Harbinger Of Fate
In the roads we travel,
our destination is always
a tiny speck on the horizon
where it meets the greeting dawn.
Many of the roads we travel down
a harbinger of fate waits for us there
to change our destiny
from the one we have chosen.
They stand a hitchhiker
along the lonely miles
waiting for us to stop
to give them a lift.
Stopping will be our fate decided
before our destination met.
poem by David Harris
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Roads We Travel
There are many roads we travel
And probably most we leave behind
We continue to walk ahead of us
New fresh roads we want to find
And sometimes we wonder
If we took the best road we could
If we could erase them and start over
We often think perhaps we would
Some roads we travel often though
Off and on throughout the years
They get worn and sad and weary
And we shed so many tears
But we try to put them behind us
And trudge bravely on ahead
Trying very heard to not look back
But find great new roads instead
So no matter where we’ve been
As our lives we continue to unravel
We all just try to do our best
With the many roads we travel!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Fate and Destiny
Fate and Destiny
Who can tell us what Fate and Destiny are?
Who can tell us what our Fate is?
Who can tell us what our Destiny is?
Fate. Destiny.
People say we cannot choose our Fate, but we can choose our Destiny.
People say we are Fated or Destined to do/become something.
Fate. Destiny.
Are they different?
Are they the same?
People say we can choose Destiny and we are Fated to do it.
People say that our Destiny is open, but our Fate is sealed.
Are Fate and Destiny the same?
If our Destiny has yet to be chosen but our Fate is sealed, then is not our Destiny already chosen, but unseen to us until the opportune moment?
Fate. Destiny.
When is the opportune moment?
At what point in our life will our Fate and Destiny be revealed?
Or will we realize what our Fate and Destiny are only when it is too late?
Or will we pass our Fate and Destiny without knowing it?
Fate. Destiny.
If someone tells us what our Fate and Destiny are, will we like what we hear?
Or will you strive against the path set before you?
poem by Robert Grimes
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Broken Bridges, Broken roads
BROKEN BRIDGES, BROKEN ROADS:
I'm crossing broken bridges,
to travel broken roads.
Where they will take me,
I don't exactly know.
Nothing here to stop me,
so down this road I go.
I will follow the rivers,
where ever they may flow.
Meet me out there,
where our roads and bridges cross.
I'll bring what i can,
consider the rest a loss.
I will meet you there,
at whatever cost.
Together,
We will cross broken bridges,
to travel broken roads.
where they will take us,
I don't exactly know.
poem by Amber Swiney
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Destination Unknown
Im getting outta here cause theres too many complications
Yeah Im getting outta here dont get driven any information
And if they ask you for a number to call just say Im gone thats all
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
If anybody wants me just say you dont know the address
Cause Ive had enough of the confusion and the madness
And should anybody ever try to stall, just say Im gone thats all
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Im tired of playing other peoples games
Tired of waiting for some things to change
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Im tired of playing other peoples games
Tired of waiting for some things to change
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Fate or Destiny
Fate or Destiny
Is it fate or destiny that brings your smile for me to see?
Is it fate or destiny that brings us together as we hold hands?
Is it fate or destiny that brings our hearts as a union as one?
Is it fate or destiny that brings our stormy seas to rest upon the shore?
Is it fate or destiny that builds a lasting relationship, never to fall?
Is it fate or destiny that brings us close beyond the horizon of a sunny day?
poem by Sharon Kubeck
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Searching
How many people pass by them all day long,
As the wind touch their skin to feel cold and warm,
To unknown destination they travel thinking,
They travel to the known destination of working and sleeping,
Planning for hours, to reach the goals on time,
Displaced using the available sources to release tension,
They have changed a lot from the dirty hunters, in appearance,
Habits of them never changed as their ancestors, who strive,
To seek the better of better always, will this search ever stop?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Road I Travel
The road I travel is windy and unsafe
Filled with road blocks and things to slow me down
Constantly seeing a stop sign
One day the signal will turn green and I will push my foot on the gas
For now my safest way to travel is on the highway
Very little stops
Only a straight path to keep going
There is room to be both slow and causious and fast and furious
Depending on the day and what obstacle I face will dictate my speed and my destiny
As I travel the highway I see nothing but black top
It is just me and nothing but road to travel
Needing to realize that there are so many paths to choose
I am my own destination
But for now the road I travel on is windy and unsafe and filled with road blocks
poem by Anne Jones
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Final destination
Final destination
I guess we all have a few
Whether it coming to pivotal point
In life or finally deciding what to do
Some call heaven or hell
Our final destination
I guess, that a partial truth
I believe when one gets to heaven there
Joy yet work to do
Therefore no one knows the extent of travel
One would have to do
Now, there's hell, and there
You can't be through
For all of eternity,
the deep hold of darkness
Rules and mutilates you
There's no rest
Neither departure
So how can you be through?
For your mind will travel yet
Reminding you of all you use to do.
Final destination
Now there's a new scope
One thing for sure
The outcome of it all
Is strictly up to you!
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Loose Change
I built a house of cards
Built a house of rain
Built a house of love
Its hard to build again
Built a road to reason
Built a road to fate
Built a road to the promised land
Right up to the gate
Loose change in my pocket
Future in my hand
Too many distractions
For me to understand
Too many distractions
Got to get back home
Get into something solid
Get out of the zone
Some roads bring renewal
Some roads hide and wait
Some roads promise everything
And steal your fuel away
Loose change in my pocket
Future in my hand
Too many distractions
For me to understand
Some roads I been flyin
Some roads I crashed
Some roads I been sleepin on
Some roads I got back
Some roads I been runnin
Some roads I was stopped
Some roads I been walkin down
Some roads I was lost
song performed by by Neil Young
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A Kind Of Traveler
how evasive has fate been with me
now that i have given up what i have in mind
i have become a traveler without a destination
i have no intention of stopping somehow
all these is just a matter of intuition as
i, the passive railing, nailed, and keeps on waiting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Are Moving People
it is this traveling
that perhaps can make you
forget
roads are the roller coasters of our minds
trees are trickles of green on each side
always moving
on and on
without exhaustion
viewing everything that is always
new to
our own liking
i do not have a specific destination
each place beyond me is a question
the sad past like the wind that meets our faces
becomes another place of the heart that we leave behind
we are moving people
seated on our couches
still in deep thought
as scenes change every moment
our eyes are always strangers
trekking pathways
consuming roads
without a definite end
on an unknown duration
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Traveler (edited) ...
how evasive has fate been with me
now that i have given up what i have in mind
i have become a traveler without a destination
i have no intention of stopping somehow in this confusion
all those years are just a matter of intuition permeating
as
i, the passive weaver, denied,
still keep on
waiting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My destination
My destination is life at the end of the line
My destination is graduation when it’s time
My destination is my diploma I bet I get mine
My destination is to stop with the lay back being cool
My destination is to reach to top of the school
When you reach the top I want you to look over and have in your hand a four leaf clover
As you step on the edge and start to look down turn around fall back make no sound
So the next destination you reach is the ground
poem by Jacob Valentine
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Roadways
Roads are making sense to the citizenry,
Can they travel long distances?
Can thoughts enter a ghastly mind
Which melts under the sun, in the brain?
Roads will enthuse the community at large
And affect their moods and climate of opinion.
Shall we certainly reject the injured?
They, the leprosy, are against roads.
But we are the fit to celebrate the country
By going to it, by managing safety on the roads.
Each road is greatly admired and minds are helped
By the heat of the sun and all it emits.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Destiny or Fate
There’s a question I ask myself
Each and every night
It doesn’t cost any wealth
Or matter if I’m right
It seems so unfair to wait
And ask, if it was destiny or fate
Destiny, who brought me to you
Fate, that keeps with you my love
How can I see clear through
When the sky is filled with doves
They’re all trying to escape
From their Destiny or Fate
I was born
To give you my love
Never was I torn
About, if I could rise above
I can never keep straight
If it was destiny or fate
Now can’t you see, Destiny
Just what your doing to me
You won my love for you
Never since, have I been blue
For you, I will never be late
Or care, if it was Destiny or fate
Late For Fate.
Is it to late to change destiny and fate?
To change the route that my life does take?
Or is it all a predefined trip with no exceptions or excursions,
No room for extras fate's running it like a tight ship.
But what if i wised up an got a bit clever
A little smart an found away to give old fate the slip one day
Sneak off, vanish, fade away from my life's fate thats set in it's way
To re-define what was ment to always be pre-defined
To create a new destiny from inside my mind
A destiny a trip thats made of my own design
A life free from fate A LIFE THAT TRULY MINE.
poem by Roz French
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My travels in the hell
It is hard and so teadius travel to me
though my travel is a nice car
The roads, I ve travelled seems as hell
Just a road with out green trees in the sides
Only wheeled animels flown here and there and
exhausting a large volume of black smoke
No flowers, and the musics of little sky singers
only the roarings of metallic wilds, I heard
One second, I stopped and
felt this travel as the travel in the hell
poem by Sakthi Ravichandran
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The Journey without shortcuts
The Journey traveled without shortcuts,
is a journey worth taking.
For there are no shortcuts,
to any place worth going.
The destination does not matter,
but the Journey to it does.
For at the destination,
you will not learn anything.
You will not accomplish much either.
On the Journey to it, however,
you learn many things,
and accomplish much.
On the Journey,
you learn. You learn that,
'We are not human beings on a spiritual journey,
but spiritual beings on a human journey.' (-my good friend Joe)
So travel hard,
and travel well.
Choose your companions wisely,
and leave everything behind.
Never look back,
always move forward.
For 'Yesterday is history,
and history is miles away.' (-Matthew West)
But never forget anything either,
learn all that you can,
and treasure the good times.
Then this Journey will be like no other.
This is the Journey,
of life.
Our life here on Earth,
so don't take shortcuts.
This Journey won't be easy,
but you have a guide.
The guide will never leave your side,
and he will carry you through the rough terrain.
He loves you more than you will ever know,
and he gave you this Journey,
so travel it while holding his hand.
You are not alone.
So again,
never look back,
but don't forget either,
and don't stop.
Don't take any shortcuts,
run the whole race.
You are not alone
on this Journey,
the Journey of life.
(13 Jan.2009)
poem by Melissa Wagner
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A Traveller Of The Roads
I wonder where I am going
for I know where I have been.
I wonder which new roads
I will have travel down
before I get back here again.
My life is such a mystery
from dawn to dusk,
and I wonder if ever
I will find the place
where I will truly belong.
I am a traveller of the roads
never calling anywhere my home,
but I keep looking for
the right heart on the right road
and a place to call home.
5 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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Started to Fly
Every morning I try to travel some red dirt roads
I always listen closely to what they have to say
Normally red dirt roads are very safe to travel
Until one morning a motorcycle started my way
My guiding voice said this may be your end
You my friend have traveled your last mile,
All of a sudden the motorcycle started to fly
As it flew over my head, all I could do is smile
poem by John McCornack
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