I am airborne but earthbound
Flying high, but toward the ground
What goes up must come back down
So, I’m airborne but earthbound
I see partly cloudy skies
And all the things it implies
I am soaring through the air
But not going anywhere
I’m not sure how I got here
But my destination’s clear
Kind of fun, this here descent
Don’t know where all my time went
There’s a view to make one gasp
But it’s just out of my grasp
I am lifted by warm air
But gravity’s everywhere
I am worried just a bit
About how hard I will hit
But the point is kind of moot
As I lack a parachute
My adrenaline is high
As I plummet through the sky
My heart beats so very fast
But I know that it won’t last
Well, why not enjoy the fall
Just an ending after all
So, my face will wear a smile
Though it’s just a little while
I am airborne but earthbound
Flying high, but toward the ground
What goes up must come back down
So, I’m airborne but earthbound
"If I were meant to soar up there with you,"
said the creepy caterpillar to the colourful butterfly,
fluttering by overhead,
"and not stay crawling earthbound here instead,
I would have been born with wings,
and it will be over my body when dead,
akin to a murder of crows,
before you'll get me up
in one of those
funny-looking flying things."
Dream leaf “fall” usher
motley hue cascade unfurls
dull gray sky gaunt sun
mud strewn pockmark on limp moss,
wet nabs ripe fruit orchard splurge
Moonlit gemstone reach
lunar auspice chill whisper
green hewn splintered twig
earthbound autumn wild pageant
scaly branches in a heap
Dark cobalt clouds float
city folk’s shivering gaze
market stalls thriving
the whiff of laden soup bowls
coffee dock ice drop buffer
Deep coal fire aglow
shelter from harsh weather gust
frozen nostrils twitch
as they plough the fertile patch
in league with season bounty
Most games are well-grounded,
To earthen goals they can defeat.
While few rise above the horizon,
With constant volleys they can repeat.
The game elevates to new heights,
Gracefully reaching above it all.
As angelic figures fly beyond,
Earthbound shackles that seem small.
Although clear boundaries guide play,
There's no limit from what divides.
The mortal effort to touch the heavens,
Where the ethereal collides.
Earthbound Paradise
Ruby red sapphire blue blossoms stand,
in the diamond stream,
little silver fishes play.
on a sky of robin's shell,
Cotton puffs of cloud,
golden gobs of sunlight glow.
Jade jewels of verdant green,
along broad banks,
of mink made, grow.
Ermine blasts of petals,
lie beneath the shadowed shade,
of tawny trees.
The pulchritude of paradise on earth,
in my mind's eye clearly seen,
since birth.
visited only in a dream.
sometimes no what the time words
flow. © 30 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith nature
There are good days
when poetry leaves me alone
and there are bad days
when I want to write a poem,
but nothing comes out.
Let me tell you a little bit
about that nothing,
it's all about a life review,
there is so much I never want to feel
again...
do you?
Now I'm on that eight hour regimen
that tiny life sustaining pill.
Look -
I can stand, walk, reach again.
I know that eight hour mark,
the loss of Independence
the loss of pain.
I could go now if I wanted to,
but love keeps me here.
I am Earthbound.
tied and tethered
by love.
Splintered souls are rising
and falling down below
the reasons are not surprising
but the outcome is still a blow
watch out says the woodsmen
blasting out kindled ashes
mistaken are the poor men
blocked by their fiery flashes
cradled are the holy
no less to feel the shame
while the wicked cry out wholly
taking all the blame
failing to find the answers
that lie within the sovereign tale
bewitched by fevered lancers
who quickly heard the bell
to find the stifled sounds
of their departed lives and plans
foregoing spacious bounds
banging in tin cans
black-hole save them that drifted
down roads of darkened sands
who drink the cup they sifted
and flee to more suited lands
The flower that blooms in adversity
is the most rare and beautiful of all
— Mulan
EARTHBOUND
a miniature rose
beauty in beholder’s eyes —
golden lotus springs
3/5/2021
From wikipedia: There are a number of stories about the origin of foot binding before its establishment during the Song dynasty. One of these involves the story of Pan Yunu, a favourite consort of the Southern Qi Emperor Xiao Baojuan. In the story, Pan Yunu, renowned for having delicate feet, performed a dance barefoot on a floor decorated with the design of a golden lotus, after which the Emperor, expressing admiration, said that "lotus springs from her every step!" (????), a reference to the Buddhist legend of Padmavati, under whose feet lotus springs forth. This story may have given rise to the terms "golden lotus" or "lotus feet" used to describe bound feet; there is, however, no evidence that Consort Pan ever bound her feet.[3]
Freedom can be like the flow of a river
earthbound sensational we begin to shiver
caves sandstone bricks and hilltop mountains
Nowhere in sight was there a fountain
Loose rocks collapsing rolling to the bottom
approximately 200 feet down a proportion are rotten
Underwater creatures not one to be seen
One person’s hobby another person’s dream
Torches shining incredible things discovered
Brought to the surface strange things uncovered
History presented before our eyes
What an experience simple but easy to justify
Tashunka Witko, better known as Crazy Horse, had a vision of a red-tailed hawk at Sylvan Lake, South Dakota. In his vision he saw himself riding a spirit horse, flying through a storm, as the hawk flew above him, shrieking. When he awoke, a red-tailed hawk was perched near his horse.
Earthbound,
and yet I now fly
through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ...
so high
that no sound
echoing by
below where the mountains are lifting
the sky
can be heard.
Like a bird,
but not meek,
like a hawk from a distance regarding its prey,
I will shriek,
not a word,
but a screech,
and my terrible clamor will turn them to clay—
the sheep,
the earthbound.
I'm Earthbound,
Star gazing from the ground.
Reassured as familiar stars return each season,
Reflecting why I’m still here - the reason?
In dreams my astral body soars on high,
Free of gravity and mortal cares that mystify.
Happily visiting loved ones who've passed,
Delighted by artful visions my imagination's cast.
On change and endings Earthlings can rely,
So seeking love and beauty, our needy souls must try.
Beyond survival, curiosity amuses, my mind expands,
Though the more I learn, the less I understand.
Ethereal musings aside,
Sensual Earthbound pleasures help me bide,
Through coming seasons and events beyond my ken,
That test intentions to aid others now and then.
M. Renee Taylor
11-15-12
I walk around to and fro
I have no home so I roam
My existence is meaningless
And I can't reach him
Something separates us
A strong force won't let me near him
Why can't I touch him?
He looks so very sad
My heart is aching and breaking
Something is wrong
All of a sudden like a flood
The memories came back
He is like Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde
He did this to me, it his fault
I told him to seek help for his demons
I thought loving him would cure him
Alone in our home he changed
right before my very eyes
He told me how much he loved me
as he choked the very life out of me
I am in love with a monster and
I alone took that terrible and deep
dark secret to my grave
12-26-18
Inspired by the secrets Contest
lead me back to earth
make me smell the flowers again
show the way to the bird bizarre
oh how i miss your rhythm
kiss my lips so i can taste vanilla heaven
caress me gently so i can feel chocolate paradise
ride me thoroughly so i can vibe on the smooth paved road of life
blast me off so i can just drift into a spontaneous space with you
then let's top it all off by making each other's favorite dessert
i feed you double fudge pleasure peace cake
you feed me aspiring exponential oreo pudding
afterwards, lets push the button together once again....AND WE'RE OFF!
She started as an angel
Only she fell to the earth
She longed to feel the wind blowing
It made her feel free
Her heart was golden
It couldn't be measured for it's worth
She has the soul of a savior
Helping anyone she'd meet
Then one day she flew to close to the sun
All her beautiful feathers got severely burned
She tumbled and tumbled
Her wings broken and bruised
All the souls that she had once helped
Were nowhere around
Now she's forever stuck here
Trapped and earthbound.
Beaten and battered down the old path
Shaken, twisted, and torn by old ideals
Change was always a train of chaos
Seeking to take a joyride with my emotions
Passing through my many lives
Constantly searching for one that fits my persona
Forever it took to discover meaning
Left or right, north or south, no one knew
Perceived by many to have no future
As I was caught in the realm of shadowy doubt
But one light remained in the dark cavern
So to give myself a chance in the ring of life
Slammed into a world of possibility
Not prepared not certain yet determined
To file the goal of my well-deserved fate
Into the life that always meant to lead
My passions do not lie within experienced eyes
For my love lies within skilled dreams outside of tradition
Seeing that no longer that outside opinion would restrain me
My pleasure is historic in nature, but it is not the giver of my happiness
For the key to my life, to my light is naturally my passion
To voice my choice to embrace my talent
Whelmed by work and life I choose to write
Lavished in a world, where hard work pays
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