Gamut the exposed mist,
Hail that zero hour’s nigh,
Occasions the deceased,
Spirited phased its grave,
Tombstones elicit ground,
Lured by textbook imaged,
Yields ample space afloat.
Dream
Life is an uphill battle to be waged with steam .
“Strings of thoughts in my mind oft stream,
Asleep or half awake, like a dream
That soars in a while to the sky
Soon after I open my eyes.” By Author
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My Dream Within a Dream
Lost in slumber, deep and still
I dream of a journey uphill
Strewn with thick thorns on the way
A scorching sun all through the day
Wild winds whirling without cease
Oft slogging with bruised knees
Left to my own destiny
With no soul to goad me
As to brave the storms I strive
And at day`s end to survive
The view ahead of me is bright
Offering a picturesque sight
Each step I trudge raises me up
Leaving worries in a cup
With each step up, the air grows sweet
Though heavier become my feet
Yet I move, pulled by rays of hope
As the peak beams with new scope
Just when at top of the hill
Wild winds hurl me downhill
I quite wake up in sweats, with fright
Half asleep, under the moon`s light
I wonder with a soft scream
If life is a dream in a dream
An uphill battle to wage with steam.
It's an endless journey to find love and its meaning…
A promised destination that may never come true.
I thought my direction was on the right path,
until my direction brought me to you.
The distance between your heart and where I'm standing, is the same distance from here to the moon.
And, that promise I made I have just broken,
and love and its meaning are broken, too.
When I think of love, it makes me wonder
why I ever tried so hard
to reach the distance from where I'm standing
to somewhere in your heart.
Yes, I've forgotten the meaning of love,
and the moon is still so far away.
But, if every journey begins with a footstep,
then I'll reach the moon someday.
It's an endless journey to find love and its meaning…
Luton Airport
People, passengers, everyone going somewhere, somewhere else
I love seeing them; there are so many nationals. Hmm. A half hour ago, I shopped
A white Bacardi, and beside me, I heard Polish words. I looked there
A very likable par. A young Polish woman and a man. I asked them.
(They shopped at the self-service checkout)
Are you Polish? “Yes.” They answered. Nice to meet you, I said. I am a Hungarian
I told them. We talked a bit. Not too much time. They were friendly. Polish and Hungarian
They are brothers and sisters. They are on a different line. I just think. I am still sitting here
So many people walking in front of me, I am sitting on a bench, and the pubs are full here
In this airport. Always
Good to see these people here. How many nations are there? I don’t know. I don’t know
Someone is going to the Parish, someone to Bucharest, Someone to Warsaw, Someone to Krakow. And to so many places, cities, and countries. They're just flies, from my mind
I saw all of them—many faces, souls, characters. My heart is in pain. I can’t see them anymore
Have a Good Journey!!
God Bless You!
All the Best!
All to You
Love You!
Without much of a ceremony
one day i walked through a portal
knowing everything would be different
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
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whispers carried on the wind,
a rustling of leaves,
a bird’s fleeting song~
all guiding me east, always east.
the soles of my boots,
worn thin,
mirror the thinning veil,
the one between here
and… elsewhere.
each sunrise brings a fresh baptism,
washing away the dust of doubt,
the clinging tendrils
of yesterday's fear.
I carry no map, only a compass
that spins wildly,
then stills,
pointing inward.
The light, they say,
is not a destination,
but a state of being,
a resonance within one’s soul.
so I wander, not lost, but guided,
by the echo of a forgotten prayer,
the promise of a light
that already knows me.
and with each step,
the distance dissolves,
and I am
closer to home.
I awake at sunrise,
even when night has broken me.
Shadows whisper my failures,
but the sun sings my name
and I listen.
I walk with trembling steps,
but each step is a drumbeat,
a life tempo,
a chorus of hope.
I've carried storms inside my chest,
drowned in oceans of uncertainty,
yet here I stand
a lighthouse,
shining for the lost.
Every scar is a song,
every tear a note,
every breath a verse
in the anthem of becoming.
I am not my mistakes,
I am the second chance melody.
I am not my fears,
I am the fire that engulfs them.
I am not my past:
I am the horizon
wide, waiting, infinite.
Let the world attempt to silence me then.
I will wake at dawn.
I'll sing with the sun.
And I'll never give up until the sky itself claps for me
I taste the wind deep in my chest
each breath sharp with sky and grit.
Dawn pushes heavy against my shoulders
every step thunders beneath me.
Hills rise, silent and stubborn...
creeping memories I cannot shake.
My hands throb, my legs burn.
A silent spark beats beneath my ribs.
Every footfall sends a spark.
Each pulse beats with stubborn will.
They rush past - brushing my arm
their courage carried by the wind.
The last stretch hums beneath my bones, a rhythm only the determined feel.
I’m tired, but I keep going.
The ache is there but I carry on.
The finish isn’t the line I cross,
it’s the strength I hold beyond it.
it’s the strength I carry past it.
Every step brings a small victory.
Every breath keeps its own strength.
A life built one stride at a time...
foot by foot, wind at my back.
It claps down through the lonely lane of view,
Far an eyesore with intent, trying not
To build out of raw annoyance long queue,
Lined up in weakness from a feat so hot.
Bit by bit, busy mornings mining miles
Away from nearer tease, closing up luck,
With tense atmosphere clawing calm styles,
Beasts in loyal heart lately riding truck.
On weary road, catching fun of captives,
Past weighs… each weird run’s timing: shooting .
Now, on its fitness, time what fun forgives—
A stake of peace commending rolling spit.
On a roaring mountain top upon birth,
Off silent valley’s stage: offensive death.
Destinies intertwine with no roadmap
life altering chances will never come twice
~ the future is a minefield
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I have walked the hallways
where minutes gnash like teeth,
each second a pebble pressed
into the jaw of memory.
The air tastes of iron--
memory’s rust,
old prayers swallowed
before they ever touched the light
Yet still - I carry my candle
into the jaw’s dark cavern,
its flame a soft rebellion
against the grindstone silence.
Soft laughter rests in the cracks,
like seeds grabbed
into the frozen earth,
waiting for the frost to release them,
for spring to rise
from winter’s quiet.
I move onward,
not a hostage,
but marrow unbroken,
a hymn rising
through bone and enamel,
singing until the jaw
yields to the light.
To change desired end result
input first needs to be somewhat different
risks calculated for better odds
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)
Kumbaya Mylord
I am tired of the hate
I am tired of the divide
And so I do what I can
And begin the longest journey
With a single step, again.
(9/16/25)
The water is close
Yet we drown in sollace
The dissaray of despare piles like the water that piles and heaps behind the dams
Our bodies lie decrepid and dry
Yet we are close
The water drips
And
It dissapears
Into the body that now is just as it was before water
We can see this wealth
A body that would sustain ours
Synergetic and symbiotic
Yet, the water remains distant
Our eyes feast on the drip as it sprints and hides
We can crawl but we cannot really
We are all to weak to brave the journey of dust and dry despair
Drip
And those of us who do
Realize
The water is not real
And we all die
All mortal
All with our pains and greivences
The suffering and eternality
The water was a lie
Specific Types of Journey Poems
Definition | What is Journey in Poetry?
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