Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
From the country side
To the city open wide
Carried, by wanderlust
Attitude, widely at adjust
Being on the road, the only must:
The hesitaters, can eat my dust
Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
Just follow the flow
Of the open road
Where kindred spirits
May follow your lyrics
After all, it’s infectious
The shared connection
Of wanderlust
Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
On these distant shores
Secrets, may be stored
Here, under the scorching sun,
Rest assured, you won’t get bored
Sand and sea
Reserved for only thee
You weary traveller
So, throw away your calendar
Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
Switching from land to sea
Why?
Because, there is much more to see
A boat trip
Will do the trick
No needs to any plans to stick
Just follow your instincts
This vessel won’t easily sink
Over, on the other side
The land is even greener than you think
Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
The road to unknown places
Filled with unfamiliar faces
Following the complex maces
Leaving no or minimal traces
The road paved with asphalt
The road filled with sand
Following each one to default
Always on the look out, for new land
Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
Standing at the airport
It was time for lift off
Because driven, by the wanderlust
This was the place of must
Shedding the everyday dust
Because, into the fever, I put my trust
This was neither love nor lust
I simply don’t want to stay and rust
Eagerly, awaiting my transport
Listening to my fast beating heart
My unknown journey, was about to start
Yes, this was my kind of sport!
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth
Solitary
Peaceful and silent
On this solitary island
Like a rough uncut diamond
Where blue meets blue
In the waters and skies hue
There is really not much to do
Maybe, just maybe
This is really good for you
Yes, this is my land
Here is were I stand
Just because, I can
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth
Family
Please do not stop and stare
Because, this, is a family affair
We stand here
Huddled together
Like the proverbial
Bird of the same feather
Or maybe,
There is a too tight tether
Binding us like leather?
But never mind
Just be kind
Leave us to our devices
Our familiar vices
And for them
Do not us despise
For we are
Who we are
A family
Of roses
Standing here
In our poses
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth
Painting
Flowers painted on a canvas:
Better than nature?
Possible, for longer they last?
Imitated reality
Possibly a guarantee
For the prosperity
Nature’s beauty to see
When all that you now see
Has long since passed
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth
Cloudy, With Low Chance of Rain
Sometimes,
When it shines
It may also rain
In the skies
Onto the plane
You see,
It may be,
That the gods dined
Spilled some wine
Despite the weather fine
Not out of spite
Or us to smite
But just because the bright
Of the sunlight
Hit their eyes
The hand slipped
The chalice tipped
And the damage
Was done
Instead of whining
Of the gods’ fine dining
Just stand outside
With your mouth wide
And enjoy
The nature’s nectar
Maybe,
With a piece of cheddar
In this very fine
Weather
Rantings Of A Third Kind 