Long Travel Poems
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She stroked his hand in passion and gave him life’s ultimate blessing
It’s time to go in love and peace she would miss his gentle caressing
Strokes of desire and passion from a wild sharp and emotional mind
His loins desire and poetry the spoon for her moon hot and entwined
It seemed an eternity since they first kissed and he gave her a peach
Gathered union sea shells and driftwood and built a hut on the beach
Tides had moved their Universe since heaven and haven joined together
Tickled their fancy lust and compassion and in turn she gave him a feather
Of lightness and light and they talked through memories and surrender
Now it had to be the final farewell from this journey of joy and splendour
Thank you and let’s not fall prey to gloom sadness but rather kindly rejoice
In those one thousand and more moments since we made that firm choice
Do you remember how everyone was against us and not gave us chance
Just a fling an illicit affair must be all about sex and mere flirtatious dance
But we stuck to each other like a butterfly courting a lavender blossom
Licked lips and skinfuls of perfume your hands on my quivering bosom
Read books together after you swam in my ocean under Turkish lights
Flew on magical carpets to ends and beginnings of daylight and nights
With glow worms and dolphins we mounted our kindness and destiny
in crescendo we climaxed on satin sheets in our fantasies breathlessly
The bedroom is now adorned with an IV drip stand and a catheter bag
You look haggard and worn out are so exhausted and wave the white flag
One more pull on the trigger and I honour your wish with one last shot
Syringe full of morphine full to the brim a promise when tying the knot
Farewell my Prince travel well for when you enter the kingdom beyond
I know you’ll wait for me patiently until in essence we realign that bond
Let us not talk any longer I shall simply hold you in my knowing embrace
Our infinity last forever anywhere anyhow and always in that new place
15th September 2020
Have you observed the mystical autumn’s dragon she?
I had not, but wondered how satisfying could it be?
You have to see it for yourself, the fey told me.
It’s a miracle in the making. Travel to the old oak tree.
The autumn’s dragon she is beautiful, she looks on fire.
She rose from the hills, full of captivating desire.
We loved the look of the autumn’s dragon she.
She rose up from a campfire and intimidated me.
Would you be looking at this again? Asked the old oak tree.
I surely would I said. It is something to see!
If you have never seen it, make friends with fey of three.
They are in charge of the transformation of the autumn’s dragon she.
We’re surrounded by hate these days…people with diametrically opposed views…
It streams across our social media…its shown daily on the evening news…
If we are to believe these outlets…hate is all around…
Looking at our politics, Israel and Palestine, Ukraine and Russia
there’s a lot of hate to go around.
But at the same time when I look around my neighborhood
What I often see…are simple acts of kindness, compassion, good will and generosity.
I see them every day when I’m behind the counter at the bookstore…
random act of kindness…something as simple as opening a door.
When a person opens a door for a stranger…a metamorphosis takes place.
Whatever their expression was before the door…there’s now a smile on each face.
When a door is held open for someone…
a ripple…an unspoken message has been sent…
which often leads to a smile, a thank you…and many times a compliment.
And I like to think each ripple of kindness…like opening a door
reminds everyone who’s watching…what we were created for…
Created for simple acts of kindness…the beauty is we never really know…
how meaningful one act can be…how far one ripple of kindness will go.
If we’re lucky it may travel all the way to our politicians…
may help to ease their mutual disdain…
It may travel as far as Israel, Palestine, Russia…and Ukraine.
Because when we open a door…
whether you open one for me…or I open one for you
There’s no way of ever knowing
how many people will walk through.
Which makes me wonder…
If more people opened doors for one another…
If one simple act of kindness we all choose….
Perhaps one day only acts of kindness will be found on social media
and show up on the evening news.
They started when the need to keep the school together,
as the golden sided fish travelled in their world of water.
Is isn't difficult to imagine riding one of them,
herding the school to keep it from becoming chum.
Just as the West had its run with the herds on the trail,
So too, does the water have its schools run with their tail.
If I can dream of being a ropin' a doggie,
I can certainly dream of keeping a golden school being caught by a froggy.
"Yahoo, ride 'em and push 'em there cowboy" on your mustang pony,
"Yeeha, keep 'em swimming and together" on your seahorse pony.
They're a little harder to saddle under the water the way they ride,
Upright without legs and a tail that they can't hide.
I'd name my seahorse "Blue",
That's the world he'd travel in, too.
Herding the schools of golden sided fish,
Knowing that none would ever reach a dish.
It's fun to imagine riding "ol' Blue",
And that's the way I'll leave it for you.
In the fading heat of a waning falling October night
Trick and Treat travel on their broomstick’s front seat
high speed velocity twin turbo engines in roaring flight
‘We must beat others to hallowed doors and beat defeat’
‘No one must impede our finely tuned Quidditch’s path’
Speeding on angel gas enriched with technology’s potion
they whiz through the busy sky have projected their math
have hacked air control have consulted internet motion
At a gate of a palace of fine marble and extravagant riches
old Scrooge bickers ‘in my day we were lucky to get an orange
and maybe a piece of coal you two modern and greedy es
I have something to teach you a lesson for I am The Gorringe’
Here is a coin ‘that’s the way the money goes pop goes the weasel’
At the Eagle Tavern Scrooge has prepared for revenge in delight
the landlord fills Trick’s and Treat’s goblets from a decanter of diesel
‘Have one for the road you measly creatures please don’t get a fright’
Despite all mod cons they are suddenly grounded high on the fuel
hallucinate happily have glorious visions of hot sausage and mustard
while there in the mood already dream of the forthcoming Pagan Yule
nothing worse than going cold turkey but they imagine cold jelly and custard
When Trick and Treat crash from above because their parachute fails
the old man in his wisdom chuckles to himself because he is still standing
his bones are crackling but a sound mind feeds on the moral the story entails:
‘If you underestimate seasoned wisdom there might be an unhappy ending’
30th October 2018
The Borg have nothing on the bees;
they act as a collective mind.
Instead of dominating worlds,
They leave a better place behind.
A bee’s life, rather short and hard
unless it happens you’re the Queen.
Twenty-five hundred eggs a day
leaves little time to primp and preen.
The gals do all the work, of course;
the morning route is fifty flowers.
Two hundred beats produce that buzz.
They travel fifteen miles per hour.
Collectively, when added up,
a hive will travel pretty far:
A spin or two around the world
to make a single honey jar.
They’re really not the violent sort;
a gal who stings thereafter dies.
A different type of stinger’s found
among the drone sex worker guys.
Their honey is the only food
you’d need to keep yourself alive.
So cut back on the chemicals
and make a world where they can thrive.
Blessed is this honey bee;
her labor gives us all our fruit.
No other living thing their prey;
oh, that we’d learn to follow suit!
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for the Bee Creative Poetry Contest
sponsored by Matt Caliri
written on 05/28/2022
It was this world’s most popular word people use for a fancy trip they take “Travel”
My definition was a mile’s journey taken from one place to another in life
I moved from painful events as I transitioned into all sorts of places
My happy ones filled with flowers
My sad ones filled with anxiety and depression making this journey all worth it like four seasons as each one has its beautiful definition
I used the travel word as I verbally went through counselling to align my soul with my body, mind and spirit and crossed over the road less travelled
Many people travel using different travel mediums such as cars, busses, planes, boats and the likes
With me, it is always different and blossoming
Nothing like what others use to be transported to their destinations
With me, my travels are always my life experiences
I had variations without even thinking about my own moods, but as a writer
I needed to know just when to double my final consonant and when I should not
I deviated from my practice only when I used this word “Travel” no matter my stress pattern as my final consonant doubled
With this word came determining factors of places, memories and friends I made along this journey
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Loving you is easy as the heart sings into your heaven
Come kiss me sugar before the snow melts
Stunning visions before the mirrors a flame sparks
As two white doves in eternal faithfulness weld us together
Standing an adoring torch within a breathtaking ray of sunlight
Dreams that were answered, within soft tenderness beauty and love
Always when you enter number one smiles
Love's paradise ruby wine flows warm
I will forever find you interesting sweet dreams
as you make me forget everything that lies behind
Many moons searching distant horizons
Coming out slowly from the light my dear
As I stared into the stars thoughts within you entered
Brilliant beauty a miracle dawns new horizons
Darling captivating your precious light holds me
Each time seeing you is like I have known you a lifetime beyond anything
We travel down the starlit path only for eternity
Heaven's whisper creating our future and dreams
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
24.02.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
“Nobody can tell us where paradise is,
so let us invent one within” – By poet
Far away from the mortal perception,
beyond the void of the azure sky,
a surreal haven they say lies
above the astral height,
the glorious magnificent realm of God,
where in dream-drenched meadows angels dance.
The splendor of the conjured heaven,
enveloped by the aura of golden glow,
we on earth crave to see after we depart
as the aspiring nirvana we try to attain.
Seeking the access to paradise,
we need to travel first on the path of self-discovery.
We wish to join in heaven
the loved ones whom we have lost,
begin a new sojourn of the after-life,
suffused with the divine delight,
and reach the supreme sanctum of bliss,
the soul invents as the ultimate destination.
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March 28, 2023
Word chosen : Paradise
Contest : Word Challenge - "P" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Silence
Silence can give comfort
It’s a perfect hiding place
Where sometimes we choose to retreat
For hours or for days
But even though we choose to be
Without disturbing noise
This should not mean that we prefer
To be without a voice
A voice to make a statement
A voice to take a stand
A voice that parts not with the truth
When lies are in high demand
Outspokenness is a virtue
When integrity has its back
Why speak out, but when in a jam
We cower and backtrack?
Be silent then, and do not speak
For spoken words will travel
Into the ears, into the minds
They hamper or unravel
Speak up when it will save a soul
When it’s right and justified
No room for cowardice and fear
Their access is denied
Choose for a voice, don’t quiet down
Be bold with grace and poise
And have your silence when preferred
But don’t be without a voice.
Wendy Nipas