Thousands of hands slash their eyes
When a thousand truths turn bloody lies.
Her morning smells of stale beer,
Her evening tastes of local fear –
Lights flicker on. Beds curse the strain.
Not the mind, not the head
Knows the helix of pain
That aches in man: downwards led.
Stoic statues weep at bleeding shelves
Of drooling words and lost lovers;
Everyman stands in walled cells
Dim and dimming others.
The sun descends, dark clouds unite,
Caged cattle cry, birds and wind fight:
The heart, the street, the sky, fall ill –
The world bleeds. Yet the stars shine still.
As nomads do, I travel far and rise
In realms where diversity intertwines.
To seekers in hostels, I do confide
That the pursuit of peace must live worldwide.
It's good to know that outcry still brings peace
When we respect each other's human rights.
At times, our conflicts advance without cease,
And the poor end up living in campsites.
In every heart, let human rights arise.
Lasting love grows as good acts never end.
Let's walk with care and keep all hope alive
Since warmth ends war when helping hands extend.
No matter race, creed, religion or need,
We aid human rights by doing good deeds.
Nomads, crabs aspire
Forsaken shells for tasking.
Seas' wanderers rest.
To all the nomads I've ever known,
The ones who moved from place to place.
Forever seeking people, places, things,
That they have always sought to know.
You've added to my life,
Sometimes resonance,
Sometimes strife,
As you come and go.
Occasionally I've followed you,
Challenging the accepted mores,
Of everything you do.
We've walked on many shores,
Knocked on assorted doors.
Always passing through,
Drifting as you will.
We've faded into crowds,
Never very loud.
Staying in historic places,
Where other nomads have been.
Living many lives,
That society has not seen.
Forever moving on,
Nomads are free!
Tomorrow’s going to find me in another place
I never had the urge to settle down
There’s so much of this world that I’ve never seen
Another mountain, another valley, another town
I get those urges every time I hear a train whistle blow
Or the sound of a ship pulling out to sea
Staying put is killing me and I’ve just got to go
That open road is calling out to me
My memories take me to my youth
Just living for each day
Reveling in the joy that freedom brings
Flew from Spain to Corsica
Saw Ajaccio but I couldn’t stay
Listen to a mermaid as she sings
Barcelona then the other side of Spain
Pull cinderella liberty for New Year’s eve
Take the liberty boat back at Two AM
With a bottle of cognac up my sleeve
Walked around an old castle in Patras Greece
On a warm and sunny day
Stopped in town and had a few
Then it was time to be on my way
Remembering all the places that I’ve been
Look at the lines carved in my face
Wishing I could sail again
Memories time cannot erase
Dreams take me back to the open sea
Stop for a while in Kingston town
See the Southern Cross at night
Pour another tequila down
Just a stranger in a strange land
A thousand miles of desert sand
With only the stars to guide me
And a thirst for life inside me
The moon eclipsed the desert air
Then from my lips a silent prayer
Enlightenment I do beseech
The precipice that I might reach
No boundaries that I can see
This desert wind has set me free
A wanderer without a home
A thousand miles for me to roam
Nomad fought for a fabled gap in the skies, adrift.
Seeking solace in the unknown, a soul to uplift
The sun casts an even brighter sphere in the air.
Guiding the wanderer with a gentle flare.
Ravens fly into the void, tearing sadness apart.
Their wings, a symbol of hope, ignited the heart.
He carries his life inside a backpack;
Tumbleweed rolling off beaten track.
A New Crystalline - Any Theme - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchen
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 03/03/2023
My soul longs for a place I can't remember. I never feel like I'm home. One life to the next, wandering aimlessly...searching. Wanting to go home. Hoping it will be soon. Waiting for the events that mark the day to transpire.
Nomad
It’s Old news to girlfriends
And former wives
I’ve been flying solo
All of my life
It wasn’t just them
I hadn’t stayed with
There were many a friend
And old acquaintance
Didn’t realize then
As I do today
I’m a nomad at heart
Who’ll stray over stay
I also know now
It’s freedom I need
Free to move on
Free to be free
I’m happy this way
It’s simple
You see
I’m happy alone
And happy with me
By Bill MacEachern
03/26/2021
They say, home is where the heart is.
But, what of those who carry their heart,
Never to leave it behind?
Nomads forever are they.
Lambent
Lychee leaf lambent
lilac layered loadstone ledge
lachrymose lagoon
Maze
Milky moonlight maze
mystic marvel magnet moults
magic mother’s muse
Nomads
Nightingale nurtures
nonplussed nomads nestling near
nascent neon nooks
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Jenish Somadas
Date submitted - 26th July 2020
Alphabets in sequence - L,M,N
A wanderer travelling in the abyss
Saffron blinding the mist
Blue covering the mighty
A tender wave decluttering the mosaic of rainbow
A deep dive into the green
Pondring into the white
Before black took over the spotlight
Where the wings flapped before goodbye
They've faced life's trials and tribulation
Regardless of their age or station
While travelling they have no peer
At making friends, imbibing beer
They look at things and see no problem
Because they've solved so many of them
They only see the good in life
They know there is no joy in strife
They travel round our wide brown land
To see the desert bloom is grand
It's something very few have seen
The rarest time, the brown land green
The time they spend in a country town
For shops they are the jewel in crown
They buy their fuel and food and drink
And then move on in just a blink
They may be old and not so sprite
May be forgetful, but they might
Be far more than they really seem
As they carry on and live the dream
In Australia, senior citizens who travel the land by camper and motor home
Navigating nervously through our natural neighborhood, our native nest away from the noise and neon nightlights
No need for the numerous noxious normality's named nectars of necessity
Neurotic nightmares of numbers and names; knickknacks, nukes, and narrow-minded ways
Nauseating and never-ending
Noble is the nomad; nimble through the netting with no need for its negativity
A new narration away from normal to the nurturing arms of nature
Neutral and nocturnal, novel nuances for the nameless and the neglected seeking nirvana
Negate the noose nudged forward by our nation and nullify the negative, bare naked in numinous nascent
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