#lands
far, far away lands, who peer behind the curtains of my words,
and stun me into the ponderous, absolute silence
of a snowfall deeply forested,
find meaning in my words
that confounds me
beyond belief,
appearing silently
like the quietude investitured
in a unique universe of e~falling
white grained uniquely shaped
snowflakes,
a blissful sounding that ironically cannot be heard, but be
only sensed through vision and tongued taste buds and
bare skin
such a snowfall blanks me au courant,
from a new place,
where I have never trod,
though my ancestors came from there
a century and a half
ago
and this symmetry surprises me….
I thought though,
my shadings are/were explicitly
hidden hintings,
that oft escape from me,
and escape from
even
me,
as my owned but unsensed
realizations
but as I observe the steady falling snow blanking the eastern entirety
of. these united states,
from Polska
come bytes of my soul,
returned to me,
mined from me,
explicated,
extracted,
from me
and I am
uncovered by them,
just as the inches of fresh snow,
that covers me,
comes from recirculating
ancient waters,
revisiting today as snow,
asking me,
why are you surprised?
Sun Jan26 11:28 am
New York City
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
Great stone dragons,
Teeth like knives, wild eyes,
Guard the steps.
Thin women in black,
Solemn as mourners,
Watch us from the gates.
A guide in a tall hat
Welcomes us, bows low,
Palms against the sky.
We’ve travelled far
By boat and rail to reach this place,
This mysterious jadegreen land;
Yet even here, where many-headed gods
Once had such silent authority,
And even today the lizard Antiquity
Slithers and crawls,
The McDonald’s on the corner
Is crowded with Americans.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 2:54 PM UTC
In all my iterations, and my frequent reiterations,
Introspection reflection, run a muck, I find it unnecessary
To talk to God; the reason being quite simple, is
It and I are in constant dialogue, nary a pause, chattering
Round the clock, 24 seven, night and day, sleep interruptus,
I think to myself God has some nerve,
why can't he bother others?
in other parts of the world…
And so he does!
Visitors from far away lands, and languages I do not understand, but applaud their attempts to decipher the English one, that we share in common; if the lands are exotic, the names are more delightfully so, almost ****** It excites and titillates, to greet these kindred souls whose words be greeted by puzzlement, intrigue, like the delight of rediscovering vanilla, it's the same language spoken differently!
and god smiles and says:
"knew you would eventually speak my soul language!'"
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
Two ancient eagles often meet
free and high, celebration dancing our death spiral or mating dance.
Flying over this weeping willow forest lands we found
Our white willow tree bark healing properties own
salicylic acid relieving pains and inflammations.
Our beautiful pendular branches, the weeping willow trees of us, symbols of fertility are; out willow trees grow best by side roads by body of water rivers lakes, or ponds. And us special eagles, mate by the sea.
And like us our willows of life attract scary snakes, but also birds bees butterflies, cocoons moths many diverse birds make a home in us. Our willow trees seem to hide a fertil sadness within.
In our roots, creatures find habitat restauration erosion control and perfect ******** growth of 6 to 8 inches length.
Our willow trees filter poisons grows quickly and live longer with a human touch like ours.
Our weeping willow tree established root systems decontaminating water and soil.
Raindrops drip down our leaves. My weeping is called pillow P****y willow tree.
When our weeping tree grows largest it casts a grave size shadow and a family member goes supernovae or so it's written.
Thank you my weeping willow tree, sweet poet mine for placing baby blankets under our weeping willow tree.
Your invitation uncovered accepted loved and cherished eternally.
To the one poet Sonnet 75 my
True love, this one honors the day my smile captured thine heart, my weeping willow my everything beloved.
~~~
Inspired by a tree of life planted in my honor once upon a time.
~~~
By: Mr And Mrs Andrews
Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 1:57 AM UTC
We found our best sly roundabout way
Moving money from government sway
Bitcoin is strong - they cannot halt
The elegant network, or break the vault
Hayek foresaw the deeply set need
To better the money, minus the greed
With interest rate that’s naturally found
And not distorted, lowered or bound
Bitcoin, the peaceful revolution
A useful decentralized solution
Stops debasement & halts the power
Of looters who seek to steal each hour
Enhances freedom across the lands
Adds real value into people’s hands
Friedrich Hayek had this truth to say
We must find a sly roundabout way
Apr 14, 2023
Apr 14, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC
The security of a nation
By armies, tanks, and guns
Expends a lot of energy
But protects our lands and funds
It’s cheaper to defend ourselves
With flowers in children’s hands
But it won’t be as effective
In defending our lives and lands
The cryptographic proof of work
Has served us well for years
It’s not the same as proof of stake
Which will end in regret and tears
True consensus takes some work
This is a feature, not a bug
Bitcoin was built with energy
Not with flowers - not with hugs
Flowers and hugs are mighty fine
But won’t make a network secure
It takes a lot of energy
To make the ledger safe and sure
Oct 9, 2022
Oct 9, 2022 at 10:40 AM UTC
Hunting in exotic lands
Today we made an encounter
To never go home she cheerfully vowed
To never ever think of her children's athirstness
To deprive them life and never send anything
To replace them with foreign fruits of her never tiring womb
She has decided to make her legs
'her' source of provisions......
I concluded.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 2:38 AM UTC
We were two distinct lands divided by light
in my forests slept a cold penumbra
in your savannahs shone the blazing sun.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
Above me, the great zone of sky
Where wonder and darkness forever hide
In her a sad and lonely guise
So blue, so kind,
a lasting cry.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
I visited the same beach,
The beach of our sobriety,
It's there in my memories.
I touched & felt there the sands of time,
The time that we spent in togetherness,
It's a time in that recycle bin of the past.
I shall forget you forever, soon,
This tide of time will help me,
It's going to immerse that sand castle.
I let my ship find her angel,
The angel of my dreams,
It's not long before I touch her.
I see myself visiting her lands,
The lands of beauty and Bihu,
It's just that I realized ships must sail on.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
looking into
your eyes,
i wouldn't think
of getting lost
in them.
instead,
your eyes
are a getaway
where i find myself.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
My hands pull
the horizon down
charting lands unexplored
by my eyes
the horizon tossed
to the floor
the world has
never looked this
beautiful.
I have charted
many similar maps
But none of
those I wanted
to get lost
but now I
don't care if
I forever stay
wandering.
I stare into
those celestial constellations
and study the
stories they tell
worship the fire
that now ignites
the hearth within
this ramshackle skeleton
Finally
My
Flesh
Grows
And
I
Can
Feel
Love(d).
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
a fire spiteful
raced across lands clad in trees
a fire spiteful
burning with a vengeance dreadful
boughs weren't spared from high degrees
flaming the rule to its decrees
a fire spiteful
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
There are things about you
I want to understand,
but just cannot,
and there are things about you
that I understand
without understanding.
You are to me
what a rain is to a dry land,
what a fragrance is to a flower,
what a moon is to a dark sky,
do they ever get bored
of your repeating appearances,
no,
in fact that one night
when the moon decides to sleep,
the sky feels so lonely, as if
it has lost its core.
And I am like that sky
I always want you,
no matter what shades or shapes you grow into,
because never once I tried too understand you,
but rather I always tried to feel you, a moment more.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC
A fiery bush paints the surface of my soul with desolation
Venomous air leads to my dreadful silent suffocation
I know fear is manifested through our imagination
But I can still feel its tormenting hopeless paralyzation
I agonizingly die within when I'm in isolation
My dark sinister thoughts talk with strong elaboration
More and more my broken earthly vessel is salvation
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
I wish
I wish
upon a star
That I could gather you
in my arms
and take you far
Far, far away
On a cloud made for two
A cloud
made especially for me
and for you
To whisk us away
from lands
filled with anguish and pain
To lands with no illness
Only good health and happiness again
To lands where together
we'd grow
old
and grey
As husband and wife
forever we'd stay
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
settlers came to the frontier lands
holding guns in their seizing hands
the tribal people's tears and blood
fell on the earth in a torrential flood
they'd been dispossessed of terrain
so lasting was the anguishing pain
their ancient grounds ceded away
to the occupier's colonizing sway
the Indians of the vast Dakota plains
had a culture under great strains
the foot-print put down by forebears
was nearly lost like the brown bears
yet the spirit of the tribes still survive
in their ancestral territory it's alive
they've a heritage enduring of flow
which is seen in the sun's risen glow
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
World is full of ****** and rascals
Satan surpasses all innocent angels
Darkness is more with less candles
Hence world goes on in ***** circles
Holy robes portray all filth and dirt
Nakedness goes just up to the skirt
***** hearts and eyes seek comfort
Greed is there to make them pervert
Let hearts and eyes be clear and clean
So that reality cherishes just to be seen
With impure blood people are so mean
Barren lands can not be fertile and green
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
Listening to the stories of lands far away,
Oftentimes finding the golden sheen,
Lured away by a buttery light.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Her visions of Heaven's lands,
Spectacles of repose so grand,
Summer floral perfumes,
Velvet pastures for rooms,
Eternal light so divine,
Ambrosia, sweeter than wine,
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Gnarled, old but natural,
Her songs, hymns so musical,
Her life well spent, faithful,
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Her dreams came true, that's grand,
Souls in repose, in Summerland,
Her visions of Heaven's lands,
Yes, I recall our Grandma's hands.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC