The other day I had a "first", two flat tires.
Could it have been worse?
I was on a narrow country road and
driving very, very slow.
Suddenly my car made a loud pop
and then it fell. The right side dropped.
I drove a bit further with a little hesitation
and fortunately reached my planned destination.
I got out of the car and said, "oh no,
on this lovely day I'll need a tow".
I must have hit a pot hole.
Two thousand dollars I had to pay.
The road less traveled can stay that way..
"The Road Less Traveled"
Not all roads diverge in a wood,
Some lead to places misunderstood.
They wind and twist, never straight,
Leading us to a different fate.
While others take the path well-known,
The beaten track that's often shown,
Some of us crave a different view,
And choose the road that's less pursued.
It's not for fame or glory we stray,
But to find a new and different way.
A way that's harder, but more true,
A way that's meant for just a few.
The road less traveled is not for all,
It's for the brave who hear the call,
Who seek adventure, and a chance to see,
The world in all its majesty.
And so we take the path unknown,
With courage, hope, and faith we've shown,
That sometimes taking the harder way,
Leads us to a brighter day.
For life is but a winding road,
With many twists and turns bestowed,
And those who choose to go their own,
Will find a way to make a home.
So if you choose the road less traveled,
Know that you're not alone or addled,
But one of many who choose to see,
The world in all its mystery.
The Road Less Traveled
Know yourself and what you believe is right,
Then follow your path with all your might.
Sometimes you'll be alone on the road,
At others with others, yes quite a load.
Don't let the crowd define your way,
But your sense of right be your sway.
Some say to take the road less traveled,
Yet at times, for some, with your tribe stay raveled.
Each day we have a plethora of choices,
Make yours based on internal, belief based voices.
You'll find the same as I have dear,
That each night you'll sleep with a heart and head that's clear!
--End--
My plans for a road that's less traveled
are looking a little unraveled;
inflation is roaring
and fuel costs are soaring...
Yikes, six hundred bucks for the gravel!
Road Less Traveled
Tongue-tied relentless brain
Take a step back, realize your game
Overcome the noise - quiet the rain
Release grips on rising blame
Quick reactions stumble and fall
Emotionally bruised and raw
Crowded, pushed up to the wall
Shy, outspoken words of flaw
Personal boundaries cut from clay
Silent crowds still to tame
Reactive moments every day
Shifting focus away from shame
Speak from the temple within
Respect earned, not given
Straightened spine and a lifted chin
Spin a new web while remaining driven
Frankii Fame
I know that life's a journey
This road is lined with many holes
But there's still an urge inside me
To leave the open road
To leave the first footprint
On a path that isn't there
To face my fears of falling
To replace them with loving cheers
I want to see the world
With my pair of brand new eyes
In a way I've never seen it
Without it's mask or disguise
I want to hear the laughter
To see the smiles all around
I want to know I'm not alone
When this path brings me down
To see the world shinning
And the friends I'm bound to make
Stiffens my choice of journeys
It inspires me not to break
So if I touch the heart
Of just a few just like me
I can say that I accomplished
All I set out to be
Two old people took a road less traveled
Recently they did so
Age can confuse, disorient
Sometimes bad things happen though
The road ended choices presented
Should they go around the block
Back to the road traveled familiar
Or onto a road maybe see livestock
We chose the latter way to go
Time to us seemed to move slow
But then we realized, we were lost
Nothing looked familiar, although
Beauty seemed to surround the senses
Grandeur drew us to forget
We drove on in resplendence
Then a road her attention did whet
A road quite well traveled appeared
He bypassed in his daze
She told him to turn around(they did)
The way home found, glory! we praise
Take the road less traveled by
The one of mud and filth
For nothing ugly ever lies
Alone, it counts its kills
Take the road less traveled by
The one of guilt and shame
This one might lead to misery
And you’re the one to blame
Take the road less traveled by
The one of blood and pain
The path leads nowhere but down
Just follow the cries of the slain
Take the road most traveled by
The one of flowers and song
Just remember, roses have thorns
And beauty may sometimes be wrong.
Forgiveness, The Road Less Traveled
By: Miracle man
2/28/2020
In each life, painful things are bound to occur,
and fires of revenge, from our thoughts, oft emerge.
Our lives aren't always found as we would prefer,
and absence of forgiveness becomes our scourge.
God's will is we forgive those doing us wrong,
showing mercy without placing condition.
Failing to forgive, misery we prolong,
placing ourselves in the other's position.
Ephesians 2:1-3
1 And you [hath he quickened], who were dead in trespasses and sins;
2 Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:
3 Among whom also we all had our conversation in times past in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind; and were by nature the children of wrath, even as others.
The road less traveled...
helps us to embrace uncertainty,
teaches us to trust in tenacity...
makes us to reflect on reality,
and shows us the beauty of rarity.
The road less traveled...
causes us to crave creativity,
brings us to the hill of humility,
takes us to the peak of positivity,
and shows us the depth of diversity.
The road less traveled...
Brings out the best in us
gives us foresight and focus...
teaches us to shun hocus pocus,
and helps us to find inner locus...
No prints
of feet up there
on high road less traveled
It is lonesome, but worth the hike.
Sublime
Journey into the world of wonder
Where reality is there to uncover
Learned to crawl, walk, and run
The ride started right before it began
The passage looked like a straight line
To a youthful soul everything was fine
A few bumps emerged here and there
None of which is such a big scare
Midway, conditions suddenly changed
Rains poured while thunders raged
Choices were laden to deal with chaos
An easy way out or dare to cross
The gate to hell is wide and open
Offering illusive bliss, an end to pain
The door to nirvana seems narrower
Yet eternal promise is there to consider
At the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold
Beyond the dark tunnel the bright light unfolds
But the way to heaven is hard to unravel
It should be it…yet it’s the road less traveled!
The road less traveled, an ideal place.
If the road less traveled be.
But so many others have found this road,
It's no longer less traveled you see.
If you want to do something really profound.
If you'd like to heed the call.
The place where you'll find true satisfaction,
Won't have a road at all.
I have traveled a road less traveled
I want to be different so I take it even though it is gravel,
I am running away from whom I am
The farther I run the more I am dammed,
It seems this road I chose keeps stopping me
No matter what I do to try and get free,
My past still haunts the evil that is so strong
All the roads I take seem to be really long,
If I look deep down inside I can feel what I have done wrong
This road less traveled isn't meant to be
Ill just take the normal road instead and maybe that is meant to be.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2010
They are nothing
if not taciturn--these sprit travelers.
They do not shock, or ridicule,
for they are single-minded in their quest
for timeless realms where magic dragons play
and roar for joy that cannot be contained--
unless they are ignored for brighter flames
that drown the seas around their mystic shore.
They are not much
for words or diadems of thought to sway
the psyche, win the day, or call to arms
a soldier, surfeited with war or from
a restive peace, Theirs is the steady breath
to leave one breathless, voiceless, more removed
from what a dawning day reveals than they
had ever been before, and more in tune
with universal song,
although they do not sing,
for their metier is listening. and that
is quite unspeakable--they do invite
us yet, to take their hand and come along.
The journey is not wearying , and rest
awaits the patient ones. Vacation at
the cosmic level is the prize received
unending and forever new,
~
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