Lands Poems - Poems about Lands

PTSD FAMILY 101 AIRBORNE SREAMING EAGLES LANDS 2337 MONROE FRED HAMPTONS BREAKFAST PROGRAM 1969

THE SHEER FINDINGS OF A FAMILY SUFFERING WITH MENTAL ILLNESS YOU TRY AND FOCUS MOSTKY ON YOUR TRIGGERS FIR ME ITS WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS SELLING DRUGS WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND TODAY MY.MILITARY FAMILY CONTINUES TO COPE PTSD ON JOHN MCCAIN LEVEL ONE OF

my soul in foreign lands, forgotten 2

A  soul's etched cartography
compasses spins a needle frantic 
above a parchment of skin.

A map…

Each line a river I've drowned in,
blood I waded and divide 
each faded scar
a language scarlet, unfound!

My soul no longer shapes
foreign land of waste annihilates
behind my eyes...!

I see nothing 
deserts exhale silent sacred sands…

Hearts pulse with unheard drums
an archway to oblivion

my soul in foreign lands, forgotten 1

The map unrolls, a skin of dust
where landmarks shift like whispers lost to a gust.

I trace a fracture, jagged, unfamiliar...
place where my phantom feet wandered, chillier
than memory allows. A tongue they spoke is lost...

A melody unheard of, at dearly paid cost
within the crumbling walls of an infernal keep...

A cracked, blackened mirror shows a face 
though

Desert-lands of remorse

If desert-lands of remorse can be crossed ahead, enough,
Cage deemed as open sky, if my wings can be spread, enough.
      Yon, when the winking sky is found willing to welcome me, 
      If just half-closed window can be all-ajar made, enough.
To set foot-tracks on hills,

I will not speak of foreign lands, of the fears of other hidden worlds

I will not speak of foreign lands, of the fears of other hidden worlds,
But I will sing of the red eyes of envy, flames that burn in silence,
Of the sharp edges of broken hearts, carving dreams,
Of the poison born from them, the spiral of madness that lures us.
The twisted thoughts of the aimless, an unseen

In the dark depths of ancient lands

In the dark depths of ancient lands,
where shadows whisper secrets to the night,
lies a tale of a region forged by mystic hands,
a pure product marked by "justice and fraternity."
From the dawn of the shining royal reign,
over the grand and majestic Tartar halls,
no soul from outside the system's chain
has ever stepped foot on this enchanted land.
Masonry

CARE TAKER OF THE PROMISED LANDS-

Gather children 
family and friends
 this is not What It Seems
~
 know how it is
 to be social part such
 as the Gathering
 group together by genetic code
Side hustle mighty and bold
~
Environmental left alone 
hope and cast over
 the Horizon rest laying down
 on principal s standing on the Promises 
Seed of Abraham
~
We foremost perfected

Myriad Of Words

A myriad of words could be written today
Ten thousand more tomorrow and onwards
I will never cease the art of writing
Cannot bear the notion of holding my tongue about:

The liminal spaces who cannot speak
The ancient lands longing to be felt and seen
Our earth mother who cares so much for all
Our innate everlasting worth that can at

In Garish Lands We Pray

In garish lands we pray our jingles 
Full of pump and dump lyrics
And mistletoe romance.

And greet the new night 
With freedom damn freedom
Kissing our showgirls... away from our wives.

Glass shattered honesty pickled with petrol 
And dangling sympathy upended in misery
The tinsel and bribery packed away and forgotten.

A nod to the lenten ones, with sacrifice nibbling
At

A Stranger in Foreign Lands

I live among my very kind, equal in blood, but with a different mind. I always feel, I am alone, a tiny pebble in a pile of stone. Silent complaints and barren demands, I am a stranger in foreign lands.

Sleepless nights, wandering thoughts, entwined emotions of dreams I sought. Regions of sorrow and moments of

President Joe Biden's great Red Chinese American farm lands sale etc Q and A and commentary part one

Q:   Why is President Joe Biden selling American farmland to Red China, fully
       realizing they can seize those crops?  Why doesn't his administration stop
       it?

A:  Red China is only part one of 'this two headed snake'.  The global

Lost In The Pierre Lands

storm rain dripping
from the rooftop of 
the old red barn
yet
lost in the 
wilderness of the
Pierre Lands

Picturesque Earthen Holy Lands Vision-

Picturesque holy visions nature’s lands
Horizontal those the views
Elongated greens, mid color trees hands green
Bodies’ trunks grey, black and brown vibrant m
Upper tier skies written painted moving whites dots
On blue stationary canvas
Beauty sounds the tweet carries in the air;
Crisp summer breath
So sweet the heat barefooted are the feet
I walk in seven inch fine grass
So lovely are

Lala Lands Not Word

lala land’s not Word
Job had his share of problems
emotions full blast
lost his kids, cattle, health…hence
his wife and friends made things worse

gratefulness is found in the midst of gorillas - hammering the chest

Farm Lands

Abundant rain with nurturing love stores greenery and good life.

breeze whistles its praise
as foliage sway in grace…
 stalks flail golden grains

Farmers watch their fields with smiles
Toil their land… rest once in awhile
Birds sing as they guard their nests
Trees spread arms for a welcoming goo harvest.

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