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Two faithful souls stand listless in the great big tower
overlooking the stranded city that once stood tall
yearning for a quiet place to lay their heads
while far beyond the deserted land
a soft blue light gleams gracefully above tranquil skies,
dancing shadows rocking to midnight tunes,
and sweet melodies echoing from the gigantic moon.
She spans more than a thousand feet long soaking
up the exhausted earth, her immeasurable depths
cuts and carve through valleys and streams
with clear blue water and powdery white sand
what more could you ask for on that distant land.
They have been planning this trip for many years,
but when the time draws near their saving disappears.
An empty refrigerator with two trays of frozen ice
lean against the corner of the kitchen
in their ten bedroom mansion
and a bare pantry exposing a slice of mildew bread
filled with little mice nibbling and playing tug of war.
Not many people knew their story
they have been broke for twenty years
but lived a painful lie, cutting corners
making back door transaction,
eating lamb and turkey from profits
made from sordid deals.
Their empire that once stood tall hangs in dismay
While it watches the world going up in flame
by those who continue to play treacherous games.
Sobibor and Hiroshima horrors of the past
Should have cleared the way for a more sophisticated path
But now athoroughfare mixed with complexity
packed with insidiousness
have ducks walking around
quacking without wings or tails
They finally got an offer to go to Utopia.
with packed bags not a penny in their name,
they set off for Utopia hoping to find a new life again
but when they got their it was the same old begrimed game.
Their entire world has been shaken,
shaken by its own guilt and self-reproach,
the transgression that their ancestors have borne
have been handed down for generations to shoulder
A land that they believe was pure and holy
has turned into nightmare and horror
dreadful things dismount in dark corners
women raped strangers abused
yet religion forms the core of the throne
They have witnessed empires toppled,
Kingdoms have fallen in their sight
Rulers have shaken and wept bitterly
causing the great big god to balance the scale
but blackmail in Utopia remains a formidable game
©2013 Christine Phillips
One night I dreamed I wandered, weary in a desert
until a clear blue water lake emerged ahead
midst the new pine landscape of my dream.
Four specks far away, approaching. . .
soon turned into four strong ranchers wearing big brim cowboy hats.
My memory was stirred in tune with an upbeat melody.
And suddenly I knew just who they were!
One, dressed all in black, sat tall and handsome in his saddle.
Another, plain and burly, gave a toothy grin.
Another, young and charming, smiled and winked at me!
The silver-haired gent, their father,
met my gaze with warm and honest eyes.
Seeing my exhaustion, he offered me a place to stay.
Oh, happy dream that I had drifted into:
that bygone era of my youth
when Adam, Hoss and Little Joe,
along with the grand patriarch Ben Cartwright,
had been invited into living rooms on Sunday nights
as families like mine watched their televisions all those years ago.
A bonanza of romance, friendship, loyalty and courage
had given us the good-hearted milder side of the wild wild west.
Alongside the Cartwright clan,
I rode inside my dream toward the cozy ranch house
built on the land of legend called the Ponderosa,
anticipating Hop Sing’s home-cooked supper.
Inspired by the Wild Wild West Poetry Contest
* hear the lyrics of the Bonanza theme song as sung by Lorne Greene (Ben Cartwright)
at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kA-PdP4k4Xw
Mountain Top Lake
An enthusiastic team ventured to trek
on a stiff hill with loose rocks, stones, crater.
All were charmed to see the mountain top lake.
Tree top view showed clean clear blue water.
Lots of colorful fish swam gaily.
Exciting enchantment to climbers.
All enjoyed, took rest, chatted, walked freely.
Full relaxation by all team members.
Branches of trees swayed by sudden gust.
Little brittle ripples woke up in lake.
Blowing breeze chased dry leaves, pollen, dust.
The leader got up to arrange Tea-Break.
Flowers with wild fragrance nodded in joy.
Chirping birds, humming bees, howling creature.
Flora-Fauna around to enjoy.
On mountaintop displayed sounds of Nature.
05/25/17
MOUNTAINTOP LAKE Contest by Brenda Chiri
Dear Lake, why lob here atop a mountain
when the lowlands are so superior
with more catchment area to fountain
more rain to fill your vast interior.
Alpine aspirations for altitude
are worthy ambitions for rocks and crags.
But not for frigid lake in solitude,
except for the art show reflection brags.
The air is so clear and crisp on calm days
that lake reflection is a masterpiece,
perfectly mirrored portraits it portrays
of rogue mountains smiling, posing, at peace.
Up high, here, nature's sounds are rarefied.
The air is so thin, cold and flatly grim
that any birds flocking here to abide
are stage-struck by silence, the lake's own hymn.
The weather has no foibles and hindrance.
The winds and rain love to shatter and spoil
the reflection galley hung in silence,
wrecking the scene and creating turmoil.
You could climb a tree for a treetop view,
but, way up here, well above the snow line
there are no trees, only meadows for shoe,
so I dive in clear blue water, sublime.
Colorful fish defy the location.
To them, whither the lake is high or low
matters little in this wet world nation
all immune from rain, hail, wind, sleet and snow.
Well I'm taking a midnight flight out of Harrison, TN tonight
I just gotta take a break from old man winter and my
No good for nothing lazy ass lover, so just like a night bird
In flight I am leaving you and this cold frozen dead tree
Town tonight arriving in SUMMERLAND ISLAND morning
Light...
Oh SUMMERLAND ISLAND where the weather is hot and
I can flaunt what I got and maybe, baby just maybe I'll
Find out just what sex is all about in the arms of a new
Lover oh one hell of a lover, as wild as a freakin' ass Tiger
I have every intention of coming back sooner or later
But then again maybe I'll stay and live out the rest of my
Days here in SUMMERLAND, SUMMERLAND ISLAND 'cuz
God knows I need some excitement in my life but I
Wouldn’t expect you to understand and don't even try to
I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself but as for myself I'm out of
Here tonight...
I'm out of here tonight, like a night bird in flight and by dawn's
Early morning light I'll be having the time of my life and maybe
Even more than I can even stand oh when I get to SUMMERLAND
ISLAND, where the weather is hot and I can flaunt what I got
In the clear blue water, blue water and bright white sands of
SUMMERLAND, SUMMERLAND ISLAND!
An eagle watching, from its windy tree top view.He eyes the glacial clear blue water below.A colorful fish the rainbow trout jumps askew.Spotting a splash, as the water returns to its glassy plateau. Springing from its limb the eagle becomes airborne.Flying by a waterfall,that is rushing like a thousand mustangs.Unleashing an eerie cry, as the cliffs echo a whistling morn,With the sun as a backdrop and for a second the winged shadow hangs, then the swooshing sound of air flows, by the speeding eagle’s ears.Diving into the mirrored lake, the eagle passes, by his own reflection.Bursting out of the water, carrying a rainbow in his gripping spears.A couple of powerful strokes he moves, in an upward direction, back to the perch, where he began his aerial hunt.Lighting in the distance strikes a peak and thunder follows.The eagle hastily tears and eats the reward from his stunt,as the sounds of nature reverberate across the hollows.
Samuel saw her screaming for help in the sea.
Esta failed to save her friend who was drowning
And some people could make fun of the victims.
Two brave men by the seashore jumped Into the sea
to rescue them, as they were in the harzardous
zone of sharks and some dangerous reptiles.
They succeeded to bring them to the seaside
and managed to organize some hot coffee
and tea for them in few minutes.
Esta and her friend thanked Samuel and his friend
for assisting them when some other people wished
their death into clear blue water.
Their friendships turned into love after some weeks.
Samuel came to love Esta so much and they decided
to live togather as wife and husband.
So their parents met to discuss about the dowry.
Everything was concluded according to their culture
and traditions, then they married traditionally.
so their dream of living together fulfilled.
A year later , they got a male child and named
him" Remembrance."
To express how he got a wife of his choice
through assisting some desperate women in the Sea.
April 08/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
Theme: SEA
Sacred Lake Titicaca
High atop the Andes, between Bolivia and Peru,
sits the birthplace of the Incas, sacred Lake Titicaca.
A powerhouse of nature through and through,
it was created by the Inca god of the lake, Viracocha.
A treetop view showcases unique flora and fauna that abound,
from llamas to fresh water snails dozing in the sun;
rainbow trout and other colorful fish are found
as sunlight reflects golden on the lake’s horizon.
Flocks of snowy egrets among the rare totora reed
share this natural habitat with slate-gray Andean coots,
snowy egrets, and white-tufted grebes diving for feed,
while parrots scratch their heads perched on mangrove roots.
Sounds of nature overcome the silence of twilight,
as huge water frogs on lily pads croak their lullabies.
The black-crowned night heron forages in the dying light,
and gloomy catfish float underground for a tasty prize.
Incas believed that when their time on earth was done,
the mystical clear blue water was a portal to the stars,
and into the depths of Titicaca, their spirits would return,
to reunite with their gods and venerable ancestors.
05-25-2017
The cable car proceeds, its old motif
on slender wire eyed by waiting queue -
So much it seems depends on thin belief -
We flew upon anonymous review.
Its window panes were dotted with the prints
that algid fingers left on hardened glass -
a fleeting mark of those who cared to call,
Then wiped away for tourists yet to pass.
The sight - ineffable to say the least.
So beautiful that if you were to fall,
You'd only wish you had more time to feast
on vision, catch the magic of it all.
On blue-green ice like paper they were grown -
A hundred shards of crystalline along
the clear blue water, glamour of its own
reflecting cattle herd it lay among.
And at the centre of this paradise,
No sight but this could make me look away.
She stood on mountain's edge with dazzled eyes
that showed no sign of labour everyday.
It's what you need that takes you far from home,
And till you find it, midst existence roam
There she belonged on top of the world - my mother
Standing apart, a star in the skies like no other.
Written Mother's Day
- Motif pronouced mo-teef
Whole night snow fell in the mountains
Surrounding the blue oval lake
Downhill sang the gurgling fountains
In our window mystic snowflake
At morning the coloured fishes
Look at coloured birds on tree tops
Both after their golden wishes
Merry morning in their love drops
Clear blue water in the cool sun
All around the snow laden peaks
Love and peace look from the lemon
Many a word the dimples speaks
The lake perches within the hills
Shadows in a snowy whisper
With pines around us we stand still
Summer flows into the winter
It is the story of our life
The wheel turns from ice to warm sun
And then to cool snow from the strife
Glisten the flakes on your hair bun
Dusk descends on the sun soaked lake
At the end of lyrics of breeze
Our eyes moved to where stars awake
And moon draws shadows of the trees
Then the lake in contemplation
Of apple leaves rustling in air
Inhaling the meditation
We are in a lake like prayer
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18 May 2017