I am a world traveller.
I am a reputable cartographer and explorer.
I grand-fathered Google Maps.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
In science, we observe.
All only exist when and after they are
observed.
I, an explorer, lean in with a lens
to catch the scent of rained soil,
the mist above the lake before sunrise—
trying to defy
the myth of love, with my
list of what I’m meant to find:
- light feathery kisses in spring breeze’s tickle
- smiling to smiling eyes in a pavement puddle
- shared silence after a midnight rain
- a cocoa cuddle while the world melts away
Footnote: Data inconclusive
William Lewis woke up one day to see
a jungle, frightening and dark,
not knowing how he had arrived there
or which way he should embark.
He heard the stirrings of strange creatures
in every cranny and nook.
There was fear, violence, and aggression
in all directions his eyes took.
In trepidation, he wondered, "where am I?",
as he got ready for a fight.
"Is this another planet, or is this Hell?"
he asked and slogged the bitter night".
Just then, he was interrupted by a voice
that informed William as it spoke,
"Your free trial has been completed.
It's time that you awoke."
Upon hearing this, he remembered
he had signed up to see,
given it was the year 2125,
"How is the new virtual reality?"
The legal team and marketers decided,
based on this beta trial,
a warning label must be attached
stating the risk of experiences, vile.
We search through the contents of your brain
and take what we can find,
WARNING: THE WORLD THAT YOU WILL LIVE IN,
IS A REFLECTION OF YOUR MIND.
Suitcase packed
Going on a journey
No fixed plan nor agenda
Through the shady woods
A bonfire in the night
To a riverside camp
Angling by a stream
On a mountain trail
Where the snow capped peaks
Touch the sky
Soaking up the sun
On a sandy beach
Listening to the billowy waves
Crashing on the shore
Gazing at a glorious sunset
And a star studded sky
Passing through a lush meadow
A grassland swaying in the wind
I wander wherever my heart desires
He was virile voyager called Stanley,
with slurping tongue he could burn cold alley.
In journey from top downward
his machismo got devoured,
he found lustful way in lissome valley.
This man never found the bed out of bounds,
his wife liked he explored ivory mounds.
Her drooping assets age got,
he disliked, monk he was not,
ventured out exploring youthful new grounds.
Why can't Dora just give Swiper a break !
For heaven's sake, who made her the morality police ?
Maybe Swiper is just trying to get a little attention ?
Maybe Dora ruined his business through her presumptuous obnoxiousness and gold badge, hall monitor, attention seeking, virtue signalling propaganda playing to the crowd.
No wonder Diego has 3 restraining orders on her.
Take your dignity back Swiper. Tell her to peddle her Black Magic Santaria and peer pressure, elsewhere. Take back your spirit animal from that bossy little b.....
Examination
Experimentation
Contemplation
And concretization
Have carried you to the
Ethereal spheres...
Swimming in the clouds
Sleeping on the laps of galaxies
You casualize the constellation.
Spacialization
Becomes your
Specialization
Why do these guys quit before seventy?
After achievements Life on Earth empty!
There was to be a Macgregor Laird:
Before sixty-one years to rest laid...
For my avid interest in History,
I could not but alight on his story
With its private message from Greatness
"No, Mystery, no Magic: Eagerness!"
What had he shrewdly done: John Beecroft?
In their Britain left behind a voice soft
To in far-off lands hold her goals aloft
While him Portugal, Spain and, sure, France scoffed;
In West Africa's Fernando Po
Seeing that The Non British did lines toe:
In Nigeria's captured Bight of Benin
Ensuring that his men got their Quinine;
I reckon in the close Bight of Biafra
Giving out British bags not of raffia!
I could have for John Beecroft my hat doffed,
Just that when I last tried a patriot coughed.
I find myself alone in the country
For the first time ever, I can hear my soul
My thoughts are not prancing or on fire
I am alive to do nothing
Unhurried and joyful
Early morning nudges me to take a walk
I smile at the weathered barn with three eyes
surrounded by a rustic coral and skinny barbed wire
the silence is rejuvenating
I am hopeful and excited
Soundlessness of this solitude surrounds my soul
I adore the overgrown grasses, spying dandelions at my feet
are those violets?
Yes as well as tiny bits of mushrooms and wild strawberries.
I am an explorer, alone in the country
For the first time ever happy with my soul.
I pressed my face against the thick pane of glass
And stared out into the black of nearest space
Where my planet-home Earth hung suspended
Like a special well-worn ornament on a spruce tree
Decorated with multi-colored bulbs and angel hair
Earth swirling inside webs of gray cloud shrouding
So peacefully, it appeared, she drifted silent there
While I saw visions of peoples struggling to be free
Knowing on us so much of their future depended
Adventuring to the unknown, and finding a place
Where Earth’s inhabitants might egress en masse.
written October 23, 2021
[using a reverse rhyme I often
employ in more recent poems]
They blasted off, breaking the bonds of Earth,
reaching for the edge of space
Cracking a hole in the great blue ceiling
that will nevermore be replaced.
Astronauts in their cloaks of pride,
bravery, their Tour de Force, in place.
The spirit of the first explorer, Alan Sheppard,
rode with them as they harnessed space.
Light
within,
is hidden
from cognition,
so if honest Joe
says that is not quite so,
their words have a ring of truth;
we accept what they speak as true,
since divine light is as yet concealed,
which, in timeless time, will be so revealed.
The honest agnostic seeking to know,
neither accepting nor negating
but simply going in, within,
slowly lets go of bondage,
plunging into the void,
assuming nothing;
a fearless wind,
exploring
unknown
shores.
23-April-2021
Shortly after the Internet discovered itself,
I set out to be an explorer; not of land and water,
but a finder of the odd and peculiar.
My first inclination
was to search for antiquarian artifacts,
but lacking the knowledge of said artifacts,
I thought to be a ‘picker’ and a junk collector,
or even a mildly addicted hoarder.
Knowing little of buying and selling,
and next to no space for storing anything,
I had to re-think the whole exploring business.
Lacking funds to travel far,
I commenced to explore myself.
Having only a limited aptitude for self-awareness,
I sought the aid of many spiritual agencies.
Lacking the sensitivity to receive their help,
I turned to drinking and writing poetry.
Lacking anyone else to blame but myself,
I determined to blame the Internet,
especially Internet Explorer.
An explorer called Nicholas Bean
Used a jungle path for a latrine
He started to pee
Got stung by a bee
His poor wotsit swelled up with gangrene.
The natives said you need a vaccine
Their witch doctor arrived on the scene
With some healing plants
Said “drop down your pants”
Too late it had already turned green.
Both limericks 9/9/5/5/9.
Written 15th March 2019
For green humour contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.
I stand here on the cusp of vivid dreams
In a universe of cosmic seas,
I long to discover and witness things never before seen
I long to create beautiful memories,
From distant shores and realms beyond our known being,
I long for a chance to sail across the astronomical seas
Discovering all aspects of our astrology,
This is my desire,
This is my dream,
To be a traveller an adventurer of universal places unseen,
This is what I envision within my conscious mind,
This is what my heart requires,
To stand on distant shores having travelled far and explored
The cosmic universal realms.
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