Expeditions Poems

A Mystical Life

Life is a mystical muse inspiring
never ending creation
Creating gives life to ideas that lay 
dormant in the mind
When this is done we open doors that
can never be closed
The mind is like a beautiful budding rose
ready to bloom
Like a mansion with many rooms there's
plenty of room for its clothes
Expansion leads to expeditions within self
that offer growth
To expedite this process you'll need to
grow & open up
Bloom like the flower you are to journey
on despite the thorns
& bumps in the road
Planting seeds that you wish to see
come to fruition
is the only way to grow
This is a great way to go though
it's a path
less traveled
The road to self-realization
is one that's
walked alone
In your own zone is where you'll
find the knowledge
that you seek
You're an open book & every time
you open your
eyes you take a peek
You are the question & answer so
to speak
but you must
know what to ask
This life is the best of all teachers
& you're in
a never ending class

Existential Crisis

I thought, like a net unknotted, puzzles would be solved.
With the question, 'Who am I? What's the purpose of my life?
I was wrong. Like the palbeu, no one knew where knots revolved.
Each question, like thorns midst blooms, had anxiety and strife.

Like winter after fall, when war ends, roguery begins.
Uncertainty, like unexpected earthquakes, surfaces.
Emptiness and self-contamination rise like past sins.
Absurdity and nullity erase life's purposes.

People commence their expeditions and never return.
Journeys begin in merriment, and with mourning, they end.
With writes of fate on each one's head, what can humans discern?
Many are kith and kin; but when times are thin, there's no friend.

If everything ends with death, what's, then, existence about?
Do I have an endless life? This is the soul-swaying doubt.

The Ocean

THE  OCEAN


     Alluring Amazing Ocean
     Boundless Charming, Dynamic 
     Endless Energy in Free Frolic Foamy Flow.
     Gorgeous, Loud Lovely, Marvellous, Musterious.
     Noble or Outrageous.
     Pearly, Pristine : Quite or Rowdy.
     Unique: Vibrant, Valorous.
     Wide, Wonderful with Youthful  Vigorous
     in zest and zeal.

    Ocean flows thrashing waves beyond breakers, 
    sometimes turbulent, sometimes calm tranquil.
    Liners, Vessels, Ships on voyage.
   Passenger sinking in dreams of vastness. 
     
   Millions of sea creature struggling to survive,
    floating, swimming, clinging to seaweeds,
   crawling or settling in the abyss.
    Preys and Predators thriving simultaneous.
     
    Coral displaying floral garden spectacular beyond human vision.
    Icebergs huge or small to float showing one portion,
    nine times being submerged deceiving onlookers.
    Aquanauts to venture expeditions under the ocean. 
   
    Ocean carrying immense treasures without any measure.
    Ocean flows calling land dwellers to explore.

The Abyss

THE ABYSS

The abyss...evokes and fuels Hades enthusiasm,
a deep or seemingly bottomless chasm.
A slope leads down into the dark abyss,
and their delinquent prayers rendered amiss.
It's not just a wide or profound difference 
between people; a gulf or a huge fence,
the abyss between these two nations;
Earth & Hell are never saintly expeditions.

The Abyss...
The popular home of a great but fallen Legion.
The music of wailing echoes from this region,
the regions of hell conceived the bottomless pit.
There, damnation has taken a lifetime seat.

But we will rave in the defeat of darkness,
Infernal abysses do not frighten us, 
nor the blazes of thunder & fiery flames.

Who will miss their reservations;
in The Elysian Fields, the final resting place,
a home of heroic souls and the virtuous,
a land of perfect happiness at Earth's end, 
on the banks of the Oceanus, there we're forever blessed. 

But the abyss...
Sinking sin stinkers simmeringly sink into hell,
faces fried-up & fearfully frozen they fell,
as Lucifer summons them deep into the abyss,
denying them, forever, the joy of heaven's bliss.


Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? April 2023.

Seen the Mongolian Death Worm

have you heard of or seen the Mongolian death worm?
has he spat venom your way or tried to electrocute you?
you need to travel to the Gobi desert, where he is.
in the 1950’s there were many hysterical sightings.
known as olgoi-khorkhoi in Mongolia.

Roy Chapman Andrew made the death worm famous.
Writing a book about how he travels underground.
Creating waves of sand on the surface.
Looks like an intestine, has teeth, but no face or mouth.

Kind of a hideous looking thing. Sprays venom.
Is two foot long, without a head.
Many expeditions have tried thumping to get him to appear.
Even Roy Chapman Andrew disbelieves he exists
Except in Mongolian folklore.

Ashes On the Snow by LM Hankins

L Milton Hankins loved by all here on Poetry Soup
He kept true to himself and to us with authenticity
Daily poems intimate, inciting, true to the group                                                
Known for his philosophies, strong faith, and veracity

Author of the book above, on narrative traditions
He shared humor and sorrow of Southern Appalachia
An anthology of twenty-five short stories, his expeditions
Inspired by his childhood in the hills of West Virginia

Man of integrity, wrote about anything with clarity 
Milt, was an honest man, who spoke his mind
Even when distracted by bullies, a lover of poetry   
A warm free spirit honored by us, one of a kind
             

    "My indestructible faith will always keep me free,
                Until with God and loved ones I shall forever be"—LM Hankins

Pacing With Expeditions

The
Frequent hours
Flock sky-high expeditions
To connect breaths world-wide
In the landscape of urge.

These
Minute minutes
Of Mother Earth's earnings
Mine and make value
If planned with the right pace.

Dewdrops

DEWDROPS 

        Distant things mesmerize
        Look close by: Get surprise.
        Those unseen far away seem
        to emit sparkling shiny beam.

         Distant space attracts more,
        calling astronauts on to explore.
        Next neighbour to our land is ocean 
        getting no special attention.

        Aquanauts are not strictly selected.
        Under ocean expeditions are neglected. 
          One bank of river sighs behind:
         ‘Happiness lies on other side.’

         Close friend may be great or saint
         Yet we search for fellow at distant.
         I traveled lot and spent time to see
         mountains, rivers, fountains, sea .

          Enchanted to see violent volcano
           Iceberg, glacier, hill top with solid snow.
           Verdant valley, meadow auburn,
              barren desert, cave and cavern.
          
           But failed even to appreciate
         blazing beauty of dew droplets
       glistening on grass blade in my garden,
       which I discovered all on a sudden.       

     06/23/22

  
        DEWDROPS

 Contest   by Angel L Villanueva

The Alarm Clock

We need an alarm clock for daybreaks
For morning calls
For embarking on special expeditions
But down in a poor village
The cock crows
The cold wind blows
The night fades
The mountains covered with mist
The grass wetted
The birds sing
But there is neither bustle of life
Nor ringing of an alarm clock
Inside the cottage
Oh, the parents have long awakened 
Before dawn
Their morning begins at four o'clock
Before the night retreats
They are on their ways
To the rubber estates
Their long-built habits
Are their only imagery alarm clock
Mechanical  alarm clocks are only 
For their schooling children

Astronomy : What Use

As scientist search other planets for water,
I think about Indian villages which don't have drinking water.
Astronomical research what is its utility?
Except for telecom services everything else is futility!

Money spend on space expeditions and exploring,
Should be diverted to masses whose conditions are deploring.
Even if we do find extraterrestrial life,  Goldilocks zone,
What will be the benefits? Will we ever live in those zones?

Water and air are getting polluted every day,
Government is doing nothing to stop it in any way.
Let's address real problems here on earth,
Instead of spending money on what lies beyond earth!

21st March 2021

Inspired by Goldilocks Zone Contest of Anthony Biaanco

Hospital Notes

The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.

Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse,
hospital gowns and white bottoms
exposed like beluga whales.

She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door.
The woman undressed
threw her uniform into the fire
then jumped naked into the flames.

Stepping out of the oven,
the nurse returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly.
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.

Suddenly he understood.
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.

"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." she replied.

He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,

"s**t into this bedpan."

Hospital Note

The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat.  Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.
 
Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse, 
a few demented ghosts---their white bottoms;
beluga whales, peering through the slits
of ice-coated gowns.
 
She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door. 
The woman undressed, 
threw her uniform into the fire,
then jumped naked into the flames.
 
Stepping out of the oven, 
the nurse, in moments, returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.
 
Suddenly he understood...
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.
"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." She replied.
He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,
 "poop into this bedpan."

Dreams of Kings

I've dreamed of traveling to equatorial Egypt
   To see the Pyramids of Giza and even the Sphinx
And then onto the jungles of darkest Africa
   To meet voodoo doctors, unafraid of their jinx

O, in my dreams, I've coursed through the canals of Venice
   And met the Queen for tea before Wimbledon tennis
I've climbed the Eiffel Tower, spent hours in the Louvre
   Been to Mumbai, New Delhi, by the Taj Mahal been moved

Once dreams such as these were the province of Kings
   Yet today even you and I can realize all these things 
From whaling expeditions in Norway to bullfights in Spain
   They're just a click or two away, and a seat on a plane

Undocumented Notes On the Aftermath of a Suicide

Backward word exceptions for me 
from mothers cold lipless tongue drips lies, 
White and stagnation 
void of a life.-
Is nothing sacred mother? 
My mother? 
Is nothing pure? 
Even babies defecate and are never clean anymore. 
I fail--as she fell. 
But two eyes are better than three 
and doesn’t allow such and such’s brain to bleed. 
She had her head on the floor but she had her eye on me. 
Lips soft as a kiss and open for guests but no feelings 
there was no life there 
nothing intermission to flatten the flowers and lost.   

Further expeditions into my fragile fragmented psyche 
leads one to a temporary understanding of life 
through the perspective of one afraid of conformity 
yet change 
yet being identified as a same 
the same-ness is a blow to the ego center 
bordering on ego death 
but only by a completely Egotistico way 
you and you and you and me I you and we 
our seasons the moment we are zero: a free radical

Kick the Bucket-List

Hang-gliding over a lava-spewing Hawaiian volcano
   Flying a two-seater through the eye of a raging tornado

Bungee-jumping from the top of a skyscraper in Dubai
   Crossing a bed of coals barefoot on an LSD high  

Prying open the jaws of a vicious crocodile and peeking in
   Leading the army of Latvia against Russia, expecting to win

Competing in triathlons on consecutive days, back-to-back
   Crossing the Pacific Ocean on water skis, carrying a knapsack
 
Making expeditions to the North and South Poles in the same week
   Learning to speak Latin, Vietnamese, Chinese, Swahili, and Greek

Riding a camel across the Sahara Desert in mid-June  
   Wrestling an alligator, porcupine and angry baboon
   
O, Bucket List, Bucket List: Who could ever complete you?
   I'll just take care of my family instead ~ I won't even need you!

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