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The Boy From Campania

Has anyone ever seen the fertile Felix Ager,
which the Romans called, " The happy land?
Along the astonishing coastline are found:
the odorous lemon, orange and pine trees
that overlook the limpid and calm Tyrrean sea!
Feel the warmest breeze and breath the freshest air!


I was the boy from Campania, vibrant and restless,
exploring landscapes and valleys...climbing cliffs;
I wasn't born to be a poet, but I became one by the presence of beauty!
Lay down on a lustrous meadow and wait for the breath-taking sunset:
you'll see creation unfolding itself under brush's strokes of the Masters! 
How can anyone not be impressed and moved by such a majesty!
 

I will lead you by hand to all the places you have never seen:
to hills and mounts towered by picturesque towns with fortresses and castles;
Naples,Amalfi,Sorrento,Positano,Ischia,Capri and Gaeta are the jewels of this pristine sea!
Take that long journey with me:  you'll be utterly breathless, 
and appreciate Nature with a keener understanding and dwell here like others did!
Drink the sparkling water of the purest springs and eat the fruits of my amazing land!



Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Premium Member Orlando, Florida

 
This big and little city is so great.
It is situated near the middle of the state.
The city draws tourists and visitors in a plethora.
It has most of what can be found in Florida.

This place must be the product of a dream.
The “Magic” is the name of their basketball team.
The team plays a poised and formidable game.
Is it any wonder the team has that name?

All year long, the weather is usually fine.
Visitors can enjoy some warm sunshine.
Included is some clear and sparkling water.
Be sure to bring your spouse, son, and daughter.
There are hotels and restaurants galore.
Besides big theme parks, it has much more.
This is where the family has a good time.
In order to describe it all, need I rhyme?

This is a town many people would know.
For a great vacation, just get up and go.
The city is none other than Orlando.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Symbol of Pride

Ontario    in Iroquois is-
Kanadario         meaning sparkling water

the British     claimed the land
under the approval of the Queen
148 years ago

well        all that is another story  

Ontario became a province of Canada
in 1867
a land of rivers and lakes   and wild forests

the flag of Ontario has only been flying
since 1965 -
     red background
         British Union Jack in upper left corner 
and Provincial Coat of Arms of Ontario on fly half
it is a symbol of our identity

and the history of Ontario's British heritage
           our forever relationship with the Queen

the vastness of Ontario is breathtaking
the most amazing in my life
       travelling to Hudson Bay's    far north
           mostly still untouched and pristine

did you know that the Ontario's flower
is the white trillium
            found in woodlands 
     it follows the sun across the sky

our motto is    loyal she began   loyal she remains

the Ontario flag flies proudly beside the Canadian flag
a magical    beautiful    sight    shining boldly  

on any important building you will find her beauty

blazing in the sun
     fluttering in the wind    rain     and snow
             a symbol of  pride

______________________________
July 10, 2015



Free Verse

Written by Broken Wings


For the contest, Tell Us About Your State Flag, sponsor, Judy Konos

First Place

Premium Member Never On the Map of My Life

I wander the desert alone-  through an ocean of sand
in my dream . . .  thinking myself on an adventure
and walk in golden softness in a place empty and drifting
a place of solitude strangely magic, and
I hear the desert speaking in a whispering hush

barren, sun bleached and sun-choked
empty of all things human yet I hear a bird's laugh 
with an endless, timeless rhythm this land hushes
but wait-  a prickly cactus and a snake- hiss-  in this place of nothingness 
or is that just my imagination speaking

thirst painful, my mouth is bone dry-   has been for hours, days it seems
parched and withered of all moisture . . .  in my head I am screaming
this wretched place was never on the map of my life
so why did my dream take me here to wander alone and lost
in a vastness of azure skies and infinite pristine sand, but wait, an . . .

oasis, refuge, relief at last . . . a turquoise sea suddenly appears
beyond a sand cliff with sparkling water to the horizon with cays of gulls
and trees deep and tender green rustle not far
I walk out of the utter, empty, unforgiving desolation of the desert 
and into the cool water waiting with a sigh. . .  then I awake

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October 13, 2018


Poetry/Free Verse/Never on the Map of My Life
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1071-027-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.



Written for the contest, I Wander The Desert Alone
sponsor, Edward Ebeh

Required words - barren, oasis, thirst
with metaphors and onomatopoeia

Second Place

Premium Member Nature Heals

How blue the sparkling water brightly shone!
Stream depths of clarity held my stunned eyes.
I felt my smile grow full and skimmed some stones
while sun rays lent light ribbons to my tries.

The shoreline mixed rocks, clover, sticks and dirt
before it faded to soft, velvet grass
and endless trees grown full limbed, tall and pert.
While reaping all, I saw a jumping bass.

I loved how energy there loved me back.
Just nature gives such boundless lifts to me.
Her highs keep my esteem on healthy track
to heal since heartbreak thoroughly took me.

In earth's scenes nature aids all pain did hone.
How blue the sparkling water brightly shone!
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member A Tea Infused With Love

Rose petals for a broken heart

                                A sense of peace do they impart

                                My sweetheart gave a gift to me

                                    Of lavender, rose petal tea

                                       A bottle of essential oil

                                 Organic rose for hearts turmoil

                                A gift of roses from my daughter

                               Rose petal-infused sparkling water

                              My grateful thanks to heaven above

                                  I sip my tea infused with love
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Nature Haiku



                 the sparkling water
      flows with the light of the stars
                 shining from the top

              
                  the finch at feeder
      It's a house that looks like home
                 they are comfortable


                  there's a tint of green
               emanating from the field
                    empty but peaceful


                    many shades of blue
              layer the mountains around
                       beauty multiplies


                         the sun has risen
                 gratitude has been shining
                        it's a choice to see


Heidi Sands

4/11/26

(C)opyright
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Shimmering Waters

The shimmering water so divine, the Moon has to take a closer look,
Oozes down into the bowels of the atmosphere, it’s not a brook! 
It is a canal of sorts, with a beautifully built gothic surreal bridge.
The sparkling water warms Moon’s heart more than a smidge.

The silence of the night hangs forever in the evening air.
Moon feels a warm, loving spirituality from here to there. 
I feel your presence, she says to angels who are no longer high.
They laugh. Their soft sweet titters warming the heart of this guy.

It is so gorgeous, is it not? One asks the enthralled, raptured Moon.
He has no words. This is the prettiest evening. It makes him swoon.
What makes this night so magical? He asks his spiritual guests.
We are not sure, but it is like this often when the humans rest.

There is a mystical feeling that warms the Moon to his toes.
He cannot describe the ethereal love, but it is something he knows.
While the world is slumbering, and even the dogs and cats sleep.
He enjoys the depths of this feeling, as he peers into the deep.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member GNRT DAY 32 A LITTLE HISTORY

Today as we traveled from Michigan into Canada
across the twin cities of Salt Ste. Marie….
on the 300 miles of this journey…we learned a little more history….

The name Canada most likely came from the Huron-Iroquois word Kanata 
meaning village or settlement…
A frenchmen used it to name the entire country 
before the Hurons could tell him exactly what it meant.

We are currently near Lake Ontario which also got it’s name from the Iroquois.
The legend says from an Iroquois chief’s daughter
who when she saw the lake said kandario…which means sparkling water.

We have been on Lake Superior…named Gitchi-Gami by the Ojibwe
this means Big Sea Water…and she is a beautiful lake
In Longfellow’s poem Hiawatha…he called it Gitchi-Gumi by mistake.

We have felt the waters of Lake Michigan…a little boat trip we did take….
the Anishinabe called it mishigami …which simply means…big lake

We have driven my Lake Huron another beautiful place to be.
The Wyandot called it karegnondi which roughly translated means
freshwater sea
.
And we spend the next 2 days on Nipissing Lake…meaning little water
A name the Ojibwe chose to keep
because the crystal clear waters of this lake are not so very deep

It seems all around us on this trip…we’ve seen and tried to understand
how we travel over the footprints or on the shoulders
of those who first walked this land.

We have gained a new appreciation…of all they saw
the mountains, the rivers, the lakes…the plains and the buffalo too
of how they lived…of their philosophy…and of all they have gone through,

We offer them our thanks 
we only wish we could go back in time…and change our history….
and we wonder if things had played out differently….
what kind of  beauty in our world the would see.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hyacinth

The winged god Zephyrus, handsome and graceful
gently flapped his wings, gliding across the meadows.
His eyes fell on naked youths splashing at play
in the sparkling water of a deep wide pool, sheltered  
by willow trees, where fragrant flowers bloomed.
He slowed his flight and looked with lust and admiration.
On the green grass he espied a tender youth;
athletic and beautiful was this young Spartan prince, 
scantily dressed, playing his flute with nimble touch.
Zephyrus’ heart fluttered and leapt; he could not help
falling deeply in love with beautiful Hyacinth. 
Little did he know that he was already being
courted by Apollo! Out of sight he lay in wait 
then made his move and sought him out at sunset.
He approached him and with golden words he tried 
to tempt his heart, but all in vain. Though impressed,
Hyacinth remained firm and faithful to Apollo.
That night, Zephyrus many restless hours spent
alone, ignoring Chloris’s sexual charms.
Entangled thoughts engulfed his frenzied mind,
jealousy clawed at his heart, tore deep within.
Dawn arrived, and bleary eyed he hastened forth
towards the hills, in search of calm respite.
Alas, it was not meant to be; envy reared its head
with poisoned fangs that sent him reeling mad.
Emotions changed from red to green, and in despair
he flew high up, aimlessly circling in the sky. 
Then all at once, upon a verdant field below,
he caught sight of Hyacinth and Apollo 
playfully engaged in discus throwing. 
The green-eyed monster lunged and with swift intent
Zephyrus blew a gust of wind that swerved the discus
from its route and it hit Hyacinth on the head
resulting in instant death. Jealousy prevailed. 
Furious yet heartbroken, Apollo held Hyacinth
tightly in his arms, blood dripping from his temple; 
and with one last act of love he changed that blood
into a most beautiful flower called Hyacinth.

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Contest: Epic Only
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed 3rd
Form: Epic

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