For Travel's Sake
i am my own
car, and i drive it
towards a direction
on smooth wheels
fast and sound
tracks stretching
before my
sharp eyes
i overrun
not people
but my
limitations
i compete
against myself
against
the obstructions of my
intolerance for
failures
i like this journey
towards
an uncertain
destination
it is the excitement
of not knowing
it is travel for
travel's sake
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Marvellous Travel
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question why,
Someone left them without saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or Europe,
There'll always be something interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the ugly,
Every experience is worth life's journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Joshua Fernandez
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The Travelerz
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question
why,
Someone left them without
saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women
and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would
spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or
Europe,
There'll always be something
interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the
ugly,
Every experience is worth life's
journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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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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The Magic of the Breeze – 32 I used to travel by train
I used to travel by train
Previously too – The travel
At night, the distant lights
The stars in sky, hopeful dreams
The sound of thundering wheels
Singing a song to the rhythm
Of the beat of the heart of steel
The rush of the wind
Standing by the door
I used to think what means all this
The fury and sound, the very travel
The people I used to meet or travel with
No one has been able to erase the sadness
Or ease the pain I feel when traveling
I used to feel all alone by the door
And life speeding by towards the end.
I have enjoyed my travel too
In groups with friends now far apart
I remember days gone by never to come
But, however long the distance
I used to stand at least half the time.
With you I now sit and enjoy
It is no longer a pain
Before travel was business
Travel was necessary and unavoidable
It was an escape sometimes
Just the act of traveling – running away
But, I always had to come back
And face life alone, just alone.
Now, you have shown me
The other side of travel by train
The train is still the train
The people, crowd all are the same
But yet not the very same,
You and I, no one else I see
Time, with it all people, the crowd
Are frozen in time and none exists
Other than just the two of us
I myself am in a dream till the end
Drinking the air and feeling
The breeze and you fill each cell
I no longer think, I only wait
To feel the brush of your touch
And the kiss of the breeze!
poem by Angelina Pandian
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Take Me Away From Here
O Krishna! I want to be your Radha
of that delicious love to you
O Giridhar! out of you, nothing is there
the long distance I need to travel
with you, to forget my life;
in my eyes, you bring me
a new vision of wishes
your blue face, that shining
in my eyes, drive me….. drive me
away from this evils world
my chariot needs to be travel
where I lost my way
tie up in life, with broken of sorrows
you be there, nothing will happen
please drive my chariot,
go fast from this world
where nobody disturb us
poem by I.p. Gopikrishnan Pisharody
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It's A Hard Road
I jumped on the train
I left this old town
I escaped the rain
I'm no longer down
The wheels start to turn
My worries are gone
I have lots to learn
About the trail that I'm on
As I look around
I see my new friend
I know I am bound
To travel till the end
I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best
The train it did slow
I'm in a new place
The moonlight does glow
On my tired face
It's time for me
To try and find a bed
It's time for me
To rest my weary head
Morning is here
There's sorting to do
I'll sound sincere
With my goodbye to you
I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best
It's time to move away
I'm not satisfied
I've spent many a day
Finding a place to reside
There's a town on my mind
It's just down the track
No need to find
A way to get back
The train I will get
Sitting at the station
The future is set
I feel anticipation
I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best
poem by Liam Hughes
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Since You Are Gone
Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
and words that are the same now have a different sound
-and-
sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on
Since you are gone- since you are gone
Since you are gone the path seems steeper still
there seems to be more brambles on our hill
More birds that do not sing
more incests that do sting
Since you are gone- since you are gone
Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
-and-
Words that are the same
Now have a different sound
-and-
Sharp and clear in early dawn
There is a road I cannot travel on
Since you are gone- since you are gone
Palling winds, blow softly now, I dread
foreboding echos lament beside my bed
How soon the embers glow is lost-
how soon the darkness comes and frost
And sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on
Since you are gone-
Since you are gone
There is a road I cannot travel on
poem by Isabelle Cooper
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You Do Not Walk Alone
you do not walk alone-for the lord is always with us.
you may travel a lonely dark road, and he is always there to guide you.
when we travel a path full of hatred and fear.
' he is always near'.
when we travel the highways and the skys above
' he is there with his love'.
when you find yourself falling and stumbling to the ground.
'turn and look around'.
he is there every step of the way-guiding and showing
us the light of day.
don't ever give up on the journey you take
for your journey may be thousands of steps
till you reach that goal-it's a wonder to behold.
the journey that i speak of-although you may not see.
is the heavenly journey' to eternity'.
poem by Louis Rams
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For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.
quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
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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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I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.
quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
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For A Good Friend
To travel with a friend is to travel on a cruise ship,
For there will be laughter, music, dance and wine;
Yet you still secretly check for life jackets and rafts,
And only sleep safe when your swimming is fine.
To travel with a true friend is to travel in a wooden boat,
With just a limbless you, him, against the mighty tides;
Yet your eyes will close, knowing there can happen only two:
His hands will save you, or with you in him he would, fly...
* Dedicated to C.K.Senthil
poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar
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Opposite of Up
Don't eva 4get
iz all bout da journey!
Keen on the gestation
Seldum about da destination
Less about the arrival
More about survival
So travel wisely
Don't shun this advisery
Alwayz travel wisely
Ur future may depend on it
My movement iz da Zen
My struggle iz doin evthing again
Only better than b4, for sure... ;)
poem by Angie Bb Hart
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For Ever Friend
For ever
Friend you 'r mine
Not today, not tomorrow
Sung your glory in poetry oft
Come on!
Come on!
Your witty smile
Your sense of humor
Where is your free broad mind?
Hum on!
Hum on
As you drive
Bogies down the tavern
Smooth riding past the doubts
Travel
Travel
long on four wheels
Take a break for your sake
Making life a dream come true
Shake! !
Shake
Off will go all
Your foggy moroseness
toss away your troubles cue
Smile
Smile
Smile with me
For a change talk
Tell me, share with me please
Buddy?
Buddy
Buddy will you;
Will you forgive; friendly be?
Mistaken pride took me on ride
Come on!
For ever
Friend you 'r mine
Not today, not tomorrow
Sung your glory in poetry oft
Come on!
poem by Malini Kadir
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50 States in fifty states
The journey begins with all forms of transportation, for all speeds and conditions that will persist and exist.
You will travel as far as able with no destination but the desire to see and experience everything within a nation.
Your means are determined by the location and situation with which you find your self in and at the time of needed transportation.
Your journey begins from within the state you reside.
It is from here that you will travel north, south, east, or west in destination for nowhere, but everywhere... somewhere to rest.
You travel through Washington, in the middle of a rainstorm.
Through Oregon you journey along the beautiful but treacherous coast.
California is long and covers many moods, but in the end it is so beautiful.
Idaho, you see potatoes, and Craters Of The Moon, beautiful unless winter, which always comes too soon.
Nevada is next, the deserts are so plain, gambling keeps your mind off of the mundane.
Utah's mountains are a sight to see, tough to travel through but worth the scenery.
Arizona dries you out, unless you’re north away from the drought.
The west-coast is only the beginning, a foreshadowing of what will come in your sojourning.
You see the mountains, and the plains, you journey through forests, fields and rains.
This is only the beginning to greater feats yet pending.
You can travel on, in hopes of dreams that can be fulfilled, or rest yourself and retire at will.
You can travel on to see the hills, the plains, the swamps and the oceans reigns, or you can end your journey having seen enough to fulfill your lives dreams.
There is no problem with this route, it just ends and that is your way out.
For those that continue, come vast amounts of precious venues.
They shall see the political places, the capitols of business, the arts, music, and races. They will find the different paths it takes to make your journey a success.
They will see the many options and scenes that make up this journey we continually believe.
They will learn the ins and outs that make it tough, yet in the end they will be greater and more capable to handle the rough.
This journey takes place now, and until the end.
For this journey is
LIFE from start to end.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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The Bells Are Ringing
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (they travel great distances to the sound)
They are persuaded by the music of the bells
Theyre not responsible for anything they do
(no) the people know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound
The bells are ringing
And everyones walking
With arms extended in a trance
Forgetting their washing
Neglecting the children
Theyre dropping all businesses at hand
A voice is telling them to act a different way
They tilt their heads so they wont miss what it will say
(no) and when its so
(no) theres this to know
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound
They are persuaded by the music of the bells
Theyre not responsible for anything they do
(no) the people know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
A girl with cotton in her ears
Is shielded from the bells effect
As if by hidden signal
The people turn to face her
One thousand eyes are staring
They pull away her earplugs
The bells are pealing
And theyre revealing
The simple key to happiness
It isnt evil
It isnt good
Its only what the people miss
The bells explain what theyve been lacking all along
They were disorganized and that was what was wrong
(no) and now they know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
The bells are ringing (bringing the people round)
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
The bells are ringing (bringing the people round)
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (they travel great distances to the sound)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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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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Travel Is Not Really About Leaving Our Homes, But Leaving Our Habits
Take a trip with me, -'we' are the destination,
Do not allow this ardor's retreat, do not hesitate
To embrace this most beauteous, everlasting 'vacation';
Let the magnificent feeling inside you, to resonate
To all who see you, to all who know you, and all need know-
Show them that they too, need find their destination, and need go
Now, not at some other time, or in some other place:
'Travel is not really about leaving our homes, but leaving our habits...'**
Life is too short, so when love's beautiful melody inhabits
Our soul, we simply must travel to this place, without delay-
If you do nothing when given this choice, you shall wonder about the day
That you refused to live your dreams, because you allowed fear to steal them!
Your dreams are most certainly your own, but you should never conceal them,
For the sake of anything, especially fear, no matter what form it may take!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Spiritual Travel
The heart has a tongue so bright, so red with muscular strength
And able to converse with what is right and correct, with spiritual travel.
The conversations are bigger than stories of the most ancient,
In these simple words we reiterate the sorry tales to connect with spiritual travel.
Our tongues need untying when the character of a man performs worst,
Repent and be helped from the sin uttered altogether and checked with spiritual travel.
Our souls walk in gardens of delight after the times of goodness, of greatness,
So sorry is the man who longs for the only platform that is to detect with spiritual travel.
A new reward is given to those too high in secret knowledge, in the unseen facts,
Controlling them is then simplest, knowing them is direct, with spiritual travel.
My God is precious when you moan and deserve more from reasoning and testing some,
The men and women who are children shall grow out of moaning to disinfect, with spiritual travel.
To see the water on the journey of life is like seeing huge rivers flow into your mouth
And down the oesophagus, to collect in the stomach and then to expect with spiritual travel.
Do not now sound like a genius speaking of sounds and noises that mean words
When the sounds of the throat can mean the sweetness of prayer erect, with spiritual travel.
The praise delivered by everyone shall be increased obviously, as this means silence,
Silent beings shall triumph as they talk less with the evil spirits - say you must be incorrect! Just with spiritual travel.
The heart stopped talking when death appeared and life was snatched,
The angels of death enjoy their beating with their dialect, with spiritual travel.
poem by Naveed Akram
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trum...trum....Its a Train..! ! !
I love to travel in a train
in a bumping and humping bogie..
A long, beautiful
chugging train
with dad, mom and bro.
I love to travel in a train
that breaks into the platform,
with thundering wheels
and-
a whistle blown
I love to travel in a train
passing through
tunnels-
stretched and curved.
lights off,
howling on,
it is wonderful to be on a train..
I love to travel in a train
and roam all around the world
for ever and ever...
poem by Ananda Gopan
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