Short Expedition Poems
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For you a message does await
Designed to determine your fate.
Expedition,
Of new tradition;
Recognizing God is always great.
Jim Horn
Marvel… wonder… gape
Laugh at those funny monkeys…
… Don’t stare at the ape
By horse-cart when Santa Claus rode,
Through our untarred yoyo village road,
Axis like a dough disc,
Broke; Santa was at risk;
Lo! His expedition got slowed...!
30 November 2022
expiring experienced excited and enticed enthusiastic emus
extracted exact experimental explosives from exfoliated flues
exasperating exam-free extraterrestrial expedition views
extraordinary x-rayed exclamations exuding as clues.
The expedition was not worth a hill of beans
The outcome did not meet expectations, it seems
So I shaped the beans into a mighty mountain
~ One-hundred-thousand steps I’d be countin’
SOLE EXPEDITION
Night falls,
Thought calls,
Staring walls
like blinking dolls,
Fixed eyeballs,
Frameless vision
but ageless mission;
Motionless, lolls,
Progress annuls,
Full empty halls,
Alone & stuck
to walk
the solitary walk.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 13th May, 2020.
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.
Down the Missouri they traveled,
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end.
©2013 Honestly JT
My Autumn`s dream
I seek comfort and passion
which flow like white honey from heaven
months I`ve prepared for this great expedition
I seek comfort and passion
~this cosy fall,my heart tinge with full expectation
unlimited love abound without restriction
I seek comfort and passion
which flow like white honey from heaven.
We expect respect for the Ashes tradition
Supposed to be the latest greatest rendition
All in the thrall of Bazball religion expedition
Cheeky gung go have a go bro sneaky sedition
Crazy condition did explode in the Perth edition
Premonition aplomb bomb racy pacy ammunition
Oz mirth goad did implode Pom’s road to perdition
W-e go on a safari
I-n the wild place on earth;
L-et the equipment and caravan
L-ead us to a million mirth.
I-f we go on a safari,
A-ll we have to do is prepare;
M-ake a good expedition of each and every hunter.
S-un starts to rise once more,
O-n the twenty-first of February;
L-ight has begun to show,
I-t's time to go on a
S-afari.
Part man part creature this spirit, fallen, from her skies..
Nineteen fifty-nine an expedition discovering His child floating
Gallantly down Love's reinish river ? Wrapped in a cloth of many colours
Black pearl eyes gazing past her wickers wedge; by and by beloved, their baby....
Mixed metaphors prodigical doors; chromosomes xxyz ? Part man part creature; Spirits.
Form:
A garden beneath the soaring sunrise-
Somewhere in nowhere
Lingers on~ in no-mans' land
A Majestic and glamorous scene-
A master piece with a picture green-
Landmarked with meadows within that nowhere-
Watered with blue waters perfumed in streams of gold.
Inconspicuous on a mystical terrain-
Lying hidden from the curious men
That explorers, wouldn't rather refrain.
inside the stone
there is
another stone
it winks
and says
don't remain
stuck
to the stone
above
and for now
put your
mars expedition
on hold
riding
on indigestion
instead
come
to me
i will
initiate you
into the mantra
i will teach you
how
to cut through
the cocoon
and become
a butterfly
spread your wings
and walk
across
a silk handkerchief
as a
brown lipstick
There was that bloke:
That war poet?
Rupert Brooke
He apparently said; and I quote
I suddenly realised that
The
Ambition of my life has
Been - since I was two - to go on a military expedition
Against the Turks
That's a bit much, isn't it?
Like a cup of
Oniony tea
I will beat Thomas
And if you got into a car
The instructor wouldn't
Say
To you, "Well
What do YOU think?"
If you want to sign up for the Jupiter mission
Here is the catch: you have to be serious.
And you have to have $100,000 you are willing to lose
Because if the space ship blows up,
Or if the expedition is cancelled,
Of if the sponsor takes the money,
There are no refunds.
Only two people signed up.
A mother and son.
Who could not read the small print
Where all of this stupidity was printed.
With a spark to get the goal,
I set myself ablaze.
Discoverers are rovers,
Misread as directionless.
Trendsetters are drifters,
Misinterpreted as irresolute.
Innovators are venturers,
Misconstrued as frivolous .
What a falsified perception about me,
Of being an aimless wanderer,
Like a toy car striking wall and moving wayward.
I am on my way to my expedition,
With a zeal of reconnaissance ,
Voyager I am !!
My eyes are my spears
in bushes of opportunities
they lead me with confidence
but it is only good scenery
and plateful of edibles I get
I do eat with my hungry eyes
my hands are too short
and legs not fast enough
to identify and catch real games
every hunting expedition
with empty hands I return
but with satisfied eyes
that mean nothing to my life
in this land of opportunities
that belong to me not
No plot of ground to serve a bed
Against the dark you lay your head
For expedition much abused
Contemptable in your afteruse
Defiled by Adam's selfishness
Your face unrecognizable
A mute remains of ravishment
To world unreconcilable
A dying bird with broken wings
Your fate lies with unloved things
Too weak to cry out heavenward
You close your eyes from pain!
(Be exalted Lord, who designed this bard
To refrain from all things sane)
Form:
You should never be afraid of your dreams...
Just because you can not see the rainbow, majority of the time
things are not what they seem.
Follow your passion & alleviate the doubt.
For every expedition there's a reward at the end of the route.
Find your purpose & pursue it with vigor.
And threw the storms stand strong, don't blink, & don't wither!
Be the impetus that God has created you to be.
Let God's will be done & you shall find your destiny!
Sanmati, my source, is completely mine
As she never missed going to shrine.
Nor does she move slowly like a bovine.
Much was done to munch through byline
Against me or her to bypass or to confine.
Thanks to expedition that made her whine
Inner talents, flairs, bents and gifts fine.
Jain are we: active is she; before deadline
All her work is complete – quality divine.
Illegitimacy! Come thou and pour wine
Near those who still soar for heavenly design.
The commanding officer with forceful strode
Beleaguered by the blizzard, nonstop we rode
In the sweeping expedition within deserts
Heavy masses on our back with an extraordinary load
Once an unyielding fortitude, now walking on with backs bowed
Reasoning with intellects bearing
Casting nuisance in a foreign tongue, sheep’s following the goad
Plead with the omnipotence to forgive their malicious seeds sowed
Looking up to the 7th heaven, screening the supremacy of Karma.
Tardigrade in the Miniverse
Have you ever seen a Tardigrade?
I doubt it, they’re microscopically small.
Described as Moss Piglets or Water Bears,
Shortish and plump, certainly not tall.
They wouldn’t make very good pets,
But do look kind of cute under a ‘scope.
Mountains to Oceans, even in Space,
Extremist survivors able to cope.
Have you ever seen a Tardigrade?
An expedition on a miniscule crusade.
Written 15.7.19
Miniverse Contest
Sponsored by Nina
Santa's reindeer were in preparation,
training for the big occasion,
getting themselves in top condition
for their Christmas Eve expedition.
But on this particular Christmas,
Rudolph was experiencing pain and stiffness.
Santa worried about his fitness
and a noticeable lack of swiftness.
X-rays showed Rudolph had a leg fracture,
so he was temporarily put out to pasture;
and seeing as the winds were rather choppy,
Santa delivered presents in a flying jalopy.
Initially you were fragrance
Wind used to give me your address
Then you became a name
Streets were known by your footsteps
Then you became eyes
It penetrated my days so badly,
That I had to bury my time
Then…you became a face…and then breasts…
And this expedition cost me my innocence
And before I could have find a trail
A dense jungle swallowed me.
Now you become, home of a naked tribal man
And whenever people shout your name
I become aware of my nakedness.
THE NEW YEAR – LIFE RACE
A NEW RACE BEGAN
AT THE STROKE OF TWELEVE
ALL HEARTS WERE AT HOPE
THINKING THE FORTUNES AND WOES
THREE SIXTY FIVE METER CONTEST
PARTICIPANTS UNFATHOMABLE
SOME ARE SWIFT SOME ARE SOFT
SOME ARE PRUDENT SOME ARE WOOLY
SOME ARE EASE SOME ARE RUFFLED
THE FIRST EVENT OF THE YEAR
FEW STARTED GRADUALLY
OTHERS ENTHUSED RAPIDLY
EVERYONE WAS EXPLORING
THE KNOWN AND UNKNOWN WORLD
IT’S A LONG GROUNDING
FOR A SHORT EXPEDITION.
S.BAGYALAKSHMI