There are two days I know
Yesterday and today
Yesterday laid the cross I bear
Cross I dared not to wear
Forever we stay, they say,
But the thorns stares away
In the pasture last known to stray,
Cradle land, a means to an end
Forgive me if I stray to forever land
For my kin, I bared my soul to fend
I gave my all and my all it took
Parting is luxury for tomorrow unknown
Final glimpse I begged the stars to hide
Evil stares where eyes dared not look
In corners cloaked by fear and stain
Mara Chantal@2025
Categories:
land(a), death, farewell, grief, poetess,
Form: Rhyme
My early childhood was great, I was the first born.
My mother had five children after me so I mostly remember
spending lots of time with my doting grandmother
who kept me busy learning to sew & knit before I could read & write.
I had such enthusiasm and benefited from tons of attention.
Creativity was a game to me and I learned to value time.
When I was nine, we moved far away and life changed overnight.
I was really lucky to land a grade 5 teacher who guided me
to learn english at an accelerated rate. I was a good student.
I've always been particularly thankful to both, teacher and grandmother.
they truly helped mold me into the person I turned out to be.
Categories:
land(a), appreciation, child, childhood, grandmother,
Form: Free verse
hairline chasm threads
cobweb white through obsidian—
wrapped around carved names
once warm on living tongues.
those who lived visit
with heads down,
pretending it’s superstition—
not guilt.
not memory.
not fear of love ending abruptly
in a plot of land, a handful of dates.
dusted words and
sealed memories,
but still the obsidian
counts
new leaves on the banyan trees.
they leave behind flowers—
a sigh: I came.
a silence follows them home—
petals bruised beneath their steps.
Categories:
land(a), death, death of a
Form: Free verse
Another Soul just got his wings
Another Angel gloriously sings
From this land a soul flies free
Burdens are lifted, rise does he
To new adventures, no pain just Love
where he can watch from stars above
Time was up on this Earthly plane
but happy memories will always remain.
Categories:
land(a), angel, cousin, death, funeral,
Form: Rhyme
How did the sea become a crime?
How did its blue become a bruise on the face of history?
How did the verdure turn into red wrath,
breathing fire into burned hearts,
leaving behind it a black, frosty funeral?
How did the tree become a Fury?
Her strands of fire
strewn above the dew and tranquil mounts
Furious fire and melted iron
Lava and blood-red ink
Pumping out of the wounded bosom of the earth
Bubbling up like the foam of death
To carve an unprecedented story;
A story of a dying profound pain, reborn
In the same womb, at the same moment
Growing as rapidly as the pulsating heart of a child in terror
Lost in the land of infinite wars.
***
My land, a flickering ember
Once giving light and warmth;
The other, singeing our hearts;
Do you choose to be a beacon in the dark,
or to blow up in our faces like a blind flame of wrath?
Are you destined to turn into ash
disarrayed by the wind?
***
People might claim that the earth is not for all
But the heavens are inevitably for all
The living, the dead, the imprisoned
Happy, grieving, immersed in prayer,
For the heavens are in the hands of God the just
Never to be touched by human slaves
Categories:
land(a), death, fire, heaven, red,
Form: Free verse
America's bulwark, strong and true,
Resolved to defend, the red, white, and blue.
Mighty warriors, brave and bold,
Years of service, stories paroled.
Since '75, a nation's might,
On fields of battle, day and night.
Loyalty and honor, their guiding star,
Defending freedom, near and far.
In every conflict, they stand tall,
Embracing duty, answering freedom's call.
Ready to fight, for liberty's flame,
Sacrifice and courage, their noble name.
All through history, their valor known,
Rising to challenges, never alone.
Modern heroes, with hearts of steel,
Yearning to shield, the public's zeal.
Onward they march, with purpose and pride,
Fighting for justice, on every tide.
The Army's strength, a powerful force,
Heroes among us, taking their course.
Every soldier, a testament to might,
Unity and valor, shining bright.
Serving with honor, a legacy grand,
All across the land, a helping hand.
Categories:
land(a), career, dedication, hero, history,
Form: Acrostic
Intro
Square up, bell rings
Square off, timed round by round
Jab and move; stick and land a punch
Score cards
Categories:
land(a), america, boxing day , culture,
Form: Cinquain
Looking down from somewhere up in the sky.
Mickey Mantle and Duke Snider stand by.
Below, Bronx Bombers, all in their pinstripes,
come out swinging their bats, taking their swipes.
Dem Bums have Shohei Ohtani and Betts.
Get ready, this is as good as it gets.
"Play ball", says the ump, to a lightning flash.
Big bats heard o'er the land, a thunder crash.
It starts raining as, out of the park, it flies.
Is it Mantle or Snider who cries?
Categories:
land(a), baseball,
Form: Couplet
Upon receipt of this paraphrase whenever it visits upon your person--free of dire straits and in trepidation, its infamous adage, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong," subject to limits.
I've equivocated or tossed-up similarities of circumstances and their eventual outcome via two terse verse coursing, about a couple of other postings below this one.
It is--I strongly advise--recommended reading for matters of consequence hereafter, for such they'd be an exemplar for a better you.
Equivocation is hiding the truth, sway lies your way ... by telling a story, or stories.
If quantum knowledge serves you well, you'll see the clarity--via the obscurity and levity--and the light at the end of its veracity.
I think we're in trouble mate
why, what's wrong
I saw the pilot reading a manual
was it how to land a plane in a storm
no, how to fly one
???---!.
there's no life preservers on this ship, mate
I heard this captain say that the ship has a full complement on board
so what does that mean
well after the ship sinks
we'll just sit tight
with no life preservers
there'll be plenty
just wait a while
give or take ... !
Categories:
land(a), analogy,
Form: Free verse
*NOTE subtleties emphasized in their articulate closures contain a quantum message.
I think we're in trouble mate
why, what's wrong
I saw the pilot reading a manual
was it how to land a plane in a storm
no, how to fly one
???---!.
there's no life preservers on this ship, mate
I heard this captain say that the ship has a full complement on board
so what does that mean
well after the ship sinks
we'll just sit tight
with no life preservers
there'll be plenty
just wait a while
give or take ... !
Categories:
land(a), angst,
Form: Dramatic Verse
"My Father Land":
My father land, a place so dear
Where memories linger, and love appears
A soil that nourished, a sky that smiled
Where my roots run deep, my heart beguiled
In every breeze, a whisper of the past
Echoes of laughter, love that will forever last
The scent of earth, the warmth of the sun
My father land, where my journey's just begun
From mountains high to valleys wide
My father land, where my heart resides
A place of solace, a place of pride
Where my soul finds peace, my spirit inside
In every rock, a story's told
Of struggles, triumphs, and moments of gold
My father land, a treasure so rare
A heritage that's mine, a love beyond compare
So let me wander, let me roam
My father land, I'll forever call home
For in its embrace, I find my strength
My father land, where my heart finds length.
Categories:
land(a), confidence,
Form: Rhyme
I live from the East
And land a job from the West
To find better place.
Categories:
land(a), career, destiny, life, soulmate,
Form: Senryu
Some different tactics in negating a war, a Russian
Schematic, quite probable i'm sure.! To any armies
Poised to strike.? Consider this soldiers' as you might?
Like 2 acres of land? to till and harrow; make ponds with
Fish, build greenhouses full of marrows? Potatoes radish
Sheep and a cow, free range chickens cabbages in rows.'
Your very own house, on rich fertile land a generous grant
To develop and plan, the space is here, we're free market
Now..' communisam went west.' The air here is pure and how!
There's a lot of whats best..just drop the weapons leave
War stuff. Make love and prosper, theres more than enough.' Find time to live a more familiy life, come east
For the promise, we bet that you'll like.! Just park your tanks
And buy a boat' theres lakes and rivers where you can
Float.' Away on weekends.. Then return to work build your
Dreams you can go (full flight) theres lots of ladies all
Un-jabbed so many.! Such healthy children; they can carry'
So Mister Putin..I hope you'll agree.? To stop more killing?
Just some advice from me.!
Categories:
land(a), adventure, appreciation, assonance, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
The crescent moons of the auburn sky
The acid rain clouds dance, purple, by
The air it stings as I respirate
A strange howling noise as the storms berate
This tempestuous land, a million clicks from home
My genes robust; Seventh Generation Clone
As I stand here longing for the ship's repair
To accelerate, under robot's care
For the time is short as the signal's down
Only two more sols. We MUST leave the ground
A hundred brothers and sisters too
We escaped our home as the lucky few
In our AI ships under proton power
Left in final days of the meteor shower
With just enough time to load species galore
Under Ark Project VII, just like Noah, once more.
With hope we can find an Eden like Earth
Only this time we'll treasure, for all she is worth
Categories:
land(a), earth, science fiction, solitude,
Form: Free verse
When’ e’er I look upon the squirrel’s plight
I think, perhaps, he should be given flight
So he could join the mob in warmer climes
But then a raged furry coat and tail
In Florida could land a squirrel in jail
For stealing ice to cool Corona limes
For fluffy tails may tempt a wily minx
To ask the grayish snow bird what he thinks
About the Penguin acting like a Mime
For squirrels, it seems, have knowledge of such stuff
And have been known to call a Penguins bluff
By telling them such acts should be a crime
Replied the Penguin in a voice quite grim
“I do think that your tail could use a trim”
Said the squirrel “then that minx would be mine”
Categories:
land(a), fun, winter,
Form: Rhyme
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