Shangri Poems - Poems about Shangri

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...

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Our plane went down in the mountain snow, but I was alive I walked on ice in the thin air, the only way to survive Then on a ledge, I saw that light, a valley pure and green With rivers rolling, flowers blooming, almost like a dream. I stumbled down a narrow path to find a monastery...

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Fa, la, la, the politicians stump. Blah, blah, blah, It's Donald Trump. Oh La la, we've hit a bump. Shangri-La or Mein Kampf?...

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A SHANGRI-LA IN HELL. I feel at peace with the roll at hand. At a place of bliss, whenever I take a puff. My mum call it beast. My wife call it monster. My sweet cigar. At a tender age, lured by a friend. A little puff good for you, he persuaded. Another puff friend, he coaxed. I was manipulated to it. My...

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A prairie garden delight in the center of town. Cone flowers, daisies and daffodils appear as if renegade. There is no mulch, large curly grasses, dandelions, clover. My children recognize this as a magical Shangri-La They are reverent and excited with her tiny touches. A silver frog stands holding two hot pink geraniums A path of round colored blue rocks...

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“Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.” ? Robert E. Howard, The Complete Chronicles...

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In delightful repose, with my tired head comfortably at rest upon your lap. Your fingers softly brushing my brow and cheek; your smiling face, with all the love in it, beaming down like...

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I need my space some time alone A tranquil place to call my own Escaping chaos all around For me no peace can ne’er be found A mythical Isle ~ Atlantis ~ is luring me beneath the sea ...

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I wish you luck, the builder said. We poured all the extra concrete on that hill. I found this a challenge worth undertaking. That hill is gorgeous now. I have chopped out the concrete with an axe and put in good soil. I have planted a variety of bushes including a knock out rose bush and a snowball...

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I wish my love a peaceful Shangri-La Where I can save her best from daily cares. A warm place where winter never dares And my heart smiles to serve as in a spa....

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Alas, we live in an imperfect world. We long for somewhere free from strife and pain-- Some Shangri-La or Eden whence, like Cain When driven forth in anger, we were hurled. And now our search is endless for some land, Some perfect place where problems never loom (Prosperity and bliss from womb to tomb)-- To leave this world from which perfection’s banned, And...

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Uninspired, 'tis a search for Shangri-La, It's much ado, I mean, don't you think so, All of this bruhaha, just fools would go, To this La La Land, --no 'tis other La. Well, if fools have time for frivolous things, Let it be theirs, not ours, a game of chance, --It does seem charming, a touch of romance, Oh no, a fool's...

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We need to find Shangri-la, my heart said. Great idea! Soul replied with a blast. We'll relive lifetimes we've had in the past! We have to find it before we are dead. Arranged for my dog and my cat to be fed. Packed a small bag. Gave my husband a kiss. You'll be okay, he replied. Snake gave me a hiss. Friends...

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There could be a place, lost over the horizon. There could be a place, way out there in space. Some call it Shangri-La, I’ll just call it heaven. There could be a place. No Hints, no trails, not even a trace. No lines, no signs, or magical scrolls to lead the way If there was a place, it’s one we could...

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My Shangri-La . . . seeking, through the corridors of my mind; lost- I meander like a seeker blind, opening doors loudly creaking. An imaginary place of sweet divine bliss, ...

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