Best Vagabond Poems

The deep delved path winds in the wood,
chasing with ghost-breaths and leafy hoods,
arbor-brawn the winnowed path crooks along;
whispering with what future song?

To ill desire and inches from hope,
plodding the cool of Earth alone?

...and the road behind pretends to love,
waltzing with garland worlds,
old friends long time...

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Poetry is like medication, in each release of expression,
there is healing - Poet.

In the realms of lost childhoods,
where demons prey upon the defenceless -
no one hears your screams.

I wandered spiritless,
like an abdicated soul,
renouncing my existence.
But the pain kept me alive.

I was an unknown vagabond, 
forgotten...

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I live the life of a vagabond poet
    now approaching my winter years.
         A time for reflection
               through introspection 
...

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Amidst reality of my life two single things remain 
inflection of your voice and glow of your tender eyes 
held safe by this memory we become transparent rain       
wild as the tidal waves of Bristol souls of no disguise...

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how old are they now
those that fell by the wayside, one foot in the unknown
the others that disappeared to the other side of the moon

why were they lost,  spilling into the wind
tossed upwards, cast aside, like an unrequited memory
giving way like broken clouds 
silently...

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The tail of a beaver, bill of a duck
yet they pull it off with honor and pluck
made with spare parts
they capture our hearts
with DNA tests that read WTF


©8/31/2018


for Any Animal Or Creature Limerick Poetry Contest...

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How long will this road grow
Gliding down these asphalt ribbons
Content I drift with no urgency
My mind wandering where it will

My feet zigzag  as the wind caresses my skin
I cruise safely as I watch the clouds moving thin
As I eat up pavements at a steady...

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“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the life of a vagabond. Survival is a funny game and life is an endless odyssey for survival”   ...

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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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C'est aussi simple qu'une phrase musicale.

He is driven by the music in his mind.
Images swirl and almost coalesce...
toujours guide par le son
insaisisable de cette musique...
I merely listen and record.
What makes the music in his head?
It leads, he follows.
I say...vous pouvez compter sur moi...
et qu'est-ce que...

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Once again

I miss the nothingness

the stale leftovers

of crusty bread

Once again

I yearn for something

which I ain't yearn for

I yearn for someone

who isn't there

Once again

the tear of joy

becomes a myrth drop

upon soft lips

Incensed cold ashes

cover flamed burns

Once again

I wonder why

Am I still  hoping

Why do I come...

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 " I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . . "





Born to crawl at the ground nestled with grass and stones
Under-estimated to be just a simple legged-insect
To be at veneer, an engrossed delightful ala will come and appear...

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borne by zephyr winds

     above mere mortals below

          communion with God

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 3 in Skat's "Air Balloon Ride" Contest - January 2011...

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The Vagabond
By
Tom Wright

There was a traveler named Trent,
From a city in Michigan called Flint.
He traveled so much,
He was never in touch,
Seems each time he arrived he went.
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Vagabond brothers in plaid patchwork socks
Crossing the street between stripes painted yellow
Stretching the avenue half past the hour
Dodging the drunk, he’s a staggering fellow

Grabbing a smoke from the stack on the corner
Begging a match that just isn’t the same
Identical twins from a different mother
Thinking the...

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