Best Tumbleweed Poems

The sun is setting in the west
While crowned in gold, the eastern crest
Stands sentry in its scrubs and sighs
Offering its sage advice

A single lizard darts about
Driven forth by searing drought
Towards healing waters beckoning
Seeking Horeb’s rocky spring

Among the endless rocks and weeds
Between regrets and sinful deeds
Above,...

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Sad cacti envy
my nomadic mystery
wanderer
leaving no traces
of ever
having been
there


©9/23/2018

for LATE SEPTEMBER 2018 PREMIERE CONTEST...

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She was like a tumbleweed.
Blowing in the wind.
And when it was time, 
to bring her on home.
She'd give a silly grin.
Time after time.
We'd walk along the shore
And when I told her I loved her.
She'd open up a door.
Let me in..'I said'..
I took her by the...

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Oh lord hear the lonesome cowboys lullaby, singing beneath
The vast prairie open sky.
Hush, do they not lull the restless cattle to sleep, by a soft
Undertones sweet melody.
Drifting plains men, singing of the sorrows broken hearted,
And dreaming visions of their beloved, they've left behind.
Guitar strumming minstrels,...

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Driving in the city,
I'm used to many things - 
Crazy cabbies, honking horns,
Pigeons spreading wings.

In attentive texters,
Speedy messengers on bikes,
Nannies pushing strollers filled
With bored or wailing tykes.

Buses not in service,
Doormen whistles blowing,
Drivers who have no idea
Which way they should be going.

But one thing I have...

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Tumbleweed Billy And One Eyed Sam

Banked off jagged hills, pushed on by memory
Cause and effect took turns churning the sidewinders
Tumbleweed Billy and One Eyed Sam (The patron Saint of snake eyes)
Dragged down from on high by a freak flood

Through swollen gorges flushed with raging waters
From...

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The Kansas Tumbleweed

Dedicated to my dear friend Garry Pfauth 

The canvas of his mind carries;
Like the wild prairie winds.
Painting brushstrokes of memories;
Like ancient unknown friends.

Colors of his spirit;
Carries him back to home.
Art or visions created;
From dreams that he was shown.

Calling out to him;
From a palette...

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Giant Mesa’s have gray,
Elephant- footed talus slopes.
That seem to be padding toward
The highway. 
Tumbleweeds play along their toes
And one, bullied by the wind,
Flies like a hawk to land
Where tumbleweeds never see!
This one lands akimbo on the
Never-ending electrical wires,
It’s belly blazing in the sun
Noticing a view...

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I'm just a tumbleweed
Rolling in the dust
Nobody notices me
But I just must
                   bounce
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Windy day
weather beaten
tired
dried out
long grasses
worn
 b r e a k s   away
s
 w
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     p
       t

b  b  i  g   along
 o  b  n


dusty streets
carried...

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Yep, another voice cries for attention. 
It's the mark of sarcasm.
A chasm that's not of my concern
...

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Suck off

Ted’s teaching grandma to suck eggs
“Don’t patronise me lad,” she begs
"It’s a job I can do
SO much better than you
Just scarper on your asses legs!"

Gran whispers words I won’t repeat
Ted’s blushes as red as a beet
She is so worldly wise
And it is no surprise...

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Tumbleweed

	I'm so tired of tumbling down that highway
	Like a tumbleweed in the wind
	I'm so tired of drifting away
	Without the blessings of the canyon sun

	A ship upon that desert sea
	Sunlight so far away from me
	Back where the mountains start to fade
	Rolling hills rolling hills rolling hills...

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I was drifting through life resembling a tumbleweed,
Encountering life's challenges at each unseen bend.
Just tumbling along paying things little heed
Propulsion provided by each day's prevailing wind.

My vision was clouded and I had a misplaced trust
My thoughts became consumed by things past tense.
My armor, never shiny,...

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Quote: “Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice”. --Don Blinding 

I am a vagabond of heart, destined to roam, 
My wandering soul finds solace far from home.  
On urban trails, my footsteps stray,  
And there, my friend,...

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