Best On The Road Again Poems

Mission of the Yellow Songbird

A long highway road stretched its legs before me,
In a place where tumble weeds were conceived,
December evening chasing daylight back to...

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Take my life,
scatter the pieces all over.
I can't seem to suffice,
can't grasp our
final closure.
Why did everything 
have to end?
Or why did it
have to begin?
Pain is...

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In many times in my life I always looked for exits.
Could only get so far and I get pulled over in the intersections.
I called them...

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A tad over three blocks down Merion Lane
on the left is, an idyllic Cape Cod.
I must've passed it a thousand times
my own picturesque, perfect, postcard...

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Cap’n Thunderbolt

The moon stood out 
Any traps about  
Cap’n Thunderbolt did ask
He was on the road again 
Brown snake for break-in-fast

The Drover said they...

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Within my moon lit courtyard.
When night, is late and dark.
The raven comes to sit with me.
And tempts me to embark.

Upon a journey that entails.
The mind...

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The bus stop says its out of use  this week
Men are digging up the road again
I never knew that  modern bus stops ...

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Father’s day…
That old familiar ache in my heart returns along with a lump in my throat. 
I become distant  as that day grows closer,...

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They say home is where the heart is but for me that isn’t true
Because my heart is out there somewhere,
Riding along with you…… 
When you’re...

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Be cautious walking along this path,
I can see that your shoes do not fit.
You won't get anywhere like that,
Not even a little bit.

Directions couldn't show...

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Life is like a four wheel drive
Mud and sand and things bogging you down
Kick it to low and take your time to strive
Than put it...

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It was six days past the seventh 
I was on the road again 
Putting distance in the rear  
Of the places I had been...

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Winter has broken
and the bought roses
have lost their scent.
It is the crossroads
of the seasons.
The beams will heal,
surely not fail.

It is time to pound 
on the...

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Matsuo Basho New Haiku Translations

Air ballet:
twin butterflies, twice white,
meet, match & mate
—Matsuo Basho, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 

Denied transformation
into a butterfly,
autumn worsens for...

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He the heir of ding a-ling
Not to proclaim again 
The universe; below the belt of lonesome theme 
Nothing like Euripedes scale?
Warriors! Abide no more!
Let him...

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