Best Tramping Poems

Sullen would be onset of grey, indivisible-dawning;
Soon, lifting mist dissipating beneath the brae.
Comes then a gentle heat arising with the morning...
Thus the remaking of another...

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Part One of Two

Mary Elizabeth Frye Dedication Poems, Seventh Poet Honored
Part One 

(1.)
Graveyard Visit, Seeing Death's Saddest Truth

Walking rows of silent tombstones that litter in...

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Past unconcerned hens that distractedly 
Scratch
Under frowning protestations from the
Sheltered Lee;
Into the cloaked shadows lain across the 
Cobbled courtyard,
Behind which squats the twisted form of
The...

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"The Odyssey of We are Centre"



Where does he come through 
with his fishing lines?
Casting off metaphors
worms of vitriol
hooked and dipped,
he’s so green backed  
rolling...

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We were poor, but my brother and I didn’t know it.
Before Christmas my dad would take us to find just the right scraggly 
fir tree..a...

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Impossible mission to sleep on opposite side of marital bed...

Oddly enough even 
when frolicking in the autumn mist
with seasoned super tramping 
cheaply tricked out goo...

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REFRAINS OF WINTER SONATA


When fallen brown leaves brush a sepia picturesque 
and the bubbly breeze blows a heated winter sonata,
the giant roses of clouds are...

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What Good Are Our Tears?
by Michael R. Burch

What good are our tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is our concern
to a child...

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Teddy was our mongrel dog who kept coming back to stay,
When my parents gave him up because we had to move away.
Three times my father...

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Watch me walk through the sadsands of stupored time 
trading youth for aged ashes, suredness for shyness
knowledge for retirement, candor for cowardice, 
diligence for dunceness,...

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for under 10$ an hourly wage
you too can be the lucky one
who rides around on the back of a pungent & filthy green
garbage truck for...

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Don’t take me unless to the cry of the hawk
Not supported or transported – just let me walk.
No matter that muscles protest and begin to...

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Clouds playing around
In the sky tramping above the ground
Dangling in merry-go-round
Smiling at you year-round

One cloud zoomed outbound
Glittering ice flakes fall in mound
Flowers and trees have...

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Outward swing saloon doors,
Hanging heavy in the midday sun
Where but fools or legends walk
Burnt and scarred,
World weary

The gecko sings

Slow, rhythmical, a slow heavy march
Whining in...

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waved away from certain topics
Yolanda and her Singing Saw blade
captured the intellectual integrity
of a generation in readjustment
freedom springs only from freedom kids
so lock your shields...

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