Short Passports Poems

People in the terminal 
who drag their traveling bags 
fall in line for their tickets 
and passports as well....

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southwards
to the sun-
follow the light,
annual migration's
begun-
nomads
of nowhere,
without a care
baggage,passports or cheap
airfare...

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Are like passports or keys to open doorways
to travel the stars, quasars, galaxies and white and black holes

From worlds within us
from worlds outside us
and inner and outer dimensions

That were never seen
or heard of or experienced before time...

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We’ve got a nice trip planned next year;
its future is somewhat unclear.
If countries resort
to vaccine passports,
I guess we’ll be staying right here.

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Leaders of the G20 met in Bali, Indonesia and agreed yesterday to the idea of vaccine passports; the G20 represents some 66% of the world's population....

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He is not just the one who lives in a street
But, that who has millions and eats beans
Then farts in a narrow spot in Wall Street
The one who has several ID's, names, 
and passports with multiple loyalties
None of them is true
None of them is blue!
Who cannot use his real name nor identity
Like a mouse in dark night,
Roofless scared of others 
Particularly dispossessed snakes, cats,
And generally many more .....

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COPLA VEINTINUEVE : This Bad Guy World

The more Bad Guys countries co-raise
The more badly will they behave:
Simple logic

Human existence has no place
In its essence for country crave:
Die fanatic

At death no angels check passports
So don’t go waving flags to Hell:
There they will burn

Bad Guys love to play stacked-up sports
In order to look mighty swell
While insides churn

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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a grab-and-run pack
a small survival sack
with one set of clothes for spouse and self
passports, a file with just few mails
an old diary with addresses to contact
in England, Finland, and Switzerland

and some currency notes
couple of thousands
in rupees that does not stretch
like the American dollars
they were what i needed most

as the pogrom was in progress
in my Tamil homeland
while i always went to bed
with shoes on my feet...

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I dream not… 
of that long past 
of stormy sky 
and the aftermath 
of moonless nights 
and starry schemes 
of what was never 
as it seemed 

I think not… 
of thoughts left blue 
of black and white 
with no other hues 
of borders crossed 
and passports stamped 
with a nod of the head 
and lips tight clamped 

I see not… 
what could have been 
if you had only 
let me in 
seeing with your eyes 
not with your heart 
acting the role 
but never the part...

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