Best Somewhere Poems
Deeply dive into my Southern border. . again
again. . border around my existence ever so deeply
Somewhere over the Horizon
love is met gently
Images melt into one, opening the melody within- desires are found
found are the sensations leading to hills and tight spaces and soft images
Somewhere over the Horizon
fantasy meets reality
Kiss evenly along my Northern hemisphere taking the time to. . explore
explore. . delicate tips and melting lips and that Eastern border aching for a kiss
Somewhere over the Horizon
reality finds you and me
Trace the chills along my Western curves as pleasure whispers. . deep
deep. . into my Southern border once again, the melody you trace
Somewhere over the Horizon
we collide passionately
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Just a little Scribble
~ Sweet Imagery ~
I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else,
I cannot stay in one place.
The grass is green where I’ve never been
and never have shown my face.
When I look back on every track
where there’s nothing to entice
me to return to where I never yearn.
You won’t see my footsteps twice.
I’ve lived through drought and I’ve lived through flood,
I’ve been where a fire’s burnt black.
I’ve seen the curse where the locusts’ worse
and the crops are all under attack.
I’ve been laid down in a cyclone town
when winds are a howling gale.
In the shearing shed when the markets dead
and the cheques bounced over the rail.
I’ve no good terms on the squatters land
for he’s never a man to talk,
and he can’t control his angry soul
when a restless man don’t walk.
If there’s sag in my tucker bag
near a campfire I’m content.
He’ll try to rule I’m a thieving fool
so my time with him is spent.
I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else;
each camp is a rainbows end,
where the only gold that I get to hold
is to wake in the morning again
to bear my load on the distant road
for ahead lies my clarity,
that with my charms in the need for alms,
there’s a world full of charity.
I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else,
in my chase for the know not what,
where time ahead guide the fearful dead,
something that I am not.
From coast to coast my eventual ghost
will tramp o’er the trail I made,
which can’t be denied is Australia wide
when I rest where my body is laid.
The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me seafoam fields poppied
with pomegranate and honey
opium of jasmine lilting on a leeward drowse
delicious sift of sand drifting
warm and soft between my toes
as coral breezes court flamingo scapes
with pina colada suns
and I drift in and out of hibiscus euphoria
Let a mist of cockatoos flutter
in lapis skies puffed with fat feather clouds
parrots and toucans preening
like a rainbow shimmer
Tingle my pineapple senses
through the afterglow of mango afternoons
Create visions of paradise
in the cerulean of hyacinth
and never bring me back
Green - I have seen you somewhere within my evergreen soul
Where the Omniscient plays his flute
To rejuvenate the tired ones - scattered by the humdrum of daily chores
His idiosyncratic tune soothes my heart
Green - I have seen you somewhere within the desolated dry lands
Where you assure us of a definite return
Spiralling with the next rain to come - with the seeds of new love
Sprouting with our endless hopes - in the hands of caressing farmers
Farmers of life too
Green - I have seen you somewhere within the falling leaves
Burnt by the desires of their own - dejected souls
Still they fall on the ground from where they got nourishment
Mix them with their mother to make her fertile
To maintain the perpetual flow of love
To the next progeny
An evergreen dream
Comes true
Green - I have seen you somewhere within ...
My desperate hopes
01.03.16
Sun is dripping
into the ocean's azure.
A long day's warmth
lingers in my skin
as splendor streaks the sky.
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I drifted past the sunset
where horizons make their place
Imaginary lineage
that artists love to trace
I saw the world illumined
in a shade of tangerine
Beyond the treelined silhouette
and shadows in between
I scaled a distant mountain
that was massive in its size
Where I could taste the altitude
amidst blueberry skies
When then I saw a sparrow
as it flitted on the wing
And followed it, just listening
in hopes that it would sing
It took me down a pathway,
round the bend and every turn
Then rested in an olive tree
beside a river fern
I bid farewell and strolled along,
directions heading west
For this I hoped would lead me too
my early morning quest
A squirrel danced above me
in the branches of the trees,
A firefly then floated by,
like surfing on the breeze
I watched in endless wonder
as the world about me turned
Took little notes in scribbled thoughts
of all that I had learned
When up ahead I see a spark,
a tiny orb of gold
As half a day had come and gone,
if every truth be told
It seems I've found my treasure,
there it sits before my eyes
The one thing I've been searching for,
a beautiful sunrise
Good morning, Soupers
In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;
With Spring's new life
real peace they can know,
In the Morning Star's
perpetual glow!
I’m inside the night
Twirling my thumbs
Watching moths
About my head
Beating soft wings
Against things.
I’m outside the day
Wiping sweat from
The back of my neck
Watching pterodactyls
Beating their huge
Wings like heavy plastic
Against the scorching air.
I’m inside my bed
Turning occasionally
Imagining the breath
Of a vast ocean one
Thousand yards below
Me and the damp salty
Air wets my face and ears.
I’m beneath the clay
Dreaming I’m alive.
Somewhere past the fallen limbs
Of old tangled oaks and elm
Breaking silence as lighting dims
Rushing whispers split the realm
Mocking silence with a hush
It slicks the stones of shallow brook,
Exalting in babble with a gush,
I turn to take a humble look.
Searching fluid sounds of creation
Articulating His wordless voice,
Tears fall dryly at my sublimation
To waters endless song , rejoice.
Brenda Atry
September 28, 2011
Out there is a stranger that I already...............love
no, you don't know me now, but you.................will
just keep looking and eventually we will..........find
a winding road that ends with you and..............me
before these short years find their end....someday
that rarest moment will surely happen...sometime
with us finally meeting face to face.....somewhere.
"End Line Word" contest
"Somewhere Safe Little Ghost, in your Mirrors"
You asked me,
what happens when we go -
then what next?
I replied to you,
“God, only knows, little ghost”.
You asked me,
“When you visit, after you go -
how will I know you’re there?’
I replied to you,
“Look for me
in your mirrors,
the windows to inside
never lie, little ghost.”
You asked me, then,
“What if I’m scared?
Will you visit me then?”
I replied,
“You won’t be scared.
You’ll be looking for me in everything,
you’ll know me inside out, by then.
I'll always be with you, I'll always be there."
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Somewhere in the universe
Beyond the boundary of earth’s gravity
Travelling light becomes a reality
Weightless, as no baggage is recognized
There’s nothing to hold you down
Far above the clouds where time is void
With lazy sun-filled days come sweet dreams
Of a place far away, beyond this sphere
Where sceneries in Rockwell paintings may be real
Where man and nature live in mutual respect
And children flourish in innocence and peace…
Somewhere far, above the clouds
~*~
6/20/'13
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Somewhere a hand is reading out loud
a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal
recording daily life’s soirees,
memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes
from the blasting words of the sun.
Somehow someone reaches
from darkness to drive the shadows
that meet the body of her child: trembling
with excitement or fear,
sliding tender fingers on the back;
parts the arms like wind that rushes in
all seasons to reveal the lush, delicious
landscape of summer ; then rubs the elbow
down the forearm to greet the cheeks
with a kiss and watches while
the hands move back without help or
guidance from the daughter sleeping. ~
Somewhere a mother, grandmother,
godmother, stepmother, or mother nature
weeps over love’s broken child;
uses her hair to bandage
the wound on the youth’s head …unfolds
her hands from prayer to widen
the window of angel psalms
pressing her lips into alleys
of the sapling’s mouth: a tear transforms her
from receiving to giving. ..
and she feels without seeing the last light
of the night; lit for those who witness
its final extinguishing.
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*with love to my Mom who had passed on*
Gautami Phookan's Poet lll Contest
by nette onclaud
Let me run again,
through the tall, amber grass,
where sunbeams slope like stairways,
and where tomorrow waits,
at the top of the stairs.
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1/8/15 For the contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud "Somewhere"
By Carrie Richards (30 syllables)
Wherever I may be
i shall carry you with me
deep inside my heart