#nomadic
Old longings nomadic leap
Chafing at custom's chain
Again from its brumal sleep
Wakens the ferine strain.
Helots of houses no more
Let us be out, be free!
Fragrance through the window and door
Wafts from the woods, the sea!
After the torpor of will,
Morbid the inner strife
Welcome the animal thrill
Lending a zest to life.
Banish the volumes revered
Severe from centuries dead
Ceilings the lamp flicker cheered
Barter for stars instead.
Temp, they dreams with trees
Nature they god alone
Worship the sun and the breeze
Altars where non atone.
Voices of Solitude call,
Whispers of sedge and stream
Loosen the fetters that gall
Back to the primal scheme
Feel the great throbbing terrene
Pulse in thy body beat!
Conscious again of the creed
Verdure beneath the feet
Callous to pain as the rose,
Breathe with instinct's delight
Live the existence that goes
Soulless into the night.
Nomadic - A non-sedentary lifestyle categorized by constant moving
Brumal - A deep or dreamless sleep
Ferine - wild or untamed
Helots - slaves
Torpor - a sluggish or inactive state
Morbid - pertaining to death
Strife - struggle or fight
Revered - worshiped or respected
Barter - to trade or negotiate
Temple - (in this case, as a verb) adorn
Sedge - verdure or plants
Fetters - chains or shackles
gall - a sore or wound from rubbing or chafing
Primal - ancient, old
Terrene - earth, pertaining to a worldly matter
Verdure - plant life
Callous - (in this situation, as an adjective) numb or unaware due to exposure
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
A nomadic child moving town-to-town;
From my first breath til graduation day.
A girl without a house to call her home,
Passing through the doorways of twenty-three.
For nineteen years I was always, "the new"–
The eternal guest every place, "I knew"
Not a space to claim for my very own,
Before I settled, it was time to roam.
A new residence; An old reflection,
And a constant feeling of being cold
With a consistent need for deflection.
Another new school to learn, been enrolled.
Perpetually the, "new kid" in school,
Forever practicing the golden rule.
Everyplace remains exactly the same;
With all the kids asking, "what is your name"?
School lessons were set on the back burner-
Making friends became the priority.
So, I was a mediocre learner-
Became mothers inferiority.
Uncertainty for my expected role,
Has the personality of a droll.
A new friend made, is another friend lost;
Constantly moving comes with a high cost.
Every hello lead to a good-bye,
Childhood of stability is broken down.
A childs normal life thats gone awry,
Has left a woman without a hometown!
No longer wearing a nomadic crown;
Ive learned that no matter where I may stay,
That my very skin is what I call home,
Which has allowed me to be carefree.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 9:03 AM UTC
The odd thing
About the constant moving
Of a life grown up on the road
Is the people you meet
Know you will leave
And so you get their best
However brief
Aug 29, 2023
Aug 29, 2023 at 10:18 PM UTC
lamplight through the leaves
leave and let me love
let me be and live my life
to die, doggishly
puddles gathered
muddled and battered
dry in the heat of the day
rather to go on
than hang on
to life lived
for shame to those
who cling
for going, is such a kind thing
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 7:35 PM UTC
Backpack strapped back to my back packed up ready for the next destination,
got a train then caught a plane from Lisbon to Budapest but got no rest,
now it's time to go again & I’m all out of answers but I do have a question,
if I’ve been awake in this American Dream for so long then when do I rest?
See,
people on the outside say my life is great & they say it with a hint of envy,
they say that I’m who they want to be or at least that’s what they say to me,
& honestly I'm too tired to thank them nor have the patience to engage them,
because I'm racin' to the next destination on a spaceship with a window seat,
daydreaming awake & gazin' out the window wow this view is amazin',
see it's more about what you leave in than it is about what you came in,
but honestly,
I’m depressed,
& honestly,
now that I've got everything else I'd like to finally get some rest,
I'm upset,
still having a good time though I must admit,
because I'm blessed with the rest of the best of the Jet Set clique yes,
but must confess I'd like to find a nice nest where I can get some night rest,
because I’m tired of going whichever direction I'm pulled,
tired of going wherever the wind blows,
& I know it's an honor to receive all these invitations,
to all these events all over the world,
but it's as exhausting as it is awesome,
so I'm searching,
for redemption & as God's son,
through my sins I am praying,
God,
please take me home,
if life Itself is a prayer,
& we bless everywhere that we roam,
then it shouldn't matter that I never made it to church,
it should only matter that I'm a Believer that believes in redeeming his soul,
oh no here we go,
I wanted to take the time to marinate & elaborate,
but I'm writing this at a fast pace with haste because I’ve got a flight to catch,
& if I stay here any longer to take the time to elaborate I’ll be very late,
& once again I put down the pen in order to make my next date,
so I’m back packing,
I’m backpacking as backpacker not a back tracker,
so I'm moving forward because I've got a feeling that I can’t ignore anymore,
which is that there's more in store to explore & everything's still exciting,
& I want to share all of these experiences with you,
but I can't take you with me so instead of inviting you I’m writing cues,
to help you find the clues in all these experiences I'm going through,
as I live it up to the limit of the sky no gimmicks I'll admit to you why,
it's because I’m only living this life & visiting these towns for you,
so come spend some time with me,
so we can be together before we both go away,
because we all know what They all say,
baby tomorrow isn’t promised today,
tomorrow isn't promised today,
& that’s why I’m back packing,
getting ready for the next destination & always ready for action,
backpack strapped back to my back packed up ready for the next destination,
got a train then caught a plane from Lisbon to Budapest but got no rest,
now it's time to go again & I’m all out of answers but I do have a question,
if I’ve been awake in this American Dream for so long then when do I rest?
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
stay in one place too long
and the air becomes dust
choking me
drowning me
an urge to escape
like a gypsy
in the blanket of the night
but when i see those eyes
sparkling at me
shining for me
i know i am home
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
You come and you go
Leaving and then returning
Like the wild, free wind
You comfort my heart
Then take it away with you
Like a thief at night
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
Hitherto I've been victimised,
My love has been plagiarised,
Claimed by men generalised.
I have loved her,
And lost her too.
Like I've in the past,
With other lovers.
I am a Nomadic Lover,
I know not what it is to be loved,
By young ladies I have only been cheated.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
I knew I didn't belong.
Everyone around me wanted to stay
I wanted to run free
I do not belong to anyone
I belong to the world.
Since I was a small child,
I've had the nomads soul.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
Nomadic
enigmatic
filled with emotional static
wandering away from the cold of the day
wandering away from the heart per se
Roaming away from my feelings
being frightened by what they can mean
isn't a pleasant sensation
it's the ultimate in fear
of your own feelings
**** I know
I'm in need of some kind of healing
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
Feeling numb saying words from the tip of my tongue.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Why is it "American's hunger to move"?
Is it a lack of identity (i.e. being a mixed bag of ancestry such as Germanic, Celtic, Anglo-Saxon) and the search to find one?
Is it something in the land pounded into the earth by the feet of it's nomadic natives long ago?
Is it the near constant expansion since the days of Lewis, Clark, Pike, and Hudson?
Could it be the cyclic disillusionment inevitable in the culture and economic cores of the country?
Is there just too ********* much space?
It would be easy to blame President Eisenhower for the whole thing by giving people a means of traveling the whole country so conveniently in the first place.
But I don't think that is it.
Who am I to know though? I'm not even pretending to have an answer.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Our world is small
We sense content with little,
We are very small in this paradise of god!
*****
We know simply ‘how take care of sheep’
and we moved around in search their food,
Because when they become happy and grow
They bless us to prosper!
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People call us nomad!
But we are concern about the life with us!
*****
When summer approach and snow started to melt,
Green covers spread out on the mountain valley,
We moved from the river valley
And spent the summer there-
to cater the need of our adored friends.
******
When snow starts to melt down,
We come down.
****
Now things are changing!
Last year we were divested.
*****
We gather the information
from river water
about snow melting;
and moved ahead.
******
But without warning,
thunders come with snow followed by downpour
We have lost our children and many great friends,
Every one suffers!
*****
Don’t know ‘why weather deceives us’?
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC