Short Frontier Poems
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The best 2021 perk
Was a space flight for Captain Kirk
An Enterprise
Where no one dies
Proving fantasy just might work
Space, the final frontier
I'd rather be there my dear
Cuz I'm a man and a Star Trek fan
So beam me up Scotty, I'm here
wagon train staple
the prairie schooner whitetop
plain covered wagon
mules and oxen
used on the wild frontier
harrowing journey
The frontier of violence
strange land of our making
Wilderness of bones and blood
—buried in our fear
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Frontier vulture in the coded missions
Autumnal dew is misplaced
Red syrup on the corpse
© Mahtab Bangalee
15 October, 2023
Chattogram
Frontier Man In Blood
Richard Boone,
Relative of Daniel Boone we presume,
Played a frontier man of a later time
Problem solving to earn a dime.
"To boldly go where no man has gone before."
"Space, the final frontier."
Words by some great seer
for they foretell; the closet of Mi Amor!
The Pandora's last card in winning
Is the inspiring word of 'hope'
The last breath to live
The last bastion of frontier
The potion of life everlasting.
Weathering all in its fold,
Awaiting her to bare her soul,
Velvet waves calling her near,
Ethereal sunshine paints her clear.
She, determined will cross the frontier.
America's Largest State.
Land of the Midnight Sun.
An Anglers Dream.
Scenic; filled with wonderful beauty.
Kodiak Island; Alaska's Emerald Isle
America's Last Frontier
Frontier Near
Remembered when we had found a frontier,
That seemed so close as well as very near;
No proper zone;
Now all alone,
And in desperation all of it did disappear.
Jim Horn
JFK delivered a rousing speech on Inauguration Day
Peace Corps, New Frontier, Camelot -- He had so much to say
Yet so many folks don't recall any of that
All they remember's he took off his hat
In a frontier town of Oregon
lives a rascally son of a gun.
He’s taking on louses
that beat up their spouses.
I can hardly believe that’s my son!
For Carolyn Devonshire's Contest:
Lawyer Limericks
the quest is to reach the zenith
of mad compulsion.
alien to me are cloaked coins
having affairs with the frontier
of it's silk weapon.
the conquest awaits all of us
who are guided by flocks
of falcons flying into hell.
thorns of the frontier fence
is venomous!
these thorns sting and kill
the innocent peoples
to save the rank of kings and queens;
these thorns understand
only vengeance killing;
not humanity!
-April 30, 2019, Chattogram
without faltering
unbridled it gallops to
its final frontier
Dec. 26, 2016 For THE TROIKA (Haiku with hooves) Contest of John Lawless
i
untangle
my love
from your
silence
nocturnal dreams
withdrawn heart
of rain
surfacing wants
waves are rising
lost frontier
remnants of the
war of love
you
rise and fall
digging deeper
half closed
eyes
salty saliva
new dawn
is here
Form:
Fly, Dragon, fly,
let Falcon lift you high,
Earth’s gravity defy,
amaze the watching eye.
Two heroes sit inside,
taking this wild ride,
can’t be contained by sky,
our big dreams cannot die,
our nature undenied,
a new frontier so wide,
fly, Dragon, fly.
We must drink the poetry,
at the fountain
where souls drink...
On the magical
frontier of mysteries,
between the abysses
and paradises,
purified with an innocent soul...
Thus personified in love,
following the purification
of perpetual motion
of life... !
Recalled scenes, like diamonds gleam
Scattered on velvet black
Cloth of midnight shadows
All laid out displayed in showcase
Lining the dark chambers
In this graying head, where
the lamplight of recall is hung
Illuminating a frontier
where I stay always young.
I suppose life is here.
There and here.
I surpass the clouds
Alas to the sky.
I swim rivers and mountains.
I swim to Archway Pool.
Japan bows to the excellency
I swim to the barriers of foresight.
My language grows
My relgion grows
Then I wonder the hair
For you, for me.
New year, cold beer
Cold beer, Bronx cheer
Bronx cheer, high gear
High gear, all clear
All clear, frontier
Frontier, sharp spear
Sharp spear, blood smear
Blood smear, kill deer
Kill deer, pure fear
Pure fear ~
Get outta here
Her hands, I see, are sweetly crafted
My hands, her hair, a river rafted
Or ruby coasts on which I sail
The shore, her face - sublime detail
With sand, so white, so pure, and smooth
Sifting as my fingers move
Her face, her heart, a new frontier
My heart, full sail, is drawing near
Borderland of friendly people,
new land vast to cross,
inviting with its beauty -
enticing.
Visited by Pilgrims -
persecuted men
of new religions
in their countries of origin.
They bonded with indigenous people,
who helped them to survive
and to cross frontier
between two oceans.
The child has drawn a stick-figure.
Primitive, it lacks a pulse. A child
sees a hero beyond nerve and sinew,
heart red as rhubarb. In buckskin
fringes, gazing into a pool
just struck by lightning.
Three more strokes of crayon
create a stallion at full gallop,
its hooves touching nothing but air.
Form: