Short Hiker Poems

theyer everywhere
here and there
world wide
side to side
some or real hiker
BIKERS...

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the sun set beneath
wings of angels soaring on
clouds as night draws near

C. Alvez...

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The hiker knows well
       that he can't stop walking
   he being a nomad of his own identity...

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Seeker
Hiker

Tramper
Chamber

Truer
Searcher 

Unrest
Request

Pleasure 
Figure 
...

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its that time
in the sunshine
they ride
its a strive
not a dive
theyer hiker
its the SUMMER AND
BIKER...

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thayer everywhere
here and there
small and tall
love the ride
they go side by side
with the hiker
BIKER...

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bluejay feather waits
hiker quietly notices
stuck it in his cap

written September 7, 2021...

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this is what they do
play ball too
hiker and love bikes
some love to fight
its not for fame
its some of 
KIDS GAMES...

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went is cold
they get more bold
in there suite tights
the bike at night
there plan stand
thyer up hill hiker
tthoses
WINTER BIKERS...

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don't be alone
             hiker
             marcher...
            ponder poetically
           speak out loud!
            fly...!...

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its here and there
some i tell you
there bikes blue too
up town 
down and around
small and tall
and a child with a smile
with there hiker
SUMMER BIKERS...

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Don't be lone
               hiker,
             alpinist...
             assume poetically
            consider highly !
             to live  fly.ing..!
              POET !...

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I'm Mortimer Monkey!  My devilish side
will jump on the back of the elephant's hide!

I'll take unfair advantage
Even taking bringing my baggage!

While this jumbo sized taxi....gives me a ride!!...

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The passage 
narrows 
as I incautiously 
wedge onward. 
At this stage in the game
do I still have to worry
about finding the way back?
Why can't I 
just let the days lighten, darken, 
terminate?...

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Death shrieks a pebble

Down the dusty-road 

Corn stalks and spiders sing

Silence and division

Gravel shouts boot-heels


A steel beast hums a rusted ode

As crows and eagles implode

The clouds float a witness

The wind blows sweet distress

An engine fires a scream


A hiker gasps a dream…...

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I saw only my friend for the last time
The road trips we had all seem to unwind

I take a look at him in the rear view mirror
Even from far, it stays clearer

Two way streets we could not find
A hitch hiker is, left behind

It’s just a reality, I cannot hide
It’s just my reflection, I confide...

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Walkers crisps should be forced to comply
With trade description legislation
And stop disappointing their customers
With their artificial flavourization

When purchasing a bag of Walkers crisps
The refined palate of an epicurean
Would be gravely disappointed if they did not
Taste of Rambler, Hiker or Pedestrian...

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THE MOUNTAIN ISN'T THE ENEMY,
IT HAS NO WILL OR IDENTITY.
THE HIKER HAS A CHALLENGE,
SOMETHING HE MUST CHANGE.

SUCCEEDING IS HIS GOAL,
BUT HE MUST REACH IT SLOW.
THE MOUNTAIN DOESN'T FIGHT BACK,
IT MERELY ROCKS ON A STACK.

THE ENEMY IS THE HIKER HIMSELF,
FIGHTING PAIN, FATIGUE AND HIMSELF.
THE MOUNTAIN DOES NOTHING BUT BE,
AT THE TOP THE HIKER THIS DOES SEE....

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The indents and lines upon the Earth
From snow melting, has written its fluid song of rebirth.
The sky, cold blue, wars with the sharp heating sun.
This moment of exclamation says Springtime's begun

Splats of snow lie beneath cliff's high rook.
They splay like asterisks on the pages of a book.
A hiker on foot notes the changes in spring airs,
While the snow under the cliff sheds the last of its tears....

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On his table of Formica,
A once ardent Christian Micah 
Drops reggae from Jamaica;
Newly, Peter Tosh’s great liker 
No more Soulless Demons’ Striker:
Paul in Thessalonica…

For ten years in America, 
Eyes on the female Hitch hiker, 
Mid-course rides turning her liker!
Have you been to Madagascar? 
I’d had to and lasted The Scar…”

The First, we’ve heard, shall be The Last:
In his own case, a truth, too fast…

Micah for Marley’s Jamaica....

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What that woman needs:
 a top, 
spinning, 
without a mons seat center-
goddess ,no one knows- 
he him , 
hiker]make flared nostril breeze 
in some [how?!] now drunk nose.- 
next day [Ray] sit tug wrapper ,
i t was wrapped], it was wrapped before
bring knife oil, - Velveta[overkill]
[Aquavelva land] Olay and beach[sand]
beach-blanket family[ergo again] 
	egos. 
azure sky,  
no planes on high 
cept drug dump double jet 
from bath-hungry  Belize....

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He flagged me down
for a lift.
Those were the days when it felt safe
to pick up a hitch hiker.
Soon my eyes were watering
from the stench of urine.
“Where are you trying to get to?”
“Where are you going?”
I was on my way to see the Bishop
sponsoring me for ordination.
Should I take him there?
I pondered.
I dropped him near the city centre.

As with a message from an angel,
“Where are you going?”
has stayed with me
as a disciple of Jesus....

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THE DAUNTLESS CLIMBER

                On the mountain climbs a cloud
                Who never fears retreat
                 Sensationally his climb excels
                 As other clouds he meets

                   
                While longingly I--on the ground--
                Would soar up if I could
                To join his fearless one time climb
                Without the fear of blood


Valdez, Alaska
from a former climber
now a hiker....

Victoria Anderson-Throop...

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Why does no one understand,
When issues attack the sweetest,
You see a hitchhiker lone,
Know they've walked with turmoil.
May it be skewed idealism,
Or unexplainable passion,
Seems a person can get caught up,
In more than one fashion.
Who here comprehends,
When the innocent get kicked,
The traveling hearts divine the throne,
But do they feel that royal?
Insurmountable greed,
Toward the one who sheds some light,
Listen to what the Hiker says,
And everything will be alright....

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Omelas, you foolish wicked city.
Cease your willfull ignorance
And do not walk away.
Paradise built on oppression is hell.
Exalt your brother.
Exalt your sister.

Omelas, you wretched rotting heap.
It is not your victims who reek.
It is you.
Perfumes cannot quench your stench.

Go down.
Sit in your filth and listen.
Learn from the sages.
The cost of understanding is beyond measure.
Wisdom purchased with human sacrifice.

Oh, Omelas,
Lift, heal, exalt
And beg for mercy....

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