Short Far Flung Poems
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Lionel Trains Owner
Neil Young
Musical influences are far flung.
No doubt that he is way out,
Even touring with a Lionel layout.
His poet’s way with words - far-flung,
Don’t get me wrong I love his tongue.
The words caress,
I acquiesce -
If only he were better hung.
May 15, 2023
Around a table
far-flung families gather
offer yearly thanks.
I wish I were among them
but still, they don't forgive me.
A THANKSGIVING TANKA Poetry Contest Placed 7th
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Date wrote: 26-October-2021
O, feral feline, femme fatale
Her fancy footsteps faintly fall...
..In far-flung forests, in fables tall
Winged fairies flutter
Flights of fancy enthrall
If you sit a monkey in front of a computer
There is a chance, no matter how far flung
That if it presses buttons at random
It will type a magnum opus
Well, I took a dictionary today
And guess what
The words were always there
I just picked and rearranged them
The blue, far flung canopy
Laced with specks of galaxy
White fluffy hovering clouds
touching pinnacles in crowds
Amazing myths and stories
Of mystic cosmic bodies
The blue, far flung canopy
Elemental Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Date: 10-07-2021.
Placed: 3rd
Drawing from the shadow of La Manquita
The mighty Spanish master from Málaga
Painted his m'lady borderline grotesque
Features so far flung and un fathomably stretched
She had an eye in Segovia and a nose in Madrid
7/9/2019
H G Longfellow Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Chromatic clouds from sunburst horizon
waft across satin sky on far-flung wings
As the focused surreal sunbeams flush
the glistening window pane of my mind,
the reflecting rays make a trail to the sun
my life in the mist of winter will walk.
May 16, 2021
Contest : Surpise Me
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
bluster in moonlight
all around lime trembling trees
and through fragrant fields
in a far flung dream
to be everywhere at once
under diamond stars
blooms have lost petals
there's howling in the valley
drowning out all sounds
raging's at the door
and all the windows rattling
cozy fires tonight
FALLING AWAY FROM ME
detaching I fade far flung from
my body
a walking corpse dissociating
my mind
trying to pursue yet suspended
in time
a nowhere place of nonentity
so numb
forcing snapbacks triggers whiplash
a crack
shielded by hollowed armored shell
I fall
© Kim van Breda—May 2014
A Heptastich.
Reminiscing of our three-nipper sons
from a distant reality, far-flung.
Whenever the children run, laugh, or play.
Life through their eyes is but a game.
And they will change, soon that time comes.
Whenever the, children run, laugh, or play.
It's like Manna from Heaven. What, more need I say.
Appreciate some time out for annual holidays.
Unify with friends, or bask in warm sun rays.
Go and visit attractions, or a far flung beach.
Unfamiliar places you must travel to reach.
Summer days shorten, soon it will be fall.
The most colorful season of them all!
From the other side of the world
In the quiet of our sleep,
Some friends perhaps we’ll never see
Into our forum creep.
To them our world is upside down.
We’re standing on our heads.
When we awake to read their words,
They’re dreaming in their beds.
This diverse and far-flung group
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Hey mountain waterfall is tumbling,
it dandles on the rocks
and pale-faced maid
carried, would faint on the hands.
Hey breaking is the foehn spruces,
snatching is on the peaks.
Its arm is swift and strong,
but summits will withstand it.
Hey trickling is a drizzle.
It's spreading to the huts
in mist is rising to the clouds -
far-flung is to the sky.
AFTER THE STORM
Mid deepest black of heart break sorrows
Vanish fear of dread tomorrows,
Cruel pain that scars and shakes us
Bravely heals and then remakes us.
Dawn Light bids from far flung hills,
Joy surrounds –with each step thrills.
Doubts will vanish with a sigh--
Mindless worries pass us by.
Treasured arms enfold us--warm--
After the storm.
I rested on a beam of light
In between sleep and night
Journeying far
Beyond far flung star
All as it seems
Between light and dreams
Galaxies and constellations
My own machinations
Dreams, half a world away
Light, tomorrow and yesterday
Dreams and light
I travel far in to the night
Once upon a dream
Once upon a night
Light upon my bed
Dreams, in my head
I rested on a beam of light
In between sleep and night
Journeying far
Beyond far flung star
All as it seems
Between light and dreams
Galaxies and constellations
My own machinations
Dreams, half a world away
Light, tomorrow and yesterday
Dreams and light
I travel far in to the night
Once upon a dream
Once upon a night
Light upon my bed
Dreams, in my head
When love sour soon,
The earth seems pause
Friends become stranger
The sky looks limited
Opportunity become scarce
The stars seems far flung
Lover become foe
When all the dew drops gathers
in the ocean
My tear drops will pour as rain
My pain will no more be a trial
But a golden crown
Even if the love sour soon
Still my love would remain unadulterated.
The day's wound down, its course's been run
The moon's a reflector, long gone's the bright sun
Your offspring transition to destinations far-flung
At work your job goes to a much younger one
You pack your boxes, put your house up for sale
Retirement villages beckon with their 'Holy Grail'
You're about to enter your Golden Years
Whence all your doubts? Where from your fears?
These angels born of restlessness
Soliloquies of dreams and lace
Dance among the gilded tears
Upon the pages of thy face
Yet from thy lips my heart devours
Rising from that hallowed well
Each and every far flung flower
Tis said from where all passions dwell
No greater glory for my ears
No fonder words are ever spoken
Than these three words for all the years
From a heart but newly woken
Apples and Azaleas are always around.
Bright beautiful buds bloom while
crisp cultured cabbage and cucumbers
dot the darkened dirt.
Every edible is excellent.
Fame is so far flung for
Grandma's glorious garden that
Handy Horticulture has offered to hire her.
Imagine, envision her incredulity of their insistence.
Just another jovial, jocular juncture in Grandma's jubliant journey.
TLH © 07-11-2012
Slipping through the veil of night
Beneath the far-flung skies,
She flutters like a sail in flight---
She feeds her frail heart’s delight---
She turns to hail the morning light
Beneath the star-hung skies
Aurora, in Her cloak of grey
Sweeps back the shifting dark---
As dawn reveals the stroke of day
And nighttime goes it' smokey way---
The sky's deep blue now broken, frayed,
Sweeps back the lifting dark
Black rain is gonna fall: Triolet
----
The clouds are gathering to again
over the far-flung island of dark, black mud.
The wound of last lashing is still raising pain.
Shhh… clouds are gathering to pound again.
Meandering the village, flows the river stain
with the bodies of men, beings; swept huts.
Now, clouds are gathering to again
over the flooded earth, broken and suffered.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Uprooting dreams
of yesterday,
time sows the seeds
of tomorrow.
Grey clouds shed tears
in April rains,
as winter wanes
and warmth abounds.
Fleeing far-flung
sanctuaries,
migrating birds
start heading home.
And on the winds
of open sky,
caterpillars
try newfound wings.
Wild trillium
and daffodil,
usher in the
first days of spring.
And tulips flaunt
their waxen bells
atop stems of
emerald green.
The man in the isolated bar
Had come in a dust-engulfed car
From a destination, very far
Like the far-flung star:
Via routes of more sand and less tar.
Now, drinking to be calm,
The stuff, a believed balm
His cup plastered to his palm
Not likely to occasion him any harm…
It’d been the poorest harvest in his farm!
A drinking in sorrow
By one bound to borrow,
Certain that this life is hollow
And it’s best of tracks, not one to follow.