Long Trips Poems

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Premium Member Castle In the Sky

MOUNTAIN SKIES
 
I want to feel the mountain top. 
Kicking my last shadow to a complete stop. 
Swallowing the clouds in the sky
 
No one to get me down from this mountain high
A shallow grave I dug, when I feel the need to hide
A danger zone, where all UFO's collide 
 
Now, I found a sweet place, when no one is around 
High on this mountain, hidden in this castle, I cannot be found. 
Watching all that slithers from top to ground. 
 
The smile you once put on my face, 
Is now lost somewhere in the mountain trace
Finding myself paranoid without truly amazing grace. 
 
This out of balanced place, is drying up my cries
A boundary, beyond the castles and mountain of lies
One cherished memory of your hazel eyes
 
Somewhere near heaven's broken walls
No one but God, can hear my calls
My pain flows above mountain waterfalls. 
 
After trips,  I have fallen down 
Inside I feel as if only I own this ghost Castle town
No need to save me, from the moat when I drown
 
Just one last AIR BALLOON RIDE
Beyond the castle on every mountainside 
A kiss of death sealed up high
Far away from what I use to call, Cloud Nine
~Finding A New Castle In The Sky~

By;-)


Premium Member Stolen Heart

I stood on the cobbled street
at midnight - gentle wafts of the Cassis vineyards
dancing on air, mixing, not unpleasantly,
with the bite of late December,
(reminding me fondly of my days writing in Paris,
and the trips my love and I made
to the countryside on long weekends,
for picnics and rest).

The sweet lull of a small choir
floated tenderly from the chapel nearby -
'O little town of Bethlehem' ...
coaxing even more poignant thoughts of childhood,
Christmases in the little church by the lake,
when all that mattered was
held inside my family's home at night,
warm and cared for and safe.

I looked up at the sharp glints
of winter suns, thinking how each
was a true-but-intangible thread of light
that tied me inexorably to all I needed and loved -
to all that I cared or worried about in the world now,
no matter where she had been taken away to ...
No matter where I now had to follow
to win her back.
Form: Narrative

Purple Lipstick

your purple lipstick and bright blue eyes 
long blonde hair and magnificent thighs
my heart pounding so fast and my hands are all sweaty
my mouth starts to dry and my mind like spaghetti

I started to daydream about you in my life
and naming our children with you as my wife
a house in the country surrounded by hills
never having to worry about paying our bills

lighting the fire from the logs we collected
putting the guard up so the kids are protected
our youngest would get the playing cards out from the drawer
and make us all sit together crossed legged on the floor

as each child grew wings that saw them all fly our nest
we did travel the world leaving no time to rest
living our life in our Volkswagon van
as the chasers of sun to help you top up your tan

your golden brown skin and your shiny grey hair
the ankle bracelet that’s fraying over the converse you wear
returning home in our van you start the walk to the door
giving a wave to the neighbour stood outside number four

a life we did lead and there’s more left for us
our kids have had kids with our job just to fuss
as my memory fades about our travels and trips
I hope ill never forget my girl with purple lips
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Destiny and Soul

Destiny and Soul

" Come all you awaiting for incarnation souls, this is
your destiny, speaking.

Come and pick a vessel of your choice to embark on
for 
the unique experience on the challenging ocean of life.

Come, we have vessels of all sizes:
Those built for exciting adventures
and 
those built just for pleasure.

Vessels for long trips are available, and the same 
for short crossings.

One thing, though, I would like to make clear to you from
the beginning 
so as
no confusion to be created in the core of your very soul:
Once you have chosen, among all these vessels that exist
and you get aboard, and are to sail,
your freedom is limited immediately and, at times, is non-existent 
for the rudder of your vessel, automatically, would pass into 
the hands of your creator and God, who towards your final 
destination will guide. 

A destination that would be revealed to you before the moment you
take your final decision,
but 
from the moment you choose, and you embark,
no more choices are allowed.

Now that all things are made clear to you, let each soul embark on
her own chosen vessel. 

Remember, though, that if something goes wrong, you cannot put
on God the blame, 
for the choice has been given to you to pick the
life you desired to live."

That was the way destiny spoke to the anxiously awaiting
For incarnation souls, 
And 
They all rushed forward, immediately, and made their choices.







© Demetrios Trifiatis
     30 January 2019
© Demetrios Trifiatis
     30 January 2019

Saeyeong Jima Plays Out In Life

writers digest prompt write a lucky/unlucky poem


The Korean Proverb 
 saeyeong jima 
recently came to life in my life

The meaning of the proverb
Is that you can never know whether something 
will be good or bad 

and that unexpectedly 
what appears to be bad fortune
turns out to be a good fortune

The proverb played 
out recently in my life
about lunar  New Year's Day 

we were preparing to go to Thailand 
from two weeks from our home 
in South Korea 

and then at the end of February 
we would do to go to DC

My wife blew out her lumber desk 
and we were forced to cancel our trips
This occurred 
just as the coronavirus 
was taking out around the world 

and if we had gone 
we may have been stuck either in Thailand 
or we may have been stuck in the United States 

and traveling in the mist of a corona outbreak
would probably mean 
that we would have been exposed
to the virus 


instead we were forced to stay home 
and self quarantine ourselves 

and therefore 
we escaped being exposed to the coronavirus 
and we feel much safer 
here in Korea  where the outbreak is contained
rather than in DC
where it is still spreading everywhere

so in a sense her misfortune
throwing out her disk 
which resulted in us staying at home 
and avoiding the coronavirus

is the true meaning 
of the Korean Chinese expression
 saeyeong jima
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Just Short of Glory

sapphire view port ...
the ocean of stars glistened
like a million sun sprites on the sea
yet the sea was not near as cold ... or deep
and despite it's bounty
its mysteries were not remotely as compelling
the Universe had tugged at his heart
since his earliest memories
and now far-space exploration was a reality
his wildest dreams come to fruition
and HE was at the helm ...
all it required was a push of the 'ignition' button
and yet he couldn't find the will ...
for everything he loved - everyONE -
was here, on Earth ...
and due to the sacrifices of inter-stellar travel
(and the bending of the continuum)
they would be long-dead when he returned
there was no turning back
many others depended on him
and the success of this mission and its goals
too much money had been spent
far too much sacrificed to change it all now
and still ... he could not press the button
little eyes shined in his mind
little eyes that wept as little hearts broke
when they said goodbye to him ...
and how his heart ached for their mother
all they'd been through together
the moonlit nights and daylight laughs and crazy trips
but this was his dream
the dream of all humanity, really
and all that he had worked for, for so very long
he could NOT back down, not now
that's why he'd been chosen - his character ... his resolve
his dedication to the project
and yet ... the button sat untouched
the pad remained uncharred
no rumble of the engines
no roar of the fuel ignited
his finger trembling over the red switch ...
as the world ...
held its collective breath.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Completely Your Choice 12, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

Stalker

You live your life unaware that you're mine
and gaze through me like I do not exist
you may ignore me now, with that I'm fine
since I know all the signs that you have missed.
The daily trips to see you at the store
but buying nothing, see you then I leave
you act like you have not seen me before
a fact that I find so hard to believe.
Maybe you're so wrapped up within yourself
those flowing locks, blue eyes and perfect skin
you know you'll never be left on the shelf
for soon it will be time to take you in.
Not long now, darling for that moment when
Barbie, you join with me, your lover, Ken.

For contest 'Stalker', sponsored by Silent One
November 14th 2017
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Love of Nature

Love of Nature
Jatin Gauttam
28 July, 2015

Those times we sat facing the west, 
A sight fascinates me at its best, 
Wise Sun lowering down the glances, 
it became a souvenier, that Red Sunset..
Sunset brought all end to hard work, 
where the life of dark gestures, unrest..

That smell in the air, flowing through out the town, 
In rainy days, I must not be the only one to feel..
The shiny drazzles always seemed so keen to bound..
But felt like we're actually free, naked and no peel...
Howlin' winds or breezes, which made it perfect to be..
that its the love of nature, one love nobody can oversee..

We had trips that were meant to terminate all pains, all sorrows..
Oak, oh those majestic oaks became good ears to share...
To share all our secrets and painful memories, we'd brought.. 
They never complained, welcomed us like they do care...
Only then I could become the person, I always wanted to be.. 
And Majestic Oak would always be there, welcoming me...
Shaking its leaves... 

Along with all those heartful moments, 
everyone has their own share to breathe..
But they have always had someone to share their memories with.. 
The quietness of night, The blue sky sight...
The howling wind, or the sights that bind...
The crops in the farms, the sunflowers that glee...
The smell of the wet soil, and that drazzling breeze..
I've had my time with those, but always remember how'd it be..
That its the love of nature, One Love nobody can oversee..

Old Newspapers

When I’m away The New York Times
Gets piled beside my door. 
(For longer trips, I hang a bag
To keep them off the floor.)

I read them all when I get back,
In order that they came,
Enjoying news that’s “old;” at least,
That’s what some people claim.

I likely know the bare bones
Of most stories and their stars
From radio and news shows.
(I’ve been gone, but not to Mars!)

Still, there’s so much in the details
A reporter gets to break
That it’s worth a read days later
(And to me, it’s never “fake!”).

So I’m catching up on articles
And crosswords and obits
And until I’m where I should be,
I will never call it quits!
Form: Rhyme

Beauty on Earth

Beauty is everywhere you look. Your children, your job, the landscaping around a house, and birds chirping happily every sunny day. Beauty is found in wisdom, books you read, poems you write or read, and in quotes. Animals are gorgeous when you're looking at or watching them.  A rainstorm is full of amazement and a rainbow at the end is full of different colors. Rainbows are magical, lovable, and beautiful to see. Exploring new plants and animals you see is a curious beauty and a special beauty. Being in love for the first time is a wonder and is very beautiful to experience. Campfire flames are beautiful when flickering but dangerous. Having road trips is a wonder and amazing adventure, full of beauty in laughing family photos or memories. Beauty is inside of everyone. We hear beauty in musical instruments playing, when we enjoy sports, and when having a relaxing day at home or with friends. Beauty in giving to others instead of yourself, sharing and cherishing beloved moments or photos in a scrapbook. Beauty is the love you give to others that you get back in return.Everyone needs to feel, see, and experience beauty at some point in their lives!!

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