Best Wanderlust Poems

In the endless expanse 
of what exists
and the magic of what can be...

fantasy is the luster of opalescence

conceived in a continual curve of mother-of-pearl panache...

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  "Wearied Wanderlust"

upon a gilded meadow glows a bottle of tender tears
scattered ashes burnt and laden carpeting of stone
ravished emotions turbulent feasting on flesh...

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(Collaboration: Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire ~ Dec 2020)

I sit outside as evening settles in, 
a teasing breeze plays gently with my hair 
the mountains...

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Our lives are not immune to the impact of time,
nor is our mind between the tensions of love and hate.
That's why I curse this wanderlust...

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"How to tame the madness"

As I sit here, with intense dirty desire,
Tonight I think of you (the moon and stars)
To you, I send a redolent...

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I tracked along a silver trail
carved out from Earthly dust
by rays persistent in the dark 
and midnight wanderlust.

It led me to a bubbling fount
of sulfurous...

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Please, May I Walk Into Your Paradise With You - A collaboration with  Susan Ashley
 
Please, may I walk into your paradise with you
with...

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C ountry roots beckon regrets of past transgression
O ne-way ticket meant to soothe my innermost obsession
M emories of you not fading with passing of the...

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pastel June roses
afternoon picnic baskets
hiking a mountain meadow
the wanderlust thirst
as open as the ocean
beneath a fair freckled sky

drunk on sunshine wine
sunburns and blistered noses
sticky glazed...

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Music and romance are camarilla comrades,
just like poems are my shield and arrows.
But not all lullabies of lovers,
harmonise like a street choir of angels.
If love...

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The Wall

No Future is the worst and so,
I’ll dream of places I will go,
Fantasies are for such as I,
Facing the wall, the wall.

Tomorrow I’ll drive...

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Who was it that first said..  
'the eyes are the window to the soul'..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?

And what of...

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I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love...

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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
...

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I was a sophisticated, world class traveler, like merry wind in green trees.
I had seen hottest deserts and rain forests, where songs will never cease.

I...

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