The Lonesome Journey

The Lonesome Journey

*This was one of the poems I wrote and submitted to the same competition that my short story had won, yet regretfully not my poems. I haven’t given much hand to them in a while, though I want to pick it up again soon.*

Do you seek a world apart,

A peaceful land aside

Where your wandering heart

And long-lost hopes reside?

Down the perilous path,

Past the fallow tree,

Beyond all human wraith,

In the mountain’s lee;

There lies the tranquil vale

Where I shall endure my life,

Away from this godless gale

And this woeful world of strife.

Take my hand and follow me;

Let us make our leave.

Travelers on this road are we.

That, you must conceive.

Beyond all mortal sake,

Away from needless blame;

The Journey is difficult to take

And life is just the same.

BALL BALL BALL!

BALL BALL BALL!

*To break my serious streak over the last couple of days, I thought I’d give you guys and gals a funny poem I wrote. It’s about my mom’s dog, “Helios,” his great affection with squeaker balls, and the tragedy that always befall his relationship with them.*

 

BALL BALL BALL!

So perfectly symmetrical you are.

 

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!

Oh how my person throws you far.

 

RUN RUN RUN!

All the while my tongue flying free.

 

PLOP PLOP PLOP!

Once, twice, thrice you come to me.

 

ROMP ROMP ROMP!

Oh squeaky ball, I adore.

 

SQUEAK SQUEAK PFFFF

Oh dear… the squeaker is no more.