The sheer maintenance of the probability,
Nothing is comparable to our garrulous mendacity.
Nothing can be called a consummate pattern,
Except for any tremendous aching, this life would only be a fallacious earn.
You are just an archetypal passer-by without any aim,
You want to play an unwarranted game.
Your loudest silence is another offence,
In this horrifying reality, you are nothing but an object of pretence.
I am only a creep,
Who cannot conclude anything by hearing a beep.
I am nothing but a remiss whisper,
Who always follows the astute pied pipers.
We are the prerequisites for the uncustomary laws,
You and I are awaiting the perfect pause.
To pause for the first time is to give us a promotion,
To resume our voice is just waiting for the untold damnation.
In my feathers, you will live long,
Throughout the flight to blessed hell, you want to sing an eerie song.
You want to reside in my flawless illusion,
This unfeasible expedition is nothing but a callous vision.
Into the night we go,
On its tranquil sea, our boats we row,
Through its wood, we travel,
There's a mystery we seek to unravel.
There are treasures hidden in the night,
Away from encroaching light,
We go through the night's gate,
Buoyed by courage and fate.
The creatures of the night trouble our minds,
We're assailed by tempestuous winds,
We push beyond the borders,
We're bewildered by the shadowed wonders.
We find a book with its pages turning,
Haloed by the morning,
We're chauffeured back,
We can see through the dark.
"I shall return soon to this quiet place
To be with my friends of the kindred kind
Where poetry forms in a peaceful mind"
Connie Marcum Wong
i stand here
peering across the span
of a distance
greater than i
watching the crest
of handless waves
caress the shore
almost touching me
before pulling back
the sands
like those of an hourglass
shifting before my eyes
like countless minutes
of time as it moves
hurriedly along
life's path
i catch my breath
beneath a winded spray
of salty air
as tears gather
in my eyes
beneath a breaking dawn
in the shimmer
of golden hues
i see you
briefly
etching words
within my mind
your whispers
falling short
like this shell
beside me
a journey
now done
time
moves on
in folds of crimson
through the darkness
it waits
for no one
Nearly 20 years ago, my wife went abroad.
It was a missions trip to the continent of Africa.
I stayed home and ran the family business.
My wife's EXPEDITION resulted in, not just the
mission and purpose of that particular trip, but
a lifelong acquaintance with a young lady she met
back then.
We have been supporting her over the course of these years.
This Biblical Truth is very real and shall forever be the case:
"It Is More Blessed to Give Than To Receive". Whatever funds
we've given over the span of nearly 20 years pale in comparison
to the blessings we have received from the simple act of giving.
No. My wife's EXPEDITION to Uganda does not compare to the
great Missionary David Livingston's many explorations and
contributions to Africa. Nevertheless, each time we send
funds to a young Christian lady named Grace, we feel
the blessing of God.
Every tourist's dream, a fun expedition to
Xenial vacation spots like Hawaii by water.
Pina colada in hand on a Caribbean Island
Enjoying the beach. Sometimes I envision
Destinations to warmer, far-flung places
I've never visited before to eschew
The inevitable wrath of winter!
I wish I could roam free like a nomad
On a camel's back across the vast Sahara.
Now, that's the adventure of a lifetime!
The day is fresh
Long before the sun yawns into the morning
The sound of bells clanging
Ropes whipping the mast into shape
Creaking of the old boats
A feint smell of lobster
Rises to meet me as the zip
Rasps towards my chin
Along the comfortable material
Of the gilet
Can the ocean be trusted?
No more than the weather
No more than a wild animal
However tamed they appear
Domesticated the ocean will never be
I climb down the wooden ladder
Into the trusty boat
I pause in the moment
Feet sensing the security of
My familiar friend
Stormy seas we have seen
Yet she welcomes me back
I sense her sigh with relief
A voiceless, palpable release
As I hoist the sail
Pushing away from the harbour wall
We both know
This is not the place for us
A gull invites us to follow
So we nod along
Beyond ego's orbit, we set our sights,
On an expedition where compassion ignites.
Away from selfish dreams, we'll choose to see,
The world's shared sorrows, our true destiny.
In this cosmic voyage, we'll leave behind,
The narrow confines of a selfish mind.
To remember the pain, the world's cries,
And reach for the stars with empathetic eyes.
For in the vast expanse of space so wide,
We'll find a perspective, hearts open wide.
To mend the world's wounds, we'll find our way,
On an expedition that cares, come what may.
An expedition to lands burdened by strife,
Where hunger persists and claims innocent life.
In the quest for solutions, we'll firmly stand,
To nurture education across each land.
Through empathy's lens, we'll bridge the divide,
In the face of despair, we won't step aside.
War's harsh grip, we aim to unbind,
A mission of love to heal humankind.
With hearts full of hope, we'll dare to heed,
The change these poor countries so desperately need.
An expedition for a brighter tomorrow we'll strive,
For a world where all souls can truly thrive.
Each sweet sunrise, is but another
chance,
To create a difference, in life’s sweet
dance.
You greatly matter, you are verily so
powerful.
Smile broadly now, there no need to be
sorrowful!
Life is no race to prove you are hot
stuff!
Sprinkle love wherever, you go, don’t be
tough.
You are a star in the universe, don’t forget that,
Always wear your love for humanity
hat!
Pen heartfelt poetry~that is really, wholly
you.
And a warn welcome to the human
crew!
Our time on earth is much shorter than we
think.
It’s used up so quickly and evaporates like
ink!
6/6/2022
SOLE EXPEDITION OF MY SOUL EXPOSITION
Your sole expedition
of my soul exposition:
Day and night falls,
My thought calls,
Flushed faced as staring walls,
Vizarded like blinking dolls,
Frightened fixed eyeballs,
And my frameless vision,
Was your passionless passion;
Fulfilling your heartbreaking mission;
Left me motionless, lolls,
The envisioned progress annuls.
You've got the balls
To step in & cause multiple falls
Of my hearten edifice,
Wreck it all to my greatest surprise,
Breached my barrier with such guts,
your balm was my hurt,
Now I am left strut,
Alone, devoured and stuck
To sit here in huge shock
As you walk the solitary walk.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 28th December, 2020.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #inspirationbymuse
on expedition
to locate intuition
major decision
Another Horn haiku,
SOLE EXPEDITION
Night falls,
Thought calls,
Staring walls
like blinking dolls,
Fixed eyeballs,
Frameless vision
but ageless mission;
Motionless, lolls,
Progress annuls,
Full empty halls,
Alone & stuck
to walk
the solitary walk.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 13th May, 2020.
A garden beneath the soaring sunrise-
Somewhere in nowhere
Lingers on~ in no-mans' land
A Majestic and glamorous scene-
A master piece with a picture green-
Landmarked with meadows within that nowhere-
Watered with blue waters perfumed in streams of gold.
Inconspicuous on a mystical terrain-
Lying hidden from the curious men
That explorers, wouldn't rather refrain.
When I was eighteen
I entered her virgin land
She absorbed me with esteem
But there was no success at hand
I struggled to raise my head up
To sail above the obstacles
To keep the mantle up
From the unknown expected miracles
Success distanced herself
From the vicinity of the humble
Food, rest, pleasure I rejected myself
Determined and prepared for the rumble
The rumble for greatness
To stand out among equals
To lead a life of happiness
When the expedition is over
I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on antiques and artifacts
of Egypt's long extinct historical facts,
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high,
we went to the field, the sun baking us chaps
to a baker's delight. With our rumpled maps,
we searched every clue, and were bitten perhaps
by a million flies. Getting relief from sunless skies
in times of fair weather, whilst hoping something lies
in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes
to see. With my tools by hard work and search worn out,
I brushed to full view, the tomb, brilliantly carved out
of young blue blooded Tut, regally laid to rest.
To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest:
'To exhume the past, we are here at last.'
I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on antiques and artifacts
of Egypt's long extinct historical facts,
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high,
went to the field, with the sun baking us perhaps
to a baker's delight. With our rumpled maps,
we yonder searched, bitten as we went by perhaps
a million flies, getting relief from sunless skies
in times of fair weather, while hoping something lies
in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes
to see. With my tools by hard work and search worn out,
I brushed to full view, the tomb, brilliantly carved out
of young blue blooded Tut, regally laid to rest.
To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest:
"To exhume the past, we are here at last."
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