Best Journeys Poems
Some journeys are worth
the cost –
some are not...
and we do pay, one
way or another; even those taken
by mind alone have an Electrical
Transit-fee – the price of a meal’s
stored energy –
also, time, when foolishly
wasted, equates to wealth squandered
(time is money, I’ve been told)
but, the greatest loss, a chance to
increase one’s capacity for love –
which, I sense, is the only resource,
of any value, that would have
merit
beyond
the grave…
Scintillating lights softly dancing with the moon
dreamy music playing from the halls of our memory
this is your story and this is mine
Tall willowy blades of grass leaning gently towards hills
midnight fantasies that calm our weary minds
this is your place and this is mine
Secrets of lives yet untold beneath the honest stars
each thought becomes a healing bless of joyful rest
this is your moment of glory and also mine
Glide with me towards tomorrow leave behind all sorrow
join the magic of night's journey and come away with me
this is your story, and it is also mine.
On life's journeys do we stop to reflect
take stock of where we have been
Asking pointed questions helps us select
a path forward to avoid taint of sin
Where have we been? Where are we going?
To Whom will we report in the end?
In order to reap, we have to keep sowing
Lovingly, our gardens to tend
The World slowly changes,
Everything in time renews,
Eventually they’ll make history
Out of tomorrow’s news.
The poor will get poorer as
The rich demand more and more,
Just the thickness of a wage slip
Keeping poverty from the door.
The politicians will argue,
Send armies off to fight,
Each side insisting they
Are the ones in the right.
The population changes as
The generations move on
With maybe a small chance they’ll
Leatn from mistakes of those gone.
The planet keeps on circling
On its predictable run
To inevitable immolation with
The fiery death of the Sun.
Will we have by then escaped,
Travelled long and far
To a new welcoming planet
Orbiting a different star,
The long held dreams
Of the virile Human Race
To expand our influence
Into deep Outer Space?
And will we treat that planet
Like a home of value and worth
Or will we wreck and plllage it
The way we did Old Mother Earth?
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Miss Honey Bunny has been all over the world and even in space.
She likes to tell her stories of each happy and special place.
She's a beautiful bunny with soft white fur and around her neck she wears a necklace of pearls.
She has long white ears with a bit of pink at each tip and a snowball tail that's the fluffiest of all for a bunny so small.
On her first adventure she tells the story of her flight with dragons while in her little pink wagon.
They fly her all around in the sky giving her a big bunny smile as butterflies flutter her stomach inside.
The dragons continue to soar higher with Miss Honey Bunny up above the clouds with the colors of gum drops of how she wished she could stop.
If she could fly she would hop on top of each one and take a taste in this very special place.
The dragons continue in flight with Miss Honey Bunny hanging on tight.
Pass the clouds they go to the top of the moon that looks like a big yellow balloon.
But Miss Honey Bunny has asked the dragons not to stop because she was afraid it might pop.
So they soared even higher reaching the endless Milky Way and she saw all the stars twinkling like children at play.
One star soared to the Earth down below and three more followed each giving a bright glow.
Miss Honey Bunny felt she was flying threw snow and she thought she could move each one with a gentle blow.
Now the darkness of the night and the long day of soaring with the dragons in flight.
Has made Miss Honey Bunny wishing for bed and a goodnight.
So the dragons soar her back to her home in the woods in her little pink wagon.
Jumping down with a hop she gives hugs to all her friends the dragons not wanting to see them go.
But tomorrow she knows will bring a new journey of far away places for Miss Honey Bunny to share as she sits upon her chair.
She will share her journeys with every child so when they go to sleep tonight they will know they have been a part of her wonderful flight.
Follow Miss Honey Bunny on her next new adventure: Where the Bumble Bee Flies
T Reams
Traveling the roads of destiny
many surprises to be found
each leading to some new beauty
Some journeys taken most blithely
for exotic places we are bound
traveling the roads of destiny
Fabulous sights from balcony
of spires and ancient battlegrounds
each leading to some new beauty
Journeys some take with ceremony
for new places we are now bound
traveling the roads of destiny
Paths reach out in disharmony
the right one has to be now found
each leading to some new beauty
Some of them full of tyranny
the awful silence of no sound
traveling the roads of destiny
each leading to some new beauty
I have my ticket for the train that's to come.
I packed my bags just before dawn.
I hear the train as it's whistle blows
lots of people here with places to go.
I stood on the deck of the station's gate
smiling because for this trip, I'm not late.
I haven't seen mother, since I don't know when
and Dad's rosy cheeks and dimpled chin.
The train pulled in and the ticket master calls
Line up everyone, luggage and all.
I hurried my way to the front of the line
for I wanted a window seat for the view of
the next 100 miles.
Once I was seated and the journey began
I realized how much I had missed the country
side and all I could do was grin.
The sound of the engine and the way the steam
rolled, made me feel I was getting closer to home.
The smell of fresh bread from the diner car did
my nose greet, so I went to the diner car for a bite
to eat.
The colors of the trees and barns, painted lovely
pictures full of charm. A long journey it sure was
but seeing my family again filled my heart with so
much love.
Hours of travel finally did pass and the Conductor
called out to the passengers at last.
"Old Grove Landing just up ahead, make sure you have
your luggage as your journey has come to an end".
As the train pulled in, Oh! what a site, three smiling faces
waiting for me that special night. 1/16/2015
Last great Adventure
The road had, for some strange, mysterious reason, beckoned.
There was to be one more great adventure, I had reckoned.
Alone ?, maybe ?, - this fair haired, green eyed Lady –
would she consider being my companion ?, just maybe
she will contemplate, join me – this autumn green
eyed beauty – as in my wildest of breams seen.
Journeys End
I have come back to a lesser place, than before.
My Princess no longer – closeness no more –
After the plane landed – she seem to close the door
on all the beauty we shared – from shore to shore.
I wonder ?, where will she take us – to what place ?,
what plane ?, what will be my fate ?, what will I face ?,
during the days to come ?, photos, memories, out of the race ?
or will she ignore and encourage me to give up the chase ?
B, J. “A ” 2
September 7th 2007
journeys
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discoveries
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Joseph May's In Just A Few Words
10/30/2020
Journeys, Translation of Etiemble’s tercets: Voyages by T. Wignesan
For André Gâteau
(End rhyme scheme: aab, ccd, aab, eed in the original, the first and third tercets beginning
with “Pour vous…” and constituting one complex sentence each. One would do well to bear
in mind in this poem that Etiemble was the foremost authority on Arthur Rimbaud’s poetry.)
For you all over I laid out
my oases, all their date palms
in the tiresome desert without wells,
where the salts of nitrous valleys,
for you* only and your hollow hips
squeaked with the leaps of camel calves.
For you only I stretched out
the fine lace of the poplars
over the blue shirt of the nights
and scoured out of this bone
the winding sheet of dead stars
a place to lie as long as mine.
* “tu”: second person “you”.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Power of Journeys
New horizons speak in hope and pull me to Pablo Neruda’s country
‘Twenty poems of love’ inspired by Santiago Robinson Crusoe Island
Serene landscapes volcanoes Andean mountains are outspokenly funky
I seek the space vibes vastness Chilean seduction loudly and silent
Few books opened my voice more than ‘The Gulag Archipelago’ scripted
by Alesandr Solzhenitsyn and thus my eyes have to explore the Siberian Plain
Despite all that ice a melting pot of souls minds and cultures encrypted
I need to welcome silence once more and Lake Baikal into my inner terrain
‘The Paradise of the Blind’ with heart blooded ink by Duong Thu Huong
wants exploration quiet reflection uncontaminated comprehension
Nature wrapped in philosophy the Mekong Delta is where I belong
Peace solitude reclusion at times require my full travelling attention
On this voyage Pinochet Stalin and Ho Chi Min can stay in their grave
Blending and mixing with beauty wise words Mother Earth is what I crave
Hot humid heatwave
Discomfort percolates long;
Sudden drenching rain
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Sexy curvy strides
Vibrant elegance catwalks;
Hungry eyes focus
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Two stray cats fighting
Furious body language here;
Small tigers draw blood
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Ancient atmosphere
Old tea house in the city;
Strange calligraphy
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Bus-stop commotion
Two drunken men in a brawl;
Tipsy foreign tongues
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Temple bells sounding
Distant chanting rituals heard;
Prayer for our times
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Late night wordplay moves
Missing lines stray on the verge;
Nothing much to say
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Abrupt morning rain
Disrupts our simple routine;
Extra sleepy dreams
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Here journeys begin
Trace cryptic constellations;
Dream upon a dream
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Joy and peace appeal
Insidious intent conspires;
Clash of conflicts hurl
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Little red-dot nation
Multi-lingual harmony;
Hypertensive calm
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Beware of conflicts
Sensitive notions preside;
Keep the status quo
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The Singapore wave
Echoes of the Kallang roar;
SEA Games here in June
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Pretty play on stilts
Comely countenance lights May;
Orchard Road hazard
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Listen to dawn light
Hurl dazzling colours that play;
Blurry eyes awake
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Moment of madness
Reason clowning with passion;
Edgy concoctions
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Being one with you
So many years of pure joy;
Love writes fond passage
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May masquerades well
Contradicts odd intentions;
Old memories curl
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Leon Enriquez
12 May 2015
Singapore
Journeys begin
Watch pulse of heart;
Intent conspires
Old Casuarina tree
By school compound;
Witness to history
Stormy morning
Thunder and lightning;
Moody weather lashing
My old school dome
Now a museum;
To cement yesterday
Book shop retreat
Between covers;
Too much to know
Tour agency desk
Brisk bookings;
Now here or somewhere?
Chinatown hotspot
People congregate;
Worship by shopping
Ancestral shrine
We commune here;
Our forebears await
Clogged intersections
Crossroad commentary;
Noisy traffic jam
Leon Enriquez
31 July 2014
Singapore
Railway journeys
Lost are travel times,
Dressed in best for the wedding,
Took an express train,
Landed up with soot on clothes,
And coal flakes in silky hair !!
Tanka- 5/7/5/7/7
Written Jan 22nd, 2015
For contest "Railway journeys" by Shadow Hamilton
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It came down, in the end, to starlight...
dusted lashes blinking,
eyes trailing intricate arms of galaxies,
thinking with breaths of blood,
eons of blood...
one second...one life.
Wait for me,
I will meet you at the edge of dawn.
It came down, in the end, to starlight...
raised hands translucent,
nails embedding tenuous holds
as universes streamed past...
the footprints...
one song...one time.
Talk to me,
I will tell you of the edge of dawn.
It came down, in the end, to starlight...
etching flame-aura shadows
around ancestors, scarred and sleek...
for laws bound to the
beginning...the end.
Walk with me,
we go to the edge of dawn.
And there, sit with our kind, the home
we always sought...
beyond the speed of sight...
in our hands the while...
there to greet us at the Door
forever open...starlight.
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