I don't desire mountains,
Nor do I desire coasts
But I hope when I knock your door, Death,
You would be a gracious host.
When I come to meet you Death,
I hope you would be kind.
And shoulder to carry me,
None I'd need to find.
I hope when I lay there,
There would be people who would listen,
And there would be some titles,
With which I would be christened.
I hope there would be someone,
To whom our separation would cause swan-like despair.
But I hope there would be enough memories,
To ease the pain they would have to bear.
And when I sleep forevermore,
There would be millions of days to cherish,
I hope there would be heights I had soared,
Making my name impossible to perish.
Then when I come to knock your door, Death,
You would be so kind,
That departing from my world, and greeting you
I wouldn't mind.
I don't desire mountains,
Nor do I desire coasts
But when I knock your door, Death
You would be a gracious host.
Categories:
coasts, absence, conflict, death, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
I spoke to the sea,
a calm breath
though a gale raged
inside of me – both my
sails shredded, I begged
for mercy:
“Thou art the greatest world current,
what brag would be a wretched notch
like me!? Devourer of coasts!
Reshaper of vast continents! Bane
of man’s mightiest fleets! Countless
formidable have foolishly challenged thee, and now
lie silent in your crushing depths...were I
added to such esteem numbers,
a bald-headed, gray bearded, toothless
old dote, it would be a disgrace~
better toss me high into the
air, toward that island over there, for
unlike you, Great Wet Majesty, crocodiles
and lizards have no pride; then there
not be shame of yours to hide –
promise, never will I return….”
and this, dear children, is why
grandpa cannot take you fishing --
Categories:
coasts, cute, fantasy, fishing, grandfather,
Form: Prose Poetry
It might be an absurd idea
But we need to move on from here
Stalled in the darkness
With no moral compass
To guide us into the clear
It might be a ridiculous notion
But we can’t just float on this ocean
For the Scylla and Charybdis
With no light of forgiveness
To warn against the tide of commotion
Allow me to propose a thought
That each one do as one ought
Lest the sea level rises
With its schools of surprises
To infinitely rip us apart
If we sail forbidden seas
And land on barbarous coasts,
Who will avail us
When the great wave recedes
And we’re marooned on an island of ghosts?
Categories:
coasts, america, angst, conflict, death,
Form: Lyric
Red-wing blackbirds symbolize protection, good luck, and even prosperity. They’re a reminder that something else is out there watching over us and guiding us when necessary - Quote by Vanessa K. Eccles
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Zorro of lakeshores, coasts,
waterholes amidst tall reeds
Redkissed on wings, nicely earned
proud yellow shining badges,
worries so much over his
subdued, streaky brown missus
bossing around claiming digs,
ruling the roost, many gals -
fearless keeper of his lot
he whistles, she chatters mild
Categories:
coasts, bird,
Form: Free verse
'Strayed Sheep' Contest Judged: 12/20/2024
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I stare at the English coast where a flock of sheep
graze and laze on breezy summer day
To risk for every flower, bramble and blade of grass
for them is sweeter than sweet hay
Marked and blessed flock of sheep feels no
danger, fears none, and has sure-footed take
The green moss on weathered rock cushions
beckon some to ruminating break
Horizontal ears read, there is no surprise or
fear, the flock is safe, happy, calm and gay
The herd knows the herder - they never stray,
the herder knows that the herd will never stray
Like one happy sheep I recline to enjoy the
English coast, feel the sun and feel the breeze
Blessed are the delicate hands that did such rich a
blend; it holds my gaze, puts my mind at ease
Categories:
coasts, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Serpents slither here. Scorpions hide beneath our bed spreads.
Spiders, bugs, sticks, ants, and centipedes occupy our beds.
We have coasts. But what use of these? They burn with sultry heat.
Pirates sail to our harbours with their armour-filled fleet.
Predators of all kinds have filled our once lovely islands.
Where, once, flora and fauna flourished, wattles and burrs shake hands.
Our architectural castles seem to crack and collapse.
Dilapidated sanctums of temples reveal time's lapse.
Archaeologists try to explore our mausoleums.
They find noxious inland Taipans in murky museums.
Dogs bite their masters; cats, like tigers, cull their lords with claws.
Cows, bulls, and goats butt, stamp, and pin their herders for no cause.
Arrogance and aggression emblazoned by humankind
Their hearts and minds by evil thoughts, words, and deeds are maligned.
This place too is made by God, I know, like other places.
But, to cut the heads of others, here, each one runs races.
Categories:
coasts, evil, life,
Form: Couplet
The consequences known, foretold for years,
a crushing blow would break the country’s back,
eclipsing the most pessimistic fears,
a devastating night of blackest black…
The zealots would be working ‘round the clock
to mete out punishment to those opposed,
while sheeple, noses pressed to glass, just gawked
’neath red bills lest their faces be exposed.
Impossible as it might seem to most,
the world did spin much like the day before,
though once the quakes were dampened on the coasts,
it tilted to the right a little more.
Go hug your neighbor, whether loss or win;
In four short years, we do it all again!
Categories:
coasts, america, political,
Form: Sonnet
Through autumn morning's misty pall
like luffing sails on ancient ships
and blinding fog in which we crawl
to moor our hopes in empty slips.
Like luffing sails on ancient ships,
the billows drift just off the coasts
much like the hauntings of gray ghosts.
And blinding fog in which we crawl,
a stage where nothing seems quite real
except the silence that we feel.
To moor our hopes in empty slips
where only silhouettes remain
~ await reality again...
Categories:
coasts, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
The Earth is warming
Rivers and coasts are rising
Climate is changing.
Categories:
coasts, change, engagement, perspective, weather,
Form: Senryu
Written: June 02, 2024 For Regina McIntoch Contest
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Discovering God doesn't bear broad browsing
He's all over on Earth's orbit or cosmic orbs
He is not an allusion or scarce
Faith is a notion that God conflates with spirit
Life is a cynosure; we should not deviate
Fulfill kismet, will balmily distaff nemesis
God is love, auric values lighten others' lives
He is present as a gentle breeze sways palm fronds
He hears the soft rainfall on homeless tin roofs
In gloom, He watches ants swarming on ivory stone
Seek Him in the joyful gaze of a child
Or in the fragrance of blooming orchids
Or as you comfort a grieving friend
He is present at the first cry of a baby
And the last breath of a dying man
He is there as waves crash onto dazzling coasts
And as seagulls soar across vast white skies
Seek God as you bite into a ripe mango
Or as coconut juice quenches your thirst
The divine manifests in subtle forms.
Categories:
coasts, appreciation, god,
Form: Free verse
Beauty of life; your pain to slay
Give no home for a parrots to play
Pay a visit to a western coasts
Build your tenacles at all costs
Befriend the men of fulfilment
Tell the frosks to depart your hut
Set your foot on the deck of hope
Reach your goal ven with microscope
It is sound creed that makes a man
With healthy habit as a fan
Stay alone, don't live alone in this place
So, sing your songs to gurd your space
Teach your heart and art happiness
Is the faith that adorns your calmness
Success to the patience went and
Silence sometimes answers your demand!
© Dr. Ibrahim Lawal Soro
26-08-2022 CE.
Categories:
coasts, absence, beauty, courage,
Form: Couplet
Lick
The ocean
Candlewick
Dusk in mauve
Inhale salty coasts
Lined deep in indigo blue
Categories:
coasts, ocean, sunset,
Form: Free verse
Written: September 08, 2023
Bite Size Poem No71 Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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On distant coasts, oceans often rise and flood.
Every wave abides by the route of the prior one.
Squat idle loops on sere soil of whale crimson blood
Every strenuous stride is brisk and deftly done,
A foggy crawl on a dreary, windswept cruise crud.
Categories:
coasts, allusion, appreciation, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
If I had but one wish
I'd wish for a giant saw
And with it I would declare
revolutionary law
Not to, you know, boast
but I'd saw off the East and West Coasts
They're blue states anyway, so they'll match the ocean
and we'd be left with red states, that's my notion
Course, we'll have to eliminate Pritzker's Illinois and ?'s Chicago *
Ha! With my trusty saw, that'll merely be a sideshow
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* Can't seem to remember that new mayor's name, though I
have a few 'choice words' for him...
Categories:
coasts, fantasy, political, proposal, violence,
Form: Couplet
When doves cry, Gaia's tears will flow
flooding the world that we now know.
Eagles will abandon the sky,
only planes will be left to fly:
and a worldwide panic will grow.
Super cyclonic winds will blow
as glaciers melt, and rain doesn't show.
Climate change won't feel like a lie:
when doves cry.
As our coasts flood, and forests dry:
the endangered species will die.
It'll be a time of tears and woe;
Mother Nature will let them go
as a tear trickles from Her eye:
when doves cry.
Categories:
coasts, angst, anxiety, how i
Form: Rondeau
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