Best Travelbeauty Poems
In four days from today
I wish you well as you go, and you shall walk again
Through the shadow of the day
Where memory forever my spirit keep in chain
And you shall inhale once more
Jasmines naked and dancing to the silver moon
Or hear whispering for sure
The tides that salt us that unwrinkled June
And I shall be far away
Praying as I always pray, waiting your return
To mend broken gaps of day
While among the yellow leaves I walk and yearn
Do not forget me, dearest
Do not with moon or river wander far away
But on pillow of your breast
Give me my rest, give me my hope to play
For bird songs there I know rise
Like angels vestal choir, or sirens seductive song
May bring the heart new surprise
Against all witchery there, keep your love strong
Walk by lignum vitae bloom
Cradle the blue mountain misty morning shape
Tremble at its thunder boom
And toss your cares across the bright sunlit landscape
There is healing in that place
A certain balm, and invigorating freedom there
An edible sense of grace
So delicious to those who walk with feet bare
Like children before the change
And yet for all the beauty and the music I keep
Another memory strange
The place where in my arms a princess fell asleep
The place where your kiss became
The elixir for which kings and heroes search and died
Where first the stag was made tame
No other beauty there may so my joy provide.
There are all kinds of poverty
and no sin in being poor
yet, beauty in its truest form
always will endure.
Disparity has its price to pay
when greed becomes the lure.
How we handle lucre, it seems,
tells others who we are.
There’s poverty in China
and capitalism too,
yet, the desire to level the field
brings other factors in view.
They’ve seen the value
in selling culture, history
to world hungry for beauty
which disdains disparity.
The desire to care for the many
not cater to the few,
brings different kinds of order
still, poverties there too!
Nepal the Yin of planet Earth
where inward voices grow
has its own desperation
and rebellions to forego.
Individual beauty of spirit
was strongest here
they stepped inside, aside...
when discord did appear.
Egypt has it marvels
of man and Gods galore
but in the space of mosque light
truest beauty found its lure.
The face of child of mother
the straight-backed prowess of men
the coal black eyes of hunger
the starving animals in pens.
NO culture can climb the precipice
to sucess, all are destined to fall
as long as some have everything
and most have nothing at all.