Pilgrims Poems

KASHI

She is declared a mental case
her legs are shackled tight
in the street she snails up and down

naked without food
she freezes in December
near the drain curls up

unnoticed by pavement dwellers
building a bonfire of twigs, papers
cast-off shoes and rags

under the bridge sipping tea
I hear the bell tolling at Rajghat
pilgrims make haste to catch train


--R K Singh

Pilgrims' Open Pretense

Funny but the true cure, sickness admires. 
That embodies joy which environmental service inspires, 
To continuing its selfless humanity upkeep... 
Which birthed our artistry: pens weep.

Blushing worries silent babies' trials to speak. 
Inner mutterings key, fear demands seek-
How hens never wish to travel high.  
Aren't they truly born to fly?

Not until been tempted; hunting chicks
For foods to make eaglets eagles
That only resulted to sensational flying conflicts, 
Sometimes out of many fearful chickens like seagulls.

Dare to be, may be for real. 
Dare to see, not in sin or for deal. 
Be thy own cover, for chilling breeze. 
Be thy sunny night, heat heals at ease.

Progress of Pilgrims

Progress of Pilgrims
David J Walker

Poverties refugees 
In portions of wealth 
for the making
Sunbaked promises 
	Cotton spun gold
Such are the 
stories told 
For the taking 

In the slim shadows of
Mills that turn wind 
into water 
soil into fodder for
		cattle

forgotten graves 
mark the progress of
Pilgrims on a
Caliche highway to heaven

Insanity Pilgrims In An Abandoned State of Confusion

only in numbers
never in words
we send codes
no longer do we live in the modern world
yet and still we fail to ascend
we are branded insane
our lifestyle is featured in NoWhere Anonymous
only existing out of print
i guess i will fix the sink 
i guess you will hand me the tools
the dusty cd no longer will play
the dual cassette boombox was made by aiwa,
so it has not been working since decorative day one
why not join the earthworms
i wonder if slimy is still alive
all thrones in the dirt are made of mildew, which is weird
does that not define us
please become defiant and refuse to believe
a question mark will be served to you tomorrow after your wake up call
i think i will have exactly the same

Pilgrims

Pillage and plunder, have your fill
Indifference to my screams as you kill 
Living with the guilt, though you forget 
God hasn’t forgiven. No, oppressor. Not yet. 
Realistically we had this land, it was already discovered. 
I alone founded it. Leif found us uncovered. 
Me and mine treated it well and the planet loved us. 
Spanish crusaders, English invaders, now my land shrugs us.

Don'T Blame the Pilgrims

The crowd shuffles
hands raised in vain attempt
to catch a windblown lottery ticket

If you spend 25 bucks
(not counting the price of the turkey)
You can get the turkey
for 89 cents a pound
If not….you’ll pay more
for the turkey than for
the entire dinner.

Took my grandkids to the park.
saw 32 wild turkeys crossing the street
without a crossing guard.

Never play checkers with a cat.

I made Rock Cornish Game Hen for supper.
My kids wanted to know what happened to the turkey?
I told them I washed it…..and it shrunk.

I once ate “Blood Pudding” and Parsnips with my father.
Don’t ask!

How long does it take to become “indigenous”?

I asked Mom: “how many jelly beans can I have?”
She answered: “how many is too many.” 

If you factor in all the cleaning, shopping, arranging, set-up, preparation….
the Thanksgiving meal comes to about $89.73 per person..
More if you have a “kids” table.

John G. Lawless
11/23/2021

Pilgrims To This World

What are we, my friends,

But

Pilgrims to this ephemeral world of

Fleeting dreams

Where

No matter what we:

Think

Do, or

Say,

Pilgrims to the end of our sojourn

We, certainly, shall stay!








© Demetrios Trifiatis
    24 September 2021

Bamburgh

Aristocrats may have it in their blood.
It speaks of deeds both dark and heroic,
of evil villains and the truly good,
and markers left both kindly and despotic .
All were aware of centuries long gone,
of conflicts won and lost upon this shore
and loves and lives both humble and wellborn,
within these brooding walls in days of yore.
Majestic symbol in these northern lands,
inspiring those who tread the Pilgrims’ Way,
who gaze across these shining, shifting sands
and know that Bamburgh’s stories live today.

Pilgrims Trekking

A tiny hamlet tucked away midst the mountains of New Hampshire
   A chill in the air; frost on the windowpane, icicle-framed
A fresh snow blanketing the ground; the silence of the holiday broken
   by the pealing of the late-afternoon bells atop the village church 

Stores shuttered, roads empty, save the occasional out-of-towner
   Pilgrims trekking through snowdrifts, puffs of breath suspended in the air
Hearty greetings ringing out, piercing the quiescence, warming the soul 
   Lights switched on house by house, lamps pointing the way to Prayer

Three hundred people now gathered together in the village Church
   Some neighbors, others friends; some acquaintances, few strangers
Three hundred people, on that Thursday in late November, united in gratitude
   for all the blessings of the day, the Holiday, Thanksgiving Day, 1971

I too was there that day, proud to call those Pilgrims my brothers, my sisters
   Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men -- from a tiny New Hampshire glen. Amen.

The Pilgrims Picnic

Who knows who would 
'true valiant be'
when you can't see 
beyond the end of your nose?
who knows?

It has to be Sunday some day
and today is some day for some
hymns and hers (towels in the bathroom)
down the stairs
toast and preserves in the conservatory
not mandatory 
but it's Sunday.

God must be reeling in shock 
wondering what he has done 
Jesus is getting the backlash 
it's always a Sunday for some.

I'm going to queue up for my 
holy wine and wafer 
it's 
safer not to sit upon the fence 
and where else can you find this
kind of entertainment 
for a pound or even less,
for fifty
pence?

beyond when I pass into 
poets corner 
where the monks and Friars 
sort wheat from the chaff 
I shall laugh 
I shall rhyme 
have a bloody marvellous time 
Who knows who
'..would true valiant be..'

Pilgrims

Individual souls orbiting the world
Stuck in our own bored routine

Pilgrims

Pilgrims we are
the earth, 
a temple
live quickly
die quickly
others waiting

The Pilgrims Path

A staff in hand
Sandals on his feet
A backpack of provisions
He departed that morning
Towards the first settlement
Towards the rising sun
Said he wanted to make it
To the eastern gate pass
Exit our realm 
Into the first settlement
They calmly reminded him
The path was blocked 
By the seraphim
With flaming swords
But he claimed the gate
Was now open
For the elect to gain entry

The Pilgrims Progress

On this path, this somber trail
Many rivers we have crossed 
Not without the pilgrims plight
Fore dreaded sights beseech our heels
And lingering nights tinkered deep,
On we march to victory’s dawn!

On this road laid with thorns
Forlorn wind and sinking sand
With blighted feet we thread along
To the ray of hope in our horizon,
The light is near for victory’s dawn.

Weary not poor traveler’s sole,
Despair not the soul within,
Hearken not to dissent flute,
Fasten not on sorrow’s brood,
Hasten on for victory looms!

On this path such somber trail
Our limbs wane, our heart ached,
Our sight set to the distant light
In the glow beckons our victory song.


Weary not poor traveler’s sole,
Despair not the soul within,
Hearken not to dissent flute,
Fasten not on sorrow’s brood,
Hasten on for victory looms!

Reason Why Pilgrims Came To America

Why did pilgrims come to America
For Religious Freedom

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