile.
Funny. The feeling came back as vivid as ever, every time he touched the faded little picture in the family album. So black and white. Unlike the memory of his daughter in it.
Archontoula Alexandropoulou
March 9, 2015
The Tribute To Jennifer
In a small church on a hill, there are a group of people standing
in silence as they say goodbye to a loved one, who they will all miss.
We will start this tale from the beginning, it was nearing Christmas
And Jennifer and her friends were partying at her house, everything
was going fine, the turkey in the oven and the stockings set for Santa's
Visit, the mother and father went out, so they could all have a good time
As the evening progressed Jimmy, Jennifer's boyfriend said they needed
Some more drinks, so he wanted Jennifer to come with him to the bottle
Shop, she decided to go with him while the rest of the crowd partied on.
They got in the car and travelled down the road about two kilometres
As they were approaching the traffic lights, a car pulls alongside them
Jimmy was an impulsive type who loved the challenge to a road race,
But they were both unaware what was to happen next, as the intruding
Car pushes through the lights, they both excellerate into the night by
Now they were speeding around 80kph, they are followed by a police car
So they both go faster, the intruder flees to the right while Jimmy tries
To stop but the brakes fail, causing the car to vere off the road crashing
Into a light pole, Jimmy's face is lacerated, but when he looks towards
Jennifer, she is badly hurt, the policeman calls for an ambulance to take
His girlfriend to hospital, he is taken to the police station to make a
Statement and to later see his girlfriend at the hospital, however the
Telephone rings to tell Jimmy that Jennifer had passed away, Jimmy was
Found to have a large blood alcohol reading and was arrested; they
Let Jimmy out to go to Jennifer's funeral, Jimmy felt so guilty about
What he had done, he has lost his wonderful girlfriend over being so
Foolish while driving the car, his Christmas was blackened and he would
Never forgive himself for what he had done, on the day of the funeral
He broke down into tears along with his family and friends as they all
Left the cemetary in the church, very saddened at the loss of Jennifer.
This is her story and the moral to it is to never drink and always
Be responsible when you are driving a car, this is the tribute to Jennifer.
sea life havens
red grouper swim
octopi hide
…coral playgrounds
Mariana
world’s deepest trench
first sightings made
…unknown species
* The Mariana Trench or Marianas Trench is located in the western Pacific Ocean about 200 kilometres (124 mi) east of the Mariana Islands; it is the deepest natural trench in the world. It is a crescent-shaped trough in the Earth's crust averaging about 2,550 km (1,580 mi) long and 69 km (43 mi) wide.
Written September 6, 2019
For Charles Messina’s Charlie-Quadku Poetry Contest
Bamboo vines swaying
Sunlit hours casting shadows;
Darkness swallows light
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Eyelids fluttering
Fatigue closes window blinds;
Dreamy landscapes call
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku moment blooms
One transcendental fragment;
Frozen time reveals
~~~~~~~~~
Raindrops streaking lines
Lightning camera flashing;
Still life photo shot
~~~~~~~~~
Marathon runner
Forty-two kilometres;
Adrenaline rush
~~~~~~~~~
Fruit shop vendor styles
Pink watermelon smiles curl;
Ear to ear aglow
~~~~~~~~~
Old granddad neighbour
Knee surgery aftermath;
Pain loiters limping
~~~~~~~~~~
Starbucks coffee brew
Caffeine fix for blurry eyes;
Workday exfoliates
~~~~~~~~~~
Dangerous curves tempt
Fast and furious viral catch;
Insidious intent
~~~~~~~~~
Fickle fancy flings
Picture stakes a thousand words;
No birds sing today
~~~~~~~~~
Glimpse of beauty bright
Shadows evaporate fast;
Promise of new day
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 April 2015
Singapore
You tuft-eared Lynx
Once wild and free in home habitat
You became a specimen of science
Specimen BC-03-M-02
Captured near Kamloops Canada
Caged and sent to Colorado
To sire babies and enrich gene pools.
But once released they couldn’t keep you!
You yearned for home and family
Felt an urge to trek homeward-bound
You started a cross-border marathon
A travel odyssey of 2000 kilometres!
Leaping through sunsets and sunrises,
Clawing to alpine views
You snatched your padded paws
From speeding Michelins.
I think you were a marathon hero like Terry Fox
Whose Marathon of Hope raised money
To find a cure for cancer.
Your run was a Marathon of Hope for Habitat
To secure a home for wildlife,
Safe from human desecration
You both perished short of your dreams
Struck down by cell suburbs
Replicating to the loss of habitat and limb.
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Breaking news,
Bamff National Park,
Tag identified,
Rode kill
BC-03-M-02
There’s a magical place in Klevan
A beauty spot in Ukraine
It’s called the tunnel of love
Where lovers wish away
The scenes are so romantic
With evergreen tree’s that arch
Where couples walk right through
Holding hands and have a laugh
It’s a truly beautiful place
With a fairytale train track
Walking down this green corridor
With nothing but good luck
And in any kind of season
It’s such a lovely view
Through this tunnel of love
Down a beautiful avenue
Doesn’t nature have its own way
Of yielding special treasures
A wonderful tunnel of love
Full of architectural pleasures
A fantastic green passageway
Like a fantasy out of a dream
Where a train delivers wood
To a factory three times a day
They say this tunnel has a legend
Lover’s wishes will come true
If there loves’ sincere
Their dream will follow too
When natures left to grow wild and free
Just look what it can do
Three kilometres of sheer beauty
Where romantics stroll on through
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16th December 2015
All Rights Reserved
Kilometres ‘tween us...
Keepsakes serve to sustain
Kudos for your restrain
Knock at my door excites
Kindled passion ignites
Keeping lips pressed to mine
Keen, hungry, tongues entwine
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March 2017
For the "Pleiades K" contest sponsored by Kim Merryman - (Joint) Third Place.
Visible to us from millions of kilometres ahead
The sun spreads its light like a L.E.D
Eons ago God created this planet
Revolving around the Earth for our betterment
Rising early in the morning it brightens the world
Providing many benefits to proceed forward.
Journeying from east to west
It rotates thereby bringing happiness in every nest
It shines to produce heat in our body
Producing the necessary energy
With positive contributions to the plants
The crops receive their grants.
In the medical field it plays a preponderant role
Sun rays heal the wounds through the granulation of holes.
At seaside the sun kisses the horizon
Creating a natural view for appreciation
Also involved in the rain cycle phenomenon
it influences sea and water evaporation
But now man has destroyed the ozone
With over exposure we enter a dangerous zone.
Hey Jimmy, what is your story ?
Was your death private or gory ?
Why did you decide to die ?
What was the pain & what was the lie ?.
I see you were only twenty five
When you chose to kill your life
Where red dirt roads and wheat fields kiss
You chose to show the world your fist.
Your pain was greater than your assets
And idealic life from country aspect
Was Tottenham life not good enough ?
That caused your end to be so rough ?.
And though you lived in a prosperous state
couldn’t you talk to your closest mate ?
Your body here may still remain
I hope it brings a positive change.
While visiting family in Tottenham, Australia, and spending some time in the
outback, I found a monument to a man who committed suicide in an idealic
area where the cares of life seems kilometres away…