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The Autobiography of a Tramp Tramping #Freedom, #NationalPoetryDay


A life on the road

With no humble abode

The freedom to go

Wherever one wants.
Under the sky

With clouds scudding by

At the mercy of the elements, you go;

Often drenched

From 

H to O.
But a freedom it is

And you grasp with both hands

The life that you live

On the road.

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A Poem About ‘Freedom’ for #NationalPoetryDay #Freedom


FoR EvEr DOoMed

To walk alone

To say a word

To use a phone
To drive a car

Wed as you like

To be bizarre

And leave your bike
FoR EvEr DOoMed

To be

For all

Not just me.

“Freedom For Tooting!” (2 Poems and 2 Haiku)

Freedom is…
Freedom is…
A place where we all should live
Where we can compliments give
And where the peoples of the world can thrive.

Freedom is… 
Being able to say
And do… and be…
And not be criticised
By those who have a differing view.
My Freedom
I live in a cage

Fly into a rage

When I cannot escape.
I bang on the bars

And add to my scars

There is no escape.
I cry in the night

With no hope in sight 

All I want is a chance 

to escape ‘my’ freedom


Two freedom Haikus


1.


Held captive in chain; 

Let loose the sad Unicorn, 
To live once again.

2. 
“Unlock the shackles;

Open up the prison door…

Let my people go.”

Freedom (effort 3)


Freedom for Wales;

Freedom for quails;

Freedom for heads,

And also for tails;

Freedom for buckets

And Freedom for pales.
Freedom for rabbits

To want to be hares;

Freedom to turn up unannounced

And catch the Pope unawares;

Freedom to tea-tray

When travelling downstairs.

‘Freedom for Tooting!’

Said ‘Wolfie’ anon;

Now, Tooting has freedom

It’s slavedom has gone.
So, Freedom for one

And Freedom for all

Freedom to be what you want in Nepal;

Freedom for France,

Freedom for Rome,

Freedom to live in the safety of Home.
Freedom to be free

Freedom to live

Freedom to forget

And Freedom to forgive.

Rest-A-While

Trelissick, Cornwall 18-05-2015

Trelissick, Cornwall 18-05-2015

We walk along in Summer sun
The paths we tread are free to all
To exercise the pups and us
We run and twist, we turn in fun
We keep the track, they return to call…
Often.
We miss the city’s hustle, bustle, fuss
Not one bit;

We shall heed freedom’s thrall;
Unwind the tensioned inner truss;
Revealing a peace we ‘now’ recall.