Long Wayfaring Poems

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impossible mission to encapsulate notion 
flitting hither and yon, to and fro
within cranium attached to mine body,
whereby irrefutable proof prevails
predicated when yours truly
scrutinizes other people visibly aware,
I a modest married male 
blessed,...

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I'D GO OUT ON A LIMB                             ...

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Argh daylight savings time ends – 2:00 AM November 6th 2022

Hour hands of o'clock get set back 
sixty minutes gaining extra hour of Autumn
round about this same day of November 
every year, what a bum
er,...

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Figurative paralysis laid waste body electric of mine

This is Spinal tap 
bamboozling, binding, bleeding, bombing...
ripped from every dog eared 
and book marked page
recounting latest ill fated fiasco, 
now peppering my life and hard times
causing quite...

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It stands on the edge of civilization,
fed by a ghost town road
A starving artery leading into the desert
Only desperadoes and Death Valley aficionados
pass through this lonely stretch of land
But there's a diner sitting at this...

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"See, I have set before you today life and good, death and evil,
in that I command you today to love the Lord your God, to walk in His ways, and to keep His commandments, His...

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10.
the  apparent golden pot that i thought 
to be the underneath of a kadam-tree 

in the dim light i can notice that 
the stars in the sky are disappearing  

this session of poetry...

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A poor, wayfaring man of grief is good enough for me,
Because he lives the way he gives, without pomposity,
He gives the way he grieves for us, and leaves for us, to ride,
A ticket for a...

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A poor, wayfaring man of grief, has shared his truth with me,
For he has walked the winding road of life's great mystery,
Behold, the man, the truth at last, is ready to be shared,
His message is...

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Brainstorm cometh, damning frontal hemisphere
jamming lookout, noggin perched, roiling thinking
uber wayfaring zealot, drills legendary phalanx.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *...

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The  village  where  my  father was  born.
After  so  many  years
Still  not   changed
Except  that    electricity   arrived  there ,
The...

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I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled 'neath narcissistic comfiture
a covey of tingles taunting the ambition you...

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"The evidence of yesterday,
Is what we disallow,
The future is a better way,
To live our lives right now."
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A poor, wayfaring man of grief,
Hath passed me on my way,
And though I stood in disbelief,
He stood in disarray.

I...

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When the call of adventure dawned on the wayfaring traveller

He sat down at the rock face quite tearful weary and sweaty

Thought about fate meaning and streamed in consciousness

A poet with a license to kill time...

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ruckus on my porch 
perked my ears 
last night
at the wicked hour I
flicked on the light
to hear
thumping and
chairs rattling
but in my window--
--no body
wayfaring thief
or wandering troll
must be hiding 
crouching down
I know
more scared than smart 
I...

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He lived always close to the possibility of women.
In his heyday, they would beg him 
to f... money out of them.
Facts are facts, and we cannot sugar coat
what was, in his own naively miscreant way,...

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A poor, wayfaring man of grief,
Is humble and serene,
As we display, a brand new leaf,
He celebrates the scene.

He knows the name of everyone,
Who stops to say hello,
Because, He radiates the sun,
And purifies the snow.

He rains...

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A poor, wayfaring man of grief,
May struggle as it seems,
To walk the road of disbelief,
And snuggle with his dreams.

Although alone and feeling low,
He does his very best, 
To edify the ones who know,
The meaning of...

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I once
dreamed a dream
about four blossoming roses.

As footprints trampled upon silent snow

one died from a chilling childhood,
frozen within dark chambers of the mind.
Aspirations disappeared with migrating nightingales.

As robins built their nests.

Jaded, one died from wondering...

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They descend into the hearts of men
like a troop
Don’t let ‘em in,
don’t let ‘em in
Or they will devour everything good within
Thousand voices of evil
hammering away at your resistance
Until they shatter your will not to yield
Leaping...

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Wayfaring heart please let me be
Wanderlust inside of me
Dreams of days upon the sea
Wayfaring heart please let me be
Longing to go back to Kingston once more
Walk along the sun drenched shore
Watch the horizon at the...

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So no more shall his traitors hate;
For death's veils have made it late
To slight any soul time has called
To dine and wine in the city of gold.

And his tombstone does eerily stand
Above the grass on...

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So no more shall his haters hate
For the veil of death has made it late
To hate a soul that time has called
To dine and wine in the city of gold.

And his tombstone will eerily stand
Above...

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Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive  garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,  
Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man. 
Illusions of a well worn thigh concealed with...

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Devoid of old qualms and ruing sigh
Wing your arc for purer stratum high,
Past's mortal morsels I urge forsake
For dainty victuals sage angels take. 

As mighty Retribution's brooms sweep
Away avarices that now huddled weep,
Your best plume...

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