"Pilgrims to a New World" (Entry 369)

They knew from the outset, they would never come back,

Although they told family and friends they would,

With stoic smiles and hearty hugs,

But they were told from the beginning,

It was a one way ticket. 

Once in a lifetime,

No. That's saying too small.

No one had ever given given this opportunity before. 

They were the blessed. 

Part of the chosen ones. The elite. 

The new youth

Ready to travel further than

Only a few pioneering souls 

Who had sacrificed themselves to make 

This trip beyond new frontiers possible. 

They stepped onto the ship,

With supplies they hoped would last 

To set up their new colony. 

They viewed the eyes of those gathered to watch them leave,

Knowing they would never see them again. 

Their One Way Ticket taking them to their New World. 

Once

Pilgrims to America. 

Onwards

Astronauts to Mars!

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"The Pilgrim's Walk" (Entry 255)

The bleeding had stopped
to leave hardened skin.
Blisters upon blisters, ten fold.
Healed from within.
The evidence of how far she'd walked.
Her food pack long depleted
to where even at this height,
life's own need, the air retreated.
Mountain springs and nature forage
her only sustenance supplied,
but as she reached the pinnacle,
tripping over craggy outcrops, she sighed
as tearing her robe on jagged stone,
she knew why she had come.
This three month pilgrimage, it was worth it.
She'd reached the Holy One.

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"Deserted" (Entry 243)

There is no sand or desert.
Mirage.
There is no tented sheik
havin' it large.
There are no camels
or dancers of belly.
But I've been deserted,
just me and the telly.

"Yarns of the High Seas" (Entry 228)

The storm rolled in the scent of ocean fog,
Ozonic tang mixed with far-off cities smog.
The smell of tall tales from squat sea mariners
of monsters and maidens and the drowned hereafter.
The whiff of adventures hoisted high on masts
returning salty emotions of sea change and laughter.
The fishy fragrance of replenished stocks that deep dwell.
Crustacean from oppressive depths who cracked a smile before their shell.

"Dare to Dance" (Entry 193)

Cherry stood by the pillar,
a perfect place to hide from prying eyes,
but where she could stare on dance floor gyrations.
Semi-naked and nude gleamed in the lasar darkness.
A shot of spot highlighting on a couple or group
in ecstatic movement.
Too swift for her to react,
a masculine hand grabbed hers pulling her forward.
Not a request to dance, but a demand.

"First Time" (Entry 110)

"There's a first time for everything!"
He yelled.
As he jumped out of the plane.
All about firsts.
The adrenaline junkie.
Trying all things dangerous
and strange
and new.
Not one to live in fear,
so everyone thought.
They were wrong.
Everything he did was because of fear.
A childhood full of scared and scarred memories.
Only way to deal -
Go for it!
Full engines, raring to go.
Cars and mountains
and treks and bikes
and rivers and oceans
and food. Any notion.
Trying everything that came his way.
Even today.
First time for everything,
as this red letter day
led him to skydive.
First time for everything
and today
was his first time to die...
and his last.