#npmplaces
When things got tough in college
I had a threat I'd always make
"I'm running away to Iceland"
I'd adore never ending summer days
Of road trips to seek out hot springs
And camping wherever my feet take me
Icelandic folklore is steeped in magic
It makes me want to dance on volcanoes
With the lava demons from hekla
But mostly I'd love to be a part of
A culture that isn't afraid of failure
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
roads once
traveled so frequently
lay empty
in the midnight scene
winds
of unknown lands
once swept
through once
fufilled hearts
exotic creatures
perambulate hearts
of the weary
succulent leaves
rustle gently-
perusing untimely
futures
the road stretches on
under
the expectant gaze
of the scolding sun
(b.d.s.)
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
Let's walk down the cobbled road in the rain
We'll come back with pastries and some new books
Let's visit that old castle once again
The boxer boy graffiti's still there, look
The DART dashes on to the city streets
As we bring groceries back to the rise
In a misty garden, there's birds to meet
We set the table under still bright skies
After a plane trip over the east sea
We're finally in Éire with dad's fam'ly
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
*Mumbai, City of dreams
Financial Capital and
Most populated Metropolitan
city in India .
India's premier scientific and
Nuclear Institutes
Are in Mumbai .
The film and Television
Industry also is in Mumbai .
Weather Humid throughout the year.
All this to the world .
For Me
My Favourite city and Place.
The best childhood days spent during Summer Vacations
With extended family .
Juhu beach , a favourite hangout
For us all cousins
A Jing bang of sorts :)
Making sand castles
Jumping in and out
of the
Sea waves together
Holding hands
Shouting out aloud .
Memories Memories And Memories
Never Let them go.
In fact ,
Make many More
With the Gen-Next ..
That's what I am in for !!*
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
I had walked on this lands
when I was young
The green nature ,
magnificent horses ,
multicoloured birds ,
the blue sky ,
tall trees , scattered sunrays
and wild flora and fauna
accompanied me on this walk
around this beautiful island .
This nature's land
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
I'm writing this poem
At 10:24.
But in Guatamala
I'm writing this poem
At 8:25.
Time is relative.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC
In the last
three decades,
after we became one,
I touched
amazingly beautiful things,
horribly ugly things,
unbelievably wondrous things
I touched nature's majesty;
hued walls of the Grand Canyon,
crusty bark of the
Redwoods and Sequoias,
live corals of the
Great Barrier Reef,
dreamlike sandstone of the Wave
I touched magical and strange;
platypus, koalas and
kangaroos Down Under,
underwater alkali flies and
lacustrine tufa at Mono Lake,
astral glowing worms
in the Kawiti caves
I touched holy places;
Christianity's oldest churches,
the Pope's home in the Vatican,
Hindu and Sikh temples and
Moslem mosques in India,
Anasazi's kivas of Chaco canyon,
Aboriginal rocks of Uluru and Kata Tjuta
I touched glimmers of civilization;
uncovered roads of Pompeii,
fighting arenas of Rome,
terra cotta armies of Xian,
sharp stone points of the Apache,
pottery shards from the Navajo,
petroglyphs by the Jornada Mogollon
I touched fantastical things;
winds blowing on the
steppes of Patagonia,,
playas and craters of Death Valley,
high peaks of the Continental Divide,
blazing white sands of the
Land of Enchantment
I touched icons of liberty
and freedom;
the defended Alamo,
a fissured Liberty Bell,
an embracing Statue of Liberty,
the harbor of Checkpoints
Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie
I touched glorious things
made by man;
the monstrous Hoover Dam,
an exquisite Eiffel tower,
a soaring St Louis Arch,
an Art deco Empire State Building,
the sublime Golden Gate Bridge
I touched sparks from history;
the running path of an
Olympic flame just off Bourbon,
the last steps of Mohandas Ghandi
at Birla House before Godse,
Hitler's Eagle's nest and the
grounds over Der Führerbunker
I touched walls of power;
enclosed rings of the Pentagon,
steep steps of the
Great Wall of China,
untried bastions of
Peter and Paul's fortress,
fitted boulders of Machu Picchu
I touched strong hands;
of those conquering
Rommel's and Hitler's hordes,
of cold warriors of
Chosin Reservoir,
of forgotten soldiers of Vietnam,
of terrorist killers of today
I touched memories of war;
the somber Vietnam memorial,
the glorious Iwo Jima statue,
the cold slabs at Arlington,
the buried tomb of USS Arizonians,
Volgograd's Mother Russia
I touched ugly things;
shreds of light in
Port Arthur's prison,
horrible smelly dust
in the streets from 9/11,
ash impregnated dirt
in the pits at Auschwitz
I touched oppressed freedom;
open ****** plazas
of Tiananmen Square,
smooth pipe and concrete
of the Berlin Wall,
tall red brick walls
of the Moscow Kremlin
I touched constrained freedom;
heavy ankle and
wrist slave chains
in the South,
little windows
in Berlin's Stasi prison,
haunted cells in Alcatraz
I touched remnants of madness;
wire and ovens of Auschwitz,
stacked chimneys and
wooden bunks of Birkenau,
Ravensbruck, and Dachau,
the tomb of Lenin,
toppled Stalins
I touched hands of survivors;
of Leningrad's siege,
of German POWs and
of Russian fighters
of Stalingrad's battle,
of Cancer's scourges
I touched grand things;
deep waters of the Pacific and Atlantic,
blue hills of Appalachia,
towering peaks of the Rockies,
high falls of Yosemite Valley,
bursting geysers of Yellowstone,
crashing glaciers of Antarctica and Alaska
I touched times of adventure;
abseiling and zipping in Costa Rica,
packing Pecos wilds and Padre isles,
flying nap of earth Hueys to Meridian,
breaking arms in JRTC's box,
fighting Abu Sayyaf, and Jemaah
Islami in Zamboanga City
I touched through you;
wet sand beaches of Mexico and Jamaica,
mysterious energy of the monoliths of Stonehenge,
rarefied air in front of the
Louvre's Mona Lisa,
ancient wonders of Giza,
Egypt's tombs and pyramids
We shared soft touches;
drifting in Bora Bora's
surreal waters,
joining hands camel trekking the
Outback's dry sands,
strolling along Tasmania's
eucalyptus forest trails
basking in swinging hammocks
under Fiji's bright sun,
scrambling in
Las Vegas' glittering and
red rock canyons,
kissing under the
Taj Mahal's symphony of arches
We shared touching deep waters;
propelled in gondolas
through the city of canals,
Drifting atop Uru cat boats on Lake Titticaca,
Swooping in jet boats
up a wild river in Talkeetna
Racing in speed boats
around Sydney's great harbour,
skimming in pangas in Puerto Ayora,
paddling the Kennebec for
East's best petroglyphs,
cruising Salzbergwerk's underwater lake
We touched scrumptious things;
Beignets and chicory coffee at DuMonde's in the Big Easy,
Hot *** with sesame sauce
in the walled city of Xian,
Peking duck, dimsum, scorpions,
snake and starfish on Wangfujing Snack Street
We touched delicious things
Crawfish heads and tails at JuJu's shack
and ten years at Jeanette's,
Langoustine at Poinciana's, Fjöruborðinus and Galapagos,
Cream cheese and loch bagels
at Ess-a' s in the Big Apple
I touched your hand riding;
hang loose waves of Waikiki,
a big green bus in Denali's awesomeness,
clip clopping carriages of Vienna, Paris,
Prague, New Orleans, Krakow,
Quebec City, and Zakopane,
the acapella sugar train of St Kitts
We shared touching on paths;
the highway 1 of Big Sur,
the Road of the Great Ocean,
the bahn to Buda and Pest,
the path to the North of Maine,
the trail of the Hoh rainforest,
and time after time, the way home
Yet,
I could spend
the next three decades,
in simple bliss,
having need for
touching nothing,
other than you!
© 2016 Jim Davis
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
Little square boxes
Keiseki, kei cars, saiku
A gigantic heart
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
There is a place i go to hide
There is a place where i wished i had died
There is a place somehwere near
Where i have often gone and cried
This place i tried to share
But no one seemed to care
To me it was magical
Buf i didn't really dare
To hope that they could see
Because this place encompassed me
And wasnt about them
It was where i had come to be
To be who i am now
Its where i found
Out who i truly was
Its where my heart was bound
I went there often
I havent been back
I miss it
That beautiful rooftop
Where i would sit
And cry
Or wish i could die
Or think about suicide
Or where i would go
When there was no one home
And i could sit and think
I miss my rooftop
It was my place.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Once there was a lady, from the Isle of emerald green
the most marvelous her eyes, any man, has ever seen
they sparkled and they shined
and many a man, that pined
for the lass was so inclined, to love, and leave the scene
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
A country that the world left behind
when rubber could be made by man.
The country that slaves found home.
I love this country
that I haven't set
foot on it's soil
yet.
I want to walk it's
dusty trails into
rainforests and
hidden tribes.
I want to sing with
all the vagabonds
ragamuffins &
castaways.
It's a country unknown
a frontier to discover.
A place to call home
maybe...
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC