Best Smuggled Poems
While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever,
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the mesas of the clouds, the Dzukou Valley,
a remote dale at the border of Nagaland and Manipur,
in the untrodden tableland of India's Northeast!
The picturesque landscape was ringing with the
once in a lifetime scene of emerald shades of hillocks
paving the way for azure mountaintops,
luminous flowers waving in the winds amongst the tall grasses!
The vale was tweeting and twirling amidst the virgin vegetations enriched with the spectacular sights of verdant forests,
exquisite flora and fauna,
serpentine streams, myriads of panoramic pink
and white wild blooms that dot
the vast caldera of the valley and its' verdant meadows,
alongside the meandering rivers of Dzukou and Japfu,
appeared as the absolute paragon of serenity and tranquility!
Surrounded by the whispering platonic hills,
with numerous colorful flying creatures,
the valley seemed as smuggled over
the dewdrops' fragrant feral fruits,
Oak and Rhododendron forests are a feast to the eyes!
Half way up and any signs of tracks disappear,
and one is just left with wheezing enigmatic bamboo thickets!
Botanists' delight, trackers' paradise, seraph's psyche,
rovers' riddle, is reclining placidly ,
the untrodden earth's lulling lullaby,
in the abode of the divine Lily's
anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet,
a rich biodiversity hotspots
of endemic species, the Dzoku Valley;
an uninhabited unsullied phosphorus valley
Note:
The Dzüko Valley is located at the borders of the states of Nagaland and Manipur in Northeast India. The valley is known for its extremely rich biodiversity, seasonal flowers and flora & fauna. It is situated at an altitude of 2452 m above sea level.
© Silpika Kalita
Categories:
smuggled, adventure, appreciation, beauty, earth,
Form:
Free verse
Harrowing shifts placating Palestinian patients
Awkwardly healing bones, injuries war caused
Comfort we gave seemed severely insufficient
Soul mates meeting among pain, implausible
Crutch hobbling boy with copious haphazard grin
Caught both our hearts, we smuggled him chocolate
You took every free chance to sit and joke with him
Your easy demeanor is medicine, patients responded
Images of rubble sifting shadow-faced citizens
Inescapable magnitude replayed, dream tethered
Impact we made upon fractured limbs and spirits
Told us each smile gained was worthy endeavour
I've speculated our distance pronounced our parallels
A far, foreign land artificially grew our new love found
Strongest logic shows me your benevolence plentiful
Desire stunned us, despite draped shapeless gowns
A year improvising in Gaza's limping hospice system
Threatened to take my buoyancy amongst its tragedy
Compassion you dealt exposed a myriad of wisdom
Guardians of burden bandaged turmoil's inched recovery
Excitement of moving in together, calm logic forgotten
Several short weeks after Gaza, shared goals discussed
A jubilant wedding, white gown without tie backed cotton
Box pile totems, future unpacked together, a time for us
17th August 2020
JCB Burl, Sponsor
Contest, 'A Time For Us'
Categories:
smuggled, best friend, boyfriend, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
We cousins looked forward to our summer holidays which were full of fun
Our barbaric guffaws were louder than the joys of any battle won
One was always on the run while another chased him with a water gun
Heroism was on the footloose, with many ghost chilling yarns being spun
Arguments, fights, boasting, was our forte as each refused to be outdone
Pantries ran out of stock as the food we gormandized was more than a tonne
The swimming pool was but ours, and we refused invasion by anyone
We stood undivided, if a glass had broken when we had hit and run
We were punished together, sheepish grins at smuggled food for we were one!
18 syllables per line
June 14, 2016
For Laura Loo
Categories:
smuggled, cousin, food, fun, games,
Form:
Monorhyme
Over the ocean's creed
Lie in waiting with foreign breed.
Heavy metals laced the ocean's petals
En-route to the creek in cargoed cans.
Rice from the fields of Thailand,
Iced fishes from freezing Iceland.
Craps of computer hardware from Shenzen,
Packs of frozen skeletal turkeys from China.
Smuggled contrabands in hidden sacks
Matches and toothpicks from Japan's racks.
Cornfield of men at the wharf
Old and young, giant and dwarf
Exposing chest to the moment cling
Hurling sacks of rice the cargoes bring
Staggering weightless like David's sling
"No food for the lazy" the saying goes
When the ships come to berth,
Able men to the harbor dart.
A wave of pity descends my lung
Watching men so silly and strong-
Getting strangled beneath heavy loads,
Smiling wickedly at crumpled notes.
If only those energies could grace a trade,
And suffocate beneath the weights of knowledge.
When those ships come to berth,
May be they will someday leave this shore
Filled with the toil they bore
With our local brands in foreign lands.
Categories:
smuggled, people, men, men,
Form:
Narrative
Dedicated to my pastor, Dean Andrew Cheah
Come, hear me now as I tell you a tale
An inspiring tale of William Tyndale
A man who poured out his life to translate
God's Word from Greek, not the Latin Vulgate
He fled from country to country
Living like an unsettled refugee
He had to flee to continue God's work
From his arduous task, he did not shirk
God sent him helping hands along the way
Partners in the Gospel, to ease his day
Walsh, Monmouth, Frith, Poyntz and others
Who aided the great Bible translator
After much sweat and perspiration
He finished the English New Testament
He tried to print it, but was discovered
From Cologne, he had to flee for cover
He printed copies in Worms by God's grace
They were smuggled and spread at great pace
Those were dangerous times of persecution
Having God's Word in English was treason
Bibles were burnt, but copies increased
God's Word brought the common people release
Sweet release from the darkness of their age
God's Truth shone brightly on each precious page
In Antwerp, he was betrayed by a friend
Imprisoned for fifteen months before his end
Vilvoorde prison was a dark, cold place
In suffering, his faith was not effaced
With a noose around his neck, he still prayed
'Lord, open the king of England's eyes,' he said
Strangled to death, then burnt as a heretic
Executed in the eyes of the public
God answered Tyndale's dying prayer
The eyes of the king were opened a year later
He encouraged the distribution
Of the English Bible to the nation
Tyndale's blood was spilled upon the pages
Of God's Word that's lasted through the ages
Do we treasure the Bible we've bought with ease?
Do we value His Word in times of peace?
God's Word was brought to us with much bloodshed
How do we respond to the verses we've read?
Are our hearts burning with unyielding passion?
Passion for the message of salvation!
Categories:
smuggled, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Homes under trees
family in tents
refugees in forests
hunting of edible rats
cattle rustled away
harpoons to hook fish
wild humans eating
weak humans legally
clothing of rags
thrown as gifts from sky
slave diggers in mines
tortured, underpaid
smuggled females
exploited as things of joy
jungle life at work
enhanced by jungle brains
by those in stone houses
this indeed is neo-stone age
Stone Age relived
Stone Age in promotion
Stone Age modified
and called civilization
Categories:
smuggled, irony, life, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
I want to talk of days of old
and a story that was never told
and I will tell you this story is true
and here it is without further adue
many trips I moved green bales from the keys
on my coast guard cutter called "cherokee"
I smuggled marijuana right under their noses
In the bilge and around the hoses
many years I did it without a hitch
then in hurricane Hugo the ship started to pitch
next thing was the port engine blew
and how it happened nobody knew
a fire broke out and the sparks did fly
and with all the smoke my shipmates got high!
hard putting fire out down on our knees
couldn't see a damn thing we all looked chinese!
then when all the smoke did clear
from his cabin the captain did appear
he was very angry it was easy to see
his investigation pointed the finger at me
so this is how my career was bludgeoned
but in low places I became a legend
even though I saved lives in the perfect storm
I was just a scallywag in a coast guard uniform
By Captain Mike
ps I come from the seas of pirates and drug runners
but now I fish cause I thinks it's funner!
Categories:
smuggled, funnyfire, fire, drug,
Form:
Morning sunrise breathed light in filagree
burnishing colorful waves across the sea
It delicately wove golden threads of lace
in dawn's sky while it warmed my face
I smiled at the sea's luminous shimmers
as it moved in rhythmic dappled glimmers
The sun's brilliant shades of topaz and maize
seemed to set the sea aflame in a fiery blaze
I watched my footsteps stolen from the sand
by frothy fingers smuggled as contraband
A flock arrived; their squawks heard as a cheer
The avian's call to breakfast I could plainly hear
Seagulls sang together in a raucous symphony
as dawn in glorious beauty, revealed her litany
They kept watch for light appearing in the East
as the signal it was time for the day's first feast
It was such a wondrous morning upon the cape
as sunlight artfully painted a stunning seascape
Categories:
smuggled, morning, sea, sun,
Form:
Couplet
The rented hall ways so surreal.
Cheerful alumnus ranting sex appeal.
Forgive my dropping a time bomb.
Taking Mother to the prom.
Our student body didn't shake.
All others escorted steady dates.
A proclivity prom, above all others.
Our band encrypted, "The Righteous Brothers".
Bobby Hatfield's introverted eyes, somehow.
Deeply scanned the milk punch bowl.
Imposter bandits, smuggled from Jersey.
Spiked the punch bowl, with laced heresy.
Setting alumnus minds; off and reeling.
We never, "Lost that Loving Feeling".
Alas, by now you must have guessed.
A convert Baptist to Catholic to Buddhist.
Thanked and Blessed.
Times worn quickly it seems.
I betrothed the crowned prom queen.
If begets lead to further begetting.
Trumpet in the table setting.
Now, before I forget to mention.
I'm Chief Commander of the United Nations.
The priestly Buddhist Monk is my adjunct.
No!!, pundits from paltry pulpits Shout.
No needed pouting, I'll get put out.
Covetous opponents horns, a' Blow-in.
I hold cards, but none are show-in.
That female candidate, can she insist.
A real, lopsided bubble purist.
Piling coals upon my trouble list.
She never, "Closes Her Eyes Anymore when Her Lips are Kissed".
Dear Jesus, may I adorn my Bobby Hatfield headphones.
Appreciating a, past on, baritones gigs.
Someone strummed an evil trick.
Thank You, for Your promised Rainbow.
One end of the spectrum, birth and mirth.
The other end death, it seems much worse.
"It Makes Me Just Feel Like Crying".
"You are My Soul and Highest My Highest Inspiration".
Pressure doesn't bother me at all.
What casts my craw into the fiery jowl.
How all my works got twisted.
As tho, I took your Mom to the prom.
Hoped betterment of bastion dorms.
Face radiance of holistic norms.
Is "Something Beautiful Dying".
Categories:
smuggled, inspirational,
Form:
I REMEMBER YOU my lover
HOW LONELINESS HAD SMUGGLED OUR LIVES
OUR JOURNEY STARTED WITH PURE VERSES
WHEN I SAW THAT LOVE IN YOUR EYES
I REMEMBER MY LOVE. I do REMEMBER
TODAY MY HEART WRITHES,
THE SORROW OF SEPARATION
WEAKENS MY HEART…
ONE MORE TIME…
I WISH TO MERGE IN YOUR DREAMS,
DRINK THE WINE OF YOUR LIPS
FEEL THE WARMTH OF YOUR ARMS
RUN INTO YOUR VEINS
And rest ON YOUR STURDY SHOULDER
Now TEARS HAVE BARGED INTO MY LIFE
HAPPINESS HAS DESERTED MY WORLD
INSOMNIA HAS blinded my sleep
BUT MY LOVER I YEARN FOR YOU
I SINK INTO YOUR DEEP THOUGHTS
THE RIVERS HAVE BECOME SILENT
BIRDS DON’T SING ANYMORE
LEAVES HAVE FALLEN disgracefully
THE AROMATIC FLOWERS HAVE VANISHED
FEW DEAD LETTERS ARE STRUGGLING TO BREATH
YOUR VOICE ECHOES
In the valley of my heart.
I remember our unbreakable bond
Time destroys everything.
Oh my lover I remember
How I loved you
With all my heart
I remember my love , I do remember…
Categories:
smuggled, absence, dedication, deep, depression,
Form:
Free verse
WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON
SOMETIMES I JUST HAVE TO ASK...WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON.
AM I REALLY... HERE ON EARTH... OR DID I GO BEYOND.
VOLCANO'S HEATING THE OCEANS TEMPS.
LAWYERS TWISTING LAWS TILL BENT.
HOMELESS SLEEPING IN LITTLE TENTS.
WORKING PEOPLE CAN'T PAY THEIR RENTS.
SOMETIMES I JUST HAVE TO ASK...WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON.
AM I REALLY HERE ON EARTH OR DID I GO BEYOND.
BANKSTERS CONTROL THE CURRENCIES.
PRESCRIPTIONS WRITTEN WITH URGENCY.
ZOMBIES PASSING IN FRONT OF ME.
SO MANY THINGS ONE CAN'T BELIEVE.
SOMETIMES I JUST HAVE TO ASK...WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON
AM I REALLY HERE ON EARTH OR DID I GO BEYOND.
DRUG MANUFACTURERS, POISONING MANY PEOPLE.
MAIN STREET MEDIA TURNING THEM IN TO SHEEPLE.
INTERNET VIEWED BY MANY AS A DIRTY LITTLE PEEP SHOW.
I FIND MYSELF ON MY KNEES UNDER A CHURCH STEEPLE.
SOMETIMES I JUST HAVE TO ASK...WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON.
AM I REALLY HERE ON EARTH OR DID I GO BEYOND.
ALL RELIGIONS CAN'T BE WRONG.
IF I DON'T BELIEVE SO I DON'T BELONG.
HATRED SPREADING FROM A SONG.
GOLD BOUGHT AND SMUGGLED THROUGH HONK KONG.
SOMETIMES I JUST HAVE TO ASK...WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON
AM I REALLY HERE ON EARTH OR DID I GO BEYOND.
THIS CAN'T BE HEAVEN, IT MIGHT BE HELL
ECONOMY ISN'T DOING WELL
LOOSING FREEDOMS FROM WHAT I CAN TELL.
NOTHING TAUGHT ABOUT LIBERTY BELL.
SOMETIMES I JUST HAVE TO ASK...WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON.
AM I REALLY HERE ON EARTH OR DID I GO BEYOND.
OH MY GOD...LORD HAVE MERCY...HELP ME UNDERSTAND.
I REALLY BELIEVE THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG.
WITH OUR MODERN MAN.
I KINDA FEEL ...I'M CONFUSED..I'M REALLY IN A JAM.
CAN YOU PLEASE...SHED SOME LIGHT...SO I CAN UNDERSTAND.
SOMETIMES I JUST HAVE TO ASK...WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON.
AM I REALLY HERE ON EARTH OR DID I GO BEYOND.
Categories:
smuggled, anxiety, confusion, earth, horror,
Form:
Narrative
Sweet Just the Way I Like It
you're a genius she moaned
there can only be so much money in circulation
he replied halfheartedly fingering her abacus
the moon arose sharp as a razor
and they set about creating a dynasty
a master race of thumb sucking idiots
that arose from the dead at midnight
with pretensions of divine right
she was a plump desert highway waitress
with a mile of sunny cleavage
a beckoning oasis of hope
to every butt sore trucker
he was a cadre from the Cro Magnon bloc
raised by the Sisters of Inchoate Ire
in a constant din of prayer
a model of pedagogical endurance
a time of war ravaged the land
the grip of the Dept. of Antiquities was strong
wizards made the oceans boil
mystics buskered the street corners
will work for the contemplation of food
a few actually knew something
but in practice were a bit too bent
by the wind blinded by repetition
to be true in the rigorous mortis sense
nothing to be done except perhaps
another detached from reality ******
now that the past was in hot pursuit
but the leibensborn are clever
and they were smuggled to safety
in boxes of radio parts
he picked up the Bardic Hour
on the Welsh Luftwaffe Network
she was wired to the 220 dryer circuit
and clicked through the channels
Gamble for Your Soul followed by
Ladies of Leisure followed by
Nearly Inaudible the game show
which asked the same question
if the picture is perfect is it changeable
this is how they ineluctably became
the enemy of both sides
the rim shots were deafening
but histrionics had worked in the past
you'd think we were defending against death
rather than a better data set
so it is with surface addiction
a searching modern art piece
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
smuggled, angst, conflict, how i
Form:
Free verse
As Commander of the weird
Member of the phurst church of phun
An ordained member I am father and I am mother
Of the rubber chicken
Juggled between one George Bush and the other
Between camps, I break my foot,
They threw me up, North
I made some friends and begged
To be dragged around
In a wheel barrow or
A Greyhound after I stole the eighty bucks
Or eight hundred dollars for one way
Not knowing the way back
Stealing a thick book from a library in Oakland
I wasn’t running away
Snuck out the back door
To be smuggled southward in a van
Insulting a beautiful Cambodian woman in a yurt
That was not my yurt but someone else’s
Rolling around the desert with a mushroom man
Showing my butt for photographs just for a laugh
Hot Springs pool up we drive a million miles in a day
Naked women with strings show uteral decay
It’s ok, the sulfurous water cools as it moves downstream
Riding a UFO back to into the desert sands
We break into a dark secluded box
I am an elf, we know the task at hand
Exploring, we find a family is lost
So we show them the way out
Into a raging sandstorm we jump 2 stories down
Into the midst of another labyrinth
Which is much brighter
Full of people talking too loud
We walk around for the rest of the first night
Categories:
smuggled, memory, truth,
Form:
Narrative
You did move Cupid's
practiced hand
By what vile means or flip of
wand
To strike my heart a
poisoned blow
And bid this painful ulcer
grow.
Like bird from tree to tree I
flit
To skip the toil within your
pit
And maybe find a potent cure
To life of fish before a lure.
If only you would hear my
plea
And drain this magic out of
me
I'd grab a trident and a
sword
And be to you a vengeful
lord.
They say you smuggled
something dark
By food or drink to slave
my heart
And force me play this
shameful part
Of dog to its own mother
bark.
Categories:
smuggled, love, tree, tree,
Form:
Quintilla
Bombing Indonesia
So they broke the law and smuggled drugs etc. How about we drop some 1000lb bombs on Jakarta and nuke each individual Indonesian air force, navy and army base? FOR A BIT OF FRIGGING FUN? FRIG YEA. What comes around goes around.
The Aussies lied on scrapping their F-111s. A recon bird flew high over Indo land. She drew up the motley bunch of Flankers and got splashed. As intended. She was unmanned. Manned F-111s went in and cluster bombed the Indo bases. F-18s gave top cover.
When the flankers showed up, the F-18 pilots confirmed what we all knew: the Indo Flankers had no missiles. Just a gun. Every Flanker was brought down. Their F-16s did better and splashed two old Hornets. But the Indo F-5s got three Super Hornets, in turn being wiped out by the Super Hornets who were actually bombers. A pilot smelling blood is a rabid dog. Reports of gunning civilians are that, reports.
There were some who said that Indonesia under the Soviet dogs was better armed. Equipped with Badger bombers and Fishbed fighters. Could they resist Australia? And bomb the F-18 bases? Or be like Saddam Hussein and wiped out? Indo Flankers did no better. War, all for a few executions...
Categories:
smuggled, abuse, allah, anger, betrayal,
Form:
Verse