Best Wanderers Poems

A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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He stands upon the salty,slippery deck,
Yelling yaargh matey ,
with a halfhearted pirate drawl.
He's not to impressed with himself,
not an eyepatch or wooden leg,
not even a...

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There comes without a warning,
one in hooded mantle grey,
with silent footfall treading. . . 
treading nightfall into day.
An eerie mist - mysterious -
he haunts the...

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And still she smiles  

Even in this darkness, her darkness,
when a moonless sky
preaches fear from a pulpit of shadows
pointing elongated fingers
and walls crumble 
into...

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Celebration of Wind and Fire 

Celebrate the unseen face of God’s eternal Spirit
 Embracing all before creating light;
Action word of the eternal dance
 Hovering over...

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Listen to the shifting winds 
carrying musical meteors,
there soars floating
letters between 
lyrical lines,
emanating runes
that reflect 
revolving rhymes
of faith within
and beyond.
For we are more than
just spectators...

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I.Jesus Spoke to His Father

Jesus spoke to His Heavenly Father
Raising up to heaven His ardent pray’r
With deep bleeding wounds that he’d all endured,
Still hang on...

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Before there was a world or a word 
there was unfathomable loneliness
in the gaseous expanse of pin pricked night
an infinite course of vibrations, sound
nascent, coalescing,...

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It has been said you are all just bricks in the wall -
confined and coffined in concrete, your moments
magnified in mortar, souls stone-stippled.

But listen: you...

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We're now in the year 6555, and I am feeling happy and so alive,
Above, sunshine pours like honey, as along the oceanside I drive.

Wind whips...

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Had I not witnessed with my eyes
The massive throng of empty dreams,
I would have fallen for the guise
That all is better than it seems.

The awful...

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When I’ve gone
to the place
where my fathers’
have gone before me 
and the last tribute
has been paid to my memory,
may my singing words
crack the silence with...

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I've reached beyond the age of RPM records
        youthful addiction
My forty-fives tilt in a corner of the basement,
...

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We are not familiar –
we are city dwellers.

We have passed each other
on crowded city streets.
Proud yellows protruding
through concrete cracks.
I have danced with “lady slippers”
in a...

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The days go by
as I walk around the man made lake,
churning the tides of time backwards
making butter from the gold and brown broth
a solitary wanderers...

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