Best Travellers Poems

The Travellers Promise

I will wander from the path
enter the wild wood
deliberate in that great unknown
Not ever look back
draw my fingers over kind bark
inhale a thousand things
and thread there lightly 
in silent respect 
Listening carefully 
to the breath, the song of the wind
I will fear no...

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Today I stood Me in front of a mirror
And invited Myself for a talk

There we all stood for a minute or two
...looking at each other... and into each other
Searching... appreciating... criticising

Hey guys, thiz wassup ... I initiated the chat
Time has come for us to set...

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Came to this country little suitcase in hand
For a better life in this wonderful land
Pockets were sort of empty but he mentally planned
7 days of school-work as he desperately could,
To send money back to care for his family
Found a Haitian princess to live ever happily
Then...

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I remember you  
You told me you were a time travellor.
I fell in love with you anyway.
Without you time meant nothing to  me.
I knew  time travel 
was a  fantastic  imagination gone wild..
But I was infatuated  
even if I did...

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 I was born to move, bound by momentum
destined to wander, beckoned by distance. 
I reject chains. They corrupt like venom. 
Never to be slowed or misled by assistance.

If I am weary, I will rest for a night, 
lay down, my mind free to dream...

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tracing lines on the syntax
          grammar cascades down resonant folds

hand over hand
   mishandled hands lost grip on the handholds

travelling through time diagonally and sideways

found by no one for infinity of days
   ...

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At breakneck speed I hurl fast
Towards impending doom
Singing an after work tune
Excited to get home to nothing.

I pass a car swerving as I
Swear out a gentle concern
Ignoring what lies ahead as I
Pass it in an instant

A reminiscent color scheme
Wizzes by my driver’s side
Peering wearily into...

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The gypsies’ caravans,
Not welcome in our town,
Had parked and settled down,
Appeared to have no plans,
Were shouted at by grans,
Disliked for their renown.

They called them tramps and thieves,
Not having an address,
And said they’d leave a mess;
I thought they’d read tea leaves,
Wear clothes with fancy sleeves -
Was...

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We are all travellers to destiny,
on the unknown highway of life.

Some roll in glassy tortoise shells.
Others move as simple chameleons.
Still others fly in dead birds in sky;
and also swim as frogs in cages.

If you travel in tortoise shells,
do not splash mud on chameleons.
Birds of the...

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Some fly in their jumpsuits,
others are thrown naked
to a place where thoughts are fig leaves.
A few conjugate dots of light
into a body-language.
Many shoot off like toothpaste from a tube,
tugging slinky bodies behind them.
Star charts are parochial,
they map the contours of rumpled sheets.
Some run in the...

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I’m at my piano like Mercury

Trying to write a grand sweet song

It’s already painted in the windows

I’m copying off the stars

Don’t give up on us my Lord

I can pray all night long 

Cry an ocean for You

I can see the Milky Way when I look...

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We, the travellers 

 Many people when they get elderly travel the world
to see famous places and other cultures.
When they die, they will have no recollection of the travels.
I have been to every country that has a seaport,
working long hours, it was dark when I...

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A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run out of love
but these are things i'm sure you already...

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Turn around on your journey, friend,
    and look back to this hill
    I occupy,
    arms raised...hello? goodbye?
Silhouette on your horizon
    but now the sun is high.

My travellers
    are all strung...

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You stank, and  poo was once revealed when pants were pulled in playing field. Hard round briquettes, quite dry, like dung with straw sun-hard and undigested. 

All kinds of unkind taunts and silly songs were sung and rumour did the rounds of Traveller’s goings...

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