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We need to find Shangri-la, my heart said.
Great idea! Soul replied with a blast.
We'll relive lifetimes we've had in the past!
We have to find it before we are dead.
Arranged for my dog and my cat to be fed.
Packed a small bag. Gave my husband a kiss.
You'll be okay, he replied. Snake gave me a hiss.
Friends were askance. Are you right in the head?
From nation to hamlet my searching self flew.
Greeted in Mexico, Africa and Chad.
Some beautiful places, none of them bad.
All of a sudden my heart and I knew.
My joyful, happy, excited soul then
Found it not in Amsterdam or Dover
Yet the search for Shangri-la was now over.
Knowing I shall never search for her again
I raced back to my gorgeous country side.
To feed my own husband and my happy pets.
It was an easy decision, to jump on those jets.
My home is the best! I ran quickly inside.
I yelled, Shangri-la was here all the time
My husband rolled his hazel all-knowing eyes
I am not kidding! This is the prize!
He handed me a pie, my favorite key lime.
Written: 9-15-2019
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"Crisis!"
"Shelter in place!"
Sirens scream from tv monitors
Teleprompters indicate emphasis points
Stringing our fear
Along enough
'Till commercial
Breaks
When products offered by advertisers
Promise relief
From
Worry...
Drink this
Eat that
Drive this
Erect that
Smell this
Swallow that
Drink flouride
Eat gmo's
Drive carbon emissions
Erect a better you
Inhale cadmium-coated chemicals
Swallow cortex syngeing sleep aids
And
You'll
Be
Fine
10/27/13
I just hear bugles i just hear trumpets and horns
I am the fool a slayer of rule an androgynous clone of make believe
thought a trance, sometimes not knowing what's real as free a rational ability
I have barely cried and yet cry more everyday for the equinox of tyranny and hate
selflessness and greed, A story of Kuwan-Yin
were you the mind or the body or neither, or have you gone too fast around that bend and
do you have answers that don't end
he is not of this earth as sin does fine within a wreckless statesmen's stride,one left for homi
right for sui's, putting it all on the Ritz
fat crackers on paper plates and moving cars where there ought to be people
our savior will not be driving a beam-er
balls crushed by these crippling cars, from my first cigarette to my car stereo
aways thinking she's my girl. I'm sure i was a taxi, with loneliness my meter
look the hundreds we save foregoing the gas pumps and those
no duty fags that bust your ass
the privilege to put money into a bad deal until someone buries you at the wheel like a good
captain you go down with your hero's grip ,down with your ship
look at those campers who like nothing better than plug in they're bug zapper and radios, we
plug our brain into some machine, that spits us out in search of gold
drowned this system from it's consuming desert
decide what time forgot, before we 1st decided life was more and we have less
and lesser chance to strike, let's split on a cheap camel, it'll carry your gold
we grab what life throws, and now it takes to prolong a species cause. It knows a life so
brutally evolved, our memory could succeed where others failed,
but one, frankly it had to start with a mom a manger was as pod and the wisemen robots
In this land remote from the rest of the earth,
a man can live for centuries after his birth.
Mallinson, it is without a trace of a doubt I know
that the High Lama himself is really Father Perrault.
The Belgian monk found his way into the valley.
The lamasery he founded is this place we see.
How can you explain the exquisite beauty all around?
The pristine weather and fertility of the ground?
Where else could a place like this be found?
Mallinson, I’m convinced everything is not a lie.
If you and Lo Tsen leave here, you will die.
Based on the 1933 novel "Lost Horizon" by the late James Hilton
Alas, we live in an imperfect world.
We long for somewhere free from strife and pain--
Some Shangri-La or Eden whence, like Cain
When driven forth in anger, we were hurled.
And now our search is endless for some land,
Some perfect place where problems never loom
(Prosperity and bliss from womb to tomb)--
To leave this world from which perfection’s banned,
And seek Utopia (which means No Place):
Some land of joy, untouched by sorrow’s stain,
Recapturing our innocence… In vain,
For Eden hasn’t left the slightest trace.
Perhaps at last we’ll come to comprehend:
No matter where we seek it, near or far,
Right here on Earth or on the furthest star,
Our search for Shangri-La will never end.
October 2, 2019
Title #4: "A Search for Shangri-La"
Enclosed Rhyme Contest
Edward Ibeh, Sponsor
SHANGRI-LA
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I longed for Elysium, in an unending search
I longed to join the chorus in Eden’s church
To bath in the warmth of an idyllic pool
To jump with joy like an unburdened fool
Combing the seas n heavens to no avail
Shangri-la was elusive, yet I refused to fail
Looking outward I could not reach my goal
Shangri-la resides in every mans soul
lost,
remote
shangri-la;
peaceful eden
razed by mother nature and father time.
the paradise we once knew, so far gone;
it will return
only if
you come
back.
Fa, la, la,
the politicians stump.
Blah, blah, blah,
It's Donald Trump.
Oh La la, we've hit a bump.
Shangri-La or Mein Kampf?
I chase away the housewife's blues.
In a cabin - fever dream.
It's the little things that give you heartaches,
heart -- or headache, oh such pain.
It is seven a.m.
Six children storming out the door.
They refuse to wear their hats and their boots.
It is cold and it is starting to rain.
The driveway to the school bus
is covered with mud.
Every morning start almost the same.
Too long, that I have gotten out of the house.
A housewife's shores never get done.
I turn on the hi-fi and dance to a waltz
and pretend I am not longer alone.
Sounds of the music, bring memories of youth
and roses and wine, long ago.
I sing to myself;" one day at the time;"
fly in a jet to my homeland the Rhine
and have a party all of my own.
I sit across Henry, we solve
the foreign affairs.
I convince a sheik who has oil coming out
of his ears that love is not for sale.
He gives me a line, with an oil can of tears.
I plead for peace with all the world leaders
and make angels out of the most cruel.
Uninspired, 'tis a search for Shangri-La,
It's much ado, I mean, don't you think so,
All of this bruhaha, just fools would go,
To this La La Land, --no 'tis other La.
Well, if fools have time for frivolous things,
Let it be theirs, not ours, a game of chance,
--It does seem charming, a touch of romance,
Oh no, a fool's errand, what of your bling's.
--What say you, we both got money, let's go,
'Tis a slide of the hands, all done with mirrors,
Pulled out of the hat, it's flawed with errors,
Yet, you are my friend, answer, that you know.
Let us hire some guide, and one from those schools,
--From the universities, a teacher,
I believe they are called professor, --err,
--Now history, and dishwashing, two fools.
2019 September 22
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16 lines x 10 syllables = a perfect 160 syllables
Come with me to my Shangri-La
My satin, azure, kimono
floating in soft waves across the
floor
Don' t hesitate for a second
You'll find majestic delights herein
Jasmine tea, and mandarin, me
Our yet to be Shangri-La ecstasy
June 29, 2019
10:30pm PST
Our plane went down in the mountain snow, but I was alive
I walked on ice in the thin air, the only way to survive
Then on a ledge, I saw that light, a valley pure and green
With rivers rolling, flowers blooming, almost like a dream.
I stumbled down a narrow path to find a monastery gate
From probable death to verdant life, I seized my change of fate
An old monk gave a smile on an ageless face
He led me to gardens within gardens, a place to meditate.
I met the Lama, and he said, "It's good here, but here’s the deal
This place don't age, and folks don’t change, it’s a place for wounds to heal
But climb those mountains, break those walls, and boy, you’ll surely see
That out there time still moves, and freedom isn't free"
I stayed ten years in the gardens, a story never told
Then I met a woman on a path, such radiance to behold
I told her, "Darlin’, this ain’t home, it don’t change and there's no goal
Come with me, I know a place to make you whole."
"It's got Ponderosa Pine and mustangs run and eagles fly
My Dad is a rancher, Mom teaches under that big sky
I have so many friends there, if you come, you'll see
I wish now she hadn't listened, because freedom isn't free.
She took my hand, we climbed that wall, balanced on a ledge,
Between paradise and a snowy realm, we teetered on the edge
I knew we had to go, pulled her into time's flow
To a grounded planet where I hoped we both could grow.
The helicopter found us, landed safe on that frozen lake
She looked into the icy mirror, but the ice began to break
Her reflection showed a face grown old, I felt the sudden chill
Her movements became slower, but I was hoping still.
I reached out once more, but she died outside the door
She should have stayed in Shangri La, it shook me to the core.
I did make it home, but they've broken rules here too
It's not the same as it was, not grounded in what's true
Less room for us to grow, a lesson Dad taught me
You're fooled by utopia, then find that freedom isn't free,
There's a lost horizon somewhere and I sometimes feel the call.
Because we've long left Eden's garden, and we're in free-fall.
There could be a place, lost over the horizon.
There could be a place, way out there in space.
Some call it Shangri-La, I’ll just call it heaven.
There could be a place.
No Hints, no trails, not even a trace.
No lines, no signs, or magical scrolls to lead the way
If there was a place, it’s one we could all embrace.
It’s secrets must be hidden, well done.
No telling what pleasure out there awaits.
Never to be found, not by no one.
There could be a place.
The Search For Shangri-La
By Desi E. Sherman
09/13/2019
“Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.”
? Robert E. Howard, The Complete Chronicles of Conan
At times when stressed
I take myself a walk beside the sea
I step into a ‘dreamlike’ world
where I’m the only one ~ just me
The sea she feeds me energy
and lifts my spirits high
Her power is phenomenal
So on this ‘hazy’ summer’s day
a sea fret doth approach
‘Shadowy’ mists surrounding me
I cannot see it feels ‘unreal’
But wait I hear a distant voice
calling out my name
an ephemeral transient tone hath she
‘tis beginning to feel ‘surreal’
As she beckons me towards the sea
this mermaid is she ‘imaginary’
I am drawn to her ~ I feel ‘trancelike’
her golden aura ‘ethereal’
as she takes my hand we cross the sand
and slowly descend
to a place I call friend
it’s Atlantis
my spiritual home
a place I know
a place I go
inside my head
when filled with dread
It calms my soul
It stills my heart
Without her there is no escape
When all around no love just hate
She comforts me and keeps me sane
and welcomes me home time and again
Atlantis is my Shangri La
A magical mythical land afar
Beneath the sea I yearn to be
I’m Pisces ~ dreamy ~ spiritual ~ you see
I return to the sea when she beckons me…
Written 24 May 2021
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