"untravelled" poems
#Hair styles
Hair colors
Hairdos
Hairfall
Blonde
Brunette
Redhead
Grey
Or just black
A few strands of which
I found in her comb
In one untravelled recess of wardrobe
An untouched memento
From past two decades
Not graying
Not growing
Undeclined
Undestroyed
black and thick
the only relic
for her son!#
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC
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An altered look about the hills—
A Tyrian light the village fills—
A wider sunrise in the morn—
A deeper twilight on the lawn—
A print of a vermillion foot—
A purple finger on the slope—
A flippant fly upon the pane—
A spider at his trade again—
An added strut in Chanticleer—
A flower expected everywhere—
An axe shrill singing in the woods—
Fern odors on untravelled roads—
All this and more I cannot tell—
A furtive look you know as well—
And Nicodemus’ Mystery
Receives its annual reply!
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My shy hand shades a hermitage apart, -
O large enough for thee, and thy brief hours.
Life there is sweeter held than in God's heart,
Stiller than in the heavens of hollow flowers.
The wine is gladder there than in gold bowls.
And Time shall not drain thence, nor trouble spill.
Sources between my fingers feed all souls,
Where thou mayest cool thy lips, and draw thy fill.
Five cushions hath my hand, for reveries;
And one deep pillow for thy brow's fatigues;
Languor of June all winterlong, and ease
For ever from the vain untravelled leagues.
Thither your years may gather in from storm,
And Love, that sleepeth there, will keep thee warm.
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she departed forever
never looked back
never came back
lit up like a phoenix August forest
perished in blazes of passionate hope
she departed forever
to lands unknown and roads untravelled
left behind her innocence lost and youth gone by
never looked back
never came back
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
You're the dark blue hue set over the beauty of untravelled worlds
Drawing me back to the blanket of a comforting home
Drowning me in sickly sweet memories
Turning my hopes and my dreams to pointless could of beens
You're the poloroids stuck to the shabby cabin walls
A constant burning reminder of what I left behind
A snapshot of a non-existent place
That I yearn so hard to go home and find
You're an anxious longing for untouched perfection
I wish to hold it in my gentle hands
A love for the soft yet constant melody
Of an old song from my favourite band
You hold me back, hugging me in the comfort of your wooden arms
I'm oblivious that the plane I board will turn your wood to charcoal
And my perfect metallic palace
Will rust in the acid rain
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
As I pond-
er the stream
Of life, I brook
Our oceans
Lost, our rivers
Unexplored, estuaries
Untravelled, tributaries
Unseen; our courses
Diverged, our ways
Parted like the Red Sea,
We drifted on the tides
Like ships caught on waves
Carried on torrid floods,
Riding the cascading torrents
Over strange uncharted waters,
And yet if our paths ever flow
To meet in some channel
On a distant shore,
Expect no tears,
No weeping,
I won't cry
You a river
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Whatever.
I thought that I:
lost the power
fell from grace
left behind the Presence
Yet it remains anchored
Steadfast
It cannot be stripped from me
by a church that has exiled me
I was never to a Sunday Christian anyway
The gifts and the call of God are irrevocable
...were not given to me by man,
only confirmed..
Man cannot take it away
The heart I was given
the spirit that defines me
the gifts I share
The most important lesson I have ever learned -
that: "To love is to give"
will not be blotted out of my notebook.
So what am I?
I don't know
All I know is that my purpose here
Is to guide
to reveal
to those whom I sent
"You are not mere clay...Breathed of God is your first breath...and the light of eternity will shine upon your last"
No river is crossed
No path untravelled
No passage unjourneyed
...to which the gateway is not found within.
Beyond the boundary of the accepted, tolerated, comformable
is where you will find this cleric
Preaching in bars
reaching out on the streets
My only prayer:
Let me continue to defy
Assumptions of what can, should be done.
And in the end...
we shall all be on the long road home
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
What could have been,
What should have been,
Sometimes seem more appealing,
Than what is
The roads untravelled,
The dreams never sought,
The desires compromised,
Sometimes take their toll.
Who would I have been,
If what could have been,
Had been.
Would I still be writing this poem,
Wondering,
What would have happened,
If I had taken a different turn
Or, would I be just writing different lyrics,
And try to have them fit
On the same old music?
I guess,
There would always be A road untravelled,
Or a poem left abandoned, unfinished
Stories ending before they could begin,
The mystery behind the what could have beens.
So, this is a shout out,
To all the lives I'll never live,
And the people I'll never be,
But where I landed,
And who I'm,
It is up to me,
To make it worthwhile,
And I reckon,
It is still a feat
Worth celebrating
'Cause,
As appealing,
as the roads untravelled might be,
Nothing beats the experience
And the excitement,
That the roads we travelled have brought
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
An orphaned sky
so painful blue
shone on wasteland beautiful
travel save, ye lonely bird
and take care of your thought and word
a single beat, a single song
abandoned lands, a moan so long
hurting kind, oh bless my soul
melancholia will take its toll
contoures blurred
in a view unkind
the difference of
the second sight
a stone uncarved
the tide unfilled
unequation - remain in light
straight ahead
neither left, nor right
straight ahead,
nor left, nor right
things unsaid,
things undone,
things unsomething,
songs unsung,
the road untravelled,
the weakness strong,
the deeds so many
but
too many turns wrong
oh faithful breath ye gentle wind
make me see the morning light
straight ahead
not left
not right…
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 3:00 AM UTC
Skimming down the road,
Fingers embraced by the passing wind,
Trying to race to the western promises.
Passing into lands previously untravelled,
Towards the glow emenating from those golden opportunities,
Almost as if taking flight towards the stark blue horizon.
Not long to go,
Just a push and a plunge,
A great fall to the left on the map.
In search of a better future,
As great plains are traversed,
The beacon of answers to great questions lay ahead.
Skimming down the road,
Fingers embraced by the passing wind,
Trying to outrace the eastern storm.
Lessons in the trunk,
A case of tenacity in the passenger seat,
Goals hogging the back seat.
The wind tussling hair as it passes,
A gentle greeting as the countryside opens up,
The air clearer with every mile.
Everything seeming sharper,
Like a previously unknown haze being pulled from the eyes,
Colors vibrant and new.
Skimming down the road,
Fingers embraced by the passing wind,
Chasing the setting sun and running from the night.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC