Long Voyaging Poems
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What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
All spices high and mild; nostrils filled with its aroma
Whether flow with the Ganga colliding the bourn,
Or sang with the chirping of the Sparrow sitting on the roofline,
The hot spicy heat prickle of the Ghost Pepper Chilli cuddling the tongue
The wild breeze nudges the chest while walking on the land of Sohra,
What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
All spices add a pinch; just like sugar and salt an Indian lore
Add spices to the game and flaws
Add spices to the love and lust
Add spices to death and conquer
Add spices to lives and victories
What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
Critters born and die; but good and bad is inscribed in their graves
Spice are harvest and contained; but the tale of aroma
Begins from my kitchenette and voyaging across the overseas
It was a younger time,
a clunky age
a dial-up decade.
Not knowing why
or why he should not,
he sent out needy signals
into the vast unseen
seeking worlds
populated with only females.
Many were drawn into his orbit
many failed to respond.
Eventually a divorced lady from
the fabled city of Doncaster
seemed willing
to be drawn into his net.
Sensual seeds were planted
in a garden they both watered.
It was love; it was true.
By an enveloped voyaging
they exchanged
photographs taken years earlier.
For hours, a muted
disappointment fizzed and spun
around a digital cosmos;
both grew distant,
together they dialed-out,
sending new rockets of desire
unto more invisible
yet detectable applicants.
Beyond the atmospheric dome blue sky
A red sun punctuates every moment gone
Past cosmic black in dark suspense
Hovers above the marbled cloud of Earth below
When stepping outside for the very first time
Looking up, the sky seems bigger than yesterday
As if it grew up over night by lightning strikes
Morning gathers clarity being viewed in colors
Five thousand balloons drift by in mellow style
Smaller than they were before their flight
To follow outlines of flying objects high
Of yellow helicopters holding patterns fast
Hung like Christmas ornaments
Seen from below they look toy-ish
Against the back drop of gigantic blue
Curvatures of a planet taken by its roundness
Dome rises solid from within the mission path
Inside the limits of imagination voyaging
Vivid to the naked eye surprised at being seen
Palm trees dangling in their greenery
Floating roots in grave danger of being cut
Helicopters know the distance to the nearest star
When close at hand to plants, rotating blades above
Almost afraid to touch
They understand
Long fronds on top, dress in brightness, stand on air
Follow their own gravity, merge with the open sky
Green palms, yellow helicopters, suspend activity
Sway in silence above the fragile calm
Awakening from dreamy fantasies,
Equal to departing birds from their nest
When prime rays of sun wake up Earth.
Towards exploration of world,
Voyaging out of customary dwelling,
For explicit proficient life.
Forging purpose of composure,
Innumerable entities subsisted
Just exceptional brought in unique.
Pitching a plausible promising goal,
Actions parallel to specific endeavour,
A journey worth traversing through.
Determination of particular direction,
Advancing tenacious spirit,
An arrow shot halts only at aim.
What else signifies living,
When scant nature nurtures all,
One has to opt from diverging routes.
I'll write of things lamentable like poor shipwrecked loves,
Tempest-tossed by bestial winds behind unfeeling storms;
Ripped apart by the furious middles of swift-gusting winds,
Voyaging to dream-born shores away from boring homes.
I'll tell of the Fate-shattered dreams of earth's surest bet.
Painting how those naive shoots untimely waterloos met,
Leaving tender footprints new on antiquity's fierce sands;
Blossoming stars offed by hard luck's experienced hands.
My verse will endeavor to weave history's accurate tales.
Parodying villainy within quiet complacency's stronghold,
Shaming eccentricities in black nooks by raw truth untold;
Inking sagest anecdotes that any finessed raconteur hails.
Of first-hand swills or soured affectations I will not write.
For the self-loving bard’s quill falters from black to white,
As he relives a narcissist's replica of alleged first-felt lots,
And his best tropes mimic mere ego-embellished reports.
I leave it to unaffected pens immune to self-patting twists,
To write of this modest scribe's little turns and weird gists.
After the floods of turmoil and despair
my heart worships God for His loving care
expressing joyous appreciation zest
since He has rescued me; now, I'm so blest.
I'll keep on, midst life's ocean --- voyaging
The Lord is Captain by faith, engaging
with fellowship along His leadership
enjoying partnership in stewardship.
After the floods, I'll pursue reaching-out
as fisher of men midst soulwinning bout
I’m safe in Christ's presence of grace-bounty
while sharing the Gospel of certainty.
Radiant in surmounting problems' woe
I'll continue with vibrant hopeful glow
knowing that the grace of Almighty reigns
as He pours rain bringing heavenly gains.
After the floods, I'll persevere to do right
in my journey* toward triumphant flight
while offering kindness with peaceful bliss
exuding gratitude I should not miss.
*Genesis 24:21 …The LORD had made his journey prosperous…
July 28, 2022
edited on April 12, 2024
1st place, "After the floods" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 5/19/2024
In my plan to traverse among wondrous astral vistas
there is only one blemish that could create a calamity
to endanger my exploration; my voyaging enterprise.
My fate awaits, for the celestial stars have a protector...
A sentry, luminescent at night, veiled by light of day.
A lovely lady whose glowing face is a visage to behold.
To you, supernal ruler of heavenly skies and sea tides,
I offer this plea. Do not banish me from your domain,
but if you offer this gift, I will be humbled and grateful,
remembering that I once flew across the galaxy with you.
Please be kind, haloed moon, do not dampen my hopes
with pernicious thoughts that I would ever harm the stars.
You guard the stellar bodies, and I mean them no harm
for they supply the stardust that nurtures my dreams.
Shine your silver glimmers along the path I should take.
I will gather their falling glitter and then be on my way.
10/23/20 ~ Eight Word Challenge 11 Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Words appearing in order: traverse, astral, blemish,
enterprise, sentry, visage, dampen, and pernicious
V I C T O R
Victor, a visionary, who won't vanquish,
Voyaging through virtual veils of a wish,
Very valiant in his virtual venture or quest,
Venerable in his reality & veritable deals.4
His virtual vesture, a verdant shroud,
Vouch safes the virtues of his vestal proud,6
Victorious, he voyages through the void,
Veiling his virtual & very presence, unemployed.
His vivacious voice, a symphony of sense,
Vibrates with visionary intelligence,¹°
Victor's virtual vocabulary, a treasure trove,
Vast & varied, a venting virtues to prove.¹²
In victors realm, despite vices, he reigns supreme,
Vivacious, vibrant, a validated visible gem,
Though Victor's virtuality, a verdant dream,
But in actuality, a veritable victorious realism.¹6
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?6th January, 2024.
We were at the garden ---
the garden of life,
lonely and longing for
a blossom to bloom for us.
We watered the garden with our tears.
The soil turned fertile;
but not a trace of seed found.
Supplications were made unto HIM.
Silence from HIM prevailed
betwixt HIM and us.
Days rolled on and our hairs grey;
yet our faith on HIM stood steadfast.
We were almost in a fruitless stay,
drenched in our tears shed,
drowning in the pond of tears.
A Clarion Call unto us!
Songsters broke the silence of the dawn,
Butterflies opened their wings across us.
The garden of life in us quickened
by a mysterious breeze.
We were made awake.
What a wonder!
A seed sprouted to a blossom and bloomed.
Fragrance of mystery embraced us
and our tears of sorrow turned tears of joy.
It was the day of wonder,
the day of HIS Gift offered unto us.
We named the blossom God's Gift,
and offered THANKS unto HIM.
Across five years of voyaging
we look back.
Still the moments are fresh and sweet,
She hath been in the Lord's fold,
And it's our prayer we with her dwell in the Lord.
We've our faith and hope on HIM.
?*** Given Eyes to See and Truth to Feel ***
“Yes. Yes, sweet, dear soul,”
my promise speaks
Once again
Of agreements created, sent
Into the rippling, “Amen,” resonating
Prayer’s progression
After a mid-night’s congress:
the self poised ~ bowing down —
the stillness
in heartfelt
Journeying
Mirrors
revealing the left-to-learn ~
Visions
Needing capture.
My definitely determined resolutions
To think, to focus on motions
leading, braiding compassion
end to end;
Alongside each and every one living other;
instants to moments
Seeing the felt…
Aligned
Voyaging Truth beyond the mists
shrouding our lives. all
— side by side.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/3/2023
Thanks be to God…