Sonnet XIV. Help In The Wilderness
Alas! We travel in the desert now,
Obscure our way, perplexed the paths we tread;
With thorns and briars the vales are overspread,
The mountains fright us with their angry brow.
But who is this that hears us in distress,
And when we fear we ne'er shall travel through,
Doth sudden burst upon our raptured view,
And goes before us in the wilderness?
The Saviour comes! We lean upon his arm,
And resting there, find strength amid our woe;
The tempests cease, that filled us with alarm,
And o'er the burning plains the fountains flow.
No more the storms assail, the thunders roll,
But angels' songs are heard, and pleasures fill the soul.
poem by Thomas Cogswell Upham
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Psalm 23 : The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He shall attend
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds, I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
poem by Joseph Addison
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The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;
His presence shall my wants supply
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He shall attend
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds, I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
poem by Joseph Addison
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Show me the Way
Show me the way that leads to the true life.
I do not care what tempests may assail me,
I shall be given courage for the strife;
I know my strength will not desert or fail me;
I know that I shall conquer in the fray:
Show me the way.
Show me the way up to a higher plane,
Where body shall be servant to the soul.
I do not care what tides of woe or pain
Across my life their angry waves may roll,
If I but reach the end I seek, some day:
Show me the way.
Show me the way, and let me bravely climb
Above vain grievings for unworthy treasures;
Above all sorrow that finds balm in time;
Above small triumphs or belittling pleasures;
Up to those heights where these things seem child's-play:
Show me the way.
Show me the way to that calm, perfect peace
Which springs from an inward consciousness of right;
To where all conflicts with the flesh shall cease,
And self shall radiate with the spirit's light.
Though hard the journey and the strife, I pray,
Show me the way.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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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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Wandering Soul
I travel the Earth and the astral plains,
I’ve lived most my life in guilt and shame,
Shame for the life bestowed on to me,
Guilt for the demons I couldn’t set free.
I saw the horse prints in the sand,
I was stuck in travel of no man’s land,
The sand was hot and the sun was high,
I had to keep going but wanted to die.
The minutes turned to deathly hours,
Shallowly Cactus’ no sign of flowers,
Every grain of sand seemed my encumber,
No sign of rain no sounds of thunder.
I travel for days in search of a vision,
My soul it carries many incisions,
Incisions of darkness, incisions of light,
I’m a tortured soul that welcomes the night.
I try to reach many but only a few will hear,
The sound of my voice or my footsteps near,
I travel in the shadows of days and nights,
I try to step over and cross into the light.
I am dreary and my energy hardly glows,
I’m what you call a lost and wandering soul,
Drifting over the hills and across the plains,
No one see’s me or knows my name.
© 2011 Wind Songs Spiritual Poetry
poem by Annalee Hopkins
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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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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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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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Bedside Manner
Standing by your bed,
I watch you read the dreams,
Dreams I’ve wished and bled.
And I wonder how you live,
Holding thought within your head.
Daring to travel roads,
Down paths I fear to tread.
Still I wait to watch you in motion,
While I can only stand by your bed.
Watching you read my dreams,
Dreams I’ve wished and bled.
And I wonder how I’ve lived,
Forever holding these thoughts within my head.
Scared to travel paths,
Roads you’ve built with stead.
How I wish to lay with you, upon that bed.
poem by David Harrison
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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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How Much Further
How much more
How much further
To find sediments of joy
tears of compassion
How long shall mine roll
Before i grasp console
So my soul too my know
I am closer than ever before
Is it as long as my mind grinds
The vacuum in my soul damns with cries
How much more must i gather
and recollect
A sea of determination
An ocean of frustration
How closer am i to the fountains of sympathy
Plains of harmony
Mountains amicable
Rivers empathic
poem by Wes Mbanje
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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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Traveler And The Road
I conversed with d road one day,
and it sang to me strange songs,,
''I am slave of none..
yet ruled by everyone..
I reside in no country..
i belong to no colour,,,
for I wear soil, rain and nature..
for I am an apparel of air..
And if you are a traveler..
I am your travel...
If you are a lover..
I am your company,,
If you are accompanied, I am your lover..
Many travel and reach destiny..
But blessed are those who travel and reach and find only me...
An Elegy To The Departed Hope (At The Death Of Arfa Karim)
Did far from our selves chesty then-
the bias fate arise,
such wings had seen no soul or men,
did thorns and barbs comprise;
disguise, disguise, disguise!
This demon bore a mournful face,
reflection of our deeds,
a question to a questioned race-
sorrow which figure breads;
proceeds, proceeds, proceeds!
While over the lands it did fly
it found no prudent bone,
until she met its wistful eye-
the brightest mind that shone;
alone, alone, alone!
A siren so his dive did sound,
while barbs did rot the air,
its restless feet a tremor pound,
and sight a restless stare;
unfair, unfair, unfair!
Their hollow faiths all men did bring-
departed prayers and spite,
all arms were just the songs to sing
no beams of holy light.
Oh fright! A fright, a fright!
Wraith now did bodiless belong,
it shot its poison thorns,
was sheltered from all feeble songs,
so swept the ample mourns;
Oh scorns! The scorns, the scorns.
The fatal thorns hit several arts-
but non did lose their class,
just one was down -the purest heart,
one of the humble lass.
Alas! Alas! Alas!
No remedy could now revive
the keenest of the spark,
a nations hope to forward strive
doused with a lasting mark.
Oh dark! So dark, so dark.
R.N.Khan, © 2012
poem by Raja Nosherwan
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Got Love For Sale
Your conditions red, you cant get to bed
Your eyes are full of tears
Youve got headache, heartache, a pain you cant take
I am who you have to fear
Your observations correct
Im someone you cant neglect
Whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
You buy the magazine, in between the lines
You see my face, you read my name
And you can have me for one price, baby
You must have heard of my fee
You know you need me, I know you want me
cause Im a living cross your heart man
Youve got to have me, cant live without me
cause Im the one and only yes I am
Ive got love for sale
And my love will not fail you
Whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no oh, whoo no, whoo no
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale), yeah
Ive got love for sale
And my love will not fail you
Whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale), yeah
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale, yeah
song performed by by Kiss
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Dreamer's Gift
The image built beyond the sleeping heart
Knows not the rhythm sung beyond the hills
A dreamer reaches out to grasp the beauty
Knowing not the absence he there fulfills
The radiant moon peers upon the lone dreamer
Its love splayed across the land of darkness
Whispers travel amongst the dancing trees
Wispy winds over the dreamer’s skin caress
The breaking morning shines upon the land
Songs of nature travel amid the warming breeze
Summer echoes its joy across the mountains
This day, this land, this moment, to seize
poem by Zoe Elsworth
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Vanity Of The Creature Sanctified
Honey though the bee prepares,
An envenomed sting he wears;
Piercing thorns a guard compose
Round the fragrant blooming rose.
Where we think to find a sweet,
Oft a painful sting we meet:
When the rose invites our eye,
We forget the thorn is nigh.
Why are thus our hopes beguiled?
Why are all our pleasures spoiled?
Why do agony and woe
From our choicest comforts grow?
Sin has been the cause of all!
'Twas not thus before the fall:
What but pain, and thorn, and sting,
From the root of sin can spring?
Now with every good we find
Vanity and grief entwined;
What we feel, or what we fear,
All our joys embitter here.
Yet, through the Redeemer's love,
These afflictions blessings prove;
He the wounding stings and thorns,
Into healing med'cines turns.
From the earth our hearts they wean,
Teach us on his arm to lean;
Urge us to a throne of grace,
Make us seek a resting place.
In the mansions of our King
Sweets abound without a sting;
Thornless there the roses blow,
And the joys unmingled flow.
poem by John Newton
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Hole In Your Soul
You feel bad, let me tell you, we all get the blues
Sometimes life is a burden, way down in your shoes
When its bad, worse, worst
(and when youre feeling so bad)
And you think youre cursed
(and youve got it sad)
Well, if theres one thing for the better that can turn you loose
Its gotta be rockn roll
To fill the hole in your soul
Theres gotta be rockn roll
To fill the hole in your soul
My friend sam is a chauffeur, annie goes to school
Jerry works at the office, sue lies by the pool
But on all weekends
(together again)
When I meet my friends
(Im gonna see them now)
And were lookin round for the action we sure play it cool
Its gotta be rockn roll
To fill the hole in your soul
Theres gotta be rockn roll
To fill the hole in your soul
Ah-haa (ah-haa, ah-haa)
You paint your world and use all colours
Ah-haa (ah-haa)
And then you find it all comes out too bright
You know its only a lie
Ah-haa (ah-haa, ah-haa)
The songs you sing are too romantic
Ah-haa (ah-haa)
And when you want the truth
They only spit in your eye
Oh yeah, theyre only telling you lies
Oh yeah, theres gotta be rockn roll
To fill the hole in your soul
You feel bad, let me tell you, we all get the blues
Sometimes life is a burden, weighed down in your shoes
When its bad, worse, worst
(you know youre feeling so bad)
And you think youre cursed
(and youve got it sad)
Well, if theres one thing for the better that can turn you loose
Its gotta be rockn roll
To fill the hole in your soul
Theres gotta be rockn roll
To fill the hole in your soul
Theres gotta be rockn roll...
To fill the hole in your soul
Theres gotta be rockn roll...
To fill the hole in your soul
Theres gotta be rockn roll...
To fill the hole in your soul
Theres gotta be rockn roll...
To fill the hole in your soul
Theres gotta be rockn roll...
To fill the hole in your soul
(fade)
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Living In The Desert Of My Dreams
Standing here on the shore of life
A coastline battered by violence and strife
Behind me churns an angry sea
Ahead lies a road unknown, as yet, by me.
And so down this road I shall travel
Its mysteries only time can unravel
But this road has no lights to guide
And I travel with no one by my side.
I have with me no burden of fears
No sadness to grip my heart with tears
No bitterness to blind my eyes
No cynicism to lead me astray with its lies.
The storm that was, has born me new
My soul washed clean, now bold and true
I forge ahead toward challenges untried
All cares and worries cast aside.
Now, amid the arid sweep of endless dunes
Beneath a midnight sky lit by twin moons
Caressed by a breeze as it renews and cleans
I'm living in the desert of my dreams.
poem by Fiona Burgess
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