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Refrained Persistence

The refrained persistence of the jackalope as he sneaks up on his prey
is quite obviously an allusive illusion set up by the colony of aristocratic
roaches who travel northbound at all times, no matter their geographical
location, and affects the dirt on which they all defecate quietly in an overly

neutral manner. The sadness of the situation is directed toward the masturbating
amoeba, who thinks entirely with her hands (and not her feet) , about whether
or not the weather will resist the flock of jumping beans placed strategically
to scatter the humanoids. The moral majority of pachyderms give their physical

consent to travel in numbers of herds unheard of, which creates anxiety among
bobcats and mountain goats alike, as they may wish to generate dismay within
the community of local elders. The spider eating emu then becomes ostracized
for his political beliefs and is forced to take shelter in shallowing magma.

poem by Zac Wittstruck
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Spider

Sorry
drinking dream
The larger it is
the deeper it is
I am with the dream.

How to travel
who knows
all day long
all through the night
I travel
and travel
till the sky end.

Sorry
Here I
with the bear
putting question
and the spider
answering whose
hands my vehicles gear.

Please wait
to see height
through this light.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Film Of My Love

Co-starring you
And co-starring me
Starring us both together
The film of my love
Will travel the world
Forever and ever and ever
A back lot romance
A scripted affair
The screenplay a blessing from heaven
Were gone with the wind
On the orient express
To join the magnificent seven
The film of my love
Will travel the world
And travel the whole world over
The film of my love
Will travel the world
Over and over and over
The film of my love
Will travel the world
Over and over and over
Over and over and over again
Over and over and over
A close-up of yours
A long shot of mine
Superimposed together
Ill zoom in on you
With a love that is true
In cinemascope forever
A clapper board kiss
Theres an oscar in this
A hit or a miss whatever
A box office wedding
A premier for two
Well be on location forever
When pathe recall
The thrill of it all
Theyll edit us both together
A legend a classic
An epic of love
Captured on film forever
A lasting embrace
That time cant erase
Let them censor the wind
Or the weather
The film of my love
Will conquer the world
Forever and ever and ever
The film of my love
Will travel the world
And travel the whole world over
The film of my love
Will travel the world
Over and over and over
The film of my love
Will travel the world
Over and over and over
Over and over and over again
Over and over and over
Over and over and over

song performed by by 10 Cc
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Red Dirt Cows

Inquisitive cows in a red dirt pasture with a train car
It is a special sight to enjoy even when you travel far
It seems almost like going home for I have been told
Therefore will continue to travel on this red dirt road

By looking left, looking right, and maybe southwest
Wih my digital camera ready to photograph the best
And if the creeks continue to stay within their banks
I will find more red dirt for which I will give thanks

poem by John McCornack
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Mountain Peak

We came together on the highest mountain on this earth.
As years went by we separated into rivers
from the tears this mountain cried.
We all fell into different rivers flowing though
forests, rocks, and waterfalls.
No matter what season we came across
we continued flowing.
We are rivers that started in the mountains,
and rivers that separated as we went through
many waterfalls.
Sometimes we travel together,
and other times we travel alone.
Always remember that these same rivers
that travel many miles through the earth
are once again together when it reaches its final destination
the “Ocean”
So, rivers that started up high in the mountains
and then separated are united
again as a family.

poem by Felix Lugo
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America the USA

The greatest of them all
One that will never fail
Try to give it your best
It will always be above the rest

When you go across the lands
You know you are in good hands
As you travel along the way
Everyone wants to say hello

Every mile you travel will be great
The scenery will be amazing
All the different birds will be singing
What a joy it is to be on your way

Every day has different weather
You will enjoy the great change
Everyone will agree with you today
Even if you have a long delay

poem by Charles J. Vallo
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Travel Deep Beneath What Is Believed

You've got to give yourself a chance,
To probe your own mind.
And travel deep,
Beneath beliefs!

Before you try to comprehend,
Or take the time to probe mine.
I want to keep,
My privacy unseen.

Because I am not on the surface.
Freely skating,
Or looking for escapes...
To immulate.

Since I can be...
A lot to handle!
Because I don't travel on the surface.

I can be naive,
And free of scandle.
With a tinge of innocence...
That can be thought offensive.

Since I can be...
A lot to handle!
And travel deep,
Beneath what is believed.

You've got to give yourself a chance,
To probe your own mind.
And travel deep,
Beneath beliefs!

Before you try to comprehend,
Or take the time to probe mine.
I want to keep,
My privacy unseen.

Since I can be...
A lot to handle!
And travel deep,
Beneath what is believed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One of my beliefs is that there are certain institutions within a community which stand for the spirit and heart of that community, there's the church, the local football team, the local pub and the theatre.

quote by David Soul
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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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Have You, Ever Been in Cathay ?

People today, like to travel around,
To places in big, places in small, and even,underground!
They travel by plane or by bus, by a boat or a motor-cycle,
Sometimes travel on a horse, or even a bicycle.

But how , can you travel and visit CATHAY?

For those who want to visit Cathay, it is to say CHINA today!
But in the past, the European, called it that way!
Even in Russian , it is pronounced KITAI,
So for you in privet, it doesn't matter why!

Again, I asked you, how can we travel and visit CATHAY ?

poem by Yoseph Lupu
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Travel to the place...

Travel to the place
Where mind set to peace,
No one can see,
Feel us free.

Travel to the place
Where we can breathe,
Fill our desire,
We wish; we aspire.

Travel to the place
Where we have silence,
Flower of fragrance,
And nature to admire.

Travel to the place
Where we can write,
Lines of rhyme,
At any time.

Travel to the place
Where we have enough space,
Work without race,
No tension on face.

Travel to the place
Where we can dance,
Sing at glance,
Bit of time to romance.

Travel to the place
Where we spread love,
Freedom to serve
And land to move.

Travel to the place
Where we can live,
Of joy and sprinkle its grace,
And do anything, anywhere.

poem by Divyesh J. Shah
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Clear

It rained stars last night
Over a black umbrella
They rolled across darkness
Scatter like silver marbles
Bumping quietly against the blue moon
Mysterious coinciding their downward travel
In random circles
Solitary and circumstantial fervor
Touching my horizon
Then breaking apart.
With pittance of a mixture
Pixy dust and diamond sparkle
The lapse of consciousness creates a fugitive
Escaping the compunction of life....

poem by Howard Johnson
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0109.Time To Travel Around The World Again

I want to travel to California,
Just so i can see ya.

I want to travel to Hawaii,
Just so I can be there to say HI.

I want to travel to Florida,
Just to get near ya.

I don't care where I travel too,
As long as I'll be able to hear form you.

poem by Sunset Moonshine
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How the Revolution Started

The bearded amoeba
Quietly smoked his pipe.
The servant came in
And said:
The crocodile is ready
But the president cannot make today
The apple pie.

The bearded amoeba
Quietly smoked his pipe.
Yes, the dentist is in Venice
To make the root canal,
The servant said.
The crocodile was looking
At the sky.

Then suddenly
An angry cat
Began to puff and pant.

An orchestra was playing
In a distant café.

The bearded amoeba
Quietly smoked his pipe.
It is time to start the revolution
Mao said,
Rising from a chair.

A portrait of Lenin
Began to shine
On the wall.

poem by Paul Hartal
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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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Cutting Edge

As long as my work is edited...
To ensure by those who censor,
I say nothing to offend anyone...
They may believe is totally oblivious,
To a reality that affects...
Their pretentiously kept delusions,
They will meet and decide by voting...
If my written submissions as described,
Should be considerd...
Cutting edge!

And that determines...
Who amongst them have actually,
Spent anytime outside and beyond...
Their own comfort zones.
Many do not travel too far,
To ensure an innocence represented..
Thrives to keep some minds stunted.

Even though the majority of the people,
Have long been forced to do so...
With an eviction from these zones,
For most of their lives.
And find that a censorship...
Athough at these times lived ridiculous,
Should be applied to an acceptance...
Of a decadence that is marketed successfully!

But, of course...
That is a reflection of their lives as lived,
Valued as standards they publicly deny.

Yes it is hypocritical...
However,
It is what it is!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter Where You Go

No matter where you travel
No matter where you go
My love for you will follow
Just as the rivers flow

No matter where life takes you
Be it near or be it far
Look up into the inky sky
And find the evening star

And if that star may be the first
That you will see at night
Then make a wish, as I will too
That soon we'll reunite

No matter where you travel
We'll never truly part
Because you see...I carry you
Deep within my heart

poem by Anna Malmenlid
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PARTY AT THE LEPER COLONY

Finger food and an ice cold keg
It won't cost you an arm and a leg
Dance all night to a rotten band
Come on, people, let's give 'em a hand
Saturday night it's the place to be
Everybody cut footloose with me
At the party at the leper colony
Oh, there's a party at the leper colony
Met a little lady so pretty and young
She was quite a talker till the cat got her tongue
She oozed up beside me, I turned on my charm
Well, pretty soon she was completely disarmed
I said, "Girl, now don't fall to pieces on me"
But she cried her eyes out . literally
At the party at the leper colony
Oh, there's a party at the leper colony
Hey! Hey!
Hey now, buddy, don't you give me no lip
Sorry I was using your head for a dip
There's a guy in the hot tub, I don't know who
Wait a minute, it looks like Stu
Well, hold the phone now, what do I see?
Another pretty mama got her eye on me
At the party at the leper colony
Oh, there's a party at the leper colony
There's a party at the leper colony
(Party at the leper colony)
There's a party at the leper colony
(Party at the leper colony)
Oh, there's a party at the leper colony, yeah, party at the leper colony
Well, there's a party at the lepr colony
(Party at the leper colony)
Hey!

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Webs around Ceiling Fans Sonnet #49

I almost stayed in bed today dreaming
Of times past, present day and future plans
Random thoughts floated, turned into scheming
Like spiders who spin webs ‘round ceiling fans
Travel could modify my current life
Pack light, live simply, travel cross country
Leave behind structure and usual strife
Join the gypsies, meet the local gentry
My daughter would learn rules of survival
We would have quality time together
Yet bedding and heat sure is a rival
For trekking around in nasty weather
Either decision means leaving my bed
Gingerly, I lift covers from my head

poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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The Spider

Spider, Spider, weaving web-
Fine and silky, that can’t ebb;
What immortal Hand did give,
Engineering feet to live!

Swift legs moving on fine threads:
Insect prey finally dreads;
What finesse involves your act,
Smothering preys with great tact!

Gossamer-mesh baiting prey:
Caught in surprising, a way;
Wound by silken threads, so fast,
Die insects spun, quite aghast!

Thready sensors, zig-zag laid,
Helping hunter and to aid;
Moving majestically,
Howev’r strong the wind, may be.

What a cute beast? What a frame?
What made Adam give this name?
What gentleness? What great speed?
Catching prey with deadly greed!

Victor always in pinning
Lethally prey by spinning;
What superb brain, God-given,
Watching eyes, agile-driven!