Best Provinces Poems
When rainstorm shadows
cast raven woven blankets,
entangling between
the boundaries of
fantasy and reality's reach,
we search for soft glows
from serenades of slumber,
where we embrace
the quilt of night.
In restless dreams
a dandelion soul yearns
to reside within the realms
of conscious thought.
Traversing towards
an enchanting valley
where fields of lilacs
and bluebells surround,
laying foundations
for rows of charismatic
cherry blossoms,
peacefully resting
among a myriad
of kaleidoscopic roses.
Above, azure horizons
reveal the naked sun,
whose radiance shimmers
upon sapphire waters,
delicately blowing
a refreshing breeze.
Lucid choral images
illuminate the mind,
with visions of
an ethereal epiphany -
too difficult to define.
Her heavenly muse
echoes a majestic lullaby,
beckoning hallelujah hearts
to oblige in beats of
unexplainable expressions,
so suppressed thoughts
bleed in turquoise waterfalls.
Barren lands
soak in reflection,
as distance decreases.
Eyes admire in
a silent reverie.
Enticing two isolated
soulful minds to
chant in a chorus
of hummingbird hymns.
An abundance of
amorphous aromas
enchant and enrapture,
as senses blaze into
passionate provinces
of aurora aspirations.
A ruby renaissance of
rhapsodic romantic
musings reverberate
string less symphonies
into the once,
charcoal chambers of a
redeemed, fluorescent
lyrical couplet core.
In ivory harmonies,
venturing upon a pearled path
not known to lovers before,
beloveds search for
a secret garden -
home to Michelangelo's
cathedral of paradise,
yearning to savour its
celestial artistic ambience,
but upon the
zenith of enticement,
unwelcome Lilith skies
slyly and silently encroach.
Heaven recalls her
halo shaped silhouette,
as petals agitated
by spiteful winds
fall into murky waters.
Feathers remain,
floating helplessly in
puddles of regret.
Smoke clears,
as clarity reveals
white concrete walls
with broken blinds.
Nature's beams
breathe a deep sigh.
How sad,
time does not care
for our dreams.
Categories:
provinces, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
I lived in Shenzhen, China, for my 6th and 7th grades - China was AMAZING.
In China, blond hair is unusual, I stood out like neon and touching blond hair was considered good luck.
In a train station, if I stood still, I could draw a curious mob - especially in the provinces like Heubi and Shanxi. I was in more than a few selfies but people were polite and respectful.
China is much more advanced than the U.S..
Everything is new, clean and modern - the Internet is faster. Most trains are bullet trains that travel 325kph (>200mph). There are more than 10 new, gleaming cities larger (and newer) than New York.
An App called WeChat (used on your phone) runs the world. Imagine Facebook, iMessage, PayPal and Uber combined - with that one App you could do anything.
At restaurants, you paid your bill at your table using WeChat from a QR code that the electronic corner of your table displayed. You even paid street vendors with the app - no one used cash.
Cameras are everywhere - if you break a law like jaywalking and BBBZZZZ you get a text and the fine is deducted from your WeChat account - all automatically.
Public TV screens, located on corners, show recent violations with the perps picture and the fine they paid - again, automatic.
Does this sound Orwellian? Well, maybe, but Chinese police don't kill people - or even engage people for minor offenses.
America, you're broke and on the edge of being a third world country.
Yeah, yeah, I know that China is free-market-communist and certainly imperfect - but if you saw China, you'd be impressed and you'd know the ugly truth - America has squandered it's wealth on military macho and forty years of war. China's last, small war was in 1980 (With Vietnam who they beat in 3 weeks and 2 days).
Middle America looks almost bombed-out with closed businesses (even before the pandemic) - but in China, you can’t look anywhere without seeing building cranes - like a forest of trees. A physical illustration of Americas loss of wealth.
I LOVE America - it’s sad to see. We've gotta wake up.
Categories:
provinces, 11th grade, angst, city,
Form:
Free verse
As we watch, the fall of who we are,
slowly dying, to a place so far.
Will death claim you, crawling back to the silence,
for never again, to see your own violence.
Turn back now, or be forgotten forever,
can you make the stand, to never surrender.
With your soul broken, your price is promises,
for the blood you spilled, paying no provinces.
Are you dying inside, will he believe your lies,
could you rise up from the dark, from all the cries.
Your broken heart is dead, will there be any redemption,
as you weep and burn, you wait for preemption.
Categories:
provinces, death
Form:
Free verse
There sneaked a micro organism into the lives of human kind from elsewhere,
Who made it intruded is still a mystery, yet it’s fate of the world
That life on earth is engulfed with thorns and bruises?
They say: It’s from bats, some say: it’s a shoot of ‘Bio-war’,
No doubt it’s a sinister game and human lives are the ball, hit and shot,
Thousands of goals have been dropped and there was no cry of joy,
But ‘cross the world there hath been flow of tears and fears.
The human lives, tainted with creepy killer organism, seek shields of defense,
And there around the Round Table Conference clicked a thought of ‘Social distancing’.
Provinces and states raised the alarm of crisis to avert throngs and mobs,
It hath been a portent for the imminent disaster on the face of earth,
A ‘day of shut’ hath been imposed on the lives as precaution –
No politics, no religion, no caste, no race and ego shall be the law,
For the blood is the same red with tissues and organs for all.
The day began with the legal menace ‘cross the country,
And the wheels and bags were restricted screech and rustle,
The rich and the poor entered their ‘house bags’,
And there seen empty roads and streets except faint travelers.
Round the clock people’s saviours were seen sweeping and spraying sterile medicine,
Life-saving doctors and nurses were seen in spring-up action,
And those infected folks were brought under the treatment of the life-savers.
Behind the legitimate bars of seclusion from the pandemic infection,
There was seen a life of silence for a noble cause,
It was not a total inactivity, but a self introspection of social distancing -
A pledge to chase the epidemic killer virus away from human kind!
Media of service ran thro’ hazards and perils brought into rooms the day’s tasks.
It was a joint fight against COVID -19 beyond human restrictions,
And each of us shall be a victor ‘gainst the epidemic violence.
Categories:
provinces, confidence, courage, endurance, environment,
Form:
Free verse
I AM HIV/AIDS
Saint Luke predicted me long time ago,
While the Book of Revelation warned you about me.
I am raging like a wild fire,
I am growling like a lion,
I have spotted you and I will pounce on you!
I am HIV/AIDS!
I attack people in all socio-economic and educational classes,
I cut across cultural and religious sects,
Graves and hospitals bear this testimony.
Despite significant medical accomplishments,
I remain incurable,
I am HIV/AIDS
From Africa to America, Australia to Asia and Artantica to Europe.
From Cape Provinces to Limpopo and Mpumalanga to Kwa-Zulu / Natal.
From Bekkersdal to Grobblersdal and Makapanstad to Marabastad.
From Sun Valley to Sun City and Mamelodi to Mametlhake.
From Witlagte to Langlagte and Suiwerskuil to Kromkuil.
I am reigning, I am HIV/AIDS.
Woe for the earth and for the sea,
Because I have descended in great anger to devour you!
I refer to you, who do not abstain,
I mean you there, who are not faithful,
And you here who do not condomise,
For I am HIV/AIDS.
Media has warned you,
Priests have preached at the top of their voices,
Politicians have cried loud,
Organizations and institutions have given you warnings,
But all these have come to naught,
Now I will kill you like flies, for I am HIV/AIDS
This is not news to you,
You will certainly catch me through unprotected sex,
Shared infected needles and syringes, contaminated blood,
And from an infected mother to her unborn child.
I then multiply in your blood, mercilessly attacking
Your defence system and leave you for the dead,
For I am HIV/AIDS.
You know this fully well;
You cannot catch me through
Sneezing, sharing toilet seats, coughing,
Or shaking hands with an infected person.
Behold, even if you are not infected,
You are affected by me, for I am HIV/AIDS.
Even though I am dreadful and mighty,
I will finally die and my heart is sore,
That will be when sense is finally knocked in your head,
That will be when you abstain from sex,
You remain faithful to your partner or condomise,
Remember, prevention is better than cure, for I am HIV/AIDS!
Categories:
provinces, fear, hope, sad, me,
Form:
Narrative
( * )
*** one Filipino identity waving with pride
***
***with eight-rayed sun, three hues and stars
***
*** emblems of solidarity, courage and love
***
***
***
***
***
***
***
***
***
***
***
***
@@
R.P.@@
(Republic of the Phil)
July 19, 2015 2.20pm
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Notes:
Flag Symbols:
8 rays – 8 heroic provinces
3 stars- 3 main islands
3 colors:
blue-peace
red-bravery (red found on the lower part of the flag means no war)
white-purity
• Love means
-love of country and countrymen
-love of democracy and freedom
-love of peace, liberty and solidarity
First Place
Contest: Country or State Flag
Judged: 7/23/2015
Sponsor: Poet Skat A
First Place
Contest: Your Country State City Flag
Judged: 8/8/2015
Sponsor: Poet Judy Konos
Categories:
provinces, flying, symbolism, tribute,
Form:
Verse
Beneath Australia’s expansive sunlit sky, I recall the patchwork quilt, where my life began
12 provinces united, one country created; uniformity resists when anthems unite the parochial clan
From staunch Overijssel in the north, to Limburg’s laughter in the south
From Drente’s eastern reach renowned, to Zeeland’s exalted river mouth
Friesland’s fair and twisted tongue, a language apart
Her “Tjalks” adorn the “Ijsselmeer”, binding forever a Fries heart
Groningen’s Martini towered capitol sits amid Europe’s oldest man made scenery
While Utrecht at the countries heart, the nation’s birthplace abounds in greenery
The Hollands next both South and North, give us cities which compete
For world renown, both Rotter- and sweet Amsterdam, with tulips are complete
Gelderland’s unfortunate claim to fame came from war
When allies forced a German retreat; they aimed a bridge too far
North Brabant lies beneath southern skies, a friendly place where life is good
Before Lent with carnival spent round old Saint John, is where, my cradle once stood
Limburg land of promise, of fresh fruit flans and singing nightingales,
Where clear streams cascade through oaken forests and silence prevails
Flevoland, the last, where fishing boats of Urk once sailed the Southern Sea
Now reclaimed land doth arise as each polder dries, thanks to the vision of Lely
Fatherland, motherland, though far away now, if truth be told
A warm place in my heart, “Je maintiendrai”; I will uphold
Categories:
provinces, dedication,
Form:
Couplet
Philippine is the shining Pearl of the Orient Sea,
Famous for its boundless natural wealth and beauty;
Land where many noble heroes bravely fought for us to be free,
I'm proud to embrace my beloved homeland’s great history.
When Spaniards came first to our beloved archipelago,
Enamored by great sources of spices and goods in richness’ flow,
Spanish Jesuits priest named it, “Perla Del Mar De Oriente,”
For its lands’ treasures and sea pearls, wasn’t it dolce?
Its beautiful name keeps echoing from east to west,
Along with other, “the region of the rising sun caressed”
Written and portrayed in one of the poems of Dr. Jose Rizal,
Our national hero whose achievements and patriotism were colossal.
Philippine is the sweetest land of the morning,
Its biodiversity's generous provision is fervor burning;
With its most hospitable, very friendly and hardworking people,
All visitors are welcome to sojourn in our land as home for all.
Come and visit many tourist’s wonders and amazing sceneries,
In Island of Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, both provinces and cities;
It's more fun in the Philippines, so you all come,
We offer best places for holidays- so relaxing, fabulous and awesome!
Categories:
provinces, places,
Form:
Rhyme
(Homage to the Kwanza River
" Water mother " of Angola)
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic Kwanza!
In the central highlands
We see thee rise in Mumbué
And 960 kilometers of undoubted majesty
To the north and west
Since the municipality of Chitembo, in Bié
Stretch out on the big curve design
Before the hug, so sweet, so strong
You give to the salt of the Atlantic
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic kwanza!
With an enviable basin
For two hundred and fifty
Kilometers, you are navigable
From the mouth to the Dondo
Where the dams of Cambambe and Capanda
Render yourself patriotic reverence
By the megawatts of power
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic Kwanza!
As well as to the national currency unit
In the two provinces, thy name this also:
At its northern margin, Kwanza Norte
And Kwanza Sul, on the opposite bank, equally
They pay more than deserved tribute
Categories:
provinces, eulogy,
Form:
Elegy
coming out enchanting
a harp playing
bewitching music
from an irish sea
from the mist of hibernia
entering a cold mystical island
a lonely teddy bear out in an ocean
dressed in her forty shades of green
her lush finery
from the land of the leprechaun
king of the fairies
tales of a land of forever young in the fianna
magical blossoms shades her beauty
classical in her name eire
modern irish emerald green
jewel of her color
arising from the land
of eternal winter
geographers strabo
pomponius melba
quoting describes a cold chilling land
inhabitated by a bunch
of wild savages
who feast on the flesh
of their dead fathers
despite the cold
the grazing was so tasty
very lush sweet
that cattle exploded fat
if allowed to eat unchecked
in a new kingdom
penunnular broach
used to fasten her shawl
son of the high king
fiacha finnfolaidh
his father was overthrown
killed in a revolt
by the king of ulster
tutathal's mother
who was daughter
of king of alba
britian at the time
because alba became
the name for scotland
later on fled to britain
with her son 20 years later
he returns to eire
defeating his father's enemies
turns in history
subduing the
entire country
he became the high king
of tara
there he conveyed
in a conference
were he established
himself law in the land
he annexed territory
for each four provinces
creating central control
in the province of meath
four fortresses where built
one for each our green fields
span an irish republic
Categories:
provinces, patriotic,
Form:
Free verse
I-ndigenous inhabitants/people
G-enuinely
O-ccupying the mountainous
R-ealm that was
O-fficially
T-ransformed into sublime scenery.
M-y
E-xclusive/evolutionary pedigree
For my IP roots from the mountain city and provinces of the north, also known as Cordillera, that has been practicing unique cultures and traditions for years, blended with the cultures of some European and North American countries, especially the love of country music.
September 24, 2022, 8:29 AM
13.3771° N, 121.1646° E
Categories:
provinces, tribute,
Form:
Acrostic
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/roman-reign
https://youtu.be/Z1hAGvzB8Nk
The prominent years, of which did last
Great heights of power, of centuries past
According to legend, thy Rome we build
Twin brothers afore, o’ Remus killed
O’ city of Rome, of which we name
A land of power, government, fame
A laurel wreath, for emperors made
Make way Augustine, we shall invade
Proud legions stand, march with thy sword
Set up camp, in one accord
Hilltops on high, settlement surround
Excavated objects found
We bind the law, of which was spoke
Of magistrates power, enforce, evoke
Writings carved, upon thy stone
Papyrus, bronze, of Latin alone
Villas remain, a courtyard near
Mosaic art, yet to revere
Myths and legends, they chose per se
God and goddess, a role to play
The Colosseum, the serious wars
O’ re-enact at theatre doors
Horses trotting, yet at a pace
The circus held, thy chariot race
Lend a penny, now let us bath
Thy mineral water, water wave
As strigils scrape, upon thy skin
With lavish oil, thy slave rub-in
A solid cause, bring to effect
Our empire built, we shall protect
Provinces, lands, we captured all
Stood to defend, afore thy fall
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
provinces, children, history,
Form:
Free verse
South Africa is the first
Place in Africa where you can find more Excellent
Roads , rail ways , ports and Airports than some
European, Asian, American, Oceania countries
And more best world wine companies.
During apartheid many black people where living
In locations, treated as foreigners in their Country
No black person occupied the presidency or
Governor offices in Apartheid regime.
Happy day was when Mandela won the Election
And became the first black president ; many black
People felt free to visit different provinces and
Places where they were not allowed to walk in
Individuals or come closer without their white bosses.
Nelson Mandela remains the well respected Hero in
Europe and Africa because he forgave some white
South African criminals & promoted "Rainbow Nation"
So that majority of black people could easy their
chronic pains and becoming happy.
March 18/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
provinces, 12th grade, evil, freedom,
Form:
Acrostic
Historical Reflections
The Emperor has four hundred wives
with flower faces framed by jet.
Mai Lin can pluck a thousand tunes,
Yin Feng knows all erotic arts.
They drink spiced wine in jasper cups
as the snow beats against the windows;
the mob outside is howling for grain.
The Son of Heaven orders a new diversion
And the Mongols are whirling down from the steppes.
The governor of Kwangsi province
contemplates his plans of vengeance:
He takes the heavy rebel bribe.
The Imperial troops are mauled and shamed.
The Mongols have crossed the Huang-Ho river.
The Confucian minister practices rites
he no longer believes in.
Religion must be upheld for the people.
But that foreign doctrine of the Buddha's
must be persecuted with vigor, for
the nuns and monks refuse to bear children
for the defense of the Empire.
The Mongols have taken Ch'angan.
The public treasury is empty,
And the Son of Heaven is deep in debt;
the harvest was meager, the crops blighted.
Famine panics two provinces.
The peasants join bandit armies
and reduce the lords to pounded meat:
The Emperor's agents are bought or killed.
Peasants sell their children as slaves,
the women all turn to prostitution
and the currency is worthless.
A sack of rice is worth a limb,
And the Mongols are building mountains of skulls.
Categories:
provinces, history, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
At the foot of the unknown soldier
I heard them speak about the past
The generation born after the war
I heard them sing of warfare
Like children recite rhymes
I heard their threats of war
Even from lands abroad
I heard them talk about
Fighting to the last man
As though they knew
The pain of a mother letting her son
Go to fight for the fatherland
Or the anguish of comrades
Falling to foes in battle
And embarking on lonely journeys
Into immortal provinces
The generation born after the surrender
Speak of fanning the embers of war
And lacing the drums hung for decades
They say war is the only path to freedom
Unknown to them that
Men fall like cattle in battle
Where rifles rattle in senseless rage
And men long to return home to
Laugh with families and neighbours for
The gory sight of blood and torn flesh
Is not worth the hopeless glory
The commanders seek
It is not a tale for one’s children
So, when I heard them say the ended war
Needed to be revived because
One clan lays claim to perpetuity
I knew they were oblivious that
Those who started the war
Were absentee members of platoons
Whose children mounted no wagon
Destined for the warfront
Where helpless soldiers turn to dust
While the new generation yet spoke
I heard the voices of many unknown soldiers
On both sides of the fraternal war
Echo from unmarked graves on the battlefield
I heard them ask if the war was a good cause
I heard them ask if any side won the war
I heard them ask if we won freedom
I heard them ask if they were given
Heroes’ burials with the band playing
I heard them ask if those who started the war
Were now satisfied and cared for their kith
I heard them ask if they had not died in vain
And if this generation knew not the woes of war.
Categories:
provinces, africa, angst, betrayal, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse