Best Traveler Poems
A strange blue rose - alone
midst an array of clustered flowers -
a few of them her friends -
the shy violets, lovely white lilies, and bold marigolds.
In the gracious garden spot the traveler singled her out -
his gaze resting admiringly upon her.
Each day as he passed that spot,
she was the one he sought. . .
And day by day the traveler came around,
speaking through the fence softly in sweet sounds
that wafted her way with the wind.
Persistent wasp, in guise of a honeybee,
he tried so hard to wear that flower down. . .
till unexpectedly, he strode right through the gate,
and blissfully ignorant of a rose's care,
plucked her up, swept her high up into the air,
and uprooted that blue rose from her safe soil.
But he did not a gardener make.
Knowing nothing of roses,
he knew very little of any flower he pursued.
Moreover, one mere blue rose cannot long compete
with the other bright fanciful flowers
which, along that traveler's path, he was sure to meet.
Those soft whispered words
that caressed her blossomed cheek
soon ceased.
And the water to her soul (if a rose has a soul,
he did not care to know), stopped its flow.
Scars he left -
new thorns on her stem that grew outward
from his cruel cut,
but she'd go on. . . .
Long time replanted now in solid refuge ground,
the strange blue rose
has gained self-understanding,
that one thing for himself (she imagines)
which the traveler she so briefly knew
has never found.
Adopted animals love their humans;
show it in many ways.
The tiniest pet,
revels in the harmony of its time,
with family.
Dinky was a special hamster;
she lived a year beyond the normal life span.
I carried her around in my pocket and she loved the ride.
Her head, peeking out, evoked curious comments
from all who glimpsed her.
She searched for me, when I was at school;
her knack for escaping the cage,
kept me searching for her in the afternoons.
I often found her, in my chest of drawers.
Of course, I found it odd,
but hamsters are four-legged, Houdini’s…
Dinky was the best.
One cold winter night, as I lay in slumber,
That tiny traveler made her way from,
one end of the house, to my bedroom.
I lay there, on that frosty eve,
dreaming that I was outside in the rain;
the chilling raindrops, dancing upon my arm.
In a moment of lucidity,
Reality hit; those raindrops were tiny paws!
I reached, grasped and in the shimmering moonlit rays,
I stared into the eyes of my new bed buddy.
A twitchy nose said it all…
”I found you!”
I moved her cage close by my bedside;
future escapes faded into history.
On such lovely mornings
I dive into you
Fingers probing
your ebony hair
Pausing along the sexy winding
curves of your ear
Winding the sacred trail
down along your shoulder
As you lie sleeping
I am Magellan
And
You are new country...
Traveling twisting mind streams.
Grounded to earth that conforms to flow freely,
Gently follows carved curved paths,
Nothing can block its destinations track,
Tandem in movement supportive round ripples,
Rocks on which it rests and slides in tides,
Glides, eddies, and tumbles,
Calm in cool pools.
No strains against nor entrenched,
Conforms yet grows in light wide water windows,
Changes through time as it bends, it tends,
Cleans spiritual souls that mystic sparkling sight lends,
Turbulent, transforms with mounting energies,
Eternal shifts from small cliffs and life reflections,
Boundless directions share theirs,
Open to the currents creativity,
Positive energy flows and travels there,
Becoming aware, joined with passionate raptures.
~ William Wooding ~
Once his brown alpargata shoes trod countless miles,
imagination burst from his vivid, traveler's eyes...
He traversed valleys leading to azure mountains,
and heard a chant sung with vivacious tones.
Like the invaders of the past that built sturdy castles
on rugged hills, he intruded in those ghostly places...
expecting swift lancers with fierce glances ready to attack him,
or take him prisoner and toss him in a dungeon completely dim.
But with his slick tongue, he would kindly ask for a fair trail
and be scolded by the drunken King with the fattest tummy
to explain with a few words his intrusion in that well-guarded territory;
and looking so young and innocent, his plan for deception wouldn't fail!
" Oh, mighty Frederick II...I come in peace and as a conquered native,
I would bow in admiration to be of service to your kingdom,
which extends from Naples to Sicily, your mercy is imperative...
may your soldiers unlock these heavy chains that make me lame!"
The Norman King with the bluest eyes ordered the knights
to free him and waited for words to flow from his mouth with dry lips, " My great
King, I have grown grapes that are so juicy to eat with bread and they make
the most delicious wine to bring merriment to your festive nights!"
" Where's this region you mention with such wonder and delirium?"
With red-inflamed pupils, King Frederick II asked him. And he traveler's deep voice
vibrated with loud excitement , " Into the valley of Baianum!"
" Let me out of this castle and I will show the purple grapes of a farmer's choice!"
" Let him loose!" ordered the tall, fair king. " Give him the fastest horse,
and let him bring me proof of his finding!" The soldiers obeyed with reluctance,
but little trust they showed in him: they assumed he was another well-paid jester,
who performed his comedy well...they knew the cleverness of that young traveler!
I was a musketeer
Fighting to save a dying land
Soldier with a heart
Hate never disappeared
As greed and waste were in command
Tearing it apart
Armed with a sword of words
Choosing my battles, carefully
Fighting against the odds
Futility's absurd
Sheathing my sword only to flee
Left it up to God
I became a wanderer
Searching for peace, looking here and there
If only peace of mind
A lifelong ponderer
Not understanding lack of care
The world is so unkind
In a state of disbelief
That people live so unconcerned
Turning treasure, into trash
Our time's so brief
Apparently, we'll never learn
Hell burns hot with cash
I was a troubadour
Sang songs of happiness and pain
Accompanied by the wind
But mostly went ignored
As the masses rode their gravy train
On tracks of vain pretend
Hitching from town to town
No lust for pockets filled with gold
Simply moving on
Fall leaves are turning brown
My days grow short and nights are cold
Summer all but gone
I'm a weary traveler
My life spent in a time machine
Powered by the sun
A map unraveler
And every road a different dream
Sleeping on the run
Sometimes the sky would gray
I danced around the lightning strikes
No time to take a rest
Shelter would come my way
Takin' in by ladies of the night
Ease my loneliness
But I can not sleep
original song lyrics by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
each step floats above the earth as time stops
to give us hope
gravity
seeks to
crush
06/08/18
Modern times and politics tend to leave me cold
So I close my eyes and fantasize about the days of old
I’d travel back to Nottingham to serve the common good
And join the ranks of Little John, Friar Tuck and Robin Hood
I would be dashing and daring with my sword raised in the air
Fighting kings and princes for the hand of my lady fair
Sometimes I’d be a pirate, rollicking fun and pleasure
Sailing with Long John Silver, looking for buried treasure
I’d travel back to Ancient Egypt in the hot desert sand
Aid the escape by Moses to find the Promised Land
In Ireland you might find me, hiding out in a little town
Helping my fellow countrymen rebel against the crown
Then I’d be a cowboy riding the bull in the rodeo
Or standing side by side with Sam Bowie in Old San Antonio
Oh to be in Philadelphia in seventeen seventy five
Declaring independence, bringing liberty alive
In seventeen eighty nine, with a heart that’s filled with zeal
I would help the proud French citizens in storming the Bastille
I’d be a rebel and a cowboy, a pirate and a king
A bandit and a movie star, I’d laugh and dance and sing.
The fractured light of day rises, so still
And I am but a part, lost in its shade
Question not the sun but the role I fill
Find reason and wonder are ready made
To follow days as a linear string
And remember it has a final end
To count rainbows and colors they bring
Marvel at the symmetry of the bend
Who am I, an intruder to this scene?
One who counts time by the suns that rise
Who lays upon Earth watch the life between
Listen in quiet as stars harmonize
To capture its rhythm, the pulse I feel
To comprehend my time traveled is real
6/10/14
Abandoned are thine eyes, as they see not faces or light. Search now do they not, for there is no longer beauty in sight. The shapes of the world blur together, left now are no distinguishing lines. Only hues of greys lay before him, contrasting like shadows cast forth in to night. Tastes are fowl now and colors have faded… like the light from this travelers eyes. Wearily forced to trudge about this desolation, he slowly fades with each stride. Each breath a grain of sand, tumbling through the hour glass of that which is life. Faces lack detail as one blurs another, for each one, is always the same. A crafted grin, with familiar hints of a warm and welcomed embrace, hiding only intent to lay wrath upon him, he shutters with each whim. Tears form behind his hollowing eyes, blurring vision, of what lay before him. His face, lined with shame and regret blood tears and sweat, onlookers laugh as all now they mock him. Every gift of breath revealed as punishment though committed of no crime. He finds peace as his time here is drawn. A smile cast across his lips as does he know he cannot go on. His shadow fades into dust on the horizon. The light he once cast forth now gone, as the moon gives chase to the sun. This travelers journey now over, as surely as night is followed by dawn.
As I turn to look back,
my eyes see the rough roads traveled
I know how long and dark their path.
Along their edges were flickering fires,
kept burning by those who stayed,
craving warmth and comfort over the unknown.
It's the unknown where I turned my collar up,
to still the cold winds,
as each step became a shuffle into the night.
There was no light or comfort where I traveled,
only cold eyes and darkness
Silent..but for the internal workings of rusted souls,
creeping around confines of their human shells,
pacing back and forth in the prisons of their own making.
I may never return, no one has.
That I may become a ghostly shadow,
moving in silence along unguarded meadows,
where the dead lay.
An uncertain light of wishful thinking,
passing through the portal of time.
Seeking not to end up a frozen piece of cloth,
picked at by the beaks of crows.
There are times I wished I had stayed.
No one cared I had left, no one ever does.
They tend to their warm fires in quiet fashion,
giving those of us who move on nothing,
but a quiet whispered hush of goodbye.
Years of cold and grey mornings are tearing away the night.
Off in the distance I see crows.
I'm needing to find payment for a choice made,
as I stare out over the edge of tomorrow,
where nothing lives..but hope
4/20/17
Mind Traveler Passion
with kisses from her knee to hip,
trembling fingers gently slip,
and damp is the night,
a sweet erotic sight,
when his tongue begins to dip,
she trembles with delight.
And there upon the mist
The homely figure raves
On melting wax of passion
Two lovers taking ration ?
2 lovers in the haze,
interlocked with heat,
thrusting like the crazed,
till hardness knows defeat,
conciousness erased:)
Don Johnson
this remote connection of ours is very intense :) xoxox
O traveler what miles you've crossed
what memories you've gleaned
what nightmares lost O ragged one
what moments in between
O traveler what compels thee on
what keeps thy footsteps light
what long held quest O vagabond
which haunts thee thru the night
O traveler I wish for thee
thy prize to one day see
that you might rest O weary one
that you might be set free
I have traveled down many a road
I have carried my share of the load
I must now face the fact
Can't help but reflect back
As I do know it is true
I smile about a thing or two
Also in my past it’s found
Many times I have frowned
I have lived one hell of a life
Full of joy as well as strife
Never I am here to say
Have I taken life the easy way
I lived fast and rode hard
Always played the wild card
I’ve been rich and I’ve been broke
Crossed paths with all types of folks
Dealt with C.E.O.s as well as bums
Been friends with strippers as well as nuns
Known men of no faith and those who believe
Honest men as well as thieves
One thing in life I found to be true
Can’t understand until you wear the shoe
Once you put it on and wear it around
That’s when a true understanding is found
Once you understand then you are able
To play your cards at the table
As you play them you start to show
All the understanding you’ve come to know
One night, at midnight he came to me,
Telling me it’s time to leave.
What he is offering will place the world at my disposal,
My life will be much greater if I accept his proposal
But he will give me an opportunity, to play a game of chess,
The price at stake was my life or success.
The rules are fair, if I take the dare.
But if I lose I had to choose.
I had to play the queen, and if I win his time machine,
He will bid me goodnight, and my future will be bright.
Rule1: Go back to your past, changed all your mistakes,
There is no in between breaks.
Rule 2: He gives me only one day to rewrite my history,
To claim victory.
Rule 3: Next I had to go to the future,
To see what I changed in my past, if it still last.
Rule 4: Come back to the present,
And tell him do I deserves to go to hell or heaven.
When I woke up from this nightmare, definitely not a dream,
I know it was time to take every moment to live in my present,
Spread kindness and love to secure a place in heaven.