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.
The world's biggest problem? It wasn't going away.
One fifteen year old girl would face it. That was just her way.
She didn't give us fantasy. She gave us action.
Demanding from leaders of the world, satisfaction.
Politicians insulted her, saying, "naivete",
stating she oversimplified, that's how they'd portray
her. Whether she was popular - that she did not care,
as she laid bare their smoke screens with clarity so rare.
She had things to deal with - Asbergers and depression.
The brave way she handled them teaches us a lesson.
She turned depression into action. her courage to enlist,
making a few enemies, but none were scientists.
Climate awareness was not this girl's only impact.
Backing the campaign to fly less changed the world in fact.
Sweden dropped four percent in domestic travel by air.
Pretty good work for a young girl with the grit to care.
Greta Thunberg, just a girl, also influenced me.
I keep my carbon footprint small, I don't go on a spree.
I vote. My money's in a fund with a low MSCI,
inspired by the young girl who won't let the planet die.
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.
They are my lucky pants, they come with me wherever
They are my lucky pants, we will always be together
They are navy blue nylon, not cotton or leather
They are all purpose jogging pants for any kind of weather
They are pants that are worn for all of the seasons
I travel with my lucky pants for many different reasons
They are not too hot and not too cold, my traveling pants will never get old.
We been to New Orleans, Texas and even Alabama
We traveled to Maryland, Atlanta, Memphis and D.C
They went to Colorado, Florida and Vegas with me
We went to New York, London and then back to the states
We travel by car, bus or plane, whatever it takes
Whether worn or not, they’re coming for the flight
Wear them for my wedding um, I don’t know, I just might
They are my lucky pants, I will have them like forever
They are my lucky pants, get rid of them? Never!
Every time you turned your back,
I walked around to meet you face to face.
And all the times you said;
"I'll come by later"
I knew you wouldn't
But, I waited just in case.
For all the times you said I love you,
That warm embrace so sincere.
How often you must have rehearsed those lines while standing in your mirror.
Tell me, when did your emotions audition?
When did we begin these pointless charades?
Did the curtains lift, was there silence,
Did the lights in the theater slowly fade?
Did you receive a standing ovation for your performance? Every act and scene another humiliating smack across my face. Every lie and every line that you've spoken, another stone you firmly set in its place.
Well, now the stones have piled up between us.
I can no longer travel by your side.
I leave no malice in my departure.
May happy thoughts with you abide.
Because i myself am no actor.
Too many lines to memorize.
Too many stories filled with nothing. Just a facade placed upon hollow eyes.
Take a good look at your stage someday.
That hateful shrine of carelessness.
At all the masks that you have worn,
To hide the face beneath that i loved the best.
Oscar Levant, American Author, Comedian, Music Composer and more,
Was born in the early 20th Century and died in the 1970’s
Each decade, or era has their comedians – below is one of Mr Levant’s quotes,
TWO BY TWO EQUALS FOUR
A young couple Clorrita and Dwaine,
Decided to spend a holiday in Spain,
Both vegans, enjoyed a good radish,
But either neither nor, spoke Spanish.
They carried masks, heard of an Epidemic,
The Spanish Flu could become Pandemic,
They lived in Europe on inland terrain,
So decided they would travel by train.
They asked for a sleeper for four,
The ticket officer asked, “Why Senor”,
“Well, there is me and I, and she,
And my wife, so four we are you see”.
They had never thought or planned,
People could not understand,
When they went out to dine,
“A table for four please, will be fine”.
Eventually returned home, all so relieved,
Even Clorrita and Dwaine heaved,
A sigh, people don’t do simple maths anymore,
Schizophrenics are two by two equals four!
“ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE, I’M SCHIZOPHRENIC AND SO AM I”
Fortunately, medicine has advanced incredibly since the 1970’s.
"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
Trains, once a proud means of travel.
Now the locomotive has been replaced.
We travel by cars, buses, jets and
planes fill seats as onward travelers fly.
Leaving relics of history tucked in the pages
of songbooks and poetry.
Written for Railroads, A Historical Glance Back poetry contest.
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley
Placement: 4th
Painting the horizon of heaven
bet you blue is there
as you travel by plane through air
while you sink within your drink
blue is in the mix
so your throat is cool
your head has a fix
brown and mellow in your seat
comfortable in your blue jeans
you think of your destination
blue rules the invocations
beat of the jazzy band
oceans making love to sands
somber eulogy dear ones passed
like the old Chevy Nova
that use to leak gas
first time you held baby boy
last minute of a sensual joy
the music that travels in your moods
composing the essence of
the house of blues.
BLUE POETRY CONTEST
SPONSOR MYSTIC ROSE ROSE
I am a girl who decided to go to school barefoot, because that’s what other young children from needy families in a village were used to…
I am a girl whose best childhood memory is playing with sapphire waves on a tranquil seaside and listening to chimes soaring from a temple…
I am a girl who read novels every afternoon to comfort her fragile grandmother critically ill suffering with deadly cancer…
A girl who sent the domestic help to school, and taught the boy language and math whenever she could...in a country where that was unheard of…
I am a girl who started teaching with lot of work and very little pay even though her husband earned a handsome salary, enough to live a life of comfort…
A girl who passionately attended a craft class in an unfavourable, almost scary, situation in a country where women did not drive and travel by themselves…
I am that girl who renewed her passions and started writing with a goal of being published, at the mature age when she completed all her family responsibilities…
Notes: recently wrote a bio-poem “I am who I am” for a contest and posted on Soup. Now wondering…isn’t this my real bio!!!!
The Chimney Sweeper
by Anna O’Hora-Bimbot
Do you know somebody like me?
Covered in soot
Tired and weary
Nobody to care for me “deary”
I travel by foot
I pull myself up
Before the day turns to dawn
I shiver and shake
Stomach rumbling, I yawn
I keep my mouth shut
And I follow my boss
High on the roof tops
I’m scared but there are no buts
My hair they have shaved
So the flames won’t singe
I slide down the funnel
They don’t care that I cringe
My name is Tom Sild
I’ll soon be seven
I’m a chimney sweep child
My work is no heaven
Do you know somebody like me?
Is this an exception? Isn’t inter-caste marriage a taboo even today in the Indian sub-continent? Being born into two contradicting castes yet mad in love for each other, they knew their kith and kin would let them not live together. They decided to go far away from the inhuman world. They knew they’d be easily tracked were they to travel by bus or train or airplane. They walked through the hills and vales eating from the plants, drinking from the streams, and resting under trees. Lo! They surrounded them. The villains of love! Torturing them, slaughtering, they threw them in the Holy River who could not swallow up their holy bodies rather floated them in procession.
hands held together
two lovely wedded angels
to eternity
“Since formation in 2014, Telangana has witnessed at least 50 murders related to inter-caste love liaisons and marriages” – Deccan Chronicle, Thursday, June 10, 2021.
10 June 2021
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
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!
Am writing a poem if only you knew
From high on a mountain
To echo to you...
If only you knew
My love won’t you hear,
My whispers of writings
Wishing you near.
If only you knew
For all and above,
Over and over
Love you my love.
Am writing a poem to bounce off the rocks
The hard surfaced walls of valleys it props
Via many dimensions where there are no clocks
My message of love bounces and hops
To echo to you
To travel by sound,
manoeuvre through nature
from voice that I’ve found.
If only you knew
My love you will know
For I love you my dear
Through echoes ago
Through echoes ago
echoes ago
ago.
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