Pilgrims Poems - Poems about Pilgrims

Like a distraught pilgrim I'm going to do the Camino de Santiago With a friend who, like me Was a rebellious seminarian Yesterday a believer, today a hardened atheist. We no longer believe in nonsense Nor in the charlatanry of tricksters We only believe in our body Which is our only Beloved And in his flower of Love With his two hanging balls. We have agreed...

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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...

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“The sacred lake also called Ganga Talao represents the mighty Ganges river of India.” Mauritiusinsideout.com>grand-bassin-mauritius A Sacred Lake In the midst of a tropical...

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I saddened to see the merciless scene daily, ...

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The winter of 1621 in Plymouth was harsh as could be, The Pilgrims were sick and sorry they'd come, They missed their warm English beds and their tea. The still ambulatory shivered and shuffled about, As they grinched, and they groused, and they cried, 'til of 132 Mayflower passengers and crew, All but fifty-three of them died. The following spring a kind...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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Individual souls orbiting the world Stuck in our own bored routine...

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