Long Expeditions Poems
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We need an alarm clock for daybreaks
For morning calls
For embarking on special expeditions
But down in a poor village
The cock crows
The cold wind blows
The night fades
The mountains covered with mist
The grass wetted
The birds sing
But there is neither bustle of life
Nor ringing of an alarm clock
Inside the cottage
Oh, the parents have long awakened
Before dawn
Their morning begins at four o'clock
Before the night retreats
They are on their ways
To the rubber estates
Their long-built habits
Are their only imagery alarm clock
Mechanical alarm clocks are only
For their schooling children
I've dreamed of traveling to equatorial Egypt
To see the Pyramids of Giza and even the Sphinx
And then onto the jungles of darkest Africa
To meet voodoo doctors, unafraid of their jinx
O, in my dreams, I've coursed through the canals of Venice
And met the Queen for tea before Wimbledon tennis
I've climbed the Eiffel Tower, spent hours in the Louvre
Been to Mumbai, New Delhi, by the Taj Mahal been moved
Once dreams such as these were the province of Kings
Yet today even you and I can realize all these things
From whaling expeditions in Norway to bullfights in Spain
They're just a click or two away, and a seat on a plane
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?
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.
I thought, like a net unknotted, puzzles would be solved.
With the question, 'Who am I? What's the purpose of my life?
I was wrong. Like the palbeu, no one knew where knots revolved.
Each question, like thorns midst blooms, had anxiety and strife.
Like winter after fall, when war ends, roguery begins.
Uncertainty, like unexpected earthquakes, surfaces.
Emptiness and self-contamination rise like past sins.
Absurdity and nullity erase life's purposes.
People commence their expeditions and never return.
Journeys begin in merriment, and with mourning, they end.
With writes of fate on each one's head, what can humans discern?
Many are kith and kin; but when times are thin, there's no friend.
If everything ends with death, what's, then, existence about?
Do I have an endless life? This is the soul-swaying doubt.
Winter is a great time for a cruise,
on a ship of dreams lifetime memories were made;
remarkable and breathtaking this journey chased away my blues,
land of cold, sublime Alaska. Passing floating icebergs, I prayed.
Denali's Park safari and dog sledging was awesome!
Cruising through this fabulous scenery who could be glum,
riding a train through Alaska's Kenai Peninsula was divine;
under bright blue skies I gazed at breaching Orca's and seals,
into cold extremes we watch nature as we dine.
Such beauty, inspiration and humbling emotions, this trip reveals!
Expeditions and explorations this is my way to cruise . . .
______________________
September 28, 2017
Acrostic/Winter Cruise
Copyright Protected, ID 945239
Law began by living,
locomotion meeting the rails of electric rainfall,
Consequence coursing through interconnected crossbeams
making all form fruit of the first & final recipe,
one great statute spawned from the storm
billowing from Divinity's genius,
everything in the Universe existing to produce,
get busy, get bounce'n, grow wild & now,
receive with wisdom and take as thieves humbled by offering,
the original impulse from a manic God
pregnant from androgonous purpose,
a trillion movements in a single start, a fanatic for feral smarts,
stagnation anethema to the spectacular suspense of survival,
Natural Rights were for me
the moment my blood became mine, became a wet warlord
exerting presence in the wide open wrestle of Universe,
God the shadow & weight of my spark,
the window & scene of my good gumption, of my dusty dream,
self defense a mandate from the magistrate of my heritage,
freedom of expression an obligation humming from ancestors'
anniverseries applauded along the Appain Way headed
not towards Rome but forward to a higher home of honor,
a Law unto myself I am,
eating from the spines of lions,
sleeping atop pyramids built by a billion bones unbroken by battle,
afternoons auction affection for my amusement with discount
and the nights nudge nightmares asunder
with the release of red lightning
spelling the name of Creation in raw neon, breathtaking breakdown,
a script scribbled by a hand having the blueprint of dirt in it's fingernails,
I appeal to Adam, attest in favor of aggression's willpower,
to Eve I beseech, testify to the severity & sanction of self confidence,
let us smash all false law that stands as a wall to our fulfillment,
smack the eggshell of Man's authoritarian angst,
waking into a world of wakeful worries, confined by Common Law, U.C.C.,
walking through waves ment to wreck the arrogant
with a constitution inked by nerves electrified
by entertaining the urgency of a rampaging God,
thought of the great expanse thumping thoroughly through
the expeditions my expectations encounter,
black static undulating around the blue bulb of my brain,
sparks of ultimate consciousness mothering marks of miracles
in the becoming of birthright,
J.A.B.
It sat on Miss Ruth's desk, a sphere of intrigue and wonder.
'Twas a globe that in my reveries I'd gaze at and ponder.
It depicted marvelous vistas that seductively beckoned me,
And lit a fire in my youthful soul for places I yearned to see!
How my free spirit longed to escape her penetrating eyes,
And sail upon the foamy seas or soar thro' pristine skies,
To mysterious far-away lands of which I could only dream.
The globe hypnotized me as it basked in the sunlight's beam.
Ah! To scale the heights of Mount Fuji in beautiful Japan,
Or travel the rugged Khyber Pass in mysterious Pakistan.
To glide past ancient, majestic castles on the River Rhine,
Or visit holy places where Jesus walked would truly be devine!
I daydreamed about a safari to the nation of Mozambique;
I pined to see Mount Pelee Volcano on the Isle of Martinique.
The Egyptian Pyramids along the River Nile I must also see,
And Holland's windmills, tulips and its famed Zuider Zee!
What exotic places Casablanca, Istanbul and Athens must be!
And I want to see the lovely islands of the Caribbean Sea.
With glazed eyes I'd fantasize about world-wide expeditions,
'Til she'd wake me from my trance with scorching admonitions!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
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
THE OCEAN
Alluring Amazing Ocean
Boundless Charming, Dynamic
Endless Energy in Free Frolic Foamy Flow.
Gorgeous, Loud Lovely, Marvellous, Musterious.
Noble or Outrageous.
Pearly, Pristine : Quite or Rowdy.
Unique: Vibrant, Valorous.
Wide, Wonderful with Youthful Vigorous
in zest and zeal.
Ocean flows thrashing waves beyond breakers,
sometimes turbulent, sometimes calm tranquil.
Liners, Vessels, Ships on voyage.
Passenger sinking in dreams of vastness.
Millions of sea creature struggling to survive,
floating, swimming, clinging to seaweeds,
crawling or settling in the abyss.
Preys and Predators thriving simultaneous.
Coral displaying floral garden spectacular beyond human vision.
Icebergs huge or small to float showing one portion,
nine times being submerged deceiving onlookers.
Aquanauts to venture expeditions under the ocean.
Ocean carrying immense treasures without any measure.
Ocean flows calling land dwellers to explore.