Long Uplands Poems

Crown of Sonnets in Iambic Pentameter: The Tale of Prince Zag


Note: The tale is six (6) sonnets long, each sonnet has 14 lines, each line contains variable words bearing 10 syllables, nevertheless, this tale bears...

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CAST:

Prince Zag The Freid: Son of King Othor The Freid, younger brother of Prince Zig The Freid

Duke Mor: Close friend of King Othor and an arbiter between father the king and of his son the...

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In the shadow of time, my descendants,
Both the known and those hidden in the corridors of ages,
From the first generation to those yet to come,
Please listen to this epic,
From one who was and wished to...

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Faulkner's comment, I imagine him
tossing it off like Yogi Berra between games
of a doubleheader. The hero, the expert, the virtuoso
has no real control, is going to feel
unmitigated, unsparing forces, a mighty sun
swallowed by a black...

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kaisers, kings, emperors fight for territory
  dispensable bodies left in the ground on foreign soil, unreturned
  militarisation of memory and folly
  an Irish nation half-wrenched from a bloodied and wearied empire
 ...

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Chapter 14d (King Ptolemy the second, cont.)

https://www.amazon.com/Odyssey-Africa-adventures-Phil-Salmon/dp/197392479X


“And upon the open ocean
Far from land in roving sail-ships
How to find the congregations 
Of the sharks and rays and tuna

“Where the seabirds thresh the water
Diving after shoals of...

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I.
The letter had come in Nevada’s north,
when Sol had been enjoying a blonde whore,
only to see it slip under the door,
he finished with her, but enjoyed it no more.

After she had gone, he read while...

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the uplands of the Scottish countryside
          have held a riddle, many hundred years

a meager man-type creature called a HOB
     creating rumors of...

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Although I hardly gave it a thought
I didn't really doubt
our miniature juniper, a bonsai,
would survive our desert vacation.
                 ...

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WEIRD PATH -KIFUMBAMACHO

Living at the coast i never gave any credence
to stories of the supernatural attributing them
to ignorant locals who are into mysticism an spirit-ism

being a believer in the Supreme i never gave them
stories much...

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...is what we see
Emotions are the weather of the mind
We live between peaks and troughs
The former breeds hubris with downfall built in
The latter deals with death,darkness and despair
Our mood colours our world,clouding our judgment
Darkening our...

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She would undream her burdens, her life's 
Map of drudgery; all those years
She is hardened enough to hold tears;

Her hand never slackened by the
Fusty, hard stone of labour and love-hunger;
From the shelter of her face...

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We can’t make this up.
We can’t justify the tears.
We’ll struggle to ask for their forgiveness in our prayers.
We can’t hide away the doubt and the fears.

We’ve lost so many now. 
They do not seem to...

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Buried in an atmosphere of extraordinary languor,
I think of you spending an eternity in my arms,
And how horrible it would be like to live without you.

Browsing through the uplands of imaginations,
I think of having you...

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Well lammy he got slammy..' while karma hopes to be
Jammy.? cause in the past there were caustic blasts.'
I don't think Mr Trump really thinks thats funny? Yet
The man  has never returned that trick, maybe...

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You small community of men
devoted to the gentle arts
why would you cross those foreign seas
where war awaits to break all hearts.

Stay in those  gardens you make green,
sustain your rank amongst the trees
and don’t donate...

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The Way Of Victory

 
I longed for wandering by those islands

  Where ever blue rapturous sunlight beams ;

Sought a mountain home, for sleep and silence

And gold-crested star-winds throughout my dreams ;

In deep tumult, thunder...

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Too old for cold,I stand, now ,against the hedge,
Watching the snowflakes in the glare of neon street lights.
Darkness has come early,and I think of country uplands and huddled sheep.
On Salisbury Plain,shepherds watched their flocks
Just as...

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Oh! Rain ….
Without discipline like the Vain 
To the uplands, not to the low
To the rocks over there -Go !
They interminably hiss,
When you strike them and don’t miss.

Now you ‘re pillaging my heritage
By our forefathers...

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