Short Territories Poems
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We are the landlords
in our own hearts,
but guests in other hearts,
no matter how long
our stay in their territories lasts
Dangerous sickness,
If majority people feared lies
Like they feared Corona virus
Devil and demons could miss
Hidding territories.
August 05/2023
How you weep for me
Like the willow once had
Such foreign territories
Make us seek sparks of home
Sometimes the warmth
Of such a need fullfilled
Leaves you warmer than your own.
Hollow tin-cup chess pieces
tethered to fate are we
manipulated by forces
unperceived
landing abruptly in
alien territories
naïve suppositions
blown to bits
on the wreckage of empires
Summertime is here
Golden sands await the rush
Territories shared
Excitement abounds
Buckets and spades in frenzy
Silica shapes form
Children creating
Young voices resonating
Sandcastles they show
A country full of Politicians
Who have evolved into Tacticians
By their words we are no longer cicatrized
Rather we are constantly hypnotized
By the unrealistic actions and promises
Of those governing our territories
#PoeticLord#
MARCH 2021
Atlas: "There are so many known territories everywhere in the world that start with "a," "d," "n," "w," and "s." And these are just some of the places where you can find and test your powers."
Axis : "Why these places?"
Atlas: W A N D S !
plain jane bird from the northern territories
lands on reflective ice, possibly a berg
attracted to gorgeous polar bear like parakeet
no idea how she will ever be able to leave
even though her new sweetheart is cold and flat
she is so totally in love
A mist led Sunday morning,
Indian Ocean walked beyond the territories,
Dressed in black cloth like a no moon night,
Some Banks sank under the Tsunami waters,
Currency notes floating like paper boats,
Dressed in wetness,
Launders came and ironed all the flood washed notes!
Hidden spirits motherland,
destructions chosen horror.
Decayed barren grounds,
ravaged territories dilapidation.
Debris leftover magnetic fields,
crawls nuclear poisons contamination.
Ruins
graphics
stand
strongly
obscure.
Critique I am and shall forever be
Timid deem in praise, but truthfulness ignore
Tis' not refusal of the artist's reasons or beauty
Yet perceptions to potentials fathom more
And pretense unto willingness, I play the heavy
To nudge said craftsmen into territories beyond their doors
Glorious human race!
Monstrous machines
unto globe thou place.
Surpassed grandeur,
overwhelmed with grace;
Heaven's territories
thou subdue 'nd embrace;
Surmounted all mysteries,
summits and space.
Yet, thy mightiness,
perfection never pace;
Tiniest Coronavirus,
fail thou to face!
The bird on paper,
does not sing... but raises
chants,
remember places...
enchants...
The bird on paper,
doesn't fly... but gives wings,
inspires...
free territories to,
thought,
imagination... !
the bird on paper,
doesn't sing... but raises
chants,
remember places...
enchants.
..
the bird on paper,
doesn't fly...but reminds wings,
inspires...
free territories to,
thought,
imagination... !
Democracy's are formed,
yet many won't remain,
when autocrats emerge
to prolong their lengthy reigns..
Fighting to the death,
these soldiers of Ukraine,
thru personal sacrifice and loss,
their territories to sustain..
We must not abandon them
when their weary war wanes.
The heart of our Democracy is
strengthened by their gains..
Remember when the Taliban
took back Afghanistan
from an international coalition
led by the American
When enemies
became friendlies
invading their own
territories
Fighting ISIS
avoiding crisis
which evil
is the nicest
as the crowds stood packed
still the terrorists attacked
killing their own people
as the loyalty was cracked
The bird on the paper,
does not sing ... but it raises
memories,
remember places ...
enchants ...
The bird on the paper,
does not fly ... but spread wings,
inspires ...
free territories to
muse,
imagination... ...!
Find false flags,
gasoline rags.
Light a spark.
Cross red lines
in territories marked.
Not so fast.
Hold the phone.
Peacekeeper
or terrorist?
Rule the world
with an iron fist.
The hand of fate,
legitimate
targets that
proliferate.
This is mine.
Don't cross that line.
Flesh and bone,
ownership,
testosterone -
shut up,
I can't take it,
leave me alone.
The lone wolf
By Michelle Morris
20/09/2023
The lone wolf is a blessing
Venturing out to territories new
Creating a stronger gene pool
Creating a better future
Finding a new mate
And finding a new tribe
Exploring the world
And pursuing your vibe
For you are powerful
You are forever strong
For you are the lone wolf
Not for very long
© Michelle Morris, 2023
I’m wandering through foreign sands
To find what I am looking for
I’m looking for a promised land
To uncover territories unknown
The search goes far and yet I’ll say
I’ve never felt another way
I’ve never known
That love could be like hate
Please why can’t I enter through the gate?
I look into the light that leads
And yet I try to be the same
Yet still I cannot enter through the gate
As I wake I realize today’s a new beginning, a
Day I can start a new word
Voyage into uncharted territories,
Enthusiasm abounds, as I leap out of bed, full of possibilities
Never slowing down, I
Take a peek at the notes I have taken of so many other poets’ works.
Uniquely spectacular words gallop toward me out of the pages.
Really now, isn’t this how
Every word player’s day should start?
Yes I have balanced upon this rock
for 75, 85 years causing
negligible quantities
of soil to shift
Daily I wait patiently
on said surface at these familiar
co-ordinates, yet in my time
I visited 75, 85 territories of
the artificially boundaried surfaces
There was some growing, some striving
scant praying, scarce slaying
and my best claim my final
claim is to have left
no trace #pfft#
A baronial zing of blue jacket
Blithesome attitude,
Allures me to join navy,
A credence to serve countrymen,
When territories enter a ballicose
Only to belittle through broach,
Or to lull enemy by celerity
Not by swindling but by courage,
Howsoever contentious is the situation
To prevent from contretemps,
Think better of,
Think much of ,
Think through !!
Username- Upma A. Sharma
Motif- philosophical
Inside The Music
Symphonies takes hold
Orchestra explodes in waves
Music of this vibration exudes sweetness
Purest of the souls
The glory of the Glorious
A dance into bliss
Drifting to the highest frequencies
Into magnificent territories
Hearing joyous melodies
Feeling massive euphoria
Inside The Music
Where one glides so elegantly
Lovingly becoming the music
Inside The Music
I am..
Strangers touching in the darkness Exploring unknown territories At
first The drum is slowing beating Faster and faster The rythym of
pounding flesh Screams of delight Echo through the dark Drums
pounding Music blaring At a feverish pitch Two souls are engulfed
in flames Music stops And once more they are mere mortals Once
again