Best Voyaged Poems
Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the Greeks would call you; Diana, Caesar knew
Who would brave the ether, who would cross the void
To agitate the tranquil sea you had so long enjoyed
To softly kiss your ravaged face and return to tell the tale
Of Luna's hidden secrets beneath her powdered veil?
Three heroes took the final quest aboard their fiery steed
In Apollo's silver chariot proceeding with godspeed
Three days and nights they voyaged to their opalescent goal
On Earth they watched and worried in the halls of ground control
One held the craft outside the reach of Luna's jealous grip
While Eagle's talons cradled two who risked the final trip
They timidly approached her through the shadowy abyss
Luna waited patiently and received the Eagle's kiss
Nations watched and cheered on Terra's distant shore
As one man finally took a step no one ever took before
In our hearts and in our minds his words will be enshrined
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
I have been here, I’ve been there,
over yonder up and down.
Been back home and been long gone,
been nowhere but been around.
I’ve traveled for a far piece,
just a hop, skip and a jump.
I climbed clear up to the top,
hit rock bottom with a thump.
I’ve journeyed and I’ve traversed,
arrived here and went that way.
Headed out, trekked, and jetted,
fixin’ to go there someday.
Went when the Spirit moved me,
only if the creek don’t rise.
I’ll head out your way sometime,
if I make it be surprised.
I’ve voyaged, gadded about,
tramped, stomped, and drifted around.
Been where the sun did not shine,
just the other side of town.
I’ve flown over the rainbow,
the other side of the track.
I’ve crossed against the traffic,
walked away and not looked back.
Always marched to my own drum,
I’ve strolled down the avenue.
Danced, pranced, and pirouetted,
I’ve had nothing left to lose.
Where I’m bound, where I’m going,
don’t ask me ‘cause I can’t tell.
Some say I’m bound for Heaven,
others swear it’s straight to Hell.
Teddy Roosevelt wanted the world to meet
the might of the United States with the “Great White Fleet”.
This naval fleet of ships sailed around the world.
They voyaged to where so many different flags were unfurled.
This country became a world power, and was not about to sit on the shelf.
Mr. Roosevelt took pride in this project. He was a military man himself.
Back in 1907 was when this historic episode took place.
Since then, this nation has progressed at a steady pace.
Robert Pettit
Motif: historical
New Poem: March 18, 2014
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" escape from the nightmares of yesterdays ... uphold the sublime ... SOAR ... FLY ! "
eyes were shut
head in bow
sitting in the rocking chair ...
DUSK - murky ... vague ... nestled with woe and a twilight dew
tears fell - as I sleep in my cradle's journey
~~~my CRIB of dreams
now,
I open my eyes,
the eyes of my frolicsome mind
I SPREAD my wings
FLIP it as possibly as I can
and vagabond over what is possible
I FLEW ... SOARED ... MANOEUVRE ... and STRAYED ~~~
abscond from the immeasurable humanly problems
flee from vast imperfections and life's stains and limits
escape from the TRUTH that everything ends in the same END
I went to nowhere and
voyaged over the atmospheric umbrella of reality ~
I FLEW ...
as I witnessed a new kingdom
a door of spectral hues of iridescence emerged from nowhere
I enter and amazed of what I see
my jaws dropped and eyes in bulge
pictures of gaiety visualized in clear images
reflections of the HIGHEST GOOD followed
enticing, alluring, enchanting
no words came out
this is a realm of my powerful IMAGINATION'S LIMITLESS
a realm where there's perfection
realm where there's love, peace and freedom
realm of equality and just kingdom
a new world where there is a HAPPY ENDING
a world together with Cinderella,Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
a world of FAIRY TALES
a world sculpted by my "THIRD EYE"
a world painted by my mind's "DYE".
I want to live in this world~~~flew back in reality is now just a dream!
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FOR THE NEW TORCH BEARERS (REVISITED)
(APROPOS MLK: PART 2)
They voyaged over many tempestuous oceans and seas;
They were pursued in woods by vicious dogs—dogs
Salivating stale slave smells of strange fruits
In hanging trees.
They were hunted, trapped and penned like slimed
Wild hogs.
They waded rivers—buoyed by the bodies of their ancestors;
Footprints left in caked blood on river banks in the golden dawn.
Now here we are; standing in the mist of our debtors:
flaming spirits from the black phoenix’s spawn. We’re now
on the everlasting arm of which the ancestors leaned upon.
We are those of which the ancestors long ago spoke;
We are the dream that sustained them during their bloody ‘buke
and lashing scorn;
We are the moored vision and anchor that strengthen them
with audacious hope.
So come chosen children, everybody gather here around;
Let us sit together—talk and pray for just a little while.
Like papa, keep your eyes on the prize—not on the ground;
Walk well down the blood stained path of freedom’s aisle.
Listen children, the battle is not yet won; there’s still much work
left for us to get done.
Girdle yourselves with that ebony pilgrim’s pride—facing
the rising sun of a new day begun.
Rise up little children and give rebirth to the words
the ancestors said!
Rise up little children and cover yourself with the blood
they have shed!
Rise up little children and rip apart the new veiled shackles
and hidden yoke!
Rise up little children—raising your torches higher
than everlasting hope!
You are the new torch bearers of the dream;
You are today’s Martin Luther King.
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" escape from the nightmares of yesterdays ... uphold the sublime ... SOAR ... FLY ! "
eyes were shut
head in bow
sitting in the rocking chair ...
DUSK - murky ... vague ... nestled with woe and a twilight dew
tears fell - as I sleep in my cradle's journey
~~~my CRIB of dreams
now,
I open my eyes,
the eyes of my frolicsome mind
I SPREAD my wings
FLIP it as possibly as I can
and vagabond over what is possible
I FLEW ... SOARED ... MANOEUVRE ... and STRAYED ~~~
abscond from the immeasurable humanly problems
flee from vast imperfections and life's stains and limits
escape from the TRUTH that everything ends in the same END
I went to nowhere and
voyaged over the atmospheric umbrella of reality ~
I FLEW ...
as I witnessed a new kingdom
a door of spectral hues of iridescence emerged from nowhere
I enter and amazed of what I see
my jaws dropped and eyes in bulge
pictures of gaiety visualized in clear images
reflections of the HIGHEST GOOD followed
enticing, alluring, enchanting
no words came out
this is a realm of my powerful IMAGINATION'S LIMITLESS
a realm where there's perfection
realm where there's love, peace and freedom
realm of equality and just kingdom
a new world where there is a HAPPY ENDING
a world together with Cinderella,Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
a world of FAIRY TALES
a world sculpted by my "THIRD EYE"
a world painted by my mind's "DYE".
I want to live in this world~~~flew back in reality is now just a dream!
~*~
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*-* jun-jun villanueva
*-* " A POEM, PLEASE " contest
The meandering Universe or tightly packed with no edges at all
The Universe huge and pulsing enough to give seed to the life forms is packed rock into a ball
The Universe did it know all along about Love?
Hey what is life anyway? Some say they know from messages above, within— without
Some say they know by analysis, some philosophers, mystics, priests, all claim they have the key to the riddle-- What do they know?
I have voyaged with Plato, and Aristotle feeling the firm ground beneath me slipping away,
I mourned the Passion, I have kneeled for Allah, Vishnu, Shiva, Yahweh, RA, Amun-Ra, Odin, and I have imbibed the mystic, elevating into a fugue
Hawkins, Sagan, Einstein have wisely spoken, I speak their words, “Where did God hide those confounded data?”
I have visited the land where law of religions becomes the external garb of man, atoms flowing rapidly energetically all from cloth to flesh and back again--
In those black holes I have held hands with Sagan, De Grasse
In search of other worldly terrestrial beings, and have floated into eternity embracing Hawkings into beauteous things— with water at the center of it all…
Plunged into darkness, and never found those dice,
What can I say, I am only man.
We have tried for millenniums to answer the puzzling riddles, what is the ‘mystery of inequity’, perchance it is of no substance at all, or is split asunder in the vital soul of man himself some slippery essence waiting to ooze out into the atmosphere,
The riddles are great, and the universe holds them somewhere in the abyss, of man blackest recesses perchance— Maybe there is no mystery at all… “Philosophy is a smile on a dog”
Some say they know by analysis, some Philosophers, mystics, Scientists, all claim they have the key to the riddle…What do they know?
In the desperate search of God we have despised our ways, Men have become haters of Love. I saw the birth of the humanist once upon a page-- Petrarch my father
He held the keys jangling with a smirk and rage…
Man disappoints man…
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" FLYING WITHOUT WINGS ..."
eyes were shut
head in bow
sitting in the rocking chair ...
DUSK - murky ... vague ... nestled with woe and a twilight dew
tears fell - as I sleep in my cradle's journey
~~~my CRIB of dreams
now,
I open my eyes,
the eyes of my frolicsome mind
I SPREAD my wings
FLIP it as possibly as I can
and vagabond over what is possible
I FLEW ... SOARED ... MANOEUVRE ... and STRAYED ~~~
abscond from the immeasurable humanly problems
flee from vast imperfections and life's stains and limits
escape from the TRUTH that everything ends in the same END
I went to nowhere and
voyaged over the atmospheric umbrella of reality ~
I FLEW ...
as I witnessed a new kingdom
a door of spectral hues of iridescence emerged from nowhere
I enter and amazed of what I see
my jaws dropped and eyes in bulge
pictures of gaiety visualized in clear images
reflections of the HIGHEST GOOD followed
enticing, alluring, enchanting
no words came out
this is a realm of my powerful IMAGINATION'S LIMITLESS
a realm where there's perfection
realm where there's love, peace and freedom
realm of equality and just kingdom
a new world where there is a HAPPY ENDING
a world together with Cinderella,Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
a world of FAIRY TALES
a world sculpted by my "THIRD EYE"
a world painted by my mind's "DYE".
I want to live in this world~~~flew back in reality is now just a dream!
~*~
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Sonnet for Dr Izabela
From Baltic coast you ventured on a quest
As England's forebears came in ages past
From Hanseat haven voyaged to the west
But not in conquest save perhaps of hearts
You brought no strife but tender love and care
Armed only with your knowledge and your skill
And these you plied with wisdom all too rare
To many who admire and prize them still
You played your role with warmth, charm and grace
Time never seemed to want when in your presence
One felt safe, reassured while in that space
With such endowments that were of your essence
So take with you our blessings and our prayers
And we will keep your memory through the years
NA in Early December standard Contest
Biological copulation draws Easter egg,
fecund gooey glommed gametes
heralding zygote
(adroit bitcoin currency)
describing extemporaneous fusion
generate hormonal influx
juices kickstarting life manifold
natural occurrence pregnancy quilts
rudimentary secrete tapestry
until vicar wizard yields
zealous adorable biological concatenation,
derivative extrapolated filigreed
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin MineCraft
nascent occurrence
presaging quintessential reproduction, sharing third trimester,
umbilical venerated womb
yawping zee amazing baby, credit deoxyribonucleic acid,
enigma fantastically grand
husband injected jetted klatch, leaving microscopic nothings,
opportunistically pierced quarters, readied shutterfly trap,
uterus vibrantly welded
* * * * * * * * *
yoked zappa bun, cooked definitive enchilada,
formula generations hardy
induced jimmied kin, labored maternal newborn, one pricked queue,
randiness spurred testes ubiquitously, voyaged whimpering yelper
thence subjected to the royal treatment
whence reality inundates the full term offspring
upon a lifelong journey (initially as a foreigner sans in utero),
but willfulness viz life source secures survivor
against the pinging peccadilloes
learning by trial and error to iron out kinks
as one among the human league
since the modus operandi to transcend encumbrances
triggers built in impetus
to traverse poet tent shill pitfalls along
space/time continuum trajectory
which adversity only serves to net greater strength
since that instantaneous and spontaneous bitmap
encoded upon conception.
FOR THE NEW TORCH BEARERS
(APROPOS MLK: 2)
I have voyaged over many tempestuous oceans and seas;
I have been pursued in woods by vicious dogs,
Salivating stale slave smells left in hanging trees;
Been hunted, trapped and penned like sliming wild hogs.
I’ve waded rivers buoyed by the bodies of ancestors;
My blood has caked on their banks in the golden dawn;
Yet I’m still here; solid like a rock, standing in the mist
Of our debtors;
For I am the flaming spirit from the black phoenix’s spawn
I am that everlasting arm of which the ancestors leaned
Upon;
I am that of which the ancestors long ago spoke;
I am what sustained them during their bloody rebuke
And lashing scorn;
I am the anchor that strengthen them with an audacious
And undying hope.
So come chosen children; everybody gather here
Around.
Let us sit together talking and praying for a while.
Like Papa, let us keep our eyes on the prize; gaze
Not down on the ground.
Raise high your heads: strutting down the blood stained
freedom aisle.
Listen children, the battle is not yet won; there’s still work
left to be done.
Girdle yourselves with an ebony pilgrim’s pride; girt
The rising sun of new days begun.
Rise up little children and give rebirth to the words
The ancestors said;
Rise up little children and cover yourself with the blood
They have shed.
Rise up little children and rip apart the new veiled shackles
And invisible yoke;
Rise up little children, raising your bright new torches
Higher than everlasting hope:
You are the new torch bearers of the dream;
You are the new Martin Luther King.
Biological copulation draws Easter egg,
fecund gooey glommed gametes
heralding zygote
(adroit bitcoin currency)
describing extemporaneous fusion
generate hormonal influx
juices kickstarting life manifold
natural occurrence pregnancy
quilts rudimentary secrete tapestry
until vicar wizard yields
zealous adorable biological concatenation,
derivative extrapolated filigreed
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin
MineCraft nascent occurrence
presaging quintessential reproduction,
sharing third trimester,
umbilical venerated womb
yawping zee amazing baby,
credit deoxyribonucleic acid,
enigma fantastically grand
husband injected jetted klatch,
leaving microscopic nothings,
opportunistically pierced quarters,
readied shutterfly trap, uterus vibrantly welded
* * * * * * * * *
yoked zappa bun,
cooked definitive enchilada,
formula generations hardy
induced jimmied kin,
labored maternal newborn,
one pricked queue,
randiness spurred testes ubiquitously,
voyaged whimpering yelper
thence subjected to the royal treatment
whence reality inundates
the full term offspring
upon a lifelong journey
(initially as a foreigner sans in utero),
but willfulness viz life source
secures survivor against pinging peccadilloes
learning by trial and error to iron out kinks
as one among the human league
since the modus operandi to transcend
encumbrances triggers built in impetus
to traverse poet tent shill pitfalls
along the space/time continuum trajectory
which adversity only serves to net greater strength
since that instantaneous and spontaneous bitmap
encoded upon conception.
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INFERNO
As I watched from far away,
Under the sun sending down its rays,
Not willing to stare any longer,
And about to find my way out,
I noticed the earth trembling,
Followed by a cacophony,
Temperature rose in a flash,
Behold it was a volcano,
Red molten flowing down from its cone,
Arable down destroyed,
The reddish molten was like blood,
Blood of Slavery.
When will hearts of men be one?
Being different from none,
Humans being callous to another,
For exploitation of others,
Like a lion that turneth not away from its prey.
Captured with alluring promises,
With goodies and pleasantries,
Men became victims of circumstances,
Minds anticipated life with good fortunes and feature,
But least they never knew,
That their thoughts were all fiction.
Disastrous like a sirroco,
Blew the winds of the deserts,
Their human nature became weary,
Without any proper attention given,
Covering many miles,
Of which some lost their lives.
Seeing the anguish of men,
I rhapsodised about the fate of lives,
That were experiencing onslaught,
My heart was deeply exasperated,
Seeing how lives were siphoned like liquid,
The famished ones died away,
And the sands of the desert buried their bodies.
On the Mediterranean they voyaged,
Endangering lives of youthful age,
They were like unpreserved cabbage,
Experiencing the sporadic fierce tempest,
The extreme cold nights,
Accompanied with empty stomach,
Leading their skin to take the hue of an oak,
In juxtaposition with a mahogany.
Nostalgic feelings came,
The care and love shown to them at home,
Created in their hearts a hole, Which can only be filled by hope, Their condition was like perdition.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
I helped him out and this is what I came up with so its a collaboration between
Cindy & Allan
Two Roads
Comprehend
right now
the decision so hard
Meeting crossroads
containing no mergence
One travels steered roads
Another down the daunting path
This journeyed
numerous times before
Acknowledged by humanity
understanding
For what it undoubtedly is
It will be
easy to begin with
Only in the end
the result dire
The path's boundary met
moving forth inevitable
The other
Less popular
Fewer travelled
Still uneven
assumed scary to trek upon
This jaunt comprises
tenacious confusion
Unsure of it's being
or where the venturing heads
Frightening
The unknown
But vizualize
its feasible
and leads
to immortal happiness
At present I feel
you perceive
'I can not manage this any longer'
My friend
we have met at the same place
Enshrine in your heart
one demands your presence
the other purely enlightened
Ask
I voyaged the road taken
to find it ends like all before
Returning to crossroads
lost again
may I?
adventure the road less travelled
I think you must
I do advice
Waiting there for you
ready and patient
Hoping then praying
one day
that lost soul of yours
To walk down
the unknown path
and brave essence
furthermore
The lake was then dry, not even dank,
The tortoise himself had grown lank.
The fox had departed the field,
Since the scorching sun was no shield.
The geese, like the plovers before,
Voyaged to some hills of galore.
Tortoise who was known to be sly
Became rueful turning to cry.
How can two geese make tortoise fly,
Needs of hills of galore supply?
A long stick put on tortoise’s mouth,
We hold on both ends flying south.
‘Soon we’ll get to hills of galore,
Where there’s water, plants and much more.’
‘What if tortoise speaks as we fly,
To warnings he may not comply?’
Between his teeth he held the stick,
Having promised never to speak.
The two geese held the sticks’ two ends,
Each on one side as Tortoise’s friends.
Soon they rose high into the skies,
How the three thought themselves so wise.
Over hills, vales and plains they flew,
Over cities they never knew.
And the people saw them up so high,
Some marveled, others wondered why.
So funny a tortoise flying
With two geese, they can’t stop laughing.
They said Tortoise will soon fall sick,
Gripping long in his mouth a stick.
Some said it was an ugly sight
To behold a tortoise on flight.
The angered tortoise heard them all,
He’d forgotten he’ll risk a fall.
Then the tortoise reproved them all,
Forgetting that he risked a fall.