Best On Land Poems
This is written in acknowledgement to the lovely sweet men and wonderful Poets on Poetry Soup who have supported and encouraged me since I first joined. PSST! I’m certain they all have a sweet-tooth.
Demetrius Trifiatis, Silent One, Paul Callus, Victor Buhagiar, Chris Green, Peter Duggan and Darren White, Robert Lindley and George V - A big thank you to all you fine Poets.
I wade to you through peppermint streams
While thoughts of sugar plums dance in my head
And when on land I mark my way
With bright colored jelly beans of green and red
There are lollipop signs with delicious swirls
Atop red and white posts like candy canes
With delectable names like Chocolate Fudge Mews
Caramel Road and Honey Dew Lanes
Sweet Avenues and Streets - a mouth-watering choice
This yellow brick road looks so like Honey comb
Oh did you tell me to turn right or left?
Might take a bit longer to get to your home!
These bushes of delicious coconut cream kisses
And lolly golly bliss bombs ever so blue
Might tarry a bit while I sample these sweet treats
Don’t mind if I do - You won’t mind if I do?
Luscious flowers on that tree just like fairy floss
Oh my! Now this I cannot resist
Just another mouthful for along the way
Then lunch at 12 - you did insist
The ginger bread house that’s just up ahead
With a sweet fence surround like licorice twists
Its then that I see you waving to me
With a large box of chocolates - Oh what bliss!!
By The Glasser Sound Orchestra - Sugar Sugar
POTD 15th June 2017
A phantom horse came galloping
beneath a silver moon
across a field of recent war
where corpses’ bones lay strewn.
With thunder in his hoof beats,
again and then again,
he raced along a river which,
like blood, ran through that plain.
Though frightful he appeared to be
on land that reeked demise,
a sole intent gleamed strongly
in his sad and ghostly eyes.
Then finally, as dawn began
to paint the broad stretch red,
the unrelenting stallion stopped
and seemed to bow his head.
He briefly knelt, then stood upright
and bore away, with speed,
the spirit of the knight for whom
he’d been a trusty steed!
2014 post for Angela Tune's A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Submitted Oct. 13, 2022
for Mark Toney's 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 17 Poetry Contest
I am the wind that sways the trees
And moves branches in ways like mime
I push clouds across the blue sky one by one
Like train cars on a long train track
I blow seedlings around to grow in new places
And I help leaves in autumn to let go
In a myriad of fluttering, vibrant colors
I can cool someone off on a hot sweltering day
I can chill to the bone, while howling in winter
I can shake things, break things, all the while
Make cracks like wrinkles along my way
But how would you know what the depth of quiet stillness
In the air, things on land and water can be… without me?
Heidi Sands
2/23/22
I am turtle
and I roam.
From town to town,
carry my home,
upon my back
and that’s a fact.
A more patient creature
you’ll not see;
my best feature,
is to patient, be.
I take my time
and always arrive.
An world observer,
with great fervor;
I’ll always arrive
when disaster strikes;
with my house on my back
and emergency packs.
Your reptilian friend
until the end.
On land and sea,
I’ll always be.
For Turtle am I
and I always arrive.
“The eyes of the Lord are in every place, keeping watch
on the evil and the good.” Proverbs 10:3
For those who don’t know or who adamantly
believe God doesn’t exist,
I must say to you most undoubtedly
God’s eyes upon you are fixed.
It’s we who must fix our eyes on the Lord.
For some this is hard, I know,
I hope I can strike within you a chord
as God I will try to show.
God is in nature; He is all around -
on land, in sky and the sea.
He made every creature that can be found,.
but His best were you and me.
For what are we if we have not a soul?
God’s logic to me is clear.
Heart without soul, and man is not whole,
and all souls to God are dear.
God is in good works that good people do
and in good thoughts we think of.
God is in me and God is in you;
especially God is love.
Though God we can’t see, he hears heart-felt prayer.
You may suffer to the grave,
but earth-time is short and the Lord is fair
since all souls God died to save.
Crystallized tears
When time, marched by the flame of a candle
The fear, from the swords and peak of the temple
When the virgin liberty was in a dungeon
Tyranny was and is still for souls to be sunken
New belief, a hope, lifts inquests and conflicts
Empires, built on bones, and by others eclipses
The game of kings, the war, ascendancy and gain
With their seers, they conquest more and again
The crystallized tears, marked the face of the earth
From timeless injustice and the avarice's mirth
Thence, the cannon, from the crust was born
And the flesh of man, continues to be torn
The war and coins are the trade of their life
Thence, greed and death for the elite, shall thrive
The fabrics of history, was sown by them and then
The keys of the globe, were in chains and so was the pen
The hope, was an orphan and lived with ghosts
The rise of freedom, was seen far and from every coast
Thence, tyranny turned the fear, from sword to fear by law
So the the elite can keep their liberty by code and claw
The ocean in quest, to the harbor, was by his waves
To wash the marks on land printed by the feet of the slaves
Freedom, he said, is the breath of the soul, to be blessed
Since dawn, it tantalized earth and man to have rest
Those souls, as yet, fighting the chains and webs
Until eternity, by the elite, they will remain oppressed
Dr.Mohammed F A Alrazak
Oh, Poisiden, you disrupt my sea;
Alter not your color for the likes
Of miserable me;
Your mouth foams in revelry
As I gasp desperately for
One remaining breath;
My rosary floats upon your
Fickle friendship of fury,
For your whims leave me
With goose flesh as
The grapevine wraps itself
Around my throat ~
I bear witness to antiquated
Notes which deceive;
The tongue of thy counterpart
Scorches this bosom...
Nevermore do I grieve,
Yet I swim vainly;
The chastity belt on land
It does remain,
Drowned dreams of delusion ~
Un- new;
I lurk within the shadow of
Door number two.
In another time and age
we could have written a new page
crossing paths on land or sea
brushing cheeks with destiny.
With youthful zest and joy
our ardent quills employ
to mix your ink with mine
with passion so divine
and then the words would flow
to set each heart aglow.
If our souls could sing and rhyme
beyond the horizon of time
to mirror our words with perfection
with utmost sincerity and affection
to bring distinct colours and shades
we seal a bond that will not fade
as we reach for eternity
bathing in blissful affinity.
Mirrored thoughts on a new page
in another time and age.
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A Paul Callus & Red Fiery collaboration
© 2016
Windswept
Over sheet music, harmonious movement of sand.
Droplets of rain dance - time swooning on sea and on land.
Cupid’s arrows climb, descend strings of the violin.
Heartthrobs, side by side, in best dress, on seasonal spin.
Fingers up and down long necks, in obeisance of song,
as bow ties glide along knightly, mounting music, strong.
Ultra concentration as the conductor gyrates,
creates, weights, debates, elongates, plaits and translates.
Unity in mass, jealousy laid aside, except
for the audience who longs to climb inside, windswept.
Ebb and flow of tears, patiently are kept and foreswear
allegiance to current marriage with hasty prayer.
Silver fox-french horns, don’t withhold their breaths, breasts pounding.
With lilt, rapturous, they’d give up their lives, resounding.
White pages, pristine ties, good looking manners of tides.
Hourglass climax expires. Silence shatters. Faith abides.
We have great animals on this grand Earth
of varied size- they live on land or sea.
Domestic ones, we love for all their worth;
like, family we live in harmony.
But grandest in our mix of wild beasts here-
our elephant, the largest one on land.
Though giant-sized, of them I have no fear-
a gentle kind with traits I understand.
They do not kill for meat or dominance,
but feast on greens wherever they might roam.
Their matriarch displays her prominence-
she leads and guards her group, her lasting home.
Emotions they display at death or birth,
caressing with their trunks the fallen ones,
and cradling safe tween feet of massive girth
their offspring, never crushed by weighty tons.
Of course, when threatened be it man or beast,
they will defend and charge with all their might.
But when the threat is gone or is decreased-
they back away and calmly end a fight.
They are not only massive in their size,
but awesome in the cultured ways they act.
Intelligent with feelings realize
the need to keep their family intact.
Oh, giant beast of Earth, dear elephant,
your gentle nature thrills my human heart.
Majestic in your size, so eloquent,
I pray from here on Earth you'll never part.
Emma was a pretty girl,
And was pretty wild.
She never minded what people said,
Nor did she mind her mother.
Mornings when she left for school
She also left her books,
Everyone would look at her,
And also gave her looks.
She loved to comb through magazines,
Yet never combed her hair,
Her dad thought she should step it up,
So she’d step in puddles.
Now Emma wasn’t really bad
She just had had bad habits,
Deciding to turn her life around,
She turned right on the street.
Now as the child was trucking on home,
She saw a truck come at her,
The driver was screaming “Are you mad?”
It seemed he was mad at her.
She stood and watched the truck tip
Heard a tip, get out of the way.
The driver jumped out and flew in a rage,
While thousands of pies flew through the air.
As the pies began to land
On people and on land,
They all turned red, orange and blue
Emma almost felt blue too.
Now as she stood there looking sweet
Tasting the sweet from her dress,
Absolute anarchy went down
As people bent down to delight in a good old fashion pie fight.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.13.2014
Plenitude of Pies Contest
8th
Dr. Seuss-style-Mister Obama Please Tax The Rich Man!
Mister Obama please tax the rich man!
The cost's are up.
The pay is down.
Tax.
TAX!
All over town.
There is tax on GAS!
There is tax on tan.
Mister Obama please tax the rich man.
There is tax on CARS.
There is tax on trees.
There is tax on our food.
No
More tax.
Please!
We can't pay.
There is tax
On LAND.
ROCKS, DIRT, SAND
There is tax.
There is tax
This I know
On tobacco, too.
But tax, tax, TAX!
The rich do, do, DO!
Mister Obama
Please tax the
Rich man!
There is tax on pills.
There is tax on HEALTH.
There is tax on insurance
Just for wealth.
Just for wealth
There is tax
On telecom.
And on low tech
And CD-ROM.
Mister Obama
Change the queue.
Tax the rich man.
Just do, do, DO!
Now start this show!
Please Mister O.!
There's even tax on electricity.
There is tax on our dog...
Ducks and hog.
There is tax on our water
And imbibements we drink.
There is tax on our underwear
...and clothes.
Middle class has floundered.
It shows!
Mister Obama!
Tax the rich man.
Mister Obama!
Please tax the
Rich man!
It's time
For
No
More
Drama!
Tax the rich man
Please...
Mister Obama.
deborah burch©
4/30/2012
Book: "Marvin K. Mooney will you please go now!" by Dr. Seuss
The night is still, and all asleep,
while the Moon shines on land and sea.
All creatures now their silence keep;
for this day, dear God, we thank Thee.
The water's calm, and flowers bow
their sleepy heads; the day was long.
For every leaf is tired now,
and every bird has lost his song.
Nature sleeps through the quiet night,
as God, with watchful eye, will see,
that nothing will disturb the light
the heavens cast on land and sea.
No, this slumber is not a dream,
but the end of another day.
As all is lit by the moonbeam,
our troubles and cares fly away.
Thank God for these hours of peace,
for later all things will arise.
The glow of Moon and stars will cease,
another source will light the skies.
This star will rise and warm the Earth;
birds will sing in a joyful way.
For the sunrise will now give birth,
to a happy and brand new day.
We ask Thee God to bless this day,
as we toil and work with might.
Keep us away from sin we pray,
so we may rest again tonight.
So we may rest again tonight,
as God, with watchful eye, will see,
that nothing will disturb the light
the heavens cast on land and sea.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 257
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/04/2017
~1st Place~
Contest: Night Silence
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 06/13/2016
Twists and big turns in the name of real love
Either it will mend or break a heart
If this feeling of love, its author is God
Involved persons then must render their part
He logs more on oceans and she on land
Friendship to sweet soulful romance, began
No phone-lines nor e-mails nothing advance
With only black pen and paper on hand
Both of them, grab take that one lifetime chance
Thirty five years now, they are on love dance
Skin gone sag, wrinkled. Hair now thin and gray
Holding hands while walking like good old days
Romantic dinners. Roses. Gifts and cards.
Hugs, kisses... "I love you", their darling say
Ageless enduring in embers of time
Blazing better within embers of time.
written in iambic pentameter by:
olive_eloisa
1:18 am
April 04, 2014
__________________to my parents.. :) Praise GOD!
CONTEST: EMBERS OF TIME
SPONSOR: Gail Angel Doyle
1ST PLACE, praise God .. :)
The sand is swept with gleams of light,
pale moonbeams burst where wavelets crest
about sea turtles seeking nest.
Soft seas are flat and calm tonight
beneath the light of stars; on land
she digs an egg womb out of sand.
Before impending winds take flight
the dawn reveals her scrabbled walk
of mother love; how nature talks.
Sea turtle pounded, stormy plight,
small beach creatures in fright, agape;
the loggerhead cannot escape.
A tropical cyclone's sad blight
has swept her nest and eggs apart;
the beach displays her broken heart.
The sand is swept with gleams of light,
soft seas are flat and calm tonight
before impending winds take flight.
Sea turtle pounded, stormy plight,
a topical cyclone's sad blight.
Copyright, November 18, 2017
Faye Lanham Gibson