There is only one truth

By Trevor David Honour

The lifelong ramblings of a modern-day poet that reflects and views life from the other side of the looking glass. Diving into situations and emotions with a feel for the present moment, this book is designed to give you pause and reflect on how a language can paint a picture of detail and character. From the land above the artic circle to the s

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Vagabond Poet
• Release date: Apr 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088125236

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There is Only One Truth

Trevor David Honour

The Vagabond Poet

Copyright 2023 © Trevor Blank

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Watching the Pacific roll in from a Costa Rican Beach Bar

Three weeks after my 17th birthday, I threw two shirts and a pair of pants into a canvas backpack, hitchhiked 1500 miles to the west coast and made my home in the back of a deserted 1956 Oldsmobile station wagon.... that was 1964.... the journey had begun.... and it has been a journey of wits, intrigue, and adventure.

The road has always been my home. From building a house above the Arctic circle, to teaching firefighting in the British West Indies, it has been a wild ride. I have sailed the Caribbean and muddled and fumbled my way through cross country tours with some of the great musicians of our time. All through this time I have recorded the inner fire in verse and rhyme.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Reflections From the Road

Gypsy Soul

Grey Hair Blues

Badger’s Drift

Sons of Ibuprofen

Time Traveler

Charlie

First light hits the Mountain

Friendships

Going Solo

Life on a Schooner

Lonely Hollow Walls

Mother Nature in Her Majesty

Month of May

Outbound Train

Sound of a Ricochet

The Poet

You can’t fix Stupid

I Gave Up my Life for my Country

It’s not Hard to Give Up

A Schooner named Susan

My Friend Joe

Sailor’s life

Living in the Present

I was down at the Mermaid Garden Café

Sometimes

Casper’s Song

Freelance Opportunist

Mother Nature has a Plan

Phaedrus

Boys Town Anthem

(Ballad for a New Adult)

A Sailor’s Song

Once in a While

Iron Horse of Solitude

Travels

Miguel

When you Step Inside my Room

The Legend Lives on

I said Goodbye to a Daughter

Chapter 2

Political Winds

Private Carter passed away

There’s a Target on my Back

The new Russian War

Something on the Radio

The Grey Clouds of Winter

Lemon Frosting

I Don’t Care What You Say or You Think

Black Lives Matter

Chapter 3

The Poets Society

And you say the battle is over

I heard your voice in the wind today

Little Bird

Night Guard

Pour the Gold

Raven In the Storm

Renaissance Waltz

Seven Spanish Angels

Silent Passage

Star in the Black Sky Shining

The Believer

The Mary Ellen Carter

About The Author

The function of the artist is to disturb. His duty is to arouse the sleepers, to shake the complacent pillars of the world. He is the agitator, a disturber of the peace-- quick, impatient, positive, restless and disquieting. 

He is the creative spirit working in the soul of man

Norman Bethdune 

Chapter One

Reflections

From the

Road

Gypsy Soul

Painted wagons circled, near the river, by the glen

Twilight is upon us and our journey soon begins.

The old man and the trail boss, scout the border line,

The guards along the border will be gone by first light

The old man tells the trail boss, the moon is full tonight

Rises from the mountains, as the north-star drifts from sight.

I’ve always liked to travel, I’ve always liked to roam

Something about the highway, it’s now become my home

And when I’m standing next to you, in silence all alone

I can feel your own affection for the gypsy in your soul

Mother reads the tea leaves, sister does her dance

Father leaves for weeks and returns with gifts and cash

I prepare the wagon for its border crossing ride

And listen to the wisdom, of those we dwell beside

And follow in the footsteps and remember all the tales

For I am only seven, and a gypsy on the trail

We load our painted wagons, and hitch up all our teams

Like our fathers did before us, like we do inside your dreams

We move across the border, as the moon lights