Short Wayfaring Poems

vacuous vortex
hitchhiking through life's highways
wayfaring alone



~haiku captcha contest by harry horseman...

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The Ocean Foam

Wayfaring sailor.
When mother and seas are one,
The ocean's foam cries.

©  Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    1/ 5/ 2008...

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He’s a conniving, wayfaring vagabond
Roaming around with nary a bond
He was a delight
Casanova all night
Many women became totally fond....

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Life is a toll road.
All travelers pay.
By costly wayfaring,
I chanced upon eternal youth
in the loving gaze 
of your ageless eyes.

06/13/15

Preston Graham
Visual 1
Word Count: 24
Submission for Contest: THROUGH YOUR EYES
Hosted by: nette onclaud...

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To travel to another land
Perhaps those touched by sand?  
Maybe to the snowy peaks
Ti's adventure that I seek
To travel the world round and wide
With new friends by my side
Writing what I see for bliss
Maybe I'll play a round of whist
A poor wayfaring stranger am I
And I plan to be til I die...

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Rolling in whiteline freedom
Tasting the fog's wet kisses
A hawk screams and wheels in explosive joy
Songbirds scatter and disappear
Wind pauses in disarray
Echoes of falcon screams 
Shiver in spines  attune to bagpipes
Life in present tense 
Soaring on highways of free
As surf echoes in a wayfaring mind
Rolling on moon pulled sea
Soaring forever
Free...

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Sitting on the rock
I waited patiently
For the waves, wondering
Which one would touch my feet?

The one least expected
Engulfed me in its brace
Surprising me at the response
To a feeling I thought long dead

In a split second
My wave was lost
Among wayfaring waves
Bound for shores afar

Before it left
It taught me I was alive
Leaving a hope in my heart
That our roads may again cross….....

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I  trip among  sewage of lanes,
Vacant parks, garbage junk
Reveal  this aimless wayfaring
Arrogance tagged as pride—

Drunk on caprice, humans become
Wares used  for amusement.
Now emptiness haunts me alive
An existence,  rotting.


Choose An Octavio Paz Line 
For contest--Nette Onclaud
Aug 22, 2019
Line 3--  “… an alien life, a life unlived, not lively, hardly ours.”...

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WORK OF ANGELS

From dawn to dawn rustling wings merciful song

shredding lemon zest to brighten the sun
stuffing pillow clouds with fanciful cotton
replacing light bulbs in each burned-out star
retouching each haloed cirque of a rainbow
whittling each phase of the wayfaring moon

From dusk to dusk seraphim and cherubim hum along

6/1/2017
7 Line Max contest
1st Place...

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too often i have ignored all that is right
which has caused me to miss out on my true and actual plight

alone i am now and one with webs and the dust
chapped and ashy i have become well on my way to rust

my mother once told me to loosen the noose of my shield
to late now do i see the world and the decorative grounds and fields

now i am an insomniac driven by a wayfaring loner's rage
i only have myself to blame for the rapidity in which i now age.......

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Everybody got a Sophia in his life,
I just don't want loose strings,
Several forces gather and collides,
I must step back from these rings.

The story doesn't stop when it ends,
the contemplation will always be free,
in the rough land or thoughtful sky, [as a wayfaring stranger, ]
I'm going where it's going to be.

The cricket as the same size as infinity,
the plenitude towards the horizon,
whistling and fizzing coming from the sky,
It suddenly turns my skin wizen....

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Perchance to take nocturnal flight,
where would wayfaring dreams land?
With the toss of a godly lot,
one’s fate is always seraphim certain
The place of destiny divine
remains a mystery to the pillow seeker
Cloud pillars of a dove climb
gives Urim oracle comfort
Leaping crisis hurdles
often causes one to spiritually stumble
Which turns a prairie task into a mountain
Allowing the sure-footed headiness of faith
to free fall into the patient bosom of grace...

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