Best Drifter Poems
for but a moment
the moon shall rest on the sea
drifting with the tide
Written for Raul's contest.
I love that picture Raul -
His face was so intriguing
Weathered and worn
Yet there was a kindness in his eyes
On a face of solemn and scorn
Skin aged with time and long grey hair
His eyes deep blue
Remained youthful
With a magnetic stare
I couldn’t take my eyes of him
I wanted to know more
About this mysterious stranger
So aloof and so sure
He looked over at me
His magnetic eyes locked in mine
I couldn’t look away
I was mesmerised by those eyes sublime
He got up and walked to the door
I watched him all the while
He stopped and turned around
He looked at me and simply smiled
Thiis mysterious stranger was gone
And even though we never spoke
I will remember that kind face and those eyes
For within me unexpected emotions he evoked
Quote: “Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice”. --Don Blinding
I am a vagabond of heart, destined to roam,
My wandering soul finds solace far from home.
On urban trails, my footsteps stray,
And there, my friend, the tumbleweed, holds sway.
Together, we tumble, roll, and meander,
Through grasslands vast, our spirits meander.
Deer and fawn pause, bewildered by our fate,
As eagles hover above, in silent wait.
With no destination to call our own,
We tumble on, our journey unknown.
The tumbleweed, a companion true,
In solitude's embrace, our bond we renew.
A diaspora meets a diaspore, in chance's dance,
Two wanderers united, by fate's circumstance.
Thoughts of our origins linger in the air,
As we scatter seeds of life and care.
But soon, our paths must part,
As you tumble on, I'll hold you in my heart.
Wondering how our journey will end,
In cold showers or hot ambers, our stories blend.
Is he here?
Can it be?
Straight from Nashville, Tennessee
Luke the Drifter
or a mortal shape shifter.
Hank come here
is it really you?
your tearful words helped me through.
Did really write all those songs
about Miss Audrey and the man who done her wrong?
You smell like beer
and your trail leaves behind a single tear.
You look grim and reek of fear.
Your skinny face leaves a trace
of weakness.
I suddenly woke up!
Dedicated To Hank Williams
1923-1953
R.I.P.
Drifter
Coming in from nowhere,
staying only a moment,
and then moving on.
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know.
What to call you...
by name?
Without family,
left alone but not lonely.
A warrior left behind
in the battle of life.
Separated from those
that mattered...
by those that did not care.
Go home...
There is still time.
Go back and find the path,
that went from your place of worth,
to the realm of chaos.
Prodigal son, loved... missing daughter,
return and find your true value.
Forgiven.
drifter
raises a glass to the holidays
"all 365 of them"
Solitary hour
Momentarily adrift
Armchair traveler
Transitory decades pass
Silently animated.
From a young age he took to the roads,
never staying anywhere for long.
Always singing a cheerful song.
Yet most of the ladies seemed like toads.
Making choices at all crossroads
meeting here and there a tagalong.
Together they travel a furlong
parting when they came to byroads.
You could say that he freeloads
although this would be wrong.
Living off grid he has to be strong
and he lives keeping to road codes.
Jobs he's had by the caseloads
bounced around like a Ping-Pong.
One day meeting a lady in a sarong
soon moved on remembering earlier episodes.
Women passed by like carloads
for few he could tolerate overlong.
To freedom he will continue to belong
chasing the distant dream until he implodes.
For too long, I drifted, on the sea of time,
Presuming, in youth, that it had no end;
But, I was immature, and not bullet-proof,
With no infinite quantity of days to spend;
Within, I lacked impetus, to propel my craft,
For youth had been influencing my thinking;
As my life continued taking on more water,
I feared that my drifting craft was sinking.
Then out of the blue my great deluge came,
Leaving me inundated and without an answer;
I perceived my craft would surely capsize,
I was now an unsuspecting victim of cancer.
As I feverishly bailed, adding additional pitch,
I found a life preserver just for the asking.
All that was required, was that it I’d receive,
Since that day, in God’s light, I’ve been basking.
A Hush falls upon the night,
As conjurations take full flight,
Sashaying through the misty dew
My thoughts drift towards you
Silently asleep lips lightly apart
Rhythmic intakes keeping time with your heart
A sigh, a gasp, a frown,
What could thy dreams be as the rain thunders down?
A smile in the darkness, a tug upon the sheets,
Covering your face as the coldness nibbles at your feet,
Eyes flicker for a moment then the moment is gone,
Soon the spell of the moon shall be broken by chant of a new dawn.
Silence (sadness) interrupted by my thoughts of him (my drifter)
his kiss so soft and sweet (like icing on a cake) eyes dancing (shining)by candlelight
colors of crimson (passion) and blue (serenity) surrounding us
traveling and drifting (in his arms) to unexplored (familiar) places knowing (hoping) that
forever (this moment) we are one
praying for a lifetime (eternity) of waking to his touch
the love of my drifter (a wonderful memory) forever
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
I feel eternity slipping away from me as I drift across the universe...
Feb.24.2016
I am a drifter.
Place to place
To Find a peaceful valley.
I want to lay down my sword,
Stop fighting for a peace that shall never come.
Drift find food and water.
Drift keeping ahead of my enemies.
Drift looking for a world lush and green,
Not blood and battle ridden.
I am a lost soul slain in a battle, fighting for my country.
I am the spirit of peace and harmony, the spirit who guards the soldiers of today.
You may have seen me; you may not ever see me.
For if you stay off the fighting grounds we shall never meet.
You will live a long and plentiful life, if you never enter the grim aspect of war.
You will not drift as I.
Now Jack was a man who had seen much
as an army brat he travelled the world
never really making friends at each stop
he slipped into the role of soldier
Soon was made up to major in the Mps
betrayed by his superiors he began to drift
moving from town to town, just a backpack
to his name doing odd jobs here and there
Trouble seemed to find him where ever he was
always ready to help the underdog sort problems
living under the blanket using president's names
foot loose and certainly fancy free with no ties
Looking for him is like looking for a ghost
your best chance is a message left at his bank
and maybe if he is intrigued enough, he may
just look you up and sort out your strife
One thing you should know for sure
is one morning he will be gone on his way
the vista of the blue unknown calling
for now Jack drifts along life's highways
Based on Jack Reacher books by Lee Childs
written by Shadow Hamilton
contest: Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or a movie) !
MP's short for military police
I gaze upon your placid face
familiar in a strange new place.
Blue eyes a mirror of my own,
why do I still feel so alone?
Weary drifter, a fall from grace.
A moment's lull before the race
then right back to that frantic pace
My life of old is now unknown.
I gaze...
The circle of life's warm embrace
cradles close a fear of disgrace.
On my neck a weighty millstone,
secrets cut deep right to the bone
making their way through time and space.
I gaze...