Best Explorer Poems

First, her tippet made of tulle,
easily lifted off her shoulders and laid
on the back of a wooden chair.
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Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam-
To fare away far away, far away from home.
He had eaten all his breakfast, and he had his ma's consent
To see what he should chance to see and here's the way he went
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All the huskies are eaten. There is no space
left in the diary, And the beads of quick
words scatter over his spouse's sepia-shaded face
adding the date in question like a mole to her lovely cheek.
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Always her fascination
with me

shaving.
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Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West
With an explorer's gait, I walked jumping over gutters
My track, flanked with knee high grass and nettles
Also wild bushes of all kinds that grew in clusters
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The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
And if no Hindu he can get,
The lion-family is upset.
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In the dim soothing ambience
Of the restaurant, you sat
Across fervently studying
The catalog of my eyes,
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One day He
tipped His top hat
and walked
out of the room,
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I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill
Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the afternoon
Is full of dreams, my love, the boys are all still
In a wistful dream of Lorna Doone.
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Reading what I have just written, I now believe
I stopped precipitously, so that my story seems to have been
slightly distorted, ending, as it did, not abruptly
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In my dream, I sailed away
Over the tame waters of a tranquil bay
And landed in a magic isle
Never set foot before by anyone alive
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It's said that every species in the world
displays one gift beyond the scope of Man.
How dangerous the skies - for men, and birds -
how soiled the air, if wings were in Man's span!
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He stayed inside her
until the borders opened
beloved Poland.
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Before the break of dawn each side prepared battle plans
in a bright bonfires burnt til’ sunrise,
Strategy drawn on sand not on a piece of paper,
indigenous warriors rallied about the Datu,
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Welcome, thrice welcome, to the city of Dundee,
The great African explorer Henry M Stanley,
Who went out to Africa its wild regions to explore,
And travelled o'er wild and lonely deserts, fatigued and footsore.
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"There's no sense in going further --
it's the edge of cultivation,"
So they said, and I believed it --
broke my land and sowed my crop --
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ENGLAND
We lead the blind by voice and hand,
And not by light they cannot see;
We are not framed to understand
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I
Une Idée, une Forme, un Etre
Parti de l'azur et tombé
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I. THE LION

The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
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A shallow stream, from fountains
Deep in the Sandwich mountains,
Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;
And, between its flood-torn shores,
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The phone rang in the middle of the Fairbanks night and was always a
wrong number for the Klondike Lounge. Not here, I'd say sleepily. Different
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Climbing up the steep n’ rocky paths
We were struck by the beauty of the mountains
With their towering summits
Kissing the seams of the heavens
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Not in the mist of legendary ages,
Which in sad moments men call long ago,
And people with bards, heroes, saints, and sages,
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(some information taken
from “American Profile”,
Feb.17-23,2008)
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There lived a man up on a hill
The locals did not bid him ill
But playground whispers of this one
Who kept his offspring in the sun
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It's said that every species in the world
displays one gift beyond the scope of Man;
how dangerous the skies - to men and birds -
how soiled the air, if wings were in Man's span!
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Imprisoned me to death
or a double-life unbailable sentence

I am pleading guilty
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When sleep deserted me
I crawled out of my bed unseen
To delve into the crevices of the dark
With the curiosity of an explorer
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Voiceless wings, rising dreams
Sounds unknown
Yet, planted and nurtured
Already, Subliminal
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- - Chapter 2: Adult Responsibility (With Some Breaks) - -

By ten years old, no weekends off,
Or Saturday cartoons,
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so here I am, sitting here, as I write to you,
half of me thinking about poetry and everything,
half of me thinking, time to shut down the PC,
you're not married to the thing or are you
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The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold,
Of being only four years old.
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('Victory awaits him who has everything in order-people call it luck'. Roald Amundsen 1872-1928) .

A Norwegian, Roald Amundsen was the finest explorer on the ice
North and South the world has known.
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April 29,2005

'I understand what Carolin [Emcke] meant about victims of violence and trauma experiencing solitude.'
- Svetlana Alexievich during an interview on Book tv, C-Span 2, recorded April 25,2005
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Forever is not long enough
To express deepness of my love
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Jubilant
Extraordinary
Audacious
Nurturer
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I was a successful, scientific explorer, traveling to the remote, distant lands,
Bettering noble lives of many, like budding, green spring which understands.

And every day held fruitful discovery, as when the autumn colors are flying,
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(1)
Vasco da Gama, the trader
from Portugal landed at Beypore port
to purchase black peppercorns
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There was a fish named Dora
She wanted to be an explorer
She went for a swim
Came back in a tin
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My fate for me had ensured,
Traveler's foot and an explorer's galore.
I took a fancy to explore new lands,
My spirit soared for newer plans.
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Dearest, when I left your side,
I stood a moment, hesitating,
And plunged. The boiling tide
Of darkness took me, and down I went
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I hear your sweet song in the hum of birds
Come to be mine to meet the stranded bards
To revive life with the buds of nectar
As Radhakrishna's heir come to nature
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Little explorer

running touching learning grows
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Voiceless wings, rising dreams
Sounds unknown
Yet, planted and nurtured
Already, Subliminal
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Our conscience,
Like an old fragile pilgrim,
Is in search of the holy land within mankind's soul,
Because everything is transient,
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Life is a melodious music
Like moon attracts the tides
Like fragrance of the flowers
Like trees laden with luscious fruits
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The night time wishes to gift you with something rare
but we have become too disillusioned to look for it.
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Down to the River

Take me down to the river.
Let me dip my feet in the flow.
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'I must put an end to worldly desires'
The though just appeared in one corner
Is it so difficult to control the habit?
When it becomes unbearable and beyond limit
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Christopher Columbus says to the historian
that outside world is not to be feared but explored

It's a half truth and a half lie
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"Rencontre"
Reencounter
When Poetic Hearts meet,
Come upon
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The explorer draws his map
and plunges into space.
Why should he stumble on
at every fresh mishap
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Listen to you: 'Talk! '
& listen to you: 'Not-talk! '
Child in love with sound!
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I was eating minestrone
when I heard something fall
outside my apartment window.
Too dark to see much
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I had been a polar explorer in my youth
and spent countless days and nights freezing
in one blank place and then another. Eventually,
I quit my travels and stayed at home,
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Breathing hot breath
on to the frost of cold glass
trying to get a peek at last
of whats hidden behind the mask
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I was happy and lone,
I was in my safe zone,
You came knocking down at my heart’s doors,
Even though it was doubly locked.
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Have you ever witnessed the glory?
Hidden in wide arena of poesy
Reaping art of writing in hilly highland
growing buds flourishing from south to north, east to west
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While some ascribe to the poet intuitive insanity
and others reduce a work to artistic vanity
Personally, I reject both notions.For if either true then I have spent most of my life a stranger to myself.
Oscillating between states of mind (whatever the number) , it is often with tasks requiring deeper thought and imagination, that the unexpected occurs.Light streams through the subconscious soul-window
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Though decades have passed,
Since, Einstein published his theories,
Scientists have observed, countless of phenomena
Matching Einstein's ‘Theory of General Relativity'.
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It was a Wednesday,
the third day of August in 1492,
when Christopher Columbus set sail
from the Iberian port of Palos.
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SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

the previous announcement (deleted now) was 'just a joke'
hi Lora
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I met a lady from the South who said
(You won't believe she said it, but she said it):
'None of my family ever worked, or had
A thing to sell.' I don't suppose the work
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Did you want to see me broken
Then at my condition people would stare,
And they would say that I fell into ruins
Just because, you were not there.
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Little girl child
discoverer of words
explorer of worlds
that sounds create
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Everywhere there is an aura of splendor to be perceived
In the vastness of nothingness are gifts to be received
Consciousness gives the opportunity to see the totality
Take in the beauty and the glory created by the majesty
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Billy the goat was a builder
With his nanny he built a small boat
They collected up bark twigs and oak leaves
Plus bits from the farmers torn coat
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(dedicated to Ms. Katherine Ng Li Hoon, my best friend at PH)

speak up
speak around
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Management,
Ability,
Colours of peace and love,
Kindness and humility,
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This bomb of bitterness will detonate.
Surely, it will one day.
Like clogged volcano.
Explosive,
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Sir Richard Burton, searching for the sources
both of the Nile and women’s privities,
found tribal slavegirls with amazing forces
that stimulated sex proclivities.
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I know you
You are what
You are why
You are when
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The ice melts, Scotland rises from the sea
The wildwood and its fauna, first arrive
The Barn’s Ness house, East Lothian, is built
Broch, Cairn, and Roman ruins still survive
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1.First Wird

Fin ye are waukent
Dae ye takk tent o the souns o the warld?
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While I stood at the door
I noticed
how the depths can suck you in,
can paralyse your heart and soul.
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`I must set fire to my beard today'
The beekeeper's husband said
And the blue tits told the chaffinches
And the chaffinches upped and fled
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It's staunch belief, dear lad, to kill,
‘Branded' enemies, to carry out His will,
For reasons, beyond our comprehension,
As if the world in need of redemption.
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Hard-put must prove magician such delight
Ecstatic to imagine, conjure. Strong
Links reunite split souls that far too long
Expectantly awaited future bright.
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My love is young, so young;
Young is her cheek, and her throat,
And life is a song to be sung
With love the word for each note.
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Beyond the Northern Lights, in regions haunted
Of twilight, where the world is glacier planted,
And pale as Loki in his cavern when
The serpent's slaver burns him to the bones,
I saw the phantasms of gigantic men,
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1.The Castlegate's Mary
The 7th panel carved at the top of the Mercat Cross in Aberdeen's Castlegate, is that of Mary Queen of Scots. After the Battle of Corrichie, Lord John Gordon was executed before Mary in Aberdeen.

Queen Mary views her subject in the toun
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No other man
can ever feel,
like I do feel about you
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For my colony, I am the explorer scout;
I am sent on ahead, to sniff things out.
When I've found something tasty to eat,
Back to the nest, I beat a hasty retreat.
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I keep on walking,
Or is it stumbling?
Perhaps groping,
In the dark of my being.
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(Inspired by “Big Sea # 1 “by Vija Celmins and “Penelope as Painter” by John
Berger,)
I.
It is the sea, Vija, before my eyes —
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As you sit by the window

Do you see the light, or the shadows, dancing out there
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Afternoon heat reflected off the
pavement,
rippling currents of
vapor blurred the horizon. Everything
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Look outside at the moon tonight,
it is shining white so bright.
Blushing in front of sun it runs,
as it is the pillar of domination.
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A flickering idea came from a child
Reflecting an explorer so mild
Asked she, 'why does he look worry? '
Such a young man feels sorry!
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Sagittarius, the archer of lore.
With a personality you will adore.
Philosopher, explorer, open of mind.
Half-horse, half-man, a rare kind.
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Yet mine are higher, holier purposes;
For I will cleave this darkling continent,
As with a sword of intellectual light;
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FIRST of Devon's thousand streams--
(Beside whose banks no poet dreams,
Since to her praise old Drayton fram'd
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Vulnerable to the heart
And all that is there within
When love sends a touch dart
A feeling that goes under the skin
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Because I see how fonts enhance the poems that I know,

I d o w n l o a d when I get the chance, installing as I go.
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On Internet Explorer,
I found a girl called Lora,
She even had a blog for all to see.
So how could I ignore her,
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since 1967, i have been doing three things: learning, teaching and writing poems.
these three things are wisdom of resilience energy theough both ups and downs in life and wilds and woes of chaotic human condition.
honesty is quality of life.
being naive is tolerent in life for future.
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Waking to the blessed melody of rain,
distant thunder, golden flashes near the school.
Resting tired eyes now staring at the stain,
left by the welcome deluge that filled the pool,
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I must report an incident that has disturbed
and troubled me, in fact I needed to partake
of two small tablets of diazepam just to pull through.
It was on Sunday, at the crack of one new dawn.
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There's only one real true American,
A human being here from the start,
Although existing of many tribes,
All nations made whole from each part.
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