Long Exploring Poems
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you free me of my mind,
every moment we share together our hearts bind.
looking in your eyes is like watching the waves,
when the time comes we have to separate my soul craves.
waiting for your voice to soothe me,
this land was made for us to love free,
for us to never have to loose touch of one another,
a land to share our intimacy like no other.
we spend our nights together,
we play like children outside no matter the weather.
we roll around in our shared love,
exploring this land gifted by the lord above.
there is no one else here in our land,
we live the future we had planned.
i consume every second i have with you,
but if only we knew anything is possible tonight.
its just you and me in this memory of time,
others will say our freedom is a crime,
but we live under the clouds with no limits.
in this land its everything we wanted,
but my mind is still being haunted.
we are happy now,
but its not how it seems,
because i can only visit this land in my dreams.
Pixabay Image
Enterprise, man's quest exploring the unknown.Make it so!
Nomads of space in cryo-sleep
Time has little meaning as decades pass
Eerie atmosphere is computer dependant
Rrobotically maintained humans sleep
Perilous solar storms and asteroids navigated
Rampant chaos of earth light years behind.Beam me up, Scotty
Indeed the point of no return has long been reached
Science fiction ignites curiosity. Live long and prosper!
Earthlings quest to understand universe.Resistance is futile!
Had a little fun with this one. Quotes in bold print from Star Trek.
Jean Luc Picard "Make it so"
Captain Kirk "Beam me up, Scotty"
Spock "Live Long and Prosper"
The Borg "Resistance is Futile"
Love you are so sweet like a cherry on top of my sundae.
Love your kisses I love, they are like sweet sugar on my lips.
Love you are all of my dreams, you make me sing and dream of being in your arms.
Like a love, from long ago, you make me dream of all our times we have explored.
Exploring with my love, we went to many places, we loved to enjoy each sunrise and sunset.
My love and I, we spend each moment enjoying all the beauty that surrounds us each day.
My love, you are the sun and the sunset, you make all of life feel so special and so lovely.
Your smile makes me happy, never change that lovely smile.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I wonder what blue eyes doing today
Missed our life's way
Since first day our meeting
all the sparks on
Her ability to show a genuine
Lady I came to adore
Words of upfront with passion flowing
Desire grew strong while
exploring
She was maybe everything
we both wanted
Life isn't fair, as feelings
get started and erupted
My path changes with unknown time frame ,
Miles separated our love's
flame
Oh if our love plant within
hearts
My feelings thrive despite apart
Worried of holding back what
you deserve, I let go
Calls lessened but love arose
As we date others, no one spark ever
Blue eyes your my eyes to always cherish
The Avian Flu is over.
Time for a change of scene.
The barn doors slowly open.
We feel comforted by the green.
Us chicks will have adventures.
We'll slurp some slimy things.
We'll cluck along in unison
With the choir that has wings.
We'll nestle in long chunks of grass.
Shadows will cool us in the sun.
Each day will be a hen party
And we'll have lots of fun!
We'll tease the sheep with pecking
'Til they head-butt us away.
Our hearts will be light as our feathers.
We'll chuckle. And we'll play.
Other outdoor creatures
Will think that we're insane,
For we will keep exploring
While they shelter from the rain.
Our nights feel more restful.
We dream of what we see.
Our lockdown has been lifted.
Though there are fences, we are free!
As I was about to enter the frontier of a forest
I was greeted by a Bunyan tree at the very entrance
It started talking to me in a language audible
That could be wisely deciphered as follows;
“I am a Bunyan tree, full of magic and grace
Nestling among smaller trees in our forest kingdom
From a tiny seed dropped by a bird, I grew
Into immeasurable size with a verdant crown
Now a vast territory is under my domain
I stretch and swing my arms all around
Support my body on a hundred legs
That no storm or gale can uproot me
My leafy arms are curved to the ground
Forming a maze of arches and tangy knots
With an enigmatic darkness hovering
Where birds roost and squirrels run about
When I bear fruits, the feathered folks come in flocks
Green parrots, bulbuls, mynas and crows
Squabbling with each other for my scarlet gems
Leaving me noisy with their mad crescendo
I proudly host these denizens of land and air
Never resisting their obtrusive invasion
I offer them shade and shelter, making them joyful
As they hop about and romance among my branches
I never set any boundaries as I find joy
In exploring and conquering
And into newer and newer realms, I move
With none hindering my encroachment
Sad, when we are grown, men hack us and cut us down
Now my only prayer is that no axe should fall on us
As we trees supply tons of oxygen for man and beast
And without us, life never can thrive or flourish”
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Placed Second
May.19. 2022
Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
In the water way down deep
A little mermaids fast asleep
Dreaming of how it would be
If one fine day she could see
The wonderful world on the land
And everything that is so grand
Imagining her tail would
Split in two so that she could
Walk around exploring sights
All the beautiful delights
From every corner, street and space
A smile upon her face
Lights and music, kids and fun
Her adventure has begun
But soon she starts to miss here world
And this unhappy mermaid girl
Wakes up and excitement starts
To fill up her gladdened heart
Being back where she belongs
Singing a precious new song
As her sea friends join right in
Joyous laughter will begin
No more dreaming, shes awake
To her home in the blue lake
rousted from remnants of rest
pain paralyzing
percolating
eye strung up hoping to die
5am cry, not even know why
see, what must one even see
that they don't already know
contours of a delicate face
resound amid such elegant grace
confirming what is felt and flashed
inside the glorious mind
beauty beheld beneath edges of time
fingertips flush on the outlines of life
where bosoms rise then glide
in the warmth of a strike
from those lips to these
no vision, one ever does need
the whistle of the chariot awaits
legs wrapped hope once blind
we dig and we find
endorphins exploding, exploring
avenues not even tried
The scents I remember like hand rolled cigars
Wine cask lined cellars in musty cool basements
Chocolate miniatures nestled in bright candy dishes
Tea leaves and mint steeping in dainty china cups.
Baked goods cooling on the kitchen counter
Roast with potatoes in a rich onion broth
Lilacs and roses lined on back yard fences
Channel #5 clings to grandmother’s sweater
Scents I remember from childhood spent
Fondly reminiscing with a wistful smile
In this sterile world I live in now
What will my grandchildren remember?
No leaves burnt on a cold autumn night
No carcinogens cooked over red hot coals
No second hand smoke that will cling to your clothes
No hairspray, no tea roses, no creams or colognes
No Sundays exploring my old Aunt Ruth’s farm
No chickens or guineas; no old dusty barns
No fresh moved hay or cinnamon apple pies
Just germicide, purified, Ionic fresh air.
I am
Wednesday morning trips to the local library with my mom and younger siblings,
Wandering wondrous paths through bookshelves bustling with books.
Exploring, savoring, lingering inbetwixt paragraphs, sentences, words.
Spirited away to a fantasy far from my monotonous world.
I am
Impromptu tea parties, tiny rosy teacups, fitting easily in my tiny, delicate hands.
Drinking creamy green Irish breakfast tea, just like Mommy does,
Sneaking a sip of her nutty coffee, sweetened with brown sugar, lighted to a soft beige,
Giggling and rubbing gritty umber coffee grounds between our palms.
I am
Dancing, twirling, leaping to “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy” in honey-sweet memories.
Repeating the same album, thrice over, harmonious Celtic melodies, fueling sappy daydreams.
Cherishing the singing birthday cards I’ve received, their chipper voices piercing my ears,
Gleefully opening and closing their bright covers until their songs are garbled and warped.
I am
Reminded of beauty in the juniper-colored liquid depths of my loved ceramic bear mug,
Kissing his forehead as I sip my favorite Irish breakfast tea, now grown out of creamers.
Strolling through the homely lanes of my memory, a ball of light in my chest.
Seeking her out, and finding that where I look, there she emerges.
I am
Still with my mother.
Carrying her memory, holding it gently, caring for it delicately.
Guided by her hand, her colorful spirit always brightening my smile.
And there she will live on, within me.