Somewhere in these busy woods
a woodpecker tattoos tree bark,
I hear its piercing peck and drumming.
Above me songbirds and squirrels
hustle to and fro
through their arboreal thoroughfares.
Then I, in my absent mindedness,
meandered into this open glade;
here silence climbs up a rope-less tent
one pitched under a million feet of sky.
I could spend an hour here,
a week, for I am sheltered;
not only from woodland chatter and fuss
but also times hurried pulse.
This sunlit acre could be moonlit
perhaps somewhere it already is?
'Somewhere' has moved on
upon a pathway I cannot see from here.
This sylvan space, this patch of peace
is a tower of stillness,
a sunny circle of buttercups and stray bluebells,
and what I thought of as somewhere
bewitches me in a dappled roundness
of nowhere.
I know the aching heart
Knows that longings
Can never be fully apart
And satisfied anymore
Through bodily meetings.
I know I can never share
Stories of childhood tears
And fears bravely conquered there
Through silence and struggles
To step into hazy future thoroughfares.
Land and ocean be your friends
For nights and days sometimes
With destitute, but never losing ends
To preserve dignity and attitude
Of kindhearted simple primes.
Now, I truly know that longings
Will find their own ways to you
Telling me that true yearnings
Are always beautiful in sweet memories
Separation can never separate me from you.
(26-02-2022, a day after you go)
Fireflies dance through black space
twinkling in the shadows of moonlight
reminding hearts why the star's glow
flickering kindly with a silent hope
wistfully tracing the silhouettes along
breathing in whispers of heavy darkness
milking the night for its silence pouring
across mountains in showers of pelting
plethora as it creates a sanctuary for
endless pulses of blood curdling screams
awakening murky milky way boulevards
into thoroughfares of heady grace
~~~
Fireflies dance through black space
To the music of melancholy praises
Sung on the hearts of night owls
Who fling caution to the winds howling
Across ridges and hills with laughter
Sounding furious on the gloomy horizon
~~~
Fireflies dance through black space
Somber voices of nocturnal prayers
Word Play Poems with Play-on-Words raison d'etre -- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
July 9, 2021
Child of the thoroughfares
Allowed to wander.
To scurry off with the hares.
Followed of me down.
Craved, thrived in; bend on bend
This gentle bonding.
Through a shared peace, to the end
Kingcup's; cow's of brown.
Through the thoroughfares,
Started the defiant journey,
Went along , the worldly scares,
Whilts moving towards life's tourney.
Linked up the bits,
Made up the path,
Moving down the streets,
Enduring life's wrath.
An absolute downhill,
No control on the speed,
Only obscurity and not a still,
Moving forward without a lead.
I'm moving past the scenery,
Learning life with a new vision,
Feeling the nature in its greenery,
Following the path without a reason.
A poet soul is ubiquitous
Wandering far and wide unceasingly
In search of covert destination which is serendipitous
Numerous thoroughfares travelled tirelessly
Yet the poet's soul do not outcry
Untold remembrances collects from antique times
Poet's soul is older than the time can ever descry
Fetching notes from the archives of universe oftentimes
Poet is witness to many yarns
Travelling through segment and amplitude
Touching lines of multitude and barns
Poet shall survive within the poetry aptitude
Imparting the magic and privy of cosmos
Poet is ubiquitous with distinct ethnos
And yes,poetry shall surrounds total entity.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo |
Nature's love ways are sometimes cruel but fair;
Balanced charters set with no inspection;
A lover's passage laid for those who dare;
Full hearts so often blind to reflection.
Seek not a path set straight as science rule;
Or luscious greenery bathed in brilliance;
Fake thoroughfares may deviate to fool;
And there be Jesters with their dalliance.
Should choices prove this match to be quite true;
Bounties offered up for tough courses stayed;
That cherished patch takes on a purple hue;
And ushers in a time for accolades.
With each desirous step nirvana nears;
And obstacles once troubling set to side;
So knowing this and setting by all fears;
Will you match me then my darling stride for stride.
Robin of the Hoodie
Alas, resides in Sherwood Forest,
one Robin of the Hoodie. He’s lost
amid the greenery, weeping
as sunset nears for underneath
the Hood he hides his deep
and lonely fears. The Hoodie
no protection here amid the
bug filled darkness, nor can
it quell the eerie sounds of
hoodless creature calls,
his secret handshake useless
among the clawed and taloned.
He drifts to sleep with visions
of “Air Jordans” that can fly,
carry him to safety, the
streetlit yellow streaks
of alleyways and thoroughfares
the Hoodie creatures know.
Summoning his courage
he storms the distant hut
enters into murky stink,
old wooden planks,
and curses those who left him
on his own, abandoned him
to Hoodie misery.
Fools who took
a city kid out camping,
fed him beans and franks
and stories until
“HE HAD TO GO”.
2/16/2016
submitted to – A twisted poem about Robin Hood – Poetry Contest
sponsor – C. T.
This is a tropical paradise where many tourists meet.
However, you will still see homeless people living in the street.
These folks struggle to receive a handout.
Each day is living with some considerable doubt.
Survival means putting up a daily fight.
However, it is warm enough so they don't freeze at night.
Along the thoroughfares just north of Waikiki Beach,
the homeless wander well within reach.
Just like the cities located in the continental forty-eight,
Honolulu has some citizens who have arrived at a bad fate.
We got really dumped on yesterday
Was hoping we would miss out on this one
But must remember, this is Canada!
The land of ice and snow and parkas and snow shoes
At least that's the general perception
We have electricity and runny water and even indoor toilets
And not only that, we have radio
However, the powers that be are promising TV before 2020
Okay okay, I'm exaggerating a wee bit
We just recently got indoor plumbing
Hmmm, strangely my tongue seems to be stuck firmly in my cheek
But we are a hearty bunch
On January 1st every year, some of our real hearty dudes
Take a dip in the Ottawa River
They're called the “Polar Bear Club”
I have a different name for them!!!!!
I call them the “Those That Have A Screw Loose Club”
They urgently need to seek psychiatric help
As backward as we are, we DO have medicare... yee haw!
So we can take all kinds of risks we wouldn't normally take
Like clomping down the middle of our major thoroughfares
Making sure we watch out for the occasional snowmobile
And wearing our stylish snowshoes and parkas
A hearty bunch we are!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
The scientist spills her confection,
It was all yellow; her provisions,
Don't panic, whispered his green eyes,
Everything's not lost under these broken lights;
And broken clocks that hang low in space.
Come, pampered princess sit in my place,
Tonight I will fix you first instead,
Don't be in such a rush & quietly wait
For a message I only dreamt to sing,
On the chilly thoroughfares of Amsterdam,
Where we sat on the strawberry swing,
Now I can only say be careful where you stand;
Lost amongst death and all his friends.
Now your heart's beating at th' speed of sound,
Your royal violet hill swallow'd in the sea,
Living your crazy life you had had thy crown,
Now thy love resides in London's cemeteries.
I will see you soon back in our palace,
When God puts a smile upon your face.
[This is just a simple poem written with many of their song titles(how many can you spot?)]
Limerick : Once a President of Bolivia
Once a President of Bolivia
Frothed oblanceolate green saliva
Must dream was Ashoka*
On Andes throne Inca
That’s how COCA-cola drug India.
*ASHOKA, b. circa 304 BCE (reigned: 273-232 BCE): King of Magadha,
was the first great commoner Buddhist Emperor
of India which, then, extended from Afghanistan
to Bengal, and from Nepal to Southern Deccan.
Among his recorded edicts : concern for the peoples’
welfare ; medical attention for the needy ; arboured
thoroughfares ; nomination of officers to oversee
morality and magistrates ; forbade the slaughter of
animals for food or for religious purposes ; required
the reconciliation of all religious tendencies ; wanted
everyone to practice compassion and charity towards
one another and to follow the laws of the Dharma or
Righteousness ; and drew attention to the vanity of
glory and emphasised the supreme aim of Life itself.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Life Thoroughfares
We are passengers
Traveling upon hard roads.
Finding soft cushions.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic Form: Senryu
Heavens wintry dew
Leaves thoroughfares icier
Forcing school closings.
Is that all there is to this rush of vibrating energy cascading through our synaptic
thoroughfares? Light spectrum wide and narrow traversing your point of view and you
think and therefore I am what your senses interpret me to be? I think not.
We are individuals to the shallow observer only, but to the true explorer – the one who is fearless of turning away from the mirrors and radio signals – we are infinite universes of galaxies and worlds expanding and contracting much like the particles of the (generally accepted but widely disputed) Bang that created the linear motion by which mortality and immortality constantly swap their roles and responsibilities.
Upon this discovery, the true explorer turns back to the lenses and frequencies to
see the living breathing thriving organism (beyond the solar systems and constellations) longing to be interpreted.
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