Best Territory Poems
ignorance is bliss
baby bunny in the woods -
monitored by lynx
05.11.2018
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Syllable : 5-7-5
The very hot summer is coming to a close,
fresh cool weather is in the air.
I love my walks on autumn days,
it puts a giddy up in my steps.
Off to the pretty park we will go,
looking for the In Marked Territory area.
The grass seems much greener,
with a very deep rich smell.
Open the gate quickly before I let loose,
a fun doggie park is the way to go.
Ancient and modern is this heartbeat
of a kingdom of four territories;
becoming the first biter to the endocarp of industrialization;
the first host to a global carnival of sports;
running the eldest of all notable department stores
and oldest without aging is one of its publishing houses.
A historic accumulator of colonies
with a spoken identity well pumped into different parts of the world
which has married diplomacy, economy and finance
to give global relevance to anyone who acquires it.
Even with this huge dominance,
Its initial lingua franca was
an adoption from its southern neighbor.
From Winchester to London, the route of its history is endless
Wwth the Lincoln cathedral the first overtaker
of the great pyramid of Gaza in an increasing participating race
and the first caster of the globe’s lifeless identity in Aluminium.
It’s a relentless consumer of Tea
having agents of law enforcement surprisingly not needing weapons
only but in situations of an adrenaline rush.
This defined region also has shoulders high above all others
in space and capacity showcased by Hay-on-Wye,
in dimensions and height, exhibited by Nature’s craft in Avebury,
in the size of a residence of royalty decorated in Windsor,
in numerical value of products traded in Harry ramsden
and a proud member of the starters’ club
in the creation of transportation mediums through rails.
The home of technology’s birth
and the courtyard where science is entertained
which is both less and greater than Thomas Harriot;
smiling when Christopher Merret and the Champagne
both got registered in history’s dairy.
The contribution of William Dockwra through stamps;
the excellence of Charles parsons shown in the stream turbine;
and the magic of Bletchley park
exhibited through the wonders of the colossus
are a fascinating fraction of a wing of its colourful feathers.
If these praises should spread online
The entire world of the internet has among others, Tim Berners to thank.
The Irish Republican Army
Through clenched teeth will fight,
So all with Irish accents
Will hear "Ireland's call" and unite.
The cowboys sings of the country
Mountains and farms and all that,
Though he is from the city
he'll wear his ten gallon hat.
The American is so proud
He was born on the Fourth of July,
He sings the "star spangled banner"
With hand on heart as he cries.
The Australian larrikin is proud
Of their beaches, forests and sun,
That he is "young and free"
With BBQ and beer soaked fun.
The Scotsman wears His kilt
And recites what Burns may have said,
About the braveheart spirit
That against the Englishmen bled.
Then there's the twelve year old boy
Thinks "in what can I now be proud" ?,
He'll wear his football jersey
With the thousands in the stand with the crowd.
These all have something in common
It's the same thing that drives them all,
It's all about their identity
By this we all stand or fall.
The identity is the powerful force
That drives all of life's decisions,
To understand motivation
The identity is the heart's incision.
For this we'll defend to the death
For that is our fighting territory,
Because it's who we are
Where belief comes from, our identity.
Note: "Ireland's call" is the anthem sung by the Irish rugby team which is made up of both the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland.
"Young and free" is in Australia's national anthem
"Larrikin" is Australian slang for a person who is a bit cheeky
This new voyage on which you have begun
Is taking you into, as yet, uncharted territory.
It is a journey not ’cross distant seas,
Nor to foreign lands, but to deep within your self.
It is a time, during which you will discover hidden depths,
And strength you could never believe you possessed
On it you will make new friendships and deepen old.
You will discover new loves, new joys and new life
Things you may once have taken for granted
Will become so very precious
Like jewels mined from deep within earth’s darkness.
Supported by loved ones near and far
You are strong enough for this your own odyssey
So go with fortitude to reach your appointed destination
that is you.
Over the narrow coastal zone,
where my sweetheart lives,
I am able to see the forest covered by the rain of May,
and it lies the treasure of kisses y stream,
the most fine flow of happiness.
My sweetheart and I take turn in watching such beauties,
which flows everywhere,
digging up days and nights, as we dig our hands
into the lovely day
and we find it so sexy and rewarded,
nothing else is so peaceful in South America Suriname.
In the place where no one goes
lurks many things that no one knows,
where we are terrified to roam
in fear of facing ways unknown.
This place is deep within our mind
but one we never dare to find,
if brushed against by accident
we close the path down which we went.
And yet this place controls our souls,
untouchable it bars our goals
and even though we go not there
it is the route to everywhere.
What is this place you dare not go?
What is it that you dare not show?
Why is it that within your mind
there is a place you dare not find?
Ivor G Davies
One lopes through
his dense tree occupied domain,
thinly dappled,dispersed stripes
gleaming,
dully on a soft fur coat,
tongue lolling lazily in and out of
a pearl toothed mouth
Another careens widely across
her vivid fields green fields
wind flapping back
watchful ears,
screeching to a stop to
sniff and
hone in on the scent
of a shivering quarry,
jet black fur shining in
blazing light
the last scampers neatly on
swift toes through
his unknown vine-tangled trails ,
ever exploring the lands
beyond his own vast territory,
unveiling whatever remains
covert to his curios mind
My dogs seem out of place
in my backyard
"Dangerous Territory"
The wash
slides over naked minds
and feet
the sands of time
pull you in
unexpected inviting
secrets whispered
in your ears
too late to turn
do you take
the message
to heart
or burn it
as flotsam, jetsam,
a wayward dream
fair weather friends
fast warning
loose charter
dangerous territory
somersaults backwards
out of the drowning
to certainty's sure
so close
yet so far
outer edge
of the
storm
your heart
a treasure box
locked for bursting
no warning
unsigned,
dangerous territory
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Prime Time of Your Life” / Pomplamoose
https://youtu.be/-nvJVht1LQs
alternative
https://youtu.be/gQVeAkcvYfQ
Stark barren red island
Rising out of sea like sand
Changing colours reflecting
The heat and sun parched land
The shadows cast by the Olgas
Beneath a rainbow sky
Land eternal revolving
Interchanging wet and dry
Like a speck of sand in time
Are the prints of all of man
Ancient land of cycads
The hot dry breezes fan
A pitiless barren country
Giving birth to evergreen
Ghost gums like sentinels
On solitary escarpments wean
Kakadu and Katherine
And the emblem kangaroo
Solitude, the Dreamtime
And the sacred Uluru
Heart of this my country
Pulsating barren land
Land of “Never Never”
This Northern Wonderland
In my early teens (late 60's)
I remember it all
began
in my mind
Dad was driving us into
downtown Minneapolis
for church I think,
up ahead, a block or so,
the bob-lights on top of
2 cop cars was twirlin'
and speakers were loopin'
that open-sore noise
then it went silent
but what caught our eyes
was, the 2 cops were standing
over a Native American sleeping
against a wall,
they picked him up,
all limp arms and legs
and chucked him into the
open trunk of their squad
car like they were swinging
gunnysacks of taters
dad was the first to say
something as we passed
by when the light changed
"the Indians got it rough
here in town, jimmy,
gotta
help 'im when
you can, son"
50 yrs ago...
little has changed,
Dakota Oil injustice,
now near me puppet
heads
allowing pipelines
to disgrace sacred
Treaty Lands.
People gonna rise-up
again, and get water-blasted
off their feet & stuck with
them stingin' dam electric
stun-frizzle wires
like we were some
kinda human chimera
that needs to be
extinguished.
dads been gone 12 yrs
now
"gotta help 'im
when you
can, son"
...gotta
help 'im
when
I can
July '18
Minneapolis
Falling embers
Splintering lives and
Piercing memories
Rage begets rage.
Weeping mothers
Enraged brothers
Martyred fathers
Widowed sisters
Pushing ideologies
My way or no way
Twisted metal
Territorial markings
Of a beast.
Your word says be
Fruitful and multiply
That’s why I need
Help from the big guy
In the great sky
You place me here
And only you know
The real reason why
I will not question you
You know what You want
Me to do. I will do it for You,
Whatever it is. I know You
Will help me and I will do it
For Your glory. I’m asking the
Great king to blow your ,
Wonderful wind,
beneath my wings.
so that I can fly,
in the heavenly sky.
To reach all nations
Because God You are
More than a sensation.
For only Your glory,
I pray that You increase
My territory.
God blessed them and said to them, "Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and
subdue it. Rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air and over every living
creature that moves on the ground." Genesis 1:28
Jabez cried out to the God of Israel, "Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory!
Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain." And God
granted his request. I Chronicles 4:10
wrote 9-10-10
In Marked Territory 10-28-24 - Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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In Marked Territory
Midnight tightly clasps the darkness,
Like a wounded heart,
In between topaz edges of twilight
And pastels of first light.
Jealous of its cosmos
Shoos away the master of the day
Turning the face of the daystar
To other skies
To claim small hours.
Guardian of vanishing infinities
Speaks
Indigo borders
For moonlight
Moonbows
And wishes on the first brave star
Where waves of the galaxy
Break
Over unseen edges of stellar sands.
Lit only by celestial lanterns
Enchanter
Conjures sovereign spells
Declaring jurisdiction over platinum roses
And
Lover’s sighs
That wax then wane under polar stars.
Night rules this welkin magic,
A sorcerer hiding a book of spells,
This realm under the starry arch
The moonrise
The nebulae decorating the firmament,
Where gravity hems in epiphanies.
Danger
Lingers
© kash poet(22nd July 2011)
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