Long Tramped Poems

Mission Control, this is Flight Z924693744, do you read?
We're having some technical trouble. How should we proceed?

We have spotted a planet, that appears to be suitable to abort;
But, to return to earth, we will need...

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With the morning crisp and frosty
    and the Earth yearning for autumn's heat.
Darkness gave way to a fractured dawn
    as the Sun rose in the East.
The forest became warm...

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When at five-thirty
In the rubbed-eye haziness
Of ferreting lonesome night walks
The camera-eye refugee
Asleep in the half wakefulness
Of the hour
Peers out of his high turbanned sockets:
Hyde Park's through road links
London's diurnally estranged couple -
The Arch and Gate.

...

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THE NIGHT THAT RABBIE VISITED ME
One night in spring  I couldn't sleep      I heard knocking on  the door
I got out of bed, walked to the window to have...

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Scribal notions these, and oh so sorrowful,
But, despite their seeming poignance they are not additionally puissant, no. 
I have seem them, wrapped in warmed and moist leaves:
No, not the leaves as pages of books, as...

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A REQUIEM TO MY PRECIOUS LEGS: ELEGY TO MY PARENTS

FREE VERSE FOR MUM
My birth remark reads:
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I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail,
As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail.

I had tramped so many interesting paths, both the famous, and the...

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THE UNDERSTANDING 
 
[ The identity of my father's grandfather and his resting place was unknown to 
him until one day the secret was literally unearthed in Charleville . ] 
 
   
The...

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I was in between jobs at the time and running short of cash,
so without a need to now explain my future don’t look flash.
I tramped from door to door to plead my unemployment case
in a...

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I was born with skin the color beige…yet people say I’m white…
I’ve never understood why people can’t get my color right.

I did not know when I was placed into my warm, soft baby bed
that I...

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[ In the early 1890's, Henry Lawson tramped to Hungerford  which inspired him to 
write a short story on his reflections.  In the 1980's I was part of a team 
connecting Hungerford ...

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Panic in the supermarkets!
By the new mad author
Stanley Russell Harris

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me.
In the supermarkets do panic I see?
I wonder why, as yesterday.
I was in one food shopping I say.

Not to me....

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Oh! to be among trees, mindful of silent power 
in mountains hallowed trails walked by Muir
snow still filling nature’s deep kept secret bower
breathe a bounty of sweet air clear and pure

the rush of streams in...

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One foot in place,
Bed of decease.
Palms on the pillow of rest, 
Tombstone.
Soil linen unfolded to cover the mourning soul.
Despondency at the Mormon rain of thoughts,
"For better or for worst...Till death..."
Seems bewildering now after all the...

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WHY?
A Soldier's Anguish

A poem by Brian W Fisher dedicated to all soldiers serving in Afghanistan.




We left. It was the time of lush green.
Deciduous trees sucking moisture to their leaves.
It was the way. It was England's...

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A Jerky Reverie

Where is the moon just now?
The light shining from the sun
appears, to have blotted it out.
The stark darkness of a motionless 
void, where atomic debris not seen,
passes
 through it, violating solid state.
Harmonious discontent,...

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He tramped upon the wooded way, 
By which direction he couldn’t say. 
For now it seemed that he was lost, 
So he sought a bed at any cost. 

Then in the clearing he saw a...

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In Autumn Fair 
The Old Oak stands strong in  dappled  shade, 
with sunlit greens and browns upon the  misted fields, 
who yield their timeless gaze. 
The bird of prey ; she soars...

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Unspoken Tokens - by Bob Atkinson

he walked over desert sands
for miles stumbling as a wild man
up to a fellow he did approach
to tell of the journey he made for gold

with quiet eyes this gent appraised
the...

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The silver sparkles in her smile
The vermilion arch of her lips
Her warm velvet chuckle
The tufts of hair brooking down her spine 
The millions gold of her breast

Ardent lust gleamed in her blush
My heart tramped louder...

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The New Guinea native fought the Japanese in 1942.
Good on you Fuzzy Wuzzie

Kokoda Gubba Gubba....

In the hills of great Kokoda, on the swamps of Milne bay.
Tramped a weary native strangler whose tribe are gone today.
Him...

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Have we, in our wanderings through 
storied lands, tramped upon 
purple earth cradling the sleep of kings?

Perhaps, far beneath our ambling feet, 
in crypts sealed by the amnesia of centuries, 
in sarcophagi dusted with a...

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I have been here, I’ve been there,
over yonder up and down.
Been back home and been long gone,
been nowhere but been around.

I’ve traveled for a far piece,
just a hop, skip and a jump.
I climbed clear up...

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It was Jazba and lots of Chewed Khat
That saw me enter an altercation 
With them boys in blue add a rivally
Between service men and Guradians
The sworn rivally the had just crossed
The thin blue line and...

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It was mid-April yet felt like December
we tramped a rocky trail in the Himalayas,
our footsteps echoed in the enchanting valley
under the blanket of warm twinkling stars.

Snow-clad peaks seemed closer than ever
as we walked hand in...

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