Long Canyon Poems
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We looked out across the Canyon
It looked like a painting from above
Like you'd fall onto it, not inside.
The farther in we trekked
The more 3D everything became.
Like hiking an optical illusion.
The canyons wall were gray,
But you'd never know it.
Painted red from the canyon dust
The cactus flowers at full bloom,
Next to yucca plants and prickly pears.
We moved downward to Plateau Point
Like an island underground
Surrounded by the rushing river
Down via Devil's Corkscrew.
A route that lived up to it's name
Until we got to the bottom
Jumping into the icy water
Looking back up to the top
I wonder if I looked like part of the painting
Of this Canyon, so very Grand
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What if we lost, the Great Pyramid of Giza?
What if it collapsed, the Roman Coliseum?
What if the Great Wall of China, was suddenly gone?
The Hagia Sophia...was nothing but a song.
What if Stone Henge, had never been found?
The Machu Picchu...laid deep underground.
What if the Taj Mahal, had only been a dream?
The Great Empire State Building...fell apart at the seams.
What if the Golden Gate Bridge, was not there to cross?
The Victoria Falls...dried up with no cause.
What if no eyes, were ever laid on the Great Barrier Reef?
The CN Tower...fell flat at our feet.
Try to imagine the Chichen Itza, with no morning sun.
That the old city of Jerusalem...had never been done.
What if the Aurora Borealis, had never been there?
The Grand Canyon walls...were all flat and bare.
For all of these wonders, how sad would it be.
If none of them were here, for the whole world to see.
With a heartfelt sigh and one teary sniff.
I sit and I wonder...what if.
After we met
I thought we really had something,
Really hit it off.
It wasn’t the words we spoke,
The easy fluorescent trail they made.
Maybe it was the Japanese lantern
Glowing over your bare shoulder
Or the smile you threw
To the side-
To someone.
Or maybe it was the cool damp air,
Slight seduction of rain
But no rain.
Perfect, cool molecules,
Layer on layer,
Air sitting on air.
But after, I couldn’t find you.
I couldn’t find you
In the heavy-sitting valleys,
Behind the cool barriered hedges
With stone guard dogs,
In the palm shadowed boulevards
Or the canyon mazes.
I couldn’t find you
In the final exhalations of space,
On sun baked, cracked cement plaza drives.
I couldn’t find you
In the starkly lined avenues
Amongst the serious-expressioned manikins.
It really is a desert here, huh?
Had said the pale cheeked waiter from Wisconsin
While we waited for you to come back.
Yes, I thought, touching the sweating water glass.
A stage set in a desert
Filled with mirages and promises
And doors that no one answers
And roads that curve toward the sun.
We both knew you weren’t coming back.
I won’t find you again
But I will keep looking
And looking
And looking.
There is always that chance.
Yes, to find someone like you.
That chance.
I leave alone,
Tip under plate.
A dog barks at my steps,
Waits, barks again.
We are both close,
Yet impossibly,
Far from home.
Dapper Dorothy pushes the envelope to the edge of the canyon
she should know better
being from a small town in the Midwest
Some of the meaner hicks say
She is trans someone whispers
What is that?
Pan? Tran? Slam? Sham?
Some of the relatives laugh
Not understanding how it feels
to be a little boy born in a girl’s body
To be sad every time he has to go to the girl’s side
Wearing panties when all he wants is boxers
There are no other trans in our town.of three hundred and two
Maybe and probably there have never been.
I look at Dapper Dorothy’s clothes and marvel
Glad he is finally honoring himself with beautiful men’s clothes
When I am here, I miss being there
When I am there, I miss being here
When I am in solitude, I miss companionship
When I have companionship, I miss solitude
When I am single, I miss being in relationship
When I am in relationship, I miss being single
When I am working, I miss not working
When I am not working, I miss working
When I am in the city, I miss the countryside
When I am in the countryside, I miss the city
When it is winter and it is cold, I miss the summer
When it is summer and too hot, I miss the winter
When I am on the prairies, I miss the mountains
When I am in the mountains, I miss the prairies
When I am on the rim of the Grand Canyon,
I miss being at the bottom
When I am at the bottom of the Grand Canyon,
I miss the rim,
When I am on the ocean, I miss dry land
When I am on dry land, I miss the ocean
When I am flying, I miss the ground
When I am on the ground, I miss flying
When I am on the east coast, I miss the west coast
When I am on the west coast, I miss the east coast
Maybe what I am missing is the point of it all
Andreas Simic©
HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES
Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day of my birth. . .
It's pre-historic palaeolithic age, this beautiful place
Karnataka's architecture amidst it's greenery.
Heaven through my eyes seeing such scenery
to walk it's ground my thoughts gently grace.
Meandering many miles from a dripping spring,
the Fraser River in it's glory catches my eye,
heaven through my eyes as I stand nearby
to hear it's lapping waters as it sings.
This magnificent fissure, one of earth's abyss,
the Grand Canyon on the Colorado Plateau.
Heaven through my eyes, in erosion flow
resided the ancient Pueblo whom lived in bliss.
Supple strong arms cradle me from harm
Salty tears they slowly fall, to flood
cracking gradually sadness that long clog
Heaven reveal to my eyes your charm
behold thee not by a necklace of glitter
but a love so peaceful and oh so tender
that 'til this life is through I'll remember
no longer do I want ever be shut!
as all these infuse in me reasons to smile
and again take a look at yellow horizons
with it's curly shaped clouds white and some blue
Heaven is revealed to my eyes by the presence of you!
Evergreen leaves so lush cluster among trees
Daisies, magnolias, orchids they paint a beauty
Ocean blue touch the sea's face of purity
Heaven through my eyes displayed for free!
Beyond this life, beyond this whole wide world--
do you believe a place called heaven up there?
If you do, won't you tell me a clue to exactly know where
and what to do for so long, so long there I like to curl?
© O. E. Guillermo and J. A. Fraser .1.00 pm, December 26, 2014
The Bucket List
Things considering before the pail is fully on empty
He ponders through travel brochures in his mind
Engages embraces envelopes the mantle of peace
Bungee jump Taj Mahal and Guernica safe in the bag
Umbilical chord from toxic relations dismembered
Cairo Grand Canyon Provence Blue Mosque rearranged
Kai is happy with memories battles poetry to be told
Enlightened he may not become darkness holds beauty
To halt pause and live in the moment requires no list
Leaving the strife for perfection behind one step at
Invaluable steps just for now and forever in cautious
Search for impermanence he wishes for soul to prevail
To make love on Kilimanjaro but the mountain is here
12th February 2017
*Image of Red Moon by Gifer.
Fright Features
1) Fright Night
Assured steps lead my costumed son,
dwells California night slight calm,
tugs tight-fitted guise sparse undone,
assured steps lead my costumed son,
plus kid brother midst stargazed fun,
his hand held in brother's cool palm,
assured steps lead my costumed son.
An Alameda porch shines bright,
as bold thumb press a doorbell ring,
a squire smiles at his silvered knight,
an Alameda porch shines bright,
answers tall clown causes a fright,
naive grabs sweets snub elder's cling,
an Alameda porch shines bright.
2) Fright Flight
A bright Livermore cloudless sky,
sits a Piper Cherokee plane,
my pilot friend, his wife and I,
a bright Livermore cloudless sky,
Phoenix bound, 4-seater, breaths sigh,
took-off without a hitch fears wane,
a bright Livermore cloudless sky,
Comes a fear not to be ignored,
Meteor Crater, prayed plenty,
spirals down to a lift, restored
comes a fear not to be ignored,
Grand Canyon sights yon his dashboard,
some dive took, I flipped a penny,
comes a fear not to be ignored.
2020 August 03
“Santa Fe”
Santa Fe, Santa Fe,
Oh Santa Fe,
Take me home to Santa Fe.
Where mountain peaks
Are bathed in gold.
Where artists and seekers
Come to unfold.
Where natives live in ages past
Stair step terra-cotta
Rise on desert floors.
Where artists come to paint and play
Calling all to Santa Fe
Dream maker’s dreams
Come true in the
Travertine
Aisles of Canyon Road.
Take me home to Santa Fe.
Zuni, Navajo and Hopi jewels
Laid out on woven throws.
Travelers come to barter
For jewels upon their wrists.
Sculptors, painters and weavers
Silversmiths, potters and glass blowers
Excite the spirits hidden deep
Within your soul.
The joy of beauty unfolds.
Galleries upon Galleries;
Artistic nudes,
Golden sunsets and landscapes.
Glimpses through storefront glass
Play on your senses.
The sun shines bright in Santa Fe.
Boxes carved in walls
Deliver stories from the past.
Colored doors tell tales of lives within.
Many an O’Keeffe have come and gone
Yet they linger in the spirits
And walls of Santa Fe.
No other place inspires
Like Santa Fe.
I dream of her
Whenever I’m blue.
Take me back to Santa Fe;
Paint a picture on my soul.
You wake up my senses
You beautify my soul
You heal my sorrows
You bring joy to my life
When I die let it be in Santa Fe
There is no better place
To lay your bones
Than dear old Santa Fe.
Take me home to Santa Fe.
Lon 9/24/2021
The sun begins the day,
Providing light to guide my way.
Yet still, I stumble upon
The weight of customs, illusions drawn.
I break each chain, one by one,
Unveiling life self-woven, undone.
Free from the weight of old deceits,
I walk where truth and freedom meet.
Vibrant as the flame within my core,
A light that whispers: “You are more.”
Nature, my guide, in canyon deep,
I breathe in silence, where rivers sweep.
Life flows on, a current bold,
Untamed, unbent, and uncontrolled.
With every step, I rise and see,
The light of Self, wild and free.
No agenda rests, no shelf to fill,
Just life unfolding, as it will.