Short Travel By Poems
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Sprinkled among my memories
A little girl, humble and shy.
Sneaking her head up for a peek
Barely heard as I travel by.
i once knew a girl named sloot
who liked to travel by chute
dropping into a town
she would leave with a frown
due to the awful commute.
In 1821 began by S&DR
the world commenced to travel by railwaycar
Pulled by No 1,the very first locomotive
& christened by Stephenson&Co ....the Active
A sunny drive to Forrey climes
To mix and mingle and think of times
That travel by,
A number of faces from befor,
Of new ones there are many more,
They pass befor my eye.
Form:
To travel through the U.S.A.
So many places I could stay!
Travel by car, train, or plane
Through sunshine or pouring rain
Washington D.C. would be the best
Then comes New York and the rest!
Traveling is so much fun
Before you know it you'll be done!
Watching the clouds travel by,
fast moving, each one a soul
I name. There's work to be done
up there, sweeping the sky clear
of sorrow, leaving unblemished
blue to lighten the load we carry.
They have been unburdened
from theirs, still care for the
absolution of the earthly.
By air, land or sea
people have longed to achieve
some fond memories
mostly still travel by car
dire straits wont get you too far
Snarled traffic delays
driving round the holidays
sit and grit your teeth
you watch gas tank go to "E"
bladder bursting at the seams!
12-30-17
Cornish Cove
Fishing
Ever wishing for a bigger catch
Lobster, Crab and Pollock and Bass
Fresh Air
Can be found there
So people come from near and far
And of course too many travel by car
On the beach
A paradise in reach
Please take away all your litter
Or You’ll leave the locals bitter
Something strange, but stark yet so beautiful…
This mystic universe mothers every damn deed fool,
What role do I choose, to commence my cosmic cruise?
Through my worship, I travel, by union we rule.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
Revise, revise.
Rewrite, rewrite.
Marketing, marketing, marketing.
If you're in search of fortune,
It seems a price to pay.
It goes against nearly
everything
when speaking to the muse.
Stare starlit--
the moon's not far behind.
Give yourself permission.
To eat broccoli
And love it.
Roll in the snow naked.
Walk like the turtle
And travel by bus.
You had no money
We knew, that's not funny
To eat, To drink
Or to travel by bus
But now as a superstar, you got all
You pursued your dreams
And you see our screams
You are our rapper,
SUGA!
Cute thin long eyes
Which cannot tell lies
The soft smile of your face
Makes me happy, no matter what case
A kind loving heart
You had from the start
You are our rapper,
SUGA!
is where Willy Wonka
is not wanted
He had his time,
now is mine
My chocolate froths first,
then floats away
We can travel by bubbles,
if you care to see the sky
Wave goodbye
to our hard-candy
relatives
I found new dimensions
looking up, down, and all around
Sugar spheres
is just the beginning
of our travels
Gravity doesn’t know possibility
Let me show you
“what dreams may come”
Hello, little child, how special you are!
You look at your world, so clear and so far...
Your eyes twinkle sweetly, your cheeks glow with health,
You dance through your world with such bountiful wealth!
The birds stop to listen, as you travel by,
You talk to the earth and laugh at the sky...
I can't help but wonder what goes through your mind...
If I could only open it, what treasures I'd find
The dilapidated décor,
and Sergeant Pepper
wore the same tones.
Burgundy stocking
hung on a lava lamp,
A poster of Leonard Cohen
as a young man.
Paddington apartments
travel by train unhurried by time.
A girl drinking Liebfraumilch
waiting for me to come home
with a used album of Rubber Sole
We had vinyl prayer-wheels,
a laminated love affair.
We had red and yellow music;
bottles of Blue Nun wine.
People, places, and things.
All of which catch my eye,
The world as I see it travel by.
People who catch my view.
Caught in pictures,
Expressions I knew.
Places of interest.
Seen while visiting,
Areas that tourist pass by.
Things that are new to me.
A medicine plant,
A building or two.
People, places, and things.
Some are real,
Some in my dreams.
God's Love is unfailing
it never runs dry
he is our comfort when we cry
God's love is unfailing
it flows like a gentle stream
he washes our sins clean
God's Love is unfailing
it's with us every day
and his Love is here to stay
If we travel by plain, train, boat, bike or bus
his Love still won't leave us
God's Love is unfailing
he Loves us more than we will ever know
and his Love will continue to grow.
"Seashells travel they sell pushed by the wind and breeze desolation faith command pulled a travel by The Wave clear quietly as the mist droplets of rain forging down stormy now the shore swiftly fights the ship now the clear seashell that's courage it views love desires to endure and not fall endure the stormy comes with love is a clear seashell"
3/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Let me cry
Let me cry
and let me do shed the tears of meaningless pain
Let me do shed the painful tears
Let me do slacken my burdened heart
though I am alone
I won't die
loveless lonely
I'll pile up the morning flowers
I'll do fill the bottle of the soul with the fragrance
I'll travel by the boat of reminiscent
though I am alone
I won't die
loveless lonely
Let me cry
Let me do slacken my heart
-08.02.2021 Chattogram
Larry was riding his balloon animal to Tracy Town.
The balloon animal threw him off, onto the ground.
He got back up and said “Let’s do this a different way”.
The balloon animal bucked him off again, that very day.
So Larry got a needle and chased the balloon animal away.
Down the hill the balloon animal ran, then swam across the bay.
I wish I could follow you, Larry said with an intense frown.
But I think I will just travel by myself to Tracy Town.
By Elton Camp
Superman used to kick the ground
With the momentum, fly all around
From New York City to L.A.
It was his preferred travel way
To encircle the world in a flash
He would often wildly dash
Recently, he’s been seen on a plane
Partly to avoid the driving rain
He’s super, but his costume’s not
The fabric was beginning to rot
If he didn’t make a change soon
The world would see a full moon
So, to travel by plane he now tries
Also, to keep bugs out of his eyes
Blessings come in abundance
Punishments travel by the hand full
Acting out will bring you damnation
Continuing to be hard headed, stubborn as a bull
Searching for right in the mist of doing wrong
Lost steps in the dark
Pleading for some guidance
In a desolate world that has a vicious bite and undeniable bark
Praying for blessings
Trying to swerve the potholes of punishment
Drowning in anguish while attempting to smile
Forever trapped in this corrupt world, ruled by government