Short Northward Poems

Beautiful robins,
Bobbing, working and singing,
Heading northward soon!...

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summer thunderstorm
follows the river northward
soaking our garden

May 28, 2021...

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'pon gnarled bare oak limb
one silent mockingbird sits....
northward gaggle flies ...

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Upward rise,
Daily highs.
Skyward eyes,
Season's ties.
Crowded skies,
Southern cries,
Northward flies.
Mated prize,
Winter dies....

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                                     The geese are in form
                       Northward bound, SPRING springs forward___
                                      Loss of sleep for man...

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"Northward Equinox"      (couplet)
    
Northward Equinox starts
Equal time of day light and night apart

With North pole’s six months of day light
When the Sun is on same plane as equator, so bright.

Dr Ko Ko Thein
Salt Lake City....

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Wind whistled through the towering pines
Blasts of arctic winter tendrils slowly dying,
While warm southern breezes wait patiently
Until early spring beckons them northward.

FIRST PLACE WINNER
"A Strand Poetry Contest"
Poetry Soup, January 13, 2022
written January 2, 2022...

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gray clouds drift slowly
gathering in southern sky
Ian is coming

windows are boarded
emergency sirens loud
winds coming faster

southern sky now dark
Mother Nature is angry
Gulf waters churning

traffic flows northward
palm trees are bending over
Ian is screaming

Written September 26, 2022...

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The last lunar month rings in the Minor Cold,
The magpies begin to build new nest mold.
Some look for food along the river banks while
Up on treetops others carry wisps of hay to pile.
Wild geese start to fly northward;
Pheasants commence singing from now onward.
Although it is still rigid winter,
The first lunar month of spring approaches nearer
(tran.)...

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Wending her way westward, wafted on whispering wings
   Sailing serenely southward, slithering past secluded scenes
Nudging northward, noticing narrow, noctilucent moonbeams
   Edging effortlessly eastward, entering ecstasy's eerie baleen...

Grace dillied and dallied, then dithered and doodled and dozed
   Could Heaven's Handiwork save her? ~ Neither angels nor seraphs know...

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#1
Flaring high a herald flung its head,
Northward turned were splintered ends,
And pointed Westward turned ones,
Which were as hooks caught on a coat of blue

#2
Top edged with a fringe of morning gold,
Brightly tipped near centering thoughts,
Half moon out in early cold
As I begin my walks.

#3
Summer in the midst of Fall,
Warm frost clinging to my bones,
Precluding Winter....

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winter has come early
solitude blankets
the frontier and hinterlands
of my soul
all the birds have flown south
taking warm breezes
with them
not to be outdone
solace of human
companionship has also fled
like long, lanky shadows
leaping across a high mountain
only the dark red eyes
of the cave
lit up by
an innermost
flame
stares
transfixed
motionless
expanding into
the empty night...

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From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.

Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.

Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;

And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected....

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JULY 1969 – Moon landing

There are no wolves
Astir tonight
To chill our fireside man
 
The wolves are gone
Are northward gone
From a disenchanted land

From where Maid Moon
Who winked at dreams
Has lost her apple eyes

Oh, someone’s plucked
The saucy dish
From out a virgin sky

Her lover’s cool
Bacterial breath
Has blued the Maid’s gold cheeks
	-
And wolves are gone
To howl for her
From woods and mountain peaks...

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Through pink glasses aiming Northward 
Arctic lights and arrows quiver 
The city life drags the final sword 
As a sugar shack lilts with the river 

The bow is his selenite 
Mantra to foe, making them shudder 
The amulet is his kryptonite 
A tiller man now with no rudder 

Longer boats to take him away await 
Tacking slowly to avoid live minds 
Leave a trail of very odd gait 
Lowering his remains below water lines...

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I’m sold out for slavery 
Because she hates me
She wouldn’t want to use the money
Because she hates me
On a tray she surreptitiously burnt it off with fire
Because she hates me
The ashes is to be thrown away to a distance
Because she hates me
A northward wind came and blew it on her body
And she hates me
She is hospitalized and had her skin removed 
Because she hates me
She hates “why it could be me?” 
Oh! Because she hates me....

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Child of the Northern Lights
Blown in on a winter gale
Dance with the Stars at Night
High as the Moon and as pale.

Deep are the Oceans you sail
On curious shores to alight
Your footsteps in sand entail
Revelation – a secret revealed

Understanding remaining concealed
Your journey has barely begun
And the wounds that are still to be healed
Require further exposure to Sun

Align your keel, Northward at the Meridian
Tilt sail and oar, to infinite viridian...

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Abstract algorithm. Brooding distraction, 
cleverly cloaked in digital fleece.
Enigma encoded. Like so many fireflies,
Hastening gauntly heavenward.
Juniper immolation.
Ides jaundiced light.
Kinetic kites, luminescent in the night. 
Milky Way mighty, northward pointing, 
Occidental wind opens, plumes rising.
Quickened quiet shroud.
Revelation.
Reincarnate.
Souls thin the veil.
Under the upholstered vault,
 xylem-charred waste,
Drawn to the yawning zodiac....

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Portraits

portraits of free radical pursuers
June and ruin
 to all inducers frame from the past
lie here in the grass
bend the time back with a piece of paper
then think of ways to change the advent
crippled riddled with dimples
small holes in our own atmosphere
steer northward and you will notice
large and decibular clauses and loud noises
people get upset and leave the quarry 
that’s for another story
                                   Written by tonuhalan31/04/06/sun...

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Wanted to touch your face moment I saw you 
In softlight on stone stairs grasping  that rail-
Coy downcast gaze - 
Looked into those soft blue eyes
Heard warm words from your precious lips-
Wanted to kiss you again,
Hold you close and chase the moon-
Guess time takes its toll.
Distant train whistle-calls
Reluctantly we move along …
Following lifepaths which lead to unknown times
You perhaps slightly northward to a new life--
I to explore gypsy-like 
Unable to tell my own fortune....

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