Short Pilgrims Poems
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The Nabta Playa
Stonehedges of the old age
Migrants of passage
Brave pilgrims of the unknown
Lost paradigms of the blown
pale petals of pink
summer roses, chatter worthy
Pilgrims under sun
Haiku composed December 23, 2020
This lavish table
is ready for a big feast;
I'm not dressed in black,
Pilgrims expressed their true faith:
I didn't travel far and long!
The Pilgrims were woefully thinner
But learned what to eat from a sinner
In thanks for their living
They held a Thanksgiving
And ate Wampanoag for dinner
Forerunner Of The Sun,
It Marks The Pilgrims Way;
I'll Gaze Upon It While I Run,
And Watch The Rising, .... Day!
Christians
are one as Christ's,
nursing the souls we find,
the blind, the lame, the weak, the poor
never keeping score; we adore
Noble Pilgrims
Copyright McCuen 2009
There once was a gobbler named Tom,
Who thought himself quite the fowl homme,
Though hens thought him a cad,
Pilgrims thought he was rad,
Especially stuffed, roasted and basted...nom, Nom NOM!!
harvest festivals
a day of celebration
gathered together
pilgrims and Indians feast
thanking our almighty god
A Thanksgiving Tanka Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
10/24/2021
A bell that rings within the soul
Has no cathedral near
It tolls for moments lost and found
In chambers hardly clear.
I press my ear against its hush,
As pilgrims press to stone
And find the echo is myself,
Returning, more alone.
Exoplanets are planets beyond our solar system
Whoa, my mind is blown, I'm still a flat-earth victim
Earth is flat as we allege
Watch you don't fall off the edge
It's so bloody obvious, what's the matter with you pilgrims
Cliff edge narrows, steps in place
danger looming strong
Height above me terror laced
searching right from wrong
Summit beckons, flag to place
and leave my name among
Flocks of pilgrims reaching grace
—to finally belong
(The New Room: July, 2022)
God created distance,
so the wounded could go home
The searchers and the dreamers,
the ones born bound to roam
He then laid down the open plain,
below a towering sky
And set his voice into the wind
—for pilgrims such as I
(Villanova University: March, 2020)
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
sari of morn floats
draping temples with orchids,
as Angkor Wat blows its mist
to flame coned incense;
and in the still of homage
pilgrims wander with their gods.
Angkor Wat, Cambodia
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May 2018 Standard Contest of Brian Strand
It never falls never drys,greens forever
Whenever it extends,it grows moreover
Our love is like that tree,greens forever
On the deep rooted tree,friends forever
Each bird sings fruitly ,And sends clever
Each leave drops water and rains lever
We runabout as pilgrims every year
Soul glistens, in our heart aglow
Tip toe there in silence
Holy Spirit, the cosmic flow
Rekindles innocence
Love at play now, within
For pilgrims free from sin
Hark heart call; go therein
Pulse quickens
Soul glistens
20-January-2022
Quietus
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One iron spine piercing coastal fog~
a slow inhale across fractured granite,
salt-thickened breath clotting the beacon's eye.
Waves haul themselves against the rock's ribs
again, always again~
gravity's weary pilgrims collapsing below.
I often dreamed of the lofty place
Where my wandering soul would rest in grace
Where peace like a long lost friend
Would lie upon my wasted breast
And the smile of an innocent child
Carved deep into my wearied face
Thus earth be gone and heavens bliss await
All the pilgrims at the gate
Borderland of friendly people,
new land vast to cross,
inviting with its beauty -
enticing.
Visited by Pilgrims -
persecuted men
of new religions
in their countries of origin.
They bonded with indigenous people,
who helped them to survive
and to cross frontier
between two oceans.
The spell should break quickly now,
and all will become distant,
like birth....
in the throes of labor,
as the tentacle grip
that has
held me
in the clutches of this moving terrain,
releases,
void of memory,
and I march on,
Pilgrims torch in hand,
held high.....
greeting the sapphire sky.
To our dying breath
If what leads on up
Her's, mine, our shared outlooks through
Darkens, grievous, o'er
As much will you, Earth
Admire as adore.
And with a bending
Bloom to smell weakness!
Worshippers, same! Dazed pilgrims!
For with each trek made
As bright will yet, Earth
Shrine-like be outlayed.
How I wish I was there.
On that sacred festival ground.
Laughing beneath the clouds of
Indigo, saffron,white and green.
Holy pilgrims in magestic places.
Often smiles upon their faces.
Long to return to be covered in
Indigo, saffron, white and green.
Inspired by and especially for Manmath Dalei.
04/04/2016
four things that happened
that day that we fell in love:
the four doors opened
forty days at sea
ended and sailors saw land
four hundred children
cracked four thousand smiles
for forty thousand pilgrims
trekked four million miles
for a chance to be
near the God that made that day
that we fell in love
Incense mingled with sweet smelling flowers...
Gentle chanting cuts through the lapping rain.
Little oil lamps, light the gentle face of Buddha...
His white clad pilgrims, with eyes closed and hands clasped,
Listen to the monk's sermon.
Their gentle walk, light to the mind and soul...
As they observe the way to Nirvana.
Can a dreamer
be bigger
than the dream itself
a source of hope and pride
Can believers
be stronger
than love or hate
when circumstance denies
Can pilgrims
make choices
to keep the faith
when stranded in the wild
Can orphans
adopted
embrace a name
— that births tomorrow’s child
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)