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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Donald Trump,
A poet, a philosopher,
A reformer, a new looker.
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I never understood much that went before, could never sing hymns at the gate of youth with confidence nor carry myself through uncertain adolescence with conviction; I was always puzzled by geometry and the comatose of algebra drawing a sort of wonder only in the divine mystery of the solemn earth and the sound of ice cream vans down backstreets and the jazzy hum from playgrounds and swimming pools and the quiet cathedral peace of bluebell woods where curiosity blinked at every turn of the knotted path and ivy hung trunks stood defiant along the dipping brook with its mystery of where it had been and where it went - I never understood much about my coming of age where manhood was an advertising falsehood and adulthood was a wound of conformity with its dreaded spectre of responsibility; I always dreamt of someone nobler to be there when I awoke, a confidante to walk the timeless trails, a twinned mind to share the small miracles when light gets through the blinded eye - and then, how sweet, how sweet it was, you appeared from behind the curtain of fate, a gift from divine providence, an answer to a gambler's prayer, how sweet that miracle was, to find you amongst the chimneys and railings of the bleak landscape that went before, a steady hand against the wicked winds of chance, a fellow explorer, my blessed companion, precious as the boundless sky, you turned the heads of lambs as you passed by and the truth of you was the God in everything I adore.
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an explorer may search find a sacred poem written in love liquid rhymes
who can read words understand define universal seeds sacred meanings?
life secrets spread throughout space writen in nature code cosmos riddles
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Braving, as with a heart
That's re-constituted
All fear of the new, and untried
In facing life - that's died!
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Life.
A repeated cycle full of mistakes
With everyone living the life of another,
Claiming it as their new found story.
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O the moon is milk- white tonight!
It seem to cast a surreal light
Over familiar objects.
Making them strange. As I inspect
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A gold eyed schemer, ravenous for glory bound
Steadfastly, held swayed to the latitude round
And Craven plump visions with fervid ambition
Selected his crew of goons on Castiles gilt commission
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It hangs on a nail
At the back of the shed
With a mantle of mould
And a spider's web makes a veil.
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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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A fork of a river diverges
One goes outward towards the sea
The other into unknown origins
Both seeking separate dreams
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