Best Lands Poems
Spring's Rebirth, Heals Both Heart And Waiting Lands
Upon dawn's golden rays, soft breeze floats its songs
Songs of new beginnings beneath rainbow wings;
Winging through forest lush and its hidden throngs
Are rare and beautiful gems only Nature brings.
Should my soul, feast upon such wondrous art
Firmly embrace the dreams that are thus born;
Savor this food, and more Nature freely imparts,
Treasured fair, that heals those lonely and forlorn.
There within radiance, its thrilling lights ablaze
Spring's new hunger- In seeded soils after fresh rain,
Emerge new Life- blessings that gift and amaze
Bringing forth, Love and new Hopes hard to explain.
In that moment- Earth, Sky and Heaven's wondrous Arts
Birth new aspirations that heal even broken hearts!
Robert J. Lindley,
April 15th, 1987
Sonnet, ( Spring That Births New Hope)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KIPWgFUFkI
Far away in the distance I see a light and suddenly
I want to follow
those inkling stars of beauty, in the gallow of my wishes
I hear a little voice inside that says,
Take me, take me, to unknown lands of mystery
fly me, fly me, o'er peaceful skies of every hue
Far away in the distance I see a light and suddenly
I'm missing you anew ;
Little rivulets accompany the quiet steps of sea
in pensive thought I tread, reflecting love anew
Why else would cormorants fly
if not for nigh and nigh
Far away in the distance I see you like before
a fading smile across your lips and suddenly,
you dissapear, behind the liquid stars,
away from me, away from me....
Words by: Pixie
Abundant rain with nurturing love stores greenery and good life.
breeze whistles its praise
as foliage sway in grace…
stalks flail golden grains
Farmers watch their fields with smiles
Toil their land… rest once in awhile
Birds sing as they guard their nests
Trees spread arms for a welcoming goo harvest.
sublime the whispered words
that gently kiss my ear
surreal incessant longing
that draws you ever near
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on July 19, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND JUL 20 contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Posted on July 18, 2021
Small,small white houses,
In Green Lands!
'twixt
hell and
high water
Roaming these lands often I cry these tears,
Trying to wash away the pain,along with all my fears.
Preparing myself for the worst
With a feeling my heart may burst.
Forcing my heart into remorse
With hopes it will stay on course.
Always waking to a bright new day
Where the pain will be kept at bay.
As the winds stretch through my soul
My heart sets on a new goal.
I look at myself in the mirror
As death rolls closer and nearer.
I traveled through the angry lands
While angels call out hopeful demands.
Looking up into the sky
Closing my eyes as I hear the doves cry.
Gliding onto each stepping-stone
As fate grows carelessly more prone.
In these lands I still roam
No matter how much desire is shown.
A Collab With:Cali Mitchell &
Dan Kearley
Sitting here at my desk
Two hundred meters above
I watch the bustle of life below.
The slow moving traffic, the crowd at lunch-time
Pedestrians at the traffic lights
Heavy blue-black glass blocks towering to the skies.
In this austere concrete jungle.
A few patches of green in-between asphalt ones
A blue gum tree here and an ashen eucalyptus there
At the corner of the street.
My thoughts flee from this stifling claustrophobia
Thousands of miles away.
To the sugar sands where once we walked
In the warmth of an ever-summer sun.
Blue-green waves tumbling with unrestrained energy
Shores framed by coconut palms dense green
Stretching in an unbroken line to the horizon.
Cries of the seagulls mingle
With the deafening roar of the waves.
The shells were still white-foam laced
When we picked them from the wet sand.
Salty breeze carrying our laughter away
As we watched the fishing canoes come in
Riding on the waves.
Remember when we walked through
Golden paddy fields of ripening grain.
To sit under the ancient banyan tree by the river
Watching the canoes slide past
Carrying coir and spices from villages afar.
Trekking up mountain-paths
And down lush tea slopes.
We gathered wild jasmines and gooseberries
And sat by gurgling streams listening
To the cow herd's flute in the distance.
Returning at the peep of stars
We stood by the gate
Under the deep blue velvet folds of the sky
Listening to the rhythmic clanging of heavy chains
As the local saw mill elephant
Passes on her way back from the woods.
The air is heavy with the scent of gardenias
Only the chirping of crickets, the hum of mosquitoes
And the gentle brushing of palm leaves
Breaking the cool stillness of the night.
And, I return to the vast plains of this southern land.
Breezes that blow unchecked
From coast to coast
Over blue mountain ranges
And great red monoliths
And the sun at its mightiest here.
Unique life forms, sweet smelling gum trees,
Picturesque shores that line the coasts.
Countryside stretching to the horizon
In the flattest continent of the world.
Special this land in every way
Its beauty and curiousness of life.
The land I have come to love
The place I now call home.
Every news media captures horrendous photos with a story
Where has our pride gone as we praise these Lands of Glory
Is it possible that media ratings have well surpassed the truth
Where anything goes right or wrong regardless of the proof
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Every time I turn on my computer or TV there is NEVER anything
decent to be said whether it's slamming a candidate or someone
misspoke instant persecution begins-never ends and I'm tired of it!
A man from distant lands
Celestial musings that you said to me
Still whisper gently in my memory
Reminding me of our heavenly kiss
Acquiescing to a pull of cherubic bliss.
Nothing has been the same since then
When under the moon we secretly met
For a union of our twilight dreams
Shining under glitter of stellar streams.
Moved by your supernal phrases
I opened the door of loving graces
Riding with you to ethereal places
Singing praises of romantic verses.
When moon so soon left evening sky
And winds shook up stormy clouds
I saw the retreating distant star
Urging you to exit before too long.
But you stayed put in drenching rain
Sheltering my frame without refrain
As we walked to a peaceful lake
Surrendering to love divinely ornate.
I knew you belonged to distant lands
When soon you left with moon and the stars,
Leaving behind your immortal vibe
Permanently bound with a seraphic tie.
January 4, 2018
Placed 1st: Strand Pick 7 contest by Brian Strand
Placed 5th in Impress Me premiere contest by Skat A
Exotic Lands
by Lori Maria Walton
The day,
nurtured in the belly of a
fearless night
turns and is finally born
clinging to the soft arms of a
pretty morning
The sun, dozing on the
heavy chest of exotic lands,
rolls
and is now awakened,
plowing a submissive face
with golden hands
Play the bagpipes,
while the tea and the toast and
freshly squeezed orange juice
seated spellbound
wait anxiously for the first touch
of honey lips
This day, as the morning
waits on the table for the first
touch of honey
hands and golden lips prepare
to explore the shores of life
Blended melodies ring
in attentive hollows
beneath the sea of passion
on lost lands I stand.
endless stretches kiss the skies
where plateau meats heaven,these are my mind's sands on which I stand.
where dunes of "sanity" deplete, embracing the "madness" within to feel complete.
societal norms storm on
not about to conform,I take head from the gusts.
thunder,tsunamis,false loves and true lusts,trend is one rule I bend.
your "reality" is an illusion of the physical to manifest the concept of tangable.
time is the reason you are never on time
in these lost lands I seek,progress is my only clock.
tick ,tock , years skip,and goals reach.
freedom is not having to keep count of minutes ,days and decades.
the only time there should be is the right time.
On lost lands I dwell,
the very lands from which all greatness fell
until the terms coined to these lands became a spell.
insanity.
passion driven I hit the curves at high velocities
on the run from the machine and it's programables
void minds, eating up the lies and living in realities where the internet is proof.
where televison and politics are as addictive as any drug,I gotta run
from where religions are God and the spiritual are misunderstood
metamorphosise the conciousness to find these lands .
or stay hopping for a piece of the pie in the sky, that u actually forget to live, so all u do is die.
Villanelle: Should not Masters be They who cut through lands
Should not Masters be They who cut through lands
Who for pittance sake serve up cheap labour
Which Master cleans not house with migrant hands
Who must be seen giving with open hands
Let them oust enemies without bother
Should not Masters be They who cut through lands
Did not caravans snake through Wild West lands
Nor mountain lions snarl at brave Quaker
Which Master cleans not house with migrant hands
Who seeks to cow the Tyrant with commands
While stoking ego with canon fodder
Should not Masters be They who cut through lands
Then sack put to wrack big beauteous lands
Make no amends tear down stars stripes’ grandeur
Which Master cleans not house with migrant hands
Would that migrants learn not to bite soft hands
That feed them at their door barbed by rigour
Should not Masters be They who cut through lands
Which Master cleans not house with migrant hands
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Delight...
First flight
From nest
Tries best
Hits tree
Dear me!
Bent beak
Loud squeak
Throbbin
Robin
11-29-17
The vast earth carries
Jungles, deserts, and prairies
Forests, farms, dairies, and
Islands that tend to vary,
Seasons fall upon
Winds the earth spawns
Crimson, emerald, and brown
Pictures are drawn beyond,
The azure drizzles
Aglow, the sun glimmers
Breezes stealthily waft
Followed by
Blowing or waltzing drafts,
The vast earth carries
Sunflowers, roses, and daisies,
Shimmering, lavish gems
Held by varying stems,
Bounty where beauty stands
Stretching afar as it expands upon
The vast earth and its wealthy sands
Carrying jungles, deserts, prairies, and
I-land tending to vary…