Best My Wandering Soul Poems
Beside the still waters he leadeth me
Shepherd of my wandering soul
I do not want for anything, you see,
My shepherd has made me whole.
I have walked the treacherous path
But I did not need to be afraid
The rod and staff my shepherd hath
I can lie down in both sun and shade.
When I am tired and, oh, so weary
He renews my spirit, replenishing,
Restoring my spirit when I am dreary
Goodness and mercy are my finishing.
I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
And drink of the living water of life
The shepherd gives to all his adored
Who seek peace and flee from strife.
Written June 3, 2021
#40 on Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
June 10, 2021
Written: October 23, 2023
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In an expanse full of vibrant marvels, I roam.
A restless poet soul, aiming for a spot to call home.
Amid storms and destiny's unremitting draw.
I sustain to propel upward, my spirit strong flaw.
Stand shoulder close by with the towering trees.
I still sway, in sequence states of sublime sleaze.
Having both a zesty sanity and a nexus soul.
I am a lover of tales and contemporary tole.
At a wooden desk, wrapped with trepidation.
I reveal the enigmas unveiled in my orientation.
Salvaged from time, akin to riches of the past.
I dabble with words, trying to craft a story to last.
In frostbitten palms, emotions nestling deep,
I decry solace in the icy promises they keep.
Quenched by the whispers of wind and icy breath,
I let my thoughts wander, defying death.
Inside my mind, a world unfolds,
Where stories are told and destinies are bold.
With each word written, a new chapter unfurls
As the wanderer's tale takes flight and twirls.
Through wooden limbs and ancient lore,
I paint a canvas of emotions galore.
From the storms of passion to the calm of peace,
Every word I write, every line I release,
Carries the essence of my wandering soul,
A tapestry of longing, of life's intricate toll.
For in the words I weave, my spirit finds release,
And the wanderer's tale finds its eternal peace.
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.
Memories on Branches
There is a time that I recall
a memory I hold so dear
a place to keep my wandering soul
to find a God or use my mind
and search for peace outside the void
I found a cabin made of wood
and furnished it with only good
to lay in repose for a destined time
the face of Winter will arrive late
to allow me time to meditate
I walked outside my quaint abode
and felt the cold breeze in the air
covered branches of ice and snow
spreading its arms to say hello
my cheeks are red my sweater white
the sky began to cast a light
the sunshine came and smiled at me
the warmth on my face as an omen of love
that Spring will come to change the days
I sauntered in the early Spring
toward a leeward path where bluebirds sing
and apple blossoms here and there
bearing pollen for the bees to sate
and someday an apple will emerge
a natural friend in Edens field
the branches will sprout baby leaves
as children in a novice site and a raindrop
will nourish the promised land
anon to be joined by its brothers of Rain
Summers dew is in the morn
Sols hot hands have touched the earth
and fauna come to quench their thirst
and by the Water of Llfe I join their quest
to bath in its glory and drink from its gift
it beams on the lake a reflection of blue
and fish swim by a butterfly sits on a rose
to strike a pose for Currier and Ives
I’m overwhelmed by the sight
but I long for the coolness of the night
To rest on a branch and stare at the Moon
to await a new season that will be here soon
Autumn has come and has splashed its hues
from the color of leaves it has given the news
as they fall from their branches and lay on the ground
a tapestry of color is drawn in ocher, brown and red
I continue down the path with a same colored shirt
with loose fitting pants being held with a belt
I have blended with Nature and created a Psalm
a song for ages for I have become a beacon of light
a guide for all seasons to give me a sign
My memories have colors, sights, sighs and cries
and feelings of highs to see what can change
without fear or strife
as my world dissipates there is no fear of death
just an unending breadth of Life
© Ralph Sergi
Leaning towards the pride of Hoboken,
I learned to listen with both ears —
And my wandering soul—
Whose cellar harbours old kegs of sweet
Songs that warm the spirits and embolden one
With just one hum of that pleasantly unique voice,
So frank and euphonious
That I crave love.
Like wind,
You will never know
Where I came from or where I go to;
You only feel so...
Like lightning,
You can't predict
When and where you'll see me strike...
Like deserts,
How far will you go
To find my oasis?
How far until you feel dehydrated and dried...
Like thunder,
You can only assume my resoundings...
Like fires,
How far will the flames span and spread?
What many things will get scorched and pulverized?
You can only try
To ease the blaze or let it burn...
Like plants,
How deep do my roots go?
How well and far will I flourish?
You can only nourish me and let me be...
Like oceans,
You will never know
How far my tides may rise;
You can only sink or swim...
Like me,
There isn't just light and dark,
There are both; gray, neutrality, balance;
You can only leave me, hate me or love me...
From barrened lands,
Ash and bones,
I make my return...
From hardships and badlands,
From dark skies and stormy sights,
From betrayals and departures,
From delusions and deceptions,
I will return...
From rebirthings,
From ascendance,
From ink and spills,
From my deep heart,
From my infinite mind,
From my wandering soul,
I return...
From many chosen paths in life,
And lessons learned towards wisdom,
We forge and create our own consequences...
My mind drifts off into an hourglass of lost time,
Wondering if tomorrow will bring a new page,
For my nighttime journal is full of verses and rhyme,
And insight with inspiration comes with age.
Wondering if tomorrow will bring a new page,
I see a journey with a path to unknown destinations,
And insight with inspiration comes with age,
For the Lord has given me countless celebrations.
I see a journey with a path to unknown destinations,
I have roads with dreams coming true with no fear,
For the Lord has given me countless celebrations,
Each milestone an accomplishment, far and near.
I have roads with dreams coming true with no fear,
With insight that tomorrow's hope will always last,
Each milestone an accomplishment, far and near,
And that hourglass seems to be draining fast.
With insight that tomorrow's hope will always last,
I feel freedom to choose desires to fulfill my fate,
And that hourglass seems to be draining fast,
I can only pray that my wandering soul isn't too late.
I feel freedom to choose desires to fulfill my fate,
For my nighttime journal is full of verses and rhyme,
I can only pray that my wandering soul isn't too late,
My mind drifts off into an hourglass of lost time.
June 27, 2017
PT 1
Endless nights
And desperate days
Nothing seems to break
This depressing haze
Of a life once cherished
But now broken to hell
I can’t seem to escape from
This imprisoning cell
Lifeless and spent
Are my nerves and my will
I don’t even know
If I’m able to feel
Desolate and bare
My emotions are dead
Nothing inside
But this impending dread
Please give me a sign
Or a glimpse of your face
To at least let me know
I still have a place
Or offer me your hand
And I’ll use all my might
To grasp it in mine
And hold to it tight
Renew my torn heart
And my wandering soul
Fill it with life
And a reason to grow old
I’ll trust in your kindness
And praise I will give
For giving me just
One reason to live
PT 2
My sanity’s back
I can see clear again
Not wanting to return
To that place I had been
It all was a lie
A fake and a sham
It made me forget
All who I am
I rejoice in my freedom
And sing life’s sweet song
For finding my way back
To the place I belong
You showed me the meaning
Of what life was meant for
You gave me my wings
So again I may soar
So straight to them I will fly
For inside I have won
In realizing the reason
Was two not just one,
It was the love and the need
Of my two beloved sons
I often dreamed of the lofty place
Where my wandering soul would rest in grace
Where peace like a long lost friend
Would lie upon my wasted breast
And the smile of an innocent child
Carved deep into my wearied face
Thus earth be gone and heavens bliss await
All the pilgrims at the gate
God guide my wandering soul
And light my perilous paths,
For I'm just a little man.
Cloth my soft nudity
And protect my head from folly,
For I'm a little man.
Smite my adversaries
And win my battles,
For I'm a little man.
Feed my belly
And slate my thirst,
For I'm a little man.
Forbid that I should die young
In fear of sudden wealth
Or the coming of immodest fame,
For I'm a little man.
I'm a little man,
Lord forgive my folly
And pardon my blasphemies,
Because I'm a little man.
I dare not look
Look and let me see
See your hands flow
Flow on skin
Skin not mine
Mine how I wish it be
Be breaking me for a while
While I'm watching you crawl
Crawl on someone
Someone feeling your touch
Touch for which I long
Long this day is
Is this just a dream
Dream about reality
Reality I'll never know
Know when I learn
Learn I wish to do
Do me a favor
Favor me tonight
Tonight please do tell
Tell me how to be
Be good enough for you.
Ignite the flame
Flame my wandering soul
Sole purpose knowing you
You showing the way
Way to make you mine
Mine even though I know
Know nothing is perfect
Perfect is having flaws
Flaws I do not care
Care I'm willing to share
Share with one I love
Love will make me smile
Smile and make me yours
Yours is all I wish
Wish to be one day
Day you let
Let me burst in flames
Flames of holding hands.
Time is my friend
Friend bringing wisdom
Wisdom of knowing
Knowing I can't make
Make this dream come true
True moment might come
Come and make us feel
Feel the time is right
Right the feelings are
Are we becoming one
One beneath the sky
Sky of hungry eyes.
I kissed the night like an old lover, in memory of days long past,
drinking from its shadows like a deep, unsettling crimson wine,
loneliness wore a velvet cloak, silky and heavy like a forgotten dream,
and I, a smile stitched with threads of melancholy, let myself be lost in the evening's decline.
The moon, a silent witness, watched over our dance of shadows and longing,
whispering stories from long ago, where time stretches and thins,
and the stars, those jewels scattered across the dark sky,
reflected in the night’s glass, adding a touch of eternity.
On empty streets, the echo of my steps was the perfect accompaniment,
for the symphony of silence singing in my heart with a note of nostalgia,
each dark corner revealed the secrets of a world hidden from view,
where shadows danced gracefully in the pale light of old lanterns.
In this embrace with the night, I found a peace that the day refuses,
a silence that speaks with the voice of a lost but never forgotten love,
and in that suspended moment, I understood that the night is not just darkness,
but a canvas of hidden emotions, a mirror of my wandering soul.
Thus, I will continue to kiss the night like a rediscovered old lover,
to drink from its shadows, to lose myself in the velvet of loneliness,
for in this waltz of shadows and light, I find the truth of my being,
a truth that shines brighter than any ray of light.
I breathe fire like a dragon killing demons
And I fight hard to kill the devils in my heart
I blow steam like an engine running through the night
Keep pumping ‘else my motor’s gonna fall apart
I survey down like a falcon during midday
Looking for my next meal, seeking resolution
And I charge on with a wolf totem within me
Always alone without a pack to call my own
As I make the earth my throne I become apart
My wandering soul won’t let me rest; always more
I rumble on with a wolf totem within me
My teeth bared, I light the skies with my holy war
To seize the day is a battle fought within us
But we’ve gotta bleed if we wanna win the game
We all need a wolf totem deep inside our hearts
If we want the minstrels to sing our given names
Thine beautiful soul hidden in the veils of flesh
I have met you on the planet of love
Oh soul,with the butterfly wings
Where you learnt this art of seduction?
I see thy reflection in the bright moon
Won't you see the jealousy of stars?
Oh soul,with the moorish eyes
Why you compare years of seperation and few moments of reunion?
The intense feeling of thy love has burned my heart
Won't you smell the Pleasent fragrance?
Thy blood and mine mingled in the lovers pool
Won't you feel the level of euphoria in me?
Oh soul ,burning inside
Set my wandering soul on fire too
Amid the whisperings of my wandering soul,
I grasped at straws,
reaching for truth,
but finding none.
Searching for one good man,
but discovering Him gone.
Seeking wisdom,
while gaining only knowledge.
Needing elevation to some higher plateau,
while on an escalator rushing nowhere.
Striving to attain the unattainable with works.
Unable to control my simplest situation,
from my souls depth, in desperation , cried I.
"Please Lord, save me, a sinner"