My soul cries out for shores I cannot reach,
My fragile body bars me from the beach.
I dream of London's chimes from Big Ben's face,
And Rome's old Colosseum, lost to time and space.
The world's a book I yearn to read, my dear,
But all its pages are locked away in fear.
Categories:
passport, appreciation, body, desire, literature,
Form: Alexandrine
Calling over a blurry video,
As much emotion as static would allow,
Natheless I knew you missed me; your kiddo
I can see it in your eyes and wrinkles now.
Ever since I boarded the plane for distant lands,
Venturing zealously for a better life
Excitement eclipsed the price of my plans;
Repenting now I didn’t kiss goodbye.
Recalling sweat and all the pain endured,
Even as I build another life anew,
This house lacks warmth and I'm insecure-
Underneath it all I long for you.
Rooted to home only in the tongue I hold,
Now I'm counting the debt which I've long owed.
Categories:
passport, 12th grade, home, immigration,
Form: Other
There's a passport I would like to revoke
from one person who thinks it's a joke
to repeatedly make fun of fellow writers.
Like a pugilist, she calls us 'prizefighters.'
What harm if we enjoy entering contests?
That doesn't prove whose poetry is best
because one person's opinion has weight
and another says it's open for debate.
If she's trying to deflate anyone's intellect,
she won't do it with a weapon of disrespect.
I applaud people who bravely try a new form
They're not afraid to write out of the norm.
She stabs with a pen, trying to draw blood
while sitting on her toosh like a couch spud.
We don't write to be popular. She's wrong,
but lord, she keeps howling the same ol song.
She claims we want attention and a high profile,
but her posts draw attention in words that defile.
I've never understood why her eyes get glazed
over contest entrants who should be praised.
She dares write of grace and having humility
but complains vehemently, and with hostility.
Her PS passport should be revoked & shredded
as punishment for being rude and hardheaded.
Categories:
passport, character, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Since I was blessed to land here,
One matures…….as a young deer.
To be popular, is not my desire.
But to grow in desire, for poetry’s fire.
To be above all, graced with humility.
Do I try new forms in a mad frenzy?
For me, that simply…is not my style.
Truth, beauty, but never high profile!
The rain kisses the earth, as I now write.
Unable to pen of matters, rude or too trite.
12/2/2022
Categories:
passport, growth, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Everything appearing as nothing..
Obviously the reverse of
Nothing appearing as everything..
In their turn
Each seems to propose a source..
Language seems to have
Source talk embedded..and cannot
Capture the paradox of what is
Unexplainably
Simultaneous..
Poetry may be the passport...
Categories:
passport, appreciation, forgiveness, lost, words,
Form: Blank verse
Time and chance happened
to me
Opportunity came knocking
Canadian visa on my green passport
grabbed with both arms
Montreal, Ottawa here
I come
KLM, Air France, Amsterdam, Montreal
cities so surreal
Dreams and imagination becoming
so real
Waiters and waitresses
wait on me
Dreamy and misty but so real
Race and colour irrelevant
All wait on me
Living my dreams
Ottawa with love
Visa on my green Nigerian passport
Categories:
passport, appreciation, blessing, city, heart,
Form: Free verse
I Am A Book
By David J Walker
I am a book of Unread pages
I am a book
I am a book Written in stages in
A travel log On a road called Time
With the foreign stamps Of Passport Ministers
Checking my credentials along the way
I am a book
I am a book Of unread scripture
With the lectures on faith
In staggered chapters and the
Tattered chronicled collections of
Odd jobs We have asked of a Loving God
Written in a foreign language
I am A book
I am a book Of erotic poetry in
Pictograph albums Scrutinized and analyze
Then censored By holier than me censors
I am a book
I am a book With pages numbered
And then sealed Its secrets to be
Revealed in full on an unannounced
Judgment day with Disputes left in the hands of
A Divine Defender
I am a book
I am a book
To be colored Everyday
Where the lines do not matter
Only the hue and The view
In which you see me
I am a book
I am a book Not to be left On the dusty shelf of
A forgotten library Rarely opened in a
Distant history I am a book to be read
And even if misunderstood To be savored
I am a book
Categories:
passport, allegory, books,
Form: Rhyme
The Ship is Sailing
By David J Walker
The ship is sailing
And there is no going back
the shore you were sure of
Is further away
The ship is sailing
Under the flags of
Gods at odds over
Control of
Wind and sea
The ship is sailing
And the day to day
Is the same as same
So the sane read quietly
The ship is sailing
And there is a port en rout
Where everyone
knows your name
The ship is sailing
And you wave unseen
To those onboard
As the Harbor Master
Checks your passport
Categories:
passport, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
In my dream, I lost my passport;
I was searching high and low
Though it wasn’t clear exactly where
I was supposed to go.
I was frantic as I rooted
Through my bag with all its stuff
As the line was inching forward
And I knew I couldn’t bluff.
But at last, I seemed to find it,
Zip-lock baggied, buried deep,
So I stuck it in a pocket
Knowing it would safely keep.
The analysis is easy;
There’s no need for Dr. Freud.
With my passport gone I couldn’t travel,
Which I’ve so enjoyed.
It’s ironic, though, that in the dream
There was a happy end.
In reality, my travel now’s
No better than pretend.
Categories:
passport, travel,
Form: Rhyme
The Passport
Sometimes we think people and our significant others are going to be our passports,
Passports to love, passports to happiness,
Passports to the beginning of families that we may have always craved,
or lives we always imagined in distant countries
passports to new experiences and
emotions we may have never felt.
Instead we find them to be passports to regret and emptiness,
Futility, deceit and even death.
They remain unaware of the hopes and dreams we have pinned to them,
They disappoint and even distress to the point that
they become PORTS we now have in our past
A port we seek to forget for now we realize
All the while that inside of us lies
The very thing we have been seeking outside of self
“The passport to our own happiness”
Categories:
passport, fantasy, feelings, happiness,
Form: Free verse
she is
you are
going to be
the one that
sees me for
the first time
setting foot
on South
American
soil and i
didn't do it
for mankind
but for myself
Categories:
passport, muse,
Form: I do not know?
-What are here?
Nothing. Only alphabets
-Aren’t alphabets anything?
-What are here?
Nothing. Only words
-Aren’t words anything?
-What are here?
Nothing. Only sentences
-Aren’t sentences anything?
-What are here?
Nothing. Oh! Only poetic expressions
-Aren’t poetic expressions anything?
-Who are they?
None. Oh! Only poets and poetesses
-Aren’t poets ad poetesses none?
-Please, let me live into this perpetual planet
No; you’ve no liberal passport
-Do I need passport to live in this planet?
Yes; you’ve need liberal passport to live here
Because, this is such a planet where fully absent-
the creeds, the caste, the racism,
the language discrimination, the violence,
the hatred, the vengeance, and more
the misery activities for humanity.
-So if I say I’m out of these harmful doings,
Would you allow me to this planet?
Yes; if you’re human, you’ve conscience of humanity
You are allowed to this immortal soul of
alphabets, words, sentences, poetic expressions
-November 24, 2018 Chattogram
Categories:
passport, how i feel, humanity,
Form: Free verse
Excuse me sir ,said the Security at the Airport.
Can you Please show me the Passport.
Have you ever thought of a Passport.
Who are you without a Passport.
Like an alien without a Passport.
Like a criminal without a Passport.
Why can not we walk without a Passport.
Why can not we meet without a Passport.
I am thinking of the one who made the Passport.
Should be sent to Pluto with the Passport.
Teach your children truth about the Passport.
We are all Human without the Passport.
Categories:
passport, creation, destiny, education, future,
Form: ABC
"PASSPORT"
Passport to Freedom Baby Shooting Star Released
(Lovejoy-Burton/ 2018 Jan)
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zA_lhbPVDi4
Categories:
passport, adventure, freedom, life, light,
Form: Monoku
Our passport photos aren’t great
And not because they’re out of date,
For we’d been told no smiles allowed
And to this edict, we had bowed.
On mine, I look like I’m a thug
Or someone yearning for a hug.
My husband’s looks about the same,
A sour face inside the frame.
But now it’s time – we must renew
And no one said a grin’s taboo
So in the pictures we just took
We both display a happy look.
Perhaps the next time that we fly,
Our smiles, to agents, will imply
That doubts ‘bout us should be dismissed –
Too gleeful for a terrorist!
Categories:
passport, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
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