Best Travelers Poems
Time travel has always fascinated man
Could UFOs be steered by human hands
Consider this premise before you say no
So called “grays” resemble human embryos
Evolution proceeds, gene pool depleted
Mind power expanded but bodies weakened
Future man looks back in a quest to erase
Effects of the technology we embrace
With smog blocking sun’s rays, skin has turned gray
Bodies thin as meat exits the food parade
Reproduction is challenged by low-grade genes
Sad Earthlings search the past and like what they see
Tan, healthy bodies adorned by hairy manes
Fertile women who suckle innocent babes
Men of great strength who clear forests with axes
Strong immune systems when a virus attacks
In sore need of genetic material
Large-brained grays devise a means for time travel
Abductees are beamed to aircraft by bright rays
Frightened while forced to donate their sperm and eggs
Time travelers say nothing, perhaps ashamed
To be stealing from ancestors in this way
Capacity for learning greatly enhanced
But the grays know nothing of sex or romance
When farmers find signs of mutilated cattle
Such evidence should not provoke a call to battle
If future man’s life is genetically revived
Meat may be required to keep humans alive
Don’t hide in terror when you see colored lights
Spinning in circles on chilly autumn nights
Close encounters, but abductees’ lives are spared
Returned to their homes by captors who care
Consider the fate of new generations
If you’re called upon to make a “donation”
Experiments grays perform may seem absurd
But they may be trying to save our own world
without suitcases
they surf skies drawing beauty
~tireless travelers~
Buzzing bee, keep the sun in your sights,
packing nectar down snug in your tights.
So adroit at your task
that I just had to ask:
" Is that dinner on all of your flights?"
A Farewell To The Travelers (On The Bhoja Airlines Plane Crash)
With pace does darkness conquer light,
when mounts the sun the dying toll,
spied an aura grim my wistful sight,
for had poisoned all, a single bowl;
captive of death as it life betrayed,
the awakened --to the resting prayed,
"Oh! Farewell the mornings vanished pole".
Life comes with such a temporal mien,
has it plucked the wings of future how,
though pillows of respite --I had seen,
but these feathers do no sleep allow;
do fly swift! The binders of this cause,
your pause of age, is our ageless pause--
"So, farewell the birds of heavens now".
But, soul a machine that does not cease,
yet it fools us from our time of birth;
pass on, move towards the restful peace,
but, secluded stays its pensive worth;
Until the day, we shall meet again
at some wondrous unknown valley then.
"Ah! Farewell the travelers of this earth".
R.N.Khan, © 2012
Dreams are built of tomorrows forseen,
The children of Hope and Desire.
Dreams grow strong on the fare of deep thoughts;
Are tempered to greatness in passion's bright fire.
Knowledge guides dreams to their birth;
We judge both our own, and others' worth
By what we seek and what we wish to be
As we briefly sojourn on this Earth.
We come this way awhile to learn,
Between the vast dark at either end.
Our teachers lead us with their light,
Counsel us as friend to friend.
They too march on in their search for meaning,
Feeding our dreams as we roam.
We find our paths together in the searching,
As in the end, we bring one another home.
Come visit us under pink tinged twilight skies..
among boughs borne under a song laden tree.
In fair view of land, meadows green coiling rise,
one hundred twenty counted souls, and me.
The older children play, running in sun washed petticoats,
hair pulled back in pigtails & ribbons, an untied shoelace floats.
Their errant hoops gone tumbling over a dew covered hill,
wonder if sun refused to shine, and not mourning them still.
How resplendent a vessel, White Star's ship of dreams,
carried their passion as coal fed fired boiler steams.
Only to sink 'neath the waves, irony in iron age..
On maiden voyage Ides of April, warned her last writ page.
To the new world go mother, father, sisters and brothers,
prayers spent all would reach safety of harbor's bustling dock.
America's shores promised in the letters of others...
went as sheep to the shearer in Reaper's growing flock.
To third class cabin dimlit, down three flights of stairs,
their mortal passage payed so high a forlorned cost.
Waiting their turn for grace, their last supper's prayers,
scrape of ice., gaping ocean roared, in darkness lost.
God bore them one and all 'way from the tortured deep,
to cold windswept mount where saints and survivors weep.
"Nothing in my hands I bring, simply to Thy cross I cling"
In the small hours of the night,
the moon was bright and ready.
Something was waiting to be born—
a vision
or more than a vision—
hope wearing sunglasses.
There are travelers
and then there are travelers
who return.
Some stay behind the moon--
no sunglasses.
And me,
I just sit here waiting
for the next episode,
wanting nothing special,
no commercials to mute,
no reruns to ignore.
Tired traveler sits
upon painted rock by stream.
Turtle nibbles heels.
Aluminum sky,
Where are
The time
Travelers
Hello fellow travelers
out there on your own,
just checking in
to let you know
the danger here has grown.
An evil demon monster,
like the one from “Stranger Things”
has whipped a storm of angry rage
and suffering that brings.
Some people seem to like it,
like a virus it has grown.
It’s sites, to have successfully
seen our government overthrown.
Hear me fellow travelers,
when you finally lift your eyes,
you’ll see the ways
they’ve changed our lives
and probably be surprised.
While travelers have carried on
increasingly checked out,
that virus found a place to thrive
and drive what we’re about.
A rising hateful nation
is emerging from their fire,
hard to say how much suffering
will follow in their ire.
You say it’s not your business
but all are soon to see,
the next rights they come calling for
belong to you and me.
Hello fellow travelers,
just stopping by to say,
you might want to pay some attention
to who’s making our laws today.
There’s gonna be hell to pay
if everyone just looks away.
~Jeannie Cronin
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It’s been so long
Since I’ve been home
Many a year
I’ve been on the roam
As the years turned to days
Days turned to years
Time is an hourglass
Showing ones deepest fears
As I sit here
In this barroom
Smoking a cigarette
Leave I must soon
Following that, I must check out
Of the mediocre hotel room
Though my mind clearly sees
Visions of joy from the past
This hotel bill
Will surely by the last
Always ladies
Night keep me warm
Even through the most
Furious storms
Make my way
Home once at last
Not yet young son
This old man’s not done
Please don’t leave this bar
For this story hasn’t ended
Oh no thus far
All my life I have desired
Some sort of reckoning
For my sins
Now I’ve finally realized
I must go see my kin
And a new life I may
Finally begin
But son please listen
Realize you shall
As you grow old
Happiness not be bought
With any amount of gold
Happiness lies
Within your very heart
You alone
Hopefully shall start
Having your very own dreams
Even though they may seem
Unachievable, son
You’ve just got to believe
For without dreams of your own
You shall bitterly become
Full of hatred and greed
Dreams are not money
They are actions you make
Dreams do not happen
When you are asleep
They come to you
When you’re beginning on your feet
But you must be careful
For come people are amused by
Actions of deceit
For one who uses trickery
Are not as lucky as you
They are to ashamed of themselves
And their life is hell
They are weak
You are strong
Envy they of you
And in society they just don’t belong
Don’t think I have sided
With the pitiful and weak
On their behalf
I only speak
Oh, son, I have seen
More than any old king
I’m even friends
With Mr. BB king
But never have I
Been so satisfied
Than when I told this story
And you looked me in the eye
Not many have been
All the places I’ve seen
This all was my very
Very first dream
I must be going now
But before I do
Bartender, 2 shots of José
We must make a mighty salute
For on your future young son
We must drink
My heart beats
harder at the thought
of farewell
We are here
just to meet and part in life~
merely sojourners!
When I lie
dead in my coffin
pale and white
motionless,
you all will send me away
with a farewell kiss.
All I wish,
as you bid adieu
is to keep
me fondly
in your kind thoughts now and then
after laid to rest!
Placed Second
Feb.18.2022
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Wherever you may travel
Wherever you may go
May the sun always shine
And gentle breezes blow
Whenever you choose to wander
Be blessed from above
But most importantly of all
Always journey forth in love
I saw a thousand geese fly by.
From north to south,
They marked the sky.
Thrown off their course by winter storm,
On hapless and drifting route.
An endless, massive flock
Spanned my view in jagged form.
The fleet looked to be give-out.
And hundreds trailed behind the lead
In long, lop-sided, wavering vies.
Tired yearlings wobbled within the rears,
Beating their wings with mindless fear.
I watched for some to land my pond,
To sift the mire through reed and frond,
But each bird flew with forward breast,
Deprived of strength and pounding chest.