Long Expeditions Poems
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THE ABYSS
The abyss...evokes and fuels Hades enthusiasm,
a deep or seemingly bottomless chasm.
A slope leads down into the dark abyss,
and their delinquent prayers rendered amiss.
It's not just a wide or profound difference
between people; a gulf or a huge fence,
the abyss between these two nations;
Earth & Hell are never saintly expeditions.
The Abyss...
The popular home of a great but fallen Legion.
The music of wailing echoes from this region,
the regions of hell conceived the bottomless pit.
There, damnation has taken a lifetime seat.
But we will rave in the defeat of darkness,
Infernal abysses do not frighten us,
nor the blazes of thunder & fiery flames.
Who will miss their reservations;
in The Elysian Fields, the final resting place,
a home of heroic souls and the virtuous,
a land of perfect happiness at Earth's end,
on the banks of the Oceanus, there we're forever blessed.
But the abyss...
Sinking sin stinkers simmeringly sink into hell,
faces fried-up & fearfully frozen they fell,
as Lucifer summons them deep into the abyss,
denying them, forever, the joy of heaven's bliss.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? April 2023.
Hang-gliding over a lava-spewing Hawaiian volcano
Flying a two-seater through the eye of a raging tornado
Bungee-jumping from the top of a skyscraper in Dubai
Crossing a bed of coals barefoot on an LSD high
Prying open the jaws of a vicious crocodile and peeking in
Leading the army of Latvia against Russia, expecting to win
Competing in triathlons on consecutive days, back-to-back
Crossing the Pacific Ocean on water skis, carrying a knapsack
Making expeditions to the North and South Poles in the same week
Learning to speak Latin, Vietnamese, Chinese, Swahili, and Greek
Riding a camel across the Sahara Desert in mid-June
Wrestling an alligator, porcupine and angry baboon
O, Bucket List, Bucket List: Who could ever complete you?
I'll just take care of my family instead ~ I won't even need you!
Today at the mall, I seen a woman wearing a shirt saying Black is beautiful, I thought I never see any white shirts with slogans.
I wondered what kind of slogans would go with white, I thought white is wonderful, or white is nice, or white is bright.
Today at the mall, I seen a lot of families, they all looked so happy, and I thought life must be going great.
The mall has many awesome things, it has stores, it has people, it has food, it has entertainment, it has options to grow and display all the current things we like to purchase.
The mall is growing, it had so many possibility’s, many I envision as I shop, and look forward to all my shopping expeditions.
Thank you mall for all you sell, you make many of us feel so swell with all of our days in the mall.
IGNORED BEAUTY
Distance shores mesmerize
Look close by: Get surprise.
Things unseen far away always seem
to emit sparkling shiny beam.
Extending distant space attracts more,
calling astronauts on venture to explore.
Next neighbor to our land is ocean
getting no importance or attention.
Aquanauts are not strictly selected.
Under ocean expeditions are neglected.
One bank of river always sighs
‘Happiness lies on other side.’
Close friend may be great or saint
Yet we search for fellow at distant.
I traveled lot and spent time to see
mountains, rivers, fountains, sea
but failed even to appreciate
amazing beauty of a dew droplet
glistening on rose petal in my garden,
which I discovered all on a sudden.
06/20/18
Edited on 05/12/20
HM
' STRAND No.750 'Contest by Brian Strand
The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.
Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse,
hospital gowns and white bottoms
exposed like beluga whales.
She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door.
The woman undressed
threw her uniform into the fire
then jumped naked into the flames.
Stepping out of the oven,
the nurse returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly.
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.
Suddenly he understood.
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.
"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." she replied.
He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,
"s**t into this bedpan."
I began a quest 15 years ago when I was more
than 2,000 miles away from the sites of inquiry.
I suspect that the expeditions of most people
do not look anything like my current expedition.
Theirs will most likely be filled with both excitement
and intrigue, taking them to places unknown, far and wide.
Mine, on the other hand, although focused within a hundred miles
of my present residence, meets the definition of an expedition.
Initially, I did not in the least consider my quest an expedition,
because it did not pertain to faraway places unknown or unseen.
But later, I realized that, indeed, it was a very real expedition.
Ground zero of my expedition were places I'd already been,
people I'd already seen and known, and a culture with which
I am well acquainted. From my perspective, there is a very
real and explorational beauty in reconnecting with yesterday.
In short, for example, two weeks ago, I revisited and became
reacquainted with people from my hometown with whom I had grown up.
They were just a few that I had not seen in more than 50 years; so long
ago as to be unrecognizable. They all had 'nicknames' like Wanke, Wewe,
and Big Buddy. When such names were reintroduced and brought to my attention, I immediately knew who they were. The emotions that I then experienced were overwhelming and so rich as to be treasured for a lifetime.
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We know what Mars looks like from pictures sent by satellite
and in the near future we'll send expeditions to find graphite,
but in the meantime can we send someone to Mars
other than astronauts: isn't it an amazing and lovely planet?
I have a fantastic and bizarre idea for this coming Christmas:
and the only catch is that Santa can't travel on a sleight!
We should have a serious chat with Santa and reveal this fantastic plan
to him, he may turn it down with his infamous grin;
let's explain to him how it will work in plan words:
he must learn how to fly a small spaceship and head to distant Mars!
On Mars children don't know that Christmas is: gifts and carols;
it's time the earthly kids interacted with the little Martians with large, purple eyes,
but be warned they may they have big ears and very long noses
like Pinocchio, the wooden boy, does it mean that they're mischievous and tell lies?
Will Santa travel to Mars and meet those kids who may look strange?
How about the language barrier? What must he do to communicate?
Santa may ask you to give up your presents in exchange for their friendship;
aren't you anxious to meet them: isn't a thrill to make a voyage on a spaceship?
Backward word exceptions for me
from mothers cold lipless tongue drips lies,
White and stagnation
void of a life.-
Is nothing sacred mother?
My mother?
Is nothing pure?
Even babies defecate and are never clean anymore.
I fail--as she fell.
But two eyes are better than three
and doesn’t allow such and such’s brain to bleed.
She had her head on the floor but she had her eye on me.
Lips soft as a kiss and open for guests but no feelings
there was no life there
nothing intermission to flatten the flowers and lost.
Further expeditions into my fragile fragmented psyche
leads one to a temporary understanding of life
through the perspective of one afraid of conformity
yet change
yet being identified as a same
the same-ness is a blow to the ego center
bordering on ego death
but only by a completely Egotistico way
you and you and you and me I you and we
our seasons the moment we are zero: a free radical
L Milton Hankins loved by all here on Poetry Soup
He kept true to himself and to us with authenticity
Daily poems intimate, inciting, true to the group
Known for his philosophies, strong faith, and veracity
Author of the book above, on narrative traditions
He shared humor and sorrow of Southern Appalachia
An anthology of twenty-five short stories, his expeditions
Inspired by his childhood in the hills of West Virginia
Man of integrity, wrote about anything with clarity
Milt, was an honest man, who spoke his mind
Even when distracted by bullies, a lover of poetry
A warm free spirit honored by us, one of a kind
"My indestructible faith will always keep me free,
Until with God and loved ones I shall forever be"—LM Hankins
Life is a mystical muse inspiring
never ending creation
Creating gives life to ideas that lay
dormant in the mind
When this is done we open doors that
can never be closed
The mind is like a beautiful budding rose
ready to bloom
Like a mansion with many rooms there's
plenty of room for its clothes
Expansion leads to expeditions within self
that offer growth
To expedite this process you'll need to
grow & open up
Bloom like the flower you are to journey
on despite the thorns
& bumps in the road
Planting seeds that you wish to see
come to fruition
is the only way to grow
This is a great way to go though
it's a path
less traveled
The road to self-realization
is one that's
walked alone
In your own zone is where you'll
find the knowledge
that you seek
You're an open book & every time
you open your
eyes you take a peek
You are the question & answer so
to speak
but you must
know what to ask
This life is the best of all teachers
& you're in
a never ending class