Long Traveler Poems
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I am a time traveler,
I travel incognito,
I am immortal,
Have traveled worldwide,
From the beginning of time,
So this is no nursery rhyme!
I see your planets devastation,
My message,
Hope, peace and unity.
My home is a far away galaxy
Far out in space,
I am saddened looking down,
At your wanton destruction
Of the human race.
In my galaxy, we live in harmony,
There are no wars.
This is is my last visit,
So humans take serious note,
My successor unknown,
He or she could predict doom
There is no longer room,
To be complacent and passive.
Beware of the likes of Elon Musk,
Planet earth, gather your wits,
For now, and from herein,
More conspiracies and cyber tricks,
Will abound.
Wealth must be equally
Distributed, an absolute must
Power will become far more just,
Perhaps an illusion,
But a worthwhile
Goal and solution.
Let my words echo far and wide,
From one side of the planet
To the other side.
Let all have equal access
To health and medicine,
No discrimination against
Color, religion or social status,
Step back a few paces,
Look at your pollution,
You need to adopt firm resolution,
A beautiful, pristine planet earth.
Is littered with refuse,
Thrown from car windows
You have become a dumping site,
There is no escape,
To where would you take flight.
Neglecting your planet,
Affects climate and brings
About hazardous weather change,
You have but little time left,
You are destroying marine life,
Temperatures so high,
Seas are at boiling point,
Is it not time therefore, for
Humanity to address this issue,
Stop being so greedy, strive
For enough only,
Then your life
Globally, will change
For the better, but please
Understand, and hurry, for the first step.
Begins with you.
I pray my echo has been,
Heard loud and clear,
Start repairing your planet
Today, but I mean today,
And you will have nothing
To fear.
I now bid you farewell,
Change is the key,
I can see you are sad,
But must also tell,
For humanity one day to live well,
Please persevere,
So that history may retell.
Poetry competition Entry: Starman Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tom Woody
Dated; 2024/11/17
In Northern lands, where memories reside,
A tale of communal living, forever to abide.
Among the indigent, a unique bond takes hold,
Rich and poor entwined, young and old.
On mats, they gather, a symbol of equality's might,
Before God, no segregation, just love shining bright.
Sokoto's atmosphere, a haven for strangers to roam,
A place where hearts are open, and love is made known.
But beware, dear traveler, of the border line,
Where faith and reverence entwine, a sacred, solemn sign.
Friday's zeal and passion, a sight to behold and see,
A day of reverence, a day of devotion, for you and me.
In Sokoto's lovely community, where lovely people reside,
Festivities like Sallah, bring joy, love, and generosity inside.
Giving is their attribute, a virtue they hold so dear,
A trait that sets them apart, year after year.
Oh, Sokoto, I long to behold you once more,
To experience your love, your peace, your hospitality's score.
Sarki Ada, may your days be long and bright,
The Sultan of Sokoto, may your reign be just and tight.
The path of time has slipped through the endless clock,
The trail of life has stretched and in the void, it lingers long,
Silence wraps itself in the shadow that was time's measure,
Soon, the divine edge will pass, and eternity unravels.
Whisper to them, citizen of the early dawn, servant of gentle words,
Traveler marked by the sun, with steps in the abyss lit by rays,
A walker who follows the dice of destiny, confident in his being,
Their ascent is underway, awaiting the divine light to greet it.
Oh, my envoys, heralds of a world below the stars,
Where souls reconcile with dawns dried by the dew of ephemerality,
I have walked through the sphere of the visible with knees raised,
Listening to the One who majestically descends above the seas.
With the bitterness of the voice that has filled the skies from Jerusalem,
Despair buds on cherubic wings, while
He whispered my name and broke the path from my anchored heart,
"Follow My way", the sky spoke, and the storm descended.
Unbraided speaker, you have stretched across so many untrodden paths,
You have danced with the core of the day, and dusk found you unshaken,
Harbinger of wonder, you have bloomed and blessed through good deeds,
But the pure light will find you, in the calm where you will be laid.
The curtain of the dawn reveals acts seen by pure hands,
From their light arises, in accord with the ordinance of the open sky,
White and black are woven with grace, but they don’t serve to conceal,
All enlightened deeds, all will be kept in the splendor of the night.
For so says the Keeper of time, the Master of heaven and earth,
For so speaks the Torch that illuminates even the brightest nooks,
"You can always reveal yourself, for your deed, you will soon be rewarded",
The magical mystery of life reveals its grandeur in equal, profound rhythms.
I'm a bird of prey creme de la creme.
On air, I'm like a heat-seeking missile,
a kamikaze airplane swooping down
on prey with lethal precision.
My large eyes, as sharp as an Eagle's.
Tell the Eagle I said so!
I can also spot and zero-in on a prey
from thousands of feet high!
I'm a solitary speed demon of a bird.
Don't even think Cheetah; I'm so fast
that cat moves like a tortoise to me.
Land or air, I am indeed the fastest
animal on the face of the planet.
Pardon my vaingloriousness!
Did I mention I'm a cannibal, too?
Yes, I feed on other birds.
I'm often called the "duck hawk"
because...well, I enjoy duck meat!
I sexually mature at the age of three.
I typically breed from March to May.
I don't build my own nests, I simply use
existing vegetation to lay my eggs.
There's incredible power in my sturdy wings
An indefatigable traveler, I get around
the world, spotted in every continent!
I'll repeat, in case you've already forgotten...
I'm the fastest living thing alive.
Tell the Cheetah I said so!
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Date written: 09/27/2020
In the smiting chill of a dreadful wintry night
When through every fiber n’ nerve, was the cold bite,
I was sitting cocooned beside my hearth,
Sipping a cup of steaming tea of my choicest blend.
Suddenly my attention was caught by something moving,
Through my window I saw a shadowy figure.
But who would dare to be out on such a night?
It was a night when winter slumber suddenly had grown,
Into a blizzard with blinding snow and hail flooding
When the land lay blanketed under snow’s strangulating clutch
When leafless trees stood motionless like spectral shadows
When animals stayed in their boroughs or dens in hibernation
But what I thought I had seen earlier
Was not a whim or a figment of my imagination.
I clearly saw someone walking, moving slowly or stealthily.
It disturbed me and I wanted to know who he was.
Unlikely to be a robber or a rogue with some sinister intent.
Could be a man who lost his way and needed urgent help.
Impelled by an irresistible urge to find out who he was,
I plunged myself into the sea of snow holding on to faith.
Faint moon light was shimmering between dancing snowflakes.
Not quite sure if I would find an enemy or a friend,
I walked on, pledging I would face what might come.
As I moved closer to that tottering figure
I realized he was someone half frozen in snow,
Desperately trying to get back home,
And I was on a divine mission to be the hands of God,
To direct a waylaid traveler back home,
And save a helpless soul from being frozen to death.
I don’t know what happened to that man beyond that night,
But am sure, he has survived many more winters,
And would be thankful to God for the providential help,
That saved his drowning life on such a fateful wintry night.
Now when I think of it, I feel even a bleak winter day,
Can be made bright by the power of kindness that we show.
It is the concern and preparedness to help someone in trouble,
That ignites our hearts with a divine spark and helps us connect.
DADDY'S NOT DEAD HE'S JUST GONE HOME~~
Just a saintly wayward traveler
On loan from our Father
A passer-by
He stop by birth on earth
Co-created a family
Yes, daddy your gone
But your not dead;
You've just gone home
I'm not alone Our Father in heaven has sown
The seed of victory
The Jesus has already died for you and me;
Yes! My daddy gone, but he's not dead;
He just gone home;
To live with Our Father in Heaven
To die on earth and eternity without Christ is loss, but to die in Christ is gain
Let us rejoice and lift him up in Jesus name;
Just a saintly wayward traveler;
On loan from our Father;
A passer-by;
From heavens skies;
Miss you dad;
Yet I raise you up in arms, hands and prayers;
To our Daddy in heaven;
It's by our faith no you've risen;
My family, my friends all around me agree and said...
Yes! My daddy gone, but he's not dead;
He's just gone home;
1/2/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019 ©
~~A dedication to Beata Agustin and her Dad~~
Beata Agustin
Under the moonlight, when shadows whisper the secrets of ancient spirits,
A thread of light dances in the darkness, guiding lost steps,
In the depths of silence, where dreams merge with memories,
A river of thoughts flows, carrying echoes of time and desires.
A solitary traveler through the vast cosmos, lost in the sea of stars,
I seek a hidden meaning in the heart of the chaos that surrounds me,
Esoteric symbols intertwine, forming a labyrinth of questions,
In which my soul searches for itself, seeking eternal peace.
Ritual repetitions of whispers soothe my cosmic loneliness,
While magical alliterations weave a hypnotic music,
Beyond the veil of reality lies an invisible universe,
Where ancient spirits watch and await my rebirth.
Through the mist of illusion, I feel the call of a lost harmony,
A symphony of the soul rising from abysses forgotten by time,
In every heartbeat, I hear the echo of my destiny,
A destiny written in the stars, a story unfolding eternally.
In the silence of the night, when dream and reality intertwine,
I find myself whole in connection with all that was and will be,
Like a Phoenix reborn from its own ashes, I embrace my path,
My soul sings the symphony of the cosmos, in an eternal reverie.
Circa April 17th, 2120, or 1820 military time,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime
(moost procreative, prodigious, and progressive)
stage, since (case ye didn't know) approximately
eight score orbitz round Earth's sun still noontime
chronologically analogous to protracted lunchtime
whereat the average offspring jetson or (daughter)
Born twenty years into twenty second century alive
and well (still hashtagged as precocious) with drive
to safely, sidestep, and surmount establishmentarian
archaic, formulaic, and mosaic Judaic/Christian give
wry master of words (me) take poetic license to jive
reasonably rhyming nope heart tickle early misthrive
moost definitely dirty deeds done dirt cheap (trick)
super tramping space cowboy lobbing power-drive
re: frequently innocent prelapsarian double entendre
(Jean Jacques Rousseau) Noble Savage he doth strive
even though hanky panky tinged entire his/her story,
Homo sapiens animal husbandry hastily did wive.
The traveler reeked of weariness,
His companion was Fatigue
Wear upon his clothes suggest
He'd come a million league.
Gaunt were eyes deep set and brown
Above his cheekbones high
His being was pure somnolence
And I heard his silent cry.
Hard roads had been his travel
The pains chiseled on his face
In lines of furrows on his brow
Permanently enlaced
Around I saw no motion there, then ...
His head began to rise
Finally he looked at me ...
Suffering in his eyes.
So quietly I attended
And with a heavy heart
I wanted so to speak to him ...
But knew not how to start
Within his labored breathing
He then began to speak
His words, when finally spoken
Were truthful and unique
His lips worked to form the words -
Then said; "My name is: Common Man,
I'm a father; I've worked hard;
' always done the best I can.
"The road's become uphill and steep with
Burdens I can't propel
I've tried to move on forward -
But, I stumbled here - and fell.
"There are others on me
Who so do depend
I must move on forward,
This mustn't be my end.
"Now I must reach out to you
'Cause before I've never failed
I'm turning now to you
'Fore on hardships I'm impaled".
A calloused hand then extended
Toward my outstretched hand
And I want to heed the call
For this Common Man.
But, Greed and Avarice have won
And assistance can't be lent -
Wall Street, you see, owns me now:
I'm Your Government.
Winged Lessons
by Odin Roark
Sitting astride his backpack,
A roadside nomadic looked up from his book.
The sun oppressing,
The sand distressing,
The bird noise progressing.
“From where came your right
To straddle fence wire and incessantly complain
With pompous cawing at a resting traveler,
As if he didn’t belong?
Who made you judge and jury for speeding cars
Trying to avoid your missile-like whitewash
As they chase setting suns
And see me only as a roadside shadow?
What do you know of windblown highway ditches as nightly shelter,
Or roadside memorials of white-cross remembrances,
All kinds of lives suddenly stopped?
Rather than making all that commotion,
Wouldn’t you be better off listening a little more,
Enjoying the fluttering quiet of those beautiful black-opal wings,
As you swoop in on sign posts and rusted-out abandoned cars?
What’s with your nasty disposition, anyway?
And why aren’t you carrying on like the raven you are,
Instead of the your noisy lessor specie, the crow?
Oh never mind.
Just shove off.
Let me have some peace
While I work through Poe’s take on your gnarly purpose.
Better still, just shut up and listen.”
‘And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!’
“See what I mean…
Maybe this Poe fella is trying to explain
Neither one of us is gonna live forever,
So…”