Metaphor Travel Poems

The Sahara is another vast sea
   Of zero-edge horizons
And remote hours of austerity
   For "sailors" upon caravans

And the Sun beams mercilessly
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Her mother gave her the swit name beloved
She is dark and pretty with a smile that
Leaves many smitten fantasizing in secrecy
She has a face I...

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Cotton candy skies
Birds dancing as they fly 
With the mountains behind 
O what a sight to see with my very eyes...

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traveling is changing 
the garment of the soul...
raise knowledge,
enlighten the spirit
renew life,
learn to be participate
and inhabitant of the cosmos......

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I
one sees less-marketable manners, traits
as one plays with dirt - we used to say "soil," -
wherever I go, i will be pottering plants like Philodendron

II
today...

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On the quay where travel departs
            is where dreams and mirages
   ...

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That sun of the past
   arrived  to the present tense
   time travel  simply....

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Naples perches in its own white washed stucco
Brilliant white. It almost hurts the eyes.
An irregular pitch of cliffs subsumed into terra cotta tiles
Orangish-red like scales...

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*** NOMAD ***
(For Ian and Bryan)

The gifts just out of reach…Always?
Scoping the search?  
With the contentments 
Of peace to be found, 	
Buried like treasure…And
Hunted?

Beloved...

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But like all memory, it fades as new ones are born
The memories rise to the surface and sink to the depth of obscurity

I remember all...

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I see how it once was 
Days of crystal line Blue skies 
& emerald green seas 
of sweet grass, gently
Swaying …
from Horizon to horizons edge...

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Beyond this door
lies the regions of anything 
Everything 
and nothing at all 
what is hidden
until it’s time to see what is coming 
and that is...

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Not fleeting ephemeral passenger
      i travel without luggage
      for  the grand and last trip...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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SPYING FULL MOON

everywhere I went, she was there—full moon peeking through the blinds at me…...

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