Magellan Poems | Examples

My Watermelon Song

Watermelon is a hard word 
to try and find a rhyme
And I thought that I could
If I would take the time

So, I've travel far and wide
From Mount Dora to Saint Helens
But couldn't find a word
That rhymed with

 watermelon

I have asked Honest Men
all the way , Down to a Felon 
I've whispered pretty please
Other times simply yellin'
Searching every corner of the earth just like Magellan
And I still can't find a rhyming word for

 watermelon

I've pondered over books
From real trash to Best Sellin'
Worked out every rhyme scheme
Till my brain started swellin'
If Mister Webster knows,   he for sure ain't tellin'
About a word that just might rhyme with


watermelon

Gold, Guns And Glory

Magellan proves right
The world can be conquered through
Gold, guns and glory.

An Existential Curiosity

Rocking back and forth with a Magellan hat, Lennie prepares for sailing.
Incoherent babbling is heard from the explorer on all fours. 
Items of existential curiosity, once seen from afar and distant, are now within reach.
Unbeknownst of this capable ability are those that keep watch, giggles to self.
Driven by wonder, soft thudding perks the ears of the canine companion.
The pain of fence posts cutting through tissue leaves a snail trail on the floor.

Finally making landfall, the little giant scales rectangular glass framed in wood.
Pauses, send deafening echoes to the villagers safe inside, stunned in silence.
Bored of this impenetrable defense, climb further to the cliff edge to peer over the brim.
A village made of logs, glittered snow that sparkles on hand, little people frozen in time.
With a reverse Midas touch, ends the curse of the village with the gift of flight.
Awoken, the God and keeper of the village imprison your curiosity in a netted cage.

12-28-22
An Existential Curiosity
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Watermelon Jam

I’m riding on Victoria
like Ferdinand Magellan;
I’ve got this strange conception
that Carnegie’s my melon.
I’m tickling the ivory;
I’m keying like a felon.
Sure, I’m a tad inflated,
but I ain’t no Janet Yellen.
I wasn’t trained classically;
not buying what they’re selling.
But I can blow the doors right off,
get lit like Mount St. Helen.
And if the crowd won’t get real loud,
no worries; I’ll be gelling.
I’ll spit some seed to pick up speed
and crank and grind and peel some rind
on my trusty watermelon.

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for the A Watermelon Fantasy Ride Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 06/28/2022

I'Ll Be Waiting For You In Sweden

i will not blind you,
and I will not strike you with my brightness,
if you want to find me
you will always find me in the same place, on its axis
motionless,
endearing statue admiring the cute pigeons kissing,
i will not run after the sun,
i will not run after other stars, or
after the moon
for
i'm not made to walk from place to place,
not when the sun ribut not even at sunset,
if you want, in a day
or a century
you'll find me still,
for
the sky is moving for me,
you will always find me in the same place,
saguaro flower surrounded by stars,
and
if you want to see me
without the horizon or the height of the celestial heaven staying our way
you could move to sweden,
i will not blind you,
and i won't hit you like thunder,
and, if you want, even it might take  several years
i could clone myself as the southern cross,
or
in the little cloud of magellan,
and if you want to be the big cloud, there are proven advantages that in their strangeness they are poorer in metals than the milky way,
but,
better, though, i'd say, it is more practical to wait for you in sweden


#polaris

Eureka

Eureka - a love song Tanka series
~ art by Edward Burne-Jones ~

It's a fair question:
as you smile that smile, you ask
how much I love you…
"You are constant as the sun
   ...and I am Copernicus"

As you close your eyes,
you ask how far I'd travel
to show I love you:
"Love, you are the seven seas
   ...I'm Ferdinand Magellan"

"Why do you tell me
I'm the apple of your eye?"
you wonder out loud.
I say, "You are gravity
   …and I am Isaac Newton"

You furrow your brow
asking why I pursue you.
"It's simple", I say,
"you're 24 karat gold
   …and I am Howard Carter"

You crinkle your nose,
"Why do you never give up?"
you ask me coyly.
I say, "You are a light bulb
   … and I'm Thomas Edison"

You get somber and
ask if loving you is such 
a good idea
to which I say "Eureka!"
   … for I am Archimedes


written 29 Jan 2022

My Magellan

i am the man who weeps for the world
i am the man who weeps

i do not, I will not
bleed for the world
i’m not the one who bleeds

little sister, my love
do not dry your eyes on my account

i am a fleeting consolation

i have been
to the ends
of the world
i have seen
the great emptiness (it lies) 
on the other side of that horizon

Traveler

On such lovely mornings
I dive into you

Fingers probing
your ebony hair

Pausing along the sexy winding
curves of your ear

Winding the sacred trail
down along your shoulder

As you lie sleeping
I am Magellan

And
You are new country...

Capn Crunch

Horatio Magellan Crunch,  sails the seas
Captains a ship called the Guppy
Was born "on Crunch Island in the Sea of of Milk
He's also know as...
Cap'N Crunch


3/24/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©

Magellan Winds

Inhaling bold
magenta skies,
Magellan tangerine winds,
lucid sunlight,
sumptuous wheat.

Divergent arms,
like a wheel,
spinning adventurous 
cords of gold.

Precarious needle
might pierce my finger,
causing me to bleed,
to curl up in a ball
and fall asleep.

I’m not afraid!
I trust Him who
~ spun each star ~
covered in
~ scarlet yarn ~

Kim Rodrigues © 2017

Terra Del Fuego

Terra Dal Fuego
Ushuaia the southernmost town in Argentine when I dreamt 
of going there, we got around about on sturdy horses
herding sheep with Portuguese immigrants, islands protect 
Terra Del Fuego from worst of the oceans meet, and it is
called the roaring forties. Now it is a modern town no horse 
manure in the road the smell of wet wool has gone too
yachts moored in the harbour they sail the Magellan Strait 
thus avoiding the duel where two giant oceans meet
 
Ushuaia was the end of the world no one came here except
weird people and no temperature difference between
the seasons, yet no it is bustling with would be sailors with 
rolling gait suited for a heaving deck, but they can wait for 
calmer weather; the amateur sailors wore a captain’s cap  
and blue blazers with shiny buttons on

almost a sonnet

Dana Sees the Southern Cross

Off Terra Firma sixteen weeks now.
My legs take roots; my eyes become infinite.
Past the Tropic of Cancer, the Lesser Antilles. 
Talk of brown skinned girls, Purple Clouds of Magellan. 
The Southern Cross peeking above the horizon at 18N°.

Those first few nights I stared at the wrong stars in my
confident knowing. A seabird landed 
on the gunwale and mocked me, “Sunk now are your
North Star and Great Bear.” 
“Sunk now are your North Star and Great Bear.”
I unlock an ancient mystery.
You take shape like a paragon in the sky. 
Four beaming stars agleam forming the points of a cross.
Climbing higher and brighter. To be steered upon due south.

By Terra Del Fuego, you are directly above. Your language is universal.
Taking up our stern till we sink into the El Salvadorian night.

Hey Magellan

Written July 22, 2015


Hey Magellan
Land your ships on the shore
See what the natives have in store
Too bad
Nothing left to explore
The world's been found
Over and over
Before

Here the natives don't wield knives and swords
They're armed with computers
You're in their data store
See, they saw you coming
Before you left your shore
Just like I said, Magellan
Nothing left to explore

Spaced Dutchman

Vacuum of space surrounds his hold
as he leaves the fair Cappellan
Darkness without and bitter cold
he seeks the far Magellan
How far he travels in search of gold
wrinkles line his star tanned face
Shouting I AM the adventurer bold
no echos resound in space
Silence answers he is  alone
darkness whispers its tragedy
the tanned faced turns to bone
an endless voyage on an endless sea.

The Milky Way Galaxy

Mysterious, vast collection of stars
Intriguing your curiosity, no more than a marvelous band of light
Lighting up the inky sky of the night
Killing smaller galaxies, colliding into them and tearing them apart
Years grouped in billions go by as stars die and new ones are born

Whizzing around it are the Large and Small Clouds of Magellan
And it is huge, like a giant white whirlpool of light in the ocean of darkness
Years, 3 billion before its dramatic end, colliding with the Andromeda galaxy

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