On Land Poems - Poems about On Land

a Promised land

How can a place be no fairy
And no person either
The birds are gone for food
There are no seeds, no fruits 
And no flowers blooming for hopes 

I don't mind and need not a pity 
In fact, I am indeed rattling happy
If this is a discarded land
It must be mine

Take my hand

Yesterday you lied
Yesterday you cried
Yesterday you wish you died

Today you sit
Today you quit
Today you have no wit

Tomorrow you keep
Tomorrow you weep
Tomorrow you may even leap

Take my hand

I insist
Don’t resist
Let’s persist

Together we’ll band
Together we’ll stand
Together we’ll never land

Go Fish The Big One

Remember as a child playing cards,
Go Fish?
A child's life and fishing go together,
dreaming about catching the big one.
How big is the big one?
At what age will they catch it?
Will it be from land or from a boat?
Yes a child will dream about the big one,
the big one being on the end of their fishing line.
One

Idyllic

Appears a mysterious land from far, 
Dream of vermilion sky at mystic dawn
Prayers heard from boats on holy river,
Mythical chants floating in consciousness. 
My birthplace - ancient city reminding
Of vedas and epics, saints and hermits,
A land of literature, poetry, 
Music, art, picturesque architecture... 
For thousands of years verses flow in air
land of Kalidasa and Valmiki.

A Land Of Dreams

Do we enter another land?
A land that we can't understand.
When we dream

People and places,
Different faces
Situations, ramifications
Strange, unknown.

Laughter, tears
Bravery and fear
When we dream,
Are shown

Dear ones, come to life again,
Sometimes in a dream
Clocks lose all sense of time,
In this surreal scene.

We become unconscious
For a little while
Entering a different land
That can be exciting or banal.

We do not choose

Green And Pleasant Land

If the UK is as PC
as some would have us perceive
(tho' Britons never never never shall be slaves
Boadicea's turning in her grave)
it's incorrect on two counts
would you believe
and the US we should see
as between '52 and '22
it was a Queendom
not a Kingdom
and either way
that's sexist so
to speak more accurately
accordingly it should be
the United Sovereignty

IN THE LAND OF PEACE

Once upon a time
in a faraway land
There was an old man, who had forgotten how to speak
His eyes would stare into the sky, void of any emotion,
His scars turned wrinkles narrated an untold story
His hands, never steady, always counting 
Sometimes in the middle of the day, he would scream
But no sound would escape his mouth,

Red, White And Black Blues

The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the

Your Own Promised Land

Burning all bridges behind you, standing on the edge of a plateau
If ever there was a time to see if you can fly, it is now, let's go

There is no looking back, time to spread those wings and fly
This is it; this is now your moment of do, or die

These emotions you are about to

a land of dying sonnet

    in snail-pace schizoid Land of the Dying
they sometimes bake schnapps biscuits 
then throw them to black cat eyeing 
angels appear asking “what about fiscus ?”

they reply “we care not, passings near
roof leaks, grass not so glitter green
new shoots will bloom, Shangri-La we hear!”
“all acts account to day of goodbyes, clean

fix broken

The Holy Land

The land is soaked in blood and tears
the hate is very old 
Like all the ancient stories
in the Holy Bible told

Each vows to kill the other
asks their God to make it so
Their vengeance masked as prayers
consume the Holy Land of woe

No leaders can convince them
their hate like a disease
There is no cure for this old

Is Fantasy Land Real?

Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it.   Lloyd Alexander
    
Starlight shown on the WHIMSY Island.  
So the well-equipped yacht berthed quietly
Into the small harbour. Afar, Greg saw a small inn.
It was in total darkness.  Probably a total outage.

He decided to go to

Alice in Fantasy Land

I drifted into a reverie, 
where space time unraveled
into a vivid dream.
I was a child again, a butterfly. 
Reveling in the hallucination
and visualization 
only a child's imagination,
can twist, into a whimsy fantasy.

In a daydream, on a hot lazy afternoon,
there I was, holding hands with Alice, 
of Wonderland fame.
She was sipping 'drink me' slurps to re-size

An Elegy for the Dawn's Betrayal

## 1.
A morning cloaked in guile arrives,
It breathes upon my land, no light,
This realm now bound in frost's cold curse,
Where hearts are held in icy night.

## 2.
The spirits of the blameless weep,
Their muted cries pierce through the air,
For sins they never chose to bear—
Their names erased beyond repair.

## 3.
With honeyed kiss and lullaby,
The traitor dawn

From the Inside Out

Land
Phosphorus packed
Cascade slithers down
Myriad of green 
Space 
Lunar Light
Luminous Nebula
Serpentine Discover

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