Plains Poems

Plains of Nod

Amidst thy grassy sea,
Stands a lone cottonwood tree.

A man of red–
His many feathers
Scatter like dust–
Away in the wind.

Amidst thy cottonwood tree,
Lies a man who once was free.

A man of blue–
My musket, aflush
A sacred scarlet–
Stricken with iron.

‘Thy brother’s blood crieth unto me.’

My blank canvas,
Suspends in time–
For I – I
Hath begotten flames–
Unto this rich plain 
Of gold.



My

Je plains le fou Intro and Melody

It aint so ridiculous
I mean someone so
meticulous
would like to
have an evening
with you

You makeit sound strange
things rearanged
it's a spendid kinda
thing you do

I wouldn't have it
 any other way
and I aint to ashamed 
to say
I really like
the things you do
Say it aint so
but I'll have you 
to know
aint nothing like
a night with you
Best of the best
heads above

In the vast plains of the mind, where thoughts intertwine like threads of gold

In the vast plains of the mind, where thoughts intertwine like threads of gold,
The herd gathers, a sea of souls moving in unison under the gray sky,
Looking with fear and misunderstanding at the one who dares to be a solitary star,
That soul that carves its own path through the labyrinth of silent shadows.
It is not

THE PLAINS OF CAMEROON

If I ever visited Cameroon 
I'll aimlessly wander in its vast lands
Savouring every moment of its beauty
And marvel at the mysterious work of God's hand

If I ever visited Cameroon 
I'll make friends with the grassfields of Bamenda
So I'll let to wander around its vast vegetations
Savour the green wonders of nature

I'll draw the last stroke on

Vanishing Buffalo

  They thundered across the fertile plains,
  Those hardened hooves, those tangled manes,
   But now the Buffalo can't be found.
   They thundered across the fertile plains.
   The long grass has vanished from the ground
   Where cities and highways now abound.
   They thundered across

Cowpoke

Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You cannot know
just how the Change
will rape the windswept plains
that you so loved...
and so sleep now,
O yes, sleep now...
before you see just how
the Change will come.

Sleep, old man...
your dreams are not

DESERT PLAINS RIVER FLOOD FLOWS-NOT--

Desert crevices
 Hills and Mountain plain
 Desert Winds wins the brisk water
 so drains flash flood doesn't measure up
 to the dirt and heated sands
 yet Rises up the waters flood
Come around of winding River Lakes streams
So screams the drought of the grounds 
hillside and mountain plains

3/16/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024

The Roam of Plains Thought

I wonder how do ship float upon the sea

Is it the friction with the salty water? 
Or its the way the nature flows? 

Can I lay without sinking? 
Could you held me without thinking? 

Are the friction work with my soul? 
Or its the way his creation written? 

May I feel the crossing line
Even if

Forged Upon the Plains

Perhaps you hail from verdant coastlands,
or from rolling hills blanketed by trees,
or from the lofty perches of the mountains,
or from the banks of some strong river.

And though I was born in marshy coastland,
and have known the comfort of swaddling trees,
and felt my heart surge at the glories of the mountains,
and been hypnotized by the hidden

High Plains Spliffter

A cowboy rode high on his steed;
a bad case of munchies, indeed.
Those chips on the flame
just might be to blame;
the cows have been hitting the weed.

Trains

I stand on a railway platform,
As two black trains come rolling in,
Roaring rapidly o’er the plains.
Braking in clouds of steam and smoke
They stop as if for me to choose.

One has come from out of the East.                   

The Plains of Megiddo

As the sun turns blood Red in a dark empty sky, on the plains of Megiddo 4 horsemen ride by,
Of biblical proportions much blood to be spilled, revelations played out and prophecies fulfilled,
Then along the horizon God's angels I seen, as mankind wished that somehow the slate they could clean,
But the Earth's being flooded by

Natures Artwork

Painted ponies
across the plains;
splashes of color
against an azure sky;
an equine convention
in the clouds.

Stratospheric
abstracts meet
with colors to produce
ecstatic paintings.

Nature’s canvas
is everywhere and
She paints life
with vigorous
enthusiasm.

Mountain Plains Present Skies-

Mountains are higher than the plains;
Plainly seen are the distance and present skies;
Skiing those things than presently seen;
Peaks the visage horizon stains;
~
Oceans seas sink the table water streams;
Streaming is the voltage reefs;
Cave caverns distance beams;
Cobber stone pebble marbled feet;
~
Mountains are higher than the plains;
Plainly seen are the distance and present skies;
Skiing those things than presently

The Vast Great Plains

Chasing the golden sun across America,
Expressing wonderment at the vastness
Of the Great Plains, distant farmhouses
Dwarfed by gigantic silos awaiting harvest.


Four lines from "Across the Great Plains"
Written August 24, 2021
Abstracted August 30, 2021
Submitted to "Liberum Divisa 7" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Richard Barden

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