Words in the journey
Sentences the narration
Distinction with a twist
Emotions add to all of this
Transactional approach
Ernest Hemingway, Famous Writer/Novelist
Some of his works, “For Whom the Bell Tolls, Old Man and the Sea and Farewell to Arms”
Venturing into reader’s hearts and minds exploration
Expectations into what the reader thought only a gesture
From land to the shores being the awareness of breezes circulating the human senses
Aroma of fresh wander, hope and idealistic values
Mr. Hemingway often wrote what he saw and felt
The theory came about as he would travel from Key West to Miami, Florida
He lived in Key West, Florida
4 hours ride from time to time
It would be the Greyhound Bus, and while reclining back in his seat
A Novel that became complete
From the good Earth
Novelist words and sentences connecting the here and there
Revolutionizing extraction
Detail having an awareness factor
Mind and paper of anticipation
Novelist Brew
Greyhound Bus in pursue destination bound.
Words in the journey
Sentences the narration
Distinction with a twist
Emotions add to all of this
Transactional approach
Ernest Hemingway, Famous Writer/Novelist
Some of his works, “For Whom the Bell Tolls, Old Man and the Sea and Farewell to Arms”
Venturing into reader’s hearts and minds exploration
Expectations into what the reader thought only a gesture
From land to the shores being the awareness of breezes circulating the human senses
Aroma of fresh wander, hope and idealistic values
Mr. Hemingway often wrote what he saw and felt
The theory came about as he would travel from Key West to Miami, Florida
He lived in Key West, Florida
4 hours ride from time to time
It would be the Greyhound Bus, and while reclining back in his seat
A Novel that became complete
From the good Earth
Novelist words and sentences connecting the here and there
Revolutionizing extraction
Detail having an awareness factor
Mind and paper of anticipation
Novelist Brew
Greyhound Bus in pursue destination bound.
on a small branch
turtle coasts downriver
sightseeing on the way
The system reports temporal governance has improved
stability is now assumed
territory has been optimized
boundaries no longer require revision
decisions move through approved channels
desire is no longer a variable
people comply within expected ranges
habits were adjusted quietly
uncertainty reduced until it disappeared
time was reorganized
not divided, only arranged
even weather responds within acceptable deviation
wind behaves correctly
silence is logged as normal output
no interruptions recorded
a system check runs
nothing unusual detected
another check follows
still nothing
the system repeats the check
because repetition confirms stability
no further variables remain
only checking continues
status remains stable
there is nothing left to correct
and still the system continues monitoring
because monitoring has no end condition
the emperor is not recorded as collapsed
collapse is not a valid category!
sand grain tag-a-longs
found in bottom of suitcase
my beach reminder
Well, mam, it's been a pleasure.
How nice that we should meet
In the dancehall playing guitar
Where I swept you off your feet.
If you think that you can rein me in
With your heartstrings on your sleeve,
There's no way you can stop me.
I'll grab my bag and take my leave.
I'll hop a train to 'Nowhere'
Cuz 'Nowhere' is my home.
It's years since I have been there
But I've still got years to roam.
There's no use in waiting for me.
I'm not going to take your hand.
I'm just a wandering cowboy;
Ain't giving you no band.
My guitar and I are done here.
My boots have sat too long
Under your bed of frilly pillows
So, I'll leave you with this song.
I'll hop a train to 'Nowhere'
Cuz 'Nowhere' is my home.
It's years since I have been there
But I've still got years to roam.
And I just love to sing this poem.
Crossing the borders in search of Greener pasteurs.
Where death and chaos ruled the lands ensuring that only the connected survives
In search of a place where one can find peace and happiness
Establish myself to be the winner I'm supposed to be
Breaking boundaries that stood firm for ages
Running with oppertunities needed to be the go getter that I am
Entering a place where one's talent and hard work gets rewarded.
Using my skills to build a empire to show the world you can be a winner
Benefiting from my intellect to create a wold of comfort and stability for myself
Establish myself to be the winner I'm supposed to be
Breaking boundaries that stood firm for ages
Running with oppertunities needed to be the go getter that I am
Hard work and perseverance will be rewarded
Going for gold is my destiny
Rising from the ashes to be a flame
Burning so bright that my heat engulfs the coldest hearts
Establish myself to be the winner I'm supposed to be
Breaking boundaries that stood firm for ages
Running with oppertunities needed to be the go getter that I am
A whirlwind of romance; owing to nature, dance around my neck-- so thrilling.
My thoughts form a new lyrics yet I couldn't sing it heartily to reciprocate...
Tiny winds blowing out perfect beats to capture the new atmosphere I see
But pen enclosed my diary, celebration is cute!
Traveling round the season; the West wind of winter wreath,
Brought forth Spring: the April Cascade.
The supporting sunny summer,
Gives us the Autumn: the 'Embers emptiness
blue sky has Thy paint
in memory of lost saint
grace shines feint sins' spark
A TRAVELING ADVENT EVENT
Traveling,
I got lost.
In faith,
I journeyed onward;
My trust
Put in God:-
With circling
And squaring,
I soon got back
On my route:-
Looking back
On all this,
There’s a powerful
Message within
The time spent:
Christ’s birth, death,
Burial, and rising,
To navigate us onward:-
my friend Sue travels everywhere
Bahamas, Alaska, plane in the air
Egypt, India, and the Caribbean too
She began traveling at age sixty-two
Before that she never went anywhere.
Watching travel shows from her cozy easy chair
Noises in the room keep whispering —
we are addicted.
Addicted to the self.
To traveling for the self.
The ego always knows, I guess —
when it needs solitude,
when it needs to be alone,
when it decides to be happy.
We are just traveling.
Between addictions,
between passions,
between investments,
between what exists
for the ego.
We travel even in our sleep.
Everything is traveling.
So just travel.
Travel,
because we are all
just traveling.
Bernice Zoleka Mannie
@LYAIOZ MANNIE
I am grateful for having had the opportunity this summer
to travel with my family to London and Paris…
and as we road the tube, in cabs, atop a double decker bus,
in a punt upon the Thames,
the Metro, a boat upon the Seine
and in an plane across the ocean….
I was happily reminded how
traveling with those you love
is and always will be…
poetry in motion.
I do all of my traveling on line
eating my favorite foods while I dine
close to my kitchen and comfy chair
spending no money on any plane fare
traveling to Florida or Georgia today
without paying a single dollar to stay
fearing no big cats on my rainforest walk
not hearing any parrots giving a squawk
between the internet, texting and zoom
I can travel the planets, go to the moon
eating what I want, sitting comfortably in my chair
roaming among alligators and pumas because I so dare.
In a boat
you can stay afloat
with a goat
In a car
you can go far
and race a star
In a bus
you can discuss
because there are lots of us
In a train
you can remain
and see the rain
In a truck
you can sit with a duck
if you have any luck
In a canoe
there can be two
or just you
But on your feet
It can be neet
there are lots of people you can meet
Friendly meeting on the plane
When I am traveling by plane
I like to sit by the window
To see the sky’s land, the life
The forgotten atmosphere
Te hoped just the way there is
It is good to live there, above life
Far from mortal life, just the skylight
The enjoyable pure space of life.
I didn’t buy the seat. No seat reservation
I got the seat randomly. 4E. Oh, no! I don’t like it!
So far the window, far the light, far the sky
A lady sat in front of me by the window. 3F
She looked at me in friendly and smiled
A man asked me: Sir, can my wife change with you?
This gentleman was 4D – a friendly Indian man.
His wife was a charming Indian woman.
Yes, of course. Sure. – I answered. – My pleasure.
3D and 3E were ladies. And the sky, and the light…
4D and 4F were men. Oh, no. It was good to change
I was happy with the two ladies and with the aerial photography
Friendship
Kindness
Gift
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