Outpost Poems - Poems about Outpost

...We disagree I want to breathe people Feel a timeless, immortal pulse My solitude is anonymous observation Strolling in unnoticed contemplation through worlds stacked upon worlds The Flâneuse My......Read the rest...

...mind investigates singularity employing thoughts dualistic thinking is an addiction an impatient soliloquy in which we indulge then there is silence wherein ego disappears making room ......Read the rest...

...Written: June 25, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ We evolved toward the Zenith Ringers. While no daylight is expected, I am thrilled. With Bana......Read the rest...

...“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa” Spurred by mother dearest as well as other politesse drummed into her second born fobbing blandishments as incentive tumbled off fingers of prodigal son tr......Read the rest...

...PROFESSOR POETS These are poems about professor poets and other “intellectuals” who miss the main point of poetry, which is to connect with readers via pleasing sounds and the communication of emo......Read the rest...

...Out here in the outpost I guard the borderland “Over and out” – I lose the call And you are out again This is my shout out From the hinterland “Roger, Roger” at my post But you are – out – a......Read the rest...

...Hunted for their scalps they had to run long distances forever retreating into to the heated lung of copper canyon (the last outpost of heaven). Today they mind their own sowing charred fiel......Read the rest...

...The Limerick, Pennsylvania Nuclear power plant siren wailed yesterday at 1400 hours December the fourth and probably broadcast further east, west, south and north. That shrill ear-piercing e......Read the rest...

...A rat-a-tat-tat is the woodpecker’s boast. The walls of man’s home - where the bird has outpost. The barrel of eye does aim at the sky. A rat-a-tat-tat and the woodpecker’s toast. 10/30/2022......Read the rest...

...Then the guns roared!! and it was hard to distinguish the Hush from the roaring; the two seemed almost Indistinguishable. Was it the roaring, I wondered, or was it the hush that was The more ......Read the rest...

...A gray haze above the mountain that blackened Trembling birch in front of the cliff The goose flies with haste to the south ......Read the rest...

...BASTION of TRADITION   the erstwhile  contemporary surreally clustered  together mellowed  to  an extent that  immortality still  appeals  driven by an  impulse of  isolation against st......Read the rest...

...To an End David J Walker Carried in the wind This lonely place Carried to another land Carried in the mendicants dreams of The sojourn of sovereignty Nothing as it seems A lonely out......Read the rest...

...Young Ned was only sixteen years old when they called for the militia to come again, having warred with the French for three years now, and raids had terrified the frontier towns. But Britain n......Read the rest...

...Hinterland It is not a romantic outpost but a place of survival The landscape, mountains and forests are war zones where battles are ongoing. There are no rulebooks here, it is raw capitalism......Read the rest...