Traveling Poems

I do my Traveling on Line

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

TRAVELING IN A SPACESHIP CALLED EARTH

We ride a spaceship through the sky,
The Earth, it spins as stars pass by,
At thirty kilometers each second we soar,
Yet feel no jerk, no sudden roar.

The galaxy moves, the cosmos sways,
In silent dance through endless days,
For billions of years, we spin, we glide,
In constant calm, on cosmic tide.

As children small, with eyes so wide,
We asked

On your feet

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

A Friendly Meeting on the Plane

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

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Traveling the Stillness

A rooted backyard rock,
blooms
in the morning sunlight.

All night
it has been time travelling
through the history of the earth,
now it is flowering,
for the light has reshaped it
into stillness once more.

For an unfurling moment
we both cast no shadow
upon this spiraling eon,
as we orbit a sun
together.

traveling through my purse

I search my purse for money or credit cards.
Discovering four brochures from September
Receipts from the veterinarian clinic with dog tags
Twelve poem ideas jotted on a red napkin
A used toothpick with gum at the end of it
Four pens that do not write
One pen that writes which I can usually never find in this purse
A blue dog

She Is a Girl Traveling

She boards with a push, the wind moss and rose. 
She doesn’t slow down and she doesn't explain.
She keeps moving on because regret is her name. 
She is never alone, her bags packed tight, weighed down and heavy. 
They all come aboard carrying her name, the ticket for one and one in the same, with

Traveling

Packed in a hot car 
three hour drive to parents 
kinked neck and stiff leg

Cars Traveling On Infinite Planes

Blackened shells gliding through finite shadows,
their engines burning like the dead's desolate fires.
Wheels devour roads, unraveling beneath them,
miles swallowed, expelled into an endless ether.
Time bleeds on cracks in black asphalt,
slipping between fangs of jagged metal n rust,
coalescing around headlights, flicking in distant ghosts.
Each turn spirals inward, a labyrinth of smoke,
its destination drowned in the Obscurity

Traveling

Traveling on this unknown road 
Each mile past seems oh so slow
No reference points to speed it up
No common ground to smooth the rough 
Events unfold where I've never been
Time shows teeth like a Cheshire cat grin

Eventually I see, turns seem familiar
The way ahead becomes much clearer
Yes that sign post I've seen it before
Time marches

Antiquarian Echoes: Time-Traveling through an Old Library's Labyrinth

In dust-laden silence, past the reach of day,
The mansion's library whispered of forgotten tales,
Its heartbeat echoed in the books arrayed.

Time's soft touch graced each spine and page,
Among them, Dickens stood with solemn grace,
Austen's wit lingered, untouched by age.

Balzac's illusions, faded, not effaced,
Eliot's Floss, its flow stilled in place,
Whitman’s grass, in tranquil state embraced.

Whitaker's knowledge, a

Are You Traveling to Oron?

Are you traveling to Oron to be lost
In the mysteries and secrets of Ekpe, the Bermuda triangle
lban Isong, a land deeply rooted in the ocean
With queen of the coast, daughters of mermaid
Of the marine race inhabit this town

A man who visits Oron may never return again
He's forever lost, lost to his lust
The care and beauty

traveling

maryland's roadways 
offer scenic views of deer 
grazing alongside

Traveling Light

When the world weighs down, I collapse into my mind
I can't form real connections because this world has been unkind
And no matter what I try it always comes back to this
So close I can almost taste it, a reality of bliss

But I fall into the water and drown in the ocean
And the moon can't pull

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