Best Not The Destination Poems
Walking through gardens
Feeling your presence beside me
Strangers passing by, lost in the darkness
I see the reflection of the city lights in your eyes like stars so near
The icy july wind carries your perfume to me
Your voice echoes through the winter air and your smile, my God your smile...
My hands are cold but i am calm, serene and happy
Where are we going?
Someone once told me that what matters is the journey not the destination
I forget the past, don´t worry about the future, only the present matters
And gradually the twilight turns into night
I look at the sky and I find the moon smiling timidly starting its journey
I want to touch, surround you and drown in your hair
But I do nothing, afraid of ruining everything
Strange... Nothing and Everything
All the while the sound of waves crashing on the sand accompanies us
A familiar sound to me, after all this is my city
The surprise hits me for I am not blind to the world, on the contrary
Everything looks sharper, brighter
And time has not stopped as the old love poems tell us
It goes faster, flies.
My thoughts are clear despite your intoxicating presence
I know I have only a fraction of the time I would like to live beside you
I know that your time here will be as short as a shooting star in the purple sky
And I also know that you will take a piece of me away
That might be returned to me one day or lost forever
Who knows about these things?
But I´m not afraid
I would do it all again
Because you are worth it.
It came at the right time
Just before my fragile heart
Was about to burst with the largely
Unnecessary stress of work
Some things have to be completed
The boss's demands
Wielding power with no
Consideration for the small man
Or the small woman
(not so small now actually)
I think we are both tired
But rules is rules
They say "it's the journey,
Not the destination"
But the destination can be
Important too..
Anyway we made it
It's been a rocky road
Travelling via the starlight
Resting when the heat overwhelms
There is so much to look forward to
So much.
I sense it's very nearly time..
I just have to find us a bed for the night
It is a lumber, man! all lumber
It makes your life-boat heavy to pull
and you nearly faint at the oars
That’s life.
You lose your freedom by anxiety
No time to watch the windy shadows
skimming lightly over the shallows
That’s life.
No time to watch the woods all green
or the lilies white and yellow.
No time to watch all these with dreamy laziness.
That’s life
Watch the butterflies fluttering by
Not, at all, interested in longevity
But to be a part of beauty and burn
That’s life.
Throw the lumber over, man!
And make the boat easier to pull.
It will never be so liable to upset.
That’s life.
Remember, in the journey of life
death is not the destination but joy
so don’t rush, take life as it comes
That’s life.
See the beauty in small proportions
Life will be perfect in small measures.
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Milestones in Life
By Franklin Price
11/13/2015
Milestones in life are passing
Time stops for none at all
From the day that we are born
Not so long before we crawl
Then unsteady steps we take
Next thing you know we run
Passing by the markers
Headed for the setting sun
The first day I went off to school
Mom shed a little tear.
Not long before I drove a car;
Then graduation year
A cornucopia of options;
So many things from which to choose.
A myriad of paths to take;
So much to win or lose
Off then to a higher school,
And in a uniform;
Wedding bells and family, working,
Moving through the storm
The book was getting thicker
As I moved from page to page.
Twenty-one was gone;
When I was young, the magic age.
Then through the thirties, forties,
The years went rushing by,
The fifties and the sixties,
Hardly time to blink an eye
Those will all be gone
Tomorrow's seven oh!
So many milestones passed 'til here
So many more to go
Along the way have made good friends
With my wife, on life, a grip
Know it's not the destination
But the milestones of the trip
My radio antenna
Is getting a brand new song
Every time I think I'm right
I end up, terribly wrong
So now I want to listen
And to tap my feet
To go with the flow
Perhaps the right philosophy?
My brother's intellect
Is truly dazzling
He calls me "a believer"
I'm the moron of the family
Why must I search for land
In an ocean of illusions?
Endorsing a catchy tune
That becomes a boring delusion
Is the fear of being wrong
Simply rooted in laziness?
To think I've come so far
Yet I haven't taken a step
As the old saying goes
It is not the destination
But the thrill of the journey
That makes living a vacation
Do religions and creeds
Simply offer a beautiful escape
Appealing to our laziness
Throwing self analysis away?
Are humans at a crossroads
Between extinction and survival
To finally ask, "Who am I?"
And perhaps to change the channel?
May 25th, 2015
My Trek with Shrek
We met
Me sippin a coca-cola
You singing the rock & rolla
“Here I go, turn the page”- Bob Segar
The beauty of your soul shining thru
Two eminent eyes of the bluest-blue
You captivate me
We are destined to be…
Waiting patiently to be served
I watch with fond newfound vitality
Enough time has elapsed
Perhaps you are parched you see…
I gently approach with a fist-fulla-dollas & wave ‘em at the barmaid,
“jack and coke I say!”
Duly deserved, you are served
Our friendship begins…
It was the trek with my Shrek
Not the destination
I’ll drudgingly continue my journey on this Earth without him
Until we meet again...
Fondly,
Your Princess Fiona
Life is a journey to another place.
We know from whence we start
But not the destination.
It lies somewhere,
That terminus,
Within the scope of time and space,
Yet still may be,
For some of us,
Beyond the reach of our imagination.
Always take the longest route to everything
You will have seen the world before you die
It’s not the destination, but the path your taking
You don’t need anything else beside the wide sky
Be the truth in this world, drowning with lie
Feel the wind, smell the sea and enjoy your life
Cause there’s those way down there who’d like to try
Start living today, start now, don’t waste your time
Stop worrying about everything and enjoy the ride
A minute gone is a minute you can kiss goodbye
You won’t see the whole world, but at least you tried
As long as there’s ground and sky, we’ll walk and fly
Know the world., see the world in small doses
Before your heart stops beating and your eyes closes
It's a hard choice
And it's so goddamned unfair
That I can't choose both
I'm trying to take the road
That I think I should take
I don't know which road I want
My mind is on fire
But my heart has gone numb
It needs some time
To figure out what it wants
But time doesn't stop for anyone
And it certainly won't stop for me
Dear heart,
Please decide what it is that u desire
So that I can make a turn
Or just ride along
the destinations are different
One better than the other
But in the end
It's not the destination
But how you get there that matters
Truckin' along the road of life,
Facing the music head on,
Roadside entertainment
and exits to the past
Fly by.
Wind in your hair,
A song on your lips,
Desire to succeed
fueling your life
Full speed ahead.
But in all that determination,
Don't forget to slow down
and enjoy the ride,
LIfe is about the journey,
not the destination.
Life can come at you hard,
take a sharp turn off your desired path,
Bring you tears and pain,
But feel the wind in your hair,
hear the song in your heart,
Stoking your desire,
So Live,
Love,
Let Go,
Enjoy.
"It's the journey that matters and not the destination."
I'll bet whoever said that never used public transportation.
Skies vibrate with strange cloud formations,
To the calamitous thunder of the v-twins powered best.
The trees give up their last held golden jewels,
As they awaIt their oncoming, slow winters rest.
The motors wind, and so does the road
Twisting past stones as the placid pools run.
They shimmer with light, their blinding reflection,
of the soon to be setting, blazoned, autumn sun.
Through pockets of cool fall shards of leaves,
We cut through the wind and power through day.
The blue skies above in this tunnel of color,
We rise and we fall, as the road has her way.
The gentle curves and noble hills,
await and greet ushere, as we arrive.
They open their arms and cradle us dear,
Just a small reminder, to know were alive.
The palate is vast and rich with light,
An unbridled beauty, so deep and so clear.
If any new color, did ever exist...
Theres no doubt, indeed, you would find it right here.
So Fear not the destination which someday awaits,
The importance and purpose of these things Ive showed.
The journey's what matters, those twists and the turns,
Believe it or not, God lives on the road.
On my journey through life sometimes I have blind spots
I am so focused on my goal that I do not see
what is around me in the world . . .
I am fixed and obsessed with a single minded purpose
I am staring at the goal
failing to see the beauty on the fringes
the flight of birds in the sky
the pleasure of walking in nature
just taking a breath and doing nothing
yes, I can give myself permission to just do not a thing
I must leave the dark curved walls of my own making
the long endless tunnel I have created
unplug . . . .
take the blinkers off
put the headphones down
no more hiding
STOP doing the same thing over and over again
and look for the light at the end of my narrow view
widen my vision . . . for
as it has been said- it is all about the journey
not the destination -
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April 18, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Narrow View On Life
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1012-496-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
I sailed many miles
The sun, high
In a pure azure sky
Moons and suns,
passed by
Still I sailed,
pushing through a starlit sky
This boat,
I feel its' force within me
It's sails, it's lungs
It's body, the sea
Worlds passed
slowly beneath me
All I could see,
before the mast
This big blue
Me
Covering too
Stars , lit my way
The moon glowed
Soft wind , blowed
Led me astray
Moons and suns,
stars and skies
Ocean blues
Nothing I could refuse
Sails of purest white,
glowed softly during the night
Reassuring creak,
of this boat of teak
This boat has no direction
I am not its' guide
This boat is perfection
I am here only for the ride
The stars rotated
above my head
This boat located,
my thoughts read
It is not the destination,
it is the getting there
Journeys travelled
Suns and moons
Days and nights
The sea
The air
Unravelled
I will see you soon
For,
You are just over there
This morning I was accepting and governing in my seventh decade,
twilight crept and words without sound said, you're just a facade,
then the darkness enshrouded,
and the sheild of confidence faced the sword of doubt,
time and change are guaranteed constants,
how much time do I have,
what personal changes must I make or reluctantly accept or adapt to,
quivering qualms quake my equilibrium,
Timbuk 3 said, the futures so bright, I gotta wear shades,
but my approaching future is marching with obscurity,
one dare not peak over the horizon again,
for this man once trembled at a ghastly presence,
I've heard it's all about the journey and not the destination,
and this journey has given me so much love,
although I'm guilty of not reciprocating in equal amounts,
taking things for granted has always been a failing of mine,
all things will pass and perhaps remembered,
and journeys will change direction once in a while,
during these seven decades, I know what truly matters,
its who's face that smiles when I'm in their company.