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Traveler Mar 2017
It hits me mostly
When I'm alone
The voice of soul
The creative flow
Whatever it is
I don't have a clue
Words that come
From nowhere
Words I never use
Perhaps
I'm a bit crazy
Perhaps
You're crazy too
But it is the gift
That you and I share
And I hope
   We never lose...
Traveler Tim
I don't always like to read long poems with vivid words and riddles
But I do respect the fact
You're a beautiful violin
And I am but a fiddle.

Salutations
HP May 2016
Traveler Mar 2017
Never fall
In love again
                       Embrace the tears                    
And hold'em in

The empty life
That longs to live
The heart of gold
That longs to give

In coffin madness
Buried alive
Embrace your fate
And don't ask why

Why does love
Sometimes die
What ever happen
To you and I
...
Traveler Tim
  Mar 2017 Traveler
Francie Lynch
'Tis true what they say,
May your glass be half-full,
I discovered the same
In a quaint Irish pub.

On leaving that evening
I pulled on my mac,
The wind was wet
And pushing my back.

Pushing's surely
An understatement,
It drove so hard
My face met the pavement.
And I could hear Molly singing:
And the road rose up to meet him.

There was no sun
To blame for my face,
The burn on my skin
Was a shameless disgrace.

The road home that night
Was all downhill,
But with the hard rain,
All seemed uphill.

There's plenty
Of work
For this man's hands,
For the luck of the Irish
Is a tourism scam.

As for being in heaven
A half hour ahead
Of Ole Lucifer knowing
That I'm ten minutes dead;
I'm sure he'll be keening
At the foot of my bed.

Dad always said
Being Irish was grand,
If you're in North America
And not Ireland.
Repost: Happy St. Patrick's Day.
  Mar 2017 Traveler
K Balachandran
I was a dense forest of untold desire,
Love embraced me as the roaring wild fire
The gleaming embers in your kohl lined eyes lit,
I wouldn't ever think of putting it out my dear
Burning in the sanctifying fire of your love
Chanting aloud the mantras of fire sacrifice:1
Wasn't it bliss itself; a new avatar our love takes hereafter.
The embers are still aglow in this forest's treasure chest.
Fire sacrifice: Is the Vedic (5th cen BCE) Indian ritual of offering butter and many other select purifying material to fire chanting "Idam na mama"(This is not for me,meaning it is for the well being of universe)as a means to create harmony between human beings and nature (by purifying environment) and also the harmony within human body and between members of community, who involve in the purification rites.
Traveler Mar 2017
In the moment
I embrace reality
The realization of breath
In harmony with
The world around me
I believe the sun
Shall continue to shine
And Gaia
Shall continue to revolve
On into the night
And beyond my beliefs...
Traveler Tim
I believe my truck is still out in the driveway
Where I parked it.
Don.t mean it's there.
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