Waters ... Whimsical and essential
Can't be destroyed
Energies ...constant if constantly
Deployed, somehow alloyed
Ancient witnesses
To us now, an ancestor, who gazed in utter awe and wonder
Watching waterfalls through countless generations?
Why, then, single out a singular discoverer?
Categories:
discoverers, 12th grade, america, columbus
Form: Free verse
There are days when clocks sleep on the walls...
that the days seem tired centuries...
Days when we are not discoverers of anything...
Days of innocuous creations...
Days when life is almost like a prison
and we volunteer prisoners...
Days when the spirit is neither body nor spirit...
Days when we don't even wish to unfold our eyes, let alone our soul...!
Categories:
discoverers, allegory, allusion, conflict, extended
Form: Free verse
My friends all left
around the world ...
They went on several demarches as
discoverers of lands ...
They spread similar to
migrating birds
all over the universe ...
From London to China,
from Puxinanã to Conchichina...!
In extensive careers,
we were driven away from joy,
but united we are always
for nostalgia ...
One day, we'll all be back
home !
PS PUXINANÃ and CONCHICHINA are places... One is real Puxinanã, the other is a creation... alkas poetry
Categories:
discoverers, allegory, allusion, art, creation,
Form: Prose Poetry
3am
at apart of a bridge of life
can't take the changes
can't make the ranges
gotta be at work in an hour
the water is your soft lips seducing me
gotta get that guarantee
gotta inspire my sanity
away i go
i am still free falling
it is so petty, but you are the heartbreaker
midnight next day
i am found floating at the base with a smile
the discoverers do not comprehend the sweet sunshine
the detectives do not piece together the ultimate attraction
had to taste the sweet juices of equality
had to sample the other end of a forward motion
had to re-experience the explosive net of wonder of my elusive butterfly
away i went
i am still going in circles
the distinction felt so friendly, but cupid's angel arrow really cookes
believe it or not, i am right where i wanna be, oh incandescent sweet freedom
Categories:
discoverers, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Days pass by, roses wear away
But as our earth moves around
In another voice it'll have its say
What has left must come around
Babies looking for tomorrow
Patients will buy bone marrow
A dent in the poverty sorrow
At Mars they will love to row
Our children and grandchildren
Will be discoverers and leaders
Future guitar for soul they'll listen
For their poetry novel meters
Smells of your love we don't have now
Tomorrow it'll be a collapsing cascade
Adventurous address in your eyebrows
Tomorrow another pink in your shade
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31 October, 2019
I sense Tomorrow is the Future
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Categories:
discoverers, time,
Form: Rhyme
The chaos of the Universe somehow includes
a random-free, secure, well-engineered world
with all its vital stuff: TV set, frozen foods,
a five-day working week. Ships sold for scrap, sails furled,
discoverers retired, stargazers fired. The Moon
draws only freaks. They say, the Universe gets cold
but, thankfully, we have a central heating. Soon
we go on holiday. We will be not too old
when we pay our loans in full. Blessed are the poor
in spirit for they shall inherit universe
where nothing happens:
nor surprise,
nor force majeure,
nor accident,
nor luck,
nor miracle,
nor verse...
P.S.: I'm kidding. Under this blue sky
we can be only sure that we will die.
07.07.2019
Categories:
discoverers, moon,
Form: Rhyme
S-tart of the New Age
A-ims to upgrade everything;
M-odernization has begun to keep inventions coming.
V-ision of the discoverers
I-s aimed at the knowledge;
S-tate-of-the-art devices see the day,
D-ecember twelfth shares the New
A-ge.
Categories:
discoverers, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
a cavalcade wept ashore with frenzy like a beastly bus
oblivious of tribes who blissfully dealt without a fuss
triangulated within an ever narrowing pen
contaminated, decimated, eradicated “red” men
once a collection of indigenous separate “nations”
plucked by invaders who usurped america as their den
releasing poison couched as religion into the air
which indignities true colors became readily clear
when europeans “discoverers” fomented war-fare
to those who found themselves in deadly cross hair
every inch of “new world” grimly rustled in every lair
with deadly piping hot metallic bullets with near
with unfamiliar customs on par with a satyr
without means to escape any direction they did veer
cohesion of unity did annihilate without a trace
that belonged to those who stood apart as separate race
paraded as “exotic specimens” in some faraway place
bandied about as if some rare refined silken lace
of their rightful home by chicanery tactics base
to banality, effrontery, hostility though dined
with travesty from Europeans whose dreams lined
against so called original occupants who got maligned.
Categories:
discoverers, adventure, bible, christian, confusion,
Form: Ballad
With a spark to get the goal,
I set myself ablaze.
Discoverers are rovers,
Misread as directionless.
Trendsetters are drifters,
Misinterpreted as irresolute.
Innovators are venturers,
Misconstrued as frivolous .
What a falsified perception about me,
Of being an aimless wanderer,
Like a toy car striking wall and moving wayward.
I am on my way to my expedition,
With a zeal of reconnaissance ,
Voyager I am !!
Categories:
discoverers, simile
Form: Prose Poetry
You should have stayed longer to know me more
It is time that makes love and not our hearts
For we are but discoverers, and nothing more
You left too quickly and stayed too long. Should I
Convince you now that your other world is different
That your former wisdom insufficient for the trip
People commit to grow, and if together
The hate of time will slowly fall apart, the mist
Of morning if it clears now
Shall show nothing but the shattered glass of vows
I do not use words loosely nor in excess
I only say I love you with words fully dress
To carry connotations and context to an infinite end
Love is immortal, and I write things my oral way
The gesticulated discourse a stitched flag of meaning
How can you learn so much so far away
What dumb dictionary can dictate the desires of the heart
Perhaps if you had not lingered so long to come
Blank pages would not be brilliant and simple art dumb
I am too small to be any finer torn apart.
Categories:
discoverers, friendship, on writing and
Form: Free verse