The birds, I saw
soaring high in the azure sky
of the countryside,
drifting softly through the air
beyond my sight.
Over the mountain,veiled in mist
where the rivers flow
and valleys twist,
they might have journeyed.
When they were no longer seen,
an emotion began to stir,
a metaphor of freedom's call
to the boundless skies.
My heart ached with longing
for journeys they could make,
their freedom song
a song of pure mobility.
Categories:
wanderers, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Oh ye the Man
Listen!!!! For the King’s palace has got burnt
The chiefs are being hypocrites
For the Queen is the source of the living,making the King looks mighty
Oh ye the Universe
Look!!! For you shall start a journey where you have no consent to start
And a journey where you have no Vision to stop
But a journey that consists of dried and fruitful Missions
Oh ye the seventh floor
Where thou shalt looked unto?
Should I Sblood to figure my comparative analysis and evolution of the Homos?
Oh ye the tiny waves
Listen!!!! For we shall create disperse and nightmares in the form of lucid dreams and hallucinations where the fears,tears and scars will be wild with a little road
Oh ye the Serpent
Do you really believe you’re the most beauty in the face of humans but ugly in the face of Holiness
Now here we laid our Truest
Categories:
wanderers, allusion, art, destiny,
Form: Alliteration
When wanders weep,
heaving, heavy hearts
eventually erupt, evading
notice, like so many naars.1
When wanderers weep,
announcing vulnerability
not caring who sees their
drops darkening the dirt,
evoked discomfort greets them.
Reassuring platitudes rise up to
erase their deepest hurts,
rescuing strangers from action,
strangling empathy.
When wanderers weep
expectations slip away.
experience’s realities scream,
“Please, see me through this day!”
1. naars - a type of flawed diamonds
Categories:
wanderers, caregiving, community, emotions, people,
Form: Acrostic
Wander lust their families’ motivation
Nomads fluctuating in flowing migration,
Seasonal uprooting to discover new ways
Looking in new directions in anticipation.
Restless as the cirrus streaking the sky
Wander lust their families’ motivation,
They gather not, and with time dissipate
Having done so since primordial creation.
The land they claim their sovereign nation
Whatever resources subsistence requires,
Wanderlust their families’ sole motivation
Until with age the older generation tires.
The cattle lowing, soft winds on the dunes
Strangers look with heightened sensation,
A culture quite sophisticated in its own way
Wanderlust their families’ sole motivation.
written March 10, 2022
Categories:
wanderers, family, perspective, society,
Form: Quatern
O'er lush and verdant fields
Wanderers a-roaming,
Oh earthly paradise
Horses, in the gloaming.
How I envy thy sweet soul
Your spirit, wild and free
'Neath those hooves, your every need,
Could I but swap with thee.
Entry for
Some Paradise Where Horses Go Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
16/3/2020
Categories:
wanderers, freedom, horse, joy,
Form: Rhyme
My Petition to the World's Wanderers.
Let me ride onto thy wings of light,
Galloping onto thy high swift flight,
Oh thou Star! Take me to the highest galaxy and alight,
Upon there, we shall close our pinion and rest overnight .
Take me, thou moon in pellucid bloom,
Before the angels door we shall dance in groom;
And when the heaven closes its eye and darkness looms,
We shall seek our repose and assume .
Oh thou wanderer tiring wind,
Let me linger to the world-wide without pine;
We shall touch the silvery tender cloud lines;
Extracting flowers scent and tulips wine;
On and on let me embrace the bliss of wanderer.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo | 27/08/2018.
Categories:
wanderers, butterfly, cute love, fantasy,
Form: Light Verse
Wanderers we have been
Off to distant climes,
Restless curiosity
Led to inquiring minds.
Daring to take the risk
Challenges to be fought,
Reaching for the highest peak
Unspoiled lands, we sought.
Island paradises too, secluded and serene
Searching for the seldom trod,
Each journey, was our dream.
Entry for World Cruise - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
7/10/2017
Categories:
wanderers, adventure, travel,
Form: Acrostic
The Wanderers
The Wanderers wear many faces,
They may come from nothing and other dark places;
With surviving skills amazing to see;
While we, untested, cry over burned fricasee.
There was old Annie in the food pantry
Which had a clothes closet, too, for the poor;
She came every 3 months, didn't pick for sizes,
Sold what she got for whatever, a dime or more.
There was Jenny who lost her job, was evicted,
Broke her glasses all in a week's succession;
For pride or poverty she hit the streets,
Fell in with a man for "love's" protection.
That pantry had a box full of glasses,
She screamed when she found a fair fit;
"I can see! I can work! she jumped and cried;
On her way to a new start for the hope of it.
One more was the lady up the street;
Whose home was a "for sale" car;
Left to wander in the daytime;
Where is she now - most likely afar.
But for the grace of God, go I,
For I've made judgments that were poor at best;
God bless those wandering who are freezing tonight;
For they share our Savior's plight,
a stone to rest his head.
Categories:
wanderers, endurance, people, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
where are you running off to, Oh wind?
There are no devils to chase you,
and nothing can stand in your way.
you are always born and Death
can never hold you in his arms.
yet you seem lost, restless
wandering through space and time
here and there, here and there.
For ever everywhere.
Where do you go wind? where is your home?
Or do you like me have no such place?
then shall we be companions;
wandering to places and times
unknown. In search
among the ruins you and I created.
May we go in search?
And if such a place is never found,
and nothing but hope survives,
may we remain together?
Endless wanderers, in this eternity.
Categories:
wanderers, home, journey,
Form: Free verse
N ever again will the Tribes of Israel be the sacrificial lamb of man.
A nnealed in furnaces of man, not in Olam HaEmet by the Almighty in "the World of Truth."
Z ealots rose from the ashes of the ovens and now defend like Sicarii of old.
I srael blooms and grows in the desert, returned by Allied Forces to the cauldron.
H ome to the Holy Land, they were sent, shipped, caste surrounded by Arab foe, isolated.
O vens melted their hearts, striped their forms for their souls held no intrinsic value.
L ampshades and shoes were made from their skin, jewelry from the gold in their teeth.
O rders given by The Third Reich were obeyed without conscious. The herd was culled.
C hrist-killer the Christian mind said, devil worshiper, their deaths were acceptable.
A nti-Semitism always has been and always will be a threat to Jews everywhere.
U nited, Jews must form a majority population in Israel so Jews everywhere feel safe.
S anctuary will never again being denied Israel will be safe haven from religious persecution.
T o a future where all men have intrinsic worth regardless of race, creed or religion, pray.
Categories:
wanderers, death, dedication, education, faith,
Form: Acrostic
To where we go
No one knows
Exactly where we go
I don’t know
The hope
That floats
The areas
Sensitively
Remote
When life
Is simply
Revoked
Belief
It’s an honorable mention
But it kills a number far greater
That it helps survive
With in the tension
You question your state of being
You wonder why you’re alive
And who knows if your body goes anywhere
Besides in that box, soundly found
Beneath the dirt
This is what happens
When we misinterpret the hurt
Out of despair in hopes of relief
We form a belief
To where we go
No one really knows
Exactly where we go
I don’t know
Categories:
wanderers, life, music, mystery, peace,
Form: Lyric