Tag: travel
group name: poetspassion
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May 09, 2007 09:19 PM EDT --
Oh, the places I'd see,
the things I'd do . . .
Every night at midnight and then
again at . . . more
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August 17, 2008 10:25 AM EDT --
Hell friends! Well, after a 10 hour Greyhound bus ride, I made it to PA yesterday morning! The Greyhound Station was almost exactly across the river from Station Square, the sight of the Gather . . . more
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January 23, 2008 10:43 PM EST --
sunshine in september
burnished roofs
starlings scatter
at sound of hooves
he arrives home
the old house stands
time spent far
in foreign lands
he halts his horse
suddenly afraid
of the past . . . more
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January 19, 2007 04:32 AM EST --
Could it be in the travels of my mind
I will ever meet a parallel to my heart?
Could it be that somewhere along the way
I've passed a future never giving it a thought?
My sails have billowed . . . more
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October 10, 2007 08:26 AM EDT --
I believe
In World of Make Believe
Of Little Fairies and Pixie Dusts
For Here I am
Standing in my Childhood Dreamland
The Heaven of Love and Romance Paradise
With just one . . . more
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July 26, 2007 03:55 PM EDT --
Bumble bee, oh bumble bee,
I can see you on the tree.
You soar with leisure,
You fly with pleasure,
Social in nature,
Such a splendid creature,
Bumble bee, oh bumble bee,
I can see you on the tree.
. . . more
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October 30, 2007 02:14 PM EDT --
The English language, not surprisingly, is rife with terms coined at sea. The British Isles, after all, are islands and the residents of those island travelled the oceans far and wide. Many of the common . . . more
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March 05, 2007 02:04 AM EST --
Shimmering brilliantly,
Yet restricted by borders.
Flowing freely,
But whithin its own mind.
Such as an American,
Restricted Freedom!
The water will not
Stand up
Forced down
Skin Deep
Look Past . . . more
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July 23, 2007 11:11 AM EDT --
MONUMENT
Let the guns cease to sound
and cannons cease their roar
So many lions, once caged and starved,
let them no longer find nourishment
on life's peace-filled shores.
Let . . . more
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March 29, 2007 10:29 AM EDT --
So, on the road again
Praying to your Deity
(Hi Deity, glad to know that you're doing ok)
The centre line marks the boundaries
Of the only home you'll ever know
Home is shrink wrapped cutlery, . . . more
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June 27, 2007 08:41 PM EDT --
I published this recently as a group of haiku. Well, maybe it didn't work so well. The Russian original is more flowing, as the last image of the poem suggests. So here is a rendering closer to the . . . more
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August 03, 2007 12:05 AM EDT --
We were drifters.
Our voices had fallen on hard times.
No one heard us
As our shabbiness hid our nobility.
We wandered north during the summer
To catch the warm rains.
We went to the eastern . . . more
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June 02, 2007 01:21 PM EDT --
I've always had some interest in photography, but up until a few years ago (and the invention of digital cameras) I never took it up as a hobby. Since taking it up and starting to post images here . . . more
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June 05, 2007 01:38 AM EDT --
Moving straight,
Turning right,
Making a U turn,
Turning left,
Moving zigzag,
Speeding off at a speed of 10km/h,
Stop!
Halt!
Pause!
Stuck!
Turning back,
Moving zigzag,
Turning . . . more
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March 03, 2008 03:05 PM EST --
For each article with four pictures that you write you will receive a $10. Amazon gift cards. I wrote two. Here's the link to mine and you can naviagate and write yours.
<a . . . more
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January 18, 2007 04:21 PM EST --
Again today I relived it
The moment when the over and over dream saw the waking world
Reaching out in dark longing night
To feel the eternal softness never forgotten
And always held close
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June 06, 2007 08:52 PM EDT --
I have a dream last night...
A dream that kept me wondering and pondering,
"What does it mean?"
"Is there a meaning in it?"
Or,
"It just a dream!"
A . . . more
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July 05, 2007 11:09 PM EDT --
SUNDAY ON THE FARM
c] Robert Charles Burnham
I walk through rich serenity
The morning breeze seduces me
Life abounds in euphoric sense
My peacefulness within, intense
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July 23, 2007 03:37 PM EDT --
they came
moonless three AM
on a glassed and windless sea
a wavy masquerade of glittering stars.
wind dancer was lulled snug between
anchors fore and aft well set
their rodes slackened in the calm. . . . more
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March 07, 2007 07:44 PM EST --
The car is our vardo, our gypsy
caravan. We speak our words
for cheap bread and expensive
wine. We pray for the ins of
Ginsberg, the knack of Kerouac.
We are a living limited offer, our
infinity bartered . . . more
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