Best Travelling Poems
The travelling circus arrived in town
I bought some tickets for my family
We got there early for the matinee
At the entrance was a scary sad clown.
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Like the scary sad clown who in the night
Would come and terrorize me in my dreams
Mom would be alerted by my loud screams
And stay beside me until the morns light.
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For fifty years it has stayed in my mind
He had a white face with evil black eyes
Red striped trousers; a killer in disguise
In my mind they were evil of some kind.
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The show began with the flying trapeze
We all got seated in the front row seats
They dazzled us with death defying feats
Forgot the clown and felt more at ease.
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In the interval though; the clowns appeared
They were laughing and doing stupid things
Realized now that they were human beings
I just laughed and my demons disappeared.
Written 19th august 2019.
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019 - Enclosed Rhyme - Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode.
Don’t pack your shoes, clothing, or any jewelry.
In fact, leave your wallet and your keys.
Even leave your laptop and your cell phones
with all their data that you’ve stored on them.
Bring no coat or sweater. I don’t know how the weather
will be where you are going,
but I imagine it will be fantastic!
Everyone alive upon this planet
will take the trip you will be embarking on.
Multitudes have gone ahead of you.
The rich man and the poor man too -
nobody ever will get left behind.
No passport is required where you’ll soon be going,
and I say “soon” because even if you live a hundred years,
that century is less than a mere second compared to an eternity of time!
When it’s your time to go, I hope it will be painless.
Some souls, I know, endure great suffering before they leave.
But for many others, it’s a bittersweet release from Earth’s disease.
No man can say with certainty where you will be going.
Perhaps you will return to this planet or maybe to another
with valuable lessons yet to be learned.
Perhaps where you are going you’ll be welcomed
by loved ones who have gone on ahead of you.
Perhaps you’ll suffer anguish for a time
for some past sins, but in the end, I truly do believe
something big and beautiful awaits us all.
The intracacies of creation; the wonder of worlds we’ve yet to see -
these things let me know there’s purpose in it all!
When your body is dead weight,
you’ll abandon it for this final journey,
for one day, the essence that is you
will flee the mortal shell that now confines it.
Though weightless, the powers of your soul are limitless.
When my own soul releases,
I’m hoping to enjoy that ride most mysterious
into the great beyond. . .
For sure, I’ll be travelling light!
Sept. 27, 2017 for the Travelling Light Poetry Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
In the arctic frozen sky of the enchanting land the midnight sun
leans on the horizon briefly in bright summer and again it rises,
I didn’t know when a new day actually would have or had begun.
The frosty sky in winter night burns in flashes of aurora borealis.
The North Sea stretches the long arms through the blue fjords,
the visible heritage of the glacial deep scoop of the Pleistocene,
dissects the corrugated coastline as if sliced by the Viking sword.
I was held captive there for a long time by the magnificent scene.
To unravel the petrified mysteries of the Nordic Caledonian rocks
I crossed many dales and ridges of the geologic arc west of Bergen,
walked for days across the uninhabited islands where eagles flock.
In the cold crystal rains the shelter of the ancient caves I had taken.
On my travel I stayed a number of days in Lyderhorn, a small village
overlooking the tranquil turquoise waters of the narrow Loddefjord.
A gracious lady of the pretty house, Julia Aasen in her advanced age
gave me a furnished room at a rent that at the time I could afford.
She used to invite me for dinner at her place almost every evening,
offered me plate full of peppered boiled potato and hot fiskeboller,
slices of brown bread she baked with thick Jerlsberg cheese topping,
showed fondly the faded pictures of her late husband, a fish seller.
Time came to leave and say heart-felt ‘tusen tak’ on a freezing day.
She presented me a pair of woolen gloves she had specially knitted.
Years later when I wear these her frail touch they remotely convey,
I feel the warm heart of Julia of Norway although she has departed.
September 28, 2017.
When I arrived, I came empty handed,
before I knew about things to own.
And slowly I learned about possessions,
some that matter and some that don't.
Those that carry heavy burdens,
and those that are pleasantly given.
I realized one day, as I felt a light breeze,
winds could teach me how to travel with ease.
Then I saw a bird fly like a plane,
but it didn't carry a load on its wings.
And the sun arriving at the stroke of dawn,
comes weightless with the rays it brings.
And a mother's kiss travels untold miles,
on air filled with hugs and kisses.
When a dear friend calls from faraway land,
her voice travels like a ripple in a pond.
When I turn my light-switch on,
light fills my home without a sound.
And the air I breathe travels so light,
pulsating endlessly, to keep me alive.
And the gaze I send to love of my life,
travels like air to reach her smile.
So I will return just the way I arrived,
because the road to heaven travels light.
September 23, 2017
Travelling Light
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
So i need to explain
i body pop as in breaking
this is me trying to explain
when i get into a groove
and let go
so visual presentation
i will upload a tiktok
https://www.tiktok.com/@sudgett6/video/6832431985181396229?is_copy_url=1&is_from_webapp=v1&lang=en
of me dancing to
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeBcdrtronPgrujr5vOkeH9_ePzOEQHvc&ab_channel=TrapandBass
now you can see what i mean
On such days
what holds my senses
to the world loosens
and all becomes a background
blur, a kind of peripheral haze
as seen through a rain glazed
window to that place ‘out there’.
My mind drifts and soon
I am here where time
has stood still and a hot
summer sun prints the cool shade
of almond trees on ground
where I lay during those long, lazy
afternoons on school holidays
seventy years ago,
dreaming of a future,
the adventures I would have
in a world to come, the one
I live in now.
I am travelling on a train,
Enjoying the beauty of rain!
Playing a game,
Which is not so fame!
I am travelling on a train,
In which snacks sellers tell me to take,
But I ignore and assume everything as fake!
I am travelling on a train!
I am travelling on a train!
I am travelling on such a long vehicle,
This makes me think-“Is everything miracle?”
Here I see everyone sipping coffee,
But I am the only one enjoying toffee!
I see many having tea,
But why there is a need of paying fee?
I am travelling on a train,
Which makes us entertain?
I am travelling on a train,
Which also has a chain!
Which is so main,
That no one makes it an aim!
I am travelling on a train,
Which is a bit slower than airplane,
But here I give it a nickname,
Which is none other than a flair-train!
There once was a travelling sage
Who yet lived to a very old age.
Well becoming quite senile,
With problems (yes penile),
The reader may choose:
1) He kept his packed trunk in a cage.
or
2) He packed his wee trunk in a rage.
we've been travelling
across the sky,
we've seen the clouds and felt the sun
we've flown in a plane and had lots fun.
we've been travelling
across the sea,
we've saild in a boat and looked for old caves
we've felt the wind and seen the waves.
We've been travelling
across the hills,
we've seen the fields and touched the snow
we've ridden in trains, some fast some slow.
Now been following my Lord Jesus 34 years
this trail has been truly so incredibly full
with many ups and downs along the way
but His faithfulness always there to overrule
Jesus is my king friend saviour and Lord
being with me every moment of this pathway
His peace abides within my heart
throughout each and every living day
When I awake on every new morn
this Christ saviour is always there
truly when laying down to sleep
each night He’s there showing His care
During the midst of troubles He brings joy
in the good times He keeps me content
always knowing what’s best for me
for His perfect will is truly heavenly sent
So travelling along the kings highway
is such a real privilege and pleasure
for His goodness and mercy is ever sure
as God’s abundant love has no measure
As the s h a d o w of life lengthens .................
s h a d o w
each day of travel is suspense -
but the Light of the world strengthens.
01~16~17
Whispers of a love lost
under the harvest moon-
I’m TRAVELLING LIGHT,
for my life was vanished.
Baggage too h e a v y with
belongings of blame,
chest full of memories-
stuffed with anguish and self-pity.
I’ve was caught in between
the light and darkness,
suffering in the shadows,
w i t h o u t a face,
a name spoken in a
different language.
There were days of yore
full of j a d e d cargo,
letting go seemed
so hard to do-
too hard to ignore.
When the torment arrived,
I saw with no eyes,
veiled by a shield of pain,
a disguise can’t reveal.
Fastly I l i n g e r e d,
yet oblivion made me
wonder slow-
Covered in lies, trapped in a
life...
-without meaning.
TRAVELLING LIGHT seems to
bring sincere alleviation,
I was stuck in the lost and found,
n o w a y o u t-
When I said I couldn’t make it,
I tried harder than before-
I could not ask for more joy;
h a p p i n e s s has prevailed.
I feel a loving sensation encompassed
in the depths of my soul-
Forgiveness has been granted,
b e s t o w e d by dignity.
I opened a new door of confidence,
a pathway to freedom.
I was blinded by the immense luggage,
wounded from lifting without strength-
So, I’ve been s l o w l y unpacking…
for I am TRAVELLING LIGHT.
Travelling Light Poetry Contest
September 27, 2017
A new journey begins,
A new array of emotions surfaces.
A new adventure dawns fondly
In my wondrous lens and a journal so sloppy
A new chapter unveils
With every destination we hop in,
We scribble the genesis of the folks,
And enjoy a glass of beer in their abode
Such an astonishing memories to ponder over,
That is built like a mighty castle
Many experiences, ideas and culture
When you cross a land’s condition
Travelling across thousands of miles,
Little do we know the beauty it holds inside,
These mighty and vast seas
fiercely aspires our psyches.
Known before time.
One big story.
A studious thinker.
Shaped for purpose,
With a valid C.V.,
Government sealed.
A Banjamite Turk,
Sharpened for subjection.
Approved a stoning.
A religious enforcer,
Blinded for construction,
Knowing who let it.
Saved, feared, then trusted.
A verbally adept writer,
Commissioned to carry hope,
Called, to open eyes.
Strengthen through adversity,
Buffeted, barred, bitten.
Character modeller ,
Signposting others,
Sharing from his heart.
An example of us,
Who follow, one of many,
Each telling his story.
Each knowing on which Rock we stand.
Acts 9:15, 13:2-3, 23:11, 27:35, 47. 1Cor. 2:1.
eagle flies with us
she basks in her own freedom
bluer is the sky