Travelling Poems

Time Travelling

On such days
what holds my senses 
to the world loosens 
and all becomes a background 
blur, a kind of peripheral haze 
as seen through a rain glazed
window to that place ‘out there’. 
My mind drifts and soon

I am here where time
has stood still and a hot
summer sun prints the cool shade
of almond trees on ground

The Sun and the Sea

The Sun and the Sea—
a blessing on this perfect day,
while seagulls sing their wild, untamed song.
There’s something here, in this Mediterranean way,
a peace that settles—deep, and pure, and strong.

We breathe it in,
this life beyond compare,
somewhere between the places we have known.
It teaches us
how small the world,
when seeds of wonder’s sown.
And in this ease,
a thought begins

Travelling Light

Dedicated to Stuart A. Staples


I want to break someone's little finger
In three places

Give me strings on a hollow wooden body
Crumpled suits and apprehension

The warbler, the jongleur
The slur, the trill, the quaver

I can only serenade in that way
Without drop z tuning 

Barmonies and mashed taters
Send in the French horn

Alone in the living room
The air conditioner remote

2024-7-29

Day after day for decades, 
away the ocean waves wash
 the Apostles pieces by pieces.

Hours by hours some projects
drain people's time and energy bits by bits.

Now, only 6+ Apostles left
Standing there smiley.
Who knows what has been going on
 In that head under that beanie.

Does Australian feel sorry
For the Apostles gone missing? 
I don't know.
Does any1

Travelling Home

Travelling home to meet my mother,
I held memories of  past times in a foreign land,
We have had pleasurable moments over the phone,
With smiles and laughter during video calls.

Travelling home to meet my mother,
Oh, how I long to see her face,
Sit with her on the porch in the twilight,
Stroll with her in the ambience of

Travelling Jill

There's a sweet young lady named Jill
for whom travel is such a big thrill.
She sees many places
and lots of kind faces
in Asheville, Nashville,
Seattle and Seville,
Belleville, Louisville
and Copacabana, Brazil!

Two Returns For Manchester

Trinity Street, Bolton,
it was Jack and Jaya’s first date,
Jack had got there early,
worried he’d be late,
the ticket woman said,
to head for platform two,
“you’ll have to get a move on though,
your train is almost due”,
from Moses Gate to Manchester,
the world went flashing by,
factories and football fields,
beneath a clouded sky,
soon the train screeched to a halt,
with much

Travelling Alt Earth

We pull into a Winding Station,
Hand the Attendant our key,
Head into the Station Inn
For a snack and Earl Grey Tea.
In less than an hour,
Our machine being oiled
The tension being adjusted
And our spring tightly coiled,

I slip the motor into gear
And we are off on our way
To the next Winding Station
One hundred miles away.
At Fifty miles an

A Fervor For Travelling

The thought of traveling is inspiring to me.
So many amazing countries I've read about.
Places I've dreamed of visiting and long to see
by plane, rail, or car. Whatever my chosen route.

Excitement begins when my decision is made
as to where I'll go, close to home or far away.
Walking on a beach and watching the sunlight fade.
Perhaps this

The Travelling Troubadours

The travellers wandered with word and song
Along the banks of the river long, 
As each one chose their place to play, 
Peeling off from the crowns along the way. 

Stories told from near and far,
Reflect in the river as she reaches the bar, 
Flowing from source to salty sea,
The land’s life blood, veins eternally. 

Through

The Travelling Musician

If my heart is broken in two
Which one should I follow?
Should I follow the one that’s wanting to stay?
Or the one that wants to be free?

Some wish they could have two hearts
While I wish I just have a whole
One that’s mended and not apart
Whose beat I am able to control

It gets tiring explaining why I

My Travelling Star

avelling Star

Here I go following my travelling star
That I can see on the horizon from afar
It guides me on to I don’t know where
As I travel on in my  never ending dare

I go on to where the sun always shines
Just wanting what should be mine
Travelling seeking my guiding star
Alone as I wander seeking it

An Unexpected Vacation With My Sweets and a Travelling Record Player

sitting in front of my record player
i am glad that i fixed it and that i found some 45s and some 78s
my excitement builds as i sift through all of the new discoveries
i am in my element
all i need is a cream soda and some peppercorn ranch sun chips

time is nonexistent
people are intentionally omitted
stress is

Travelling Through Forests

Nothing but green trees.
A sight which still brings my mind
To a mindful state,
Knowing this sight is truly
What I always want to see.

Travelling Through Memories

In my head there’s an echo of the past,
Reminscing memories of the last years,
My childhood’s fading, now disappears.

In my heart I know nothing can last.
Living through moments of these years
In adolescence I am now switching gears.

In my mind there’s a ghost of the past.
Growing into times of tomorrow’s years,
My future being only crying joyous tears.

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