Poetry Page X…

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The chase certainly has inspired some great poetry…

Here is page ix for poetry about the chase, Forrest or any other Thrill of the Chase related topic. I am hoping poets will create new poetry and place it on this page.

If you would like to peruse the  verse on the first page of poetry click HERE.

Second page is HERE

Third page is HERE

Fourth page is HERE

Fifth Page is HERE

Sixth Page is HERE

Seventh Page is HERE

Eighth Page is HERE

Ninth Page is HERE

Thanks

dal…

304 thoughts on “Poetry Page X…

  1. Focused,
    Bacatcha….

    🙂
    Copied from page 1x
    ” Dreams ”

    Believe in which your soul does hark,

    in dreams your heart is light.

    yourself and only you can start,

    and spread your wings in flight.

    make your nights of slumber rest,

    your solemn thought today.

    dreams within your only best,

    become your lighted way.

    reality is sometimes cruel,

    Live in your dreams, that give.

    My wish for you, a life that’s full,

    Friends take your time and “Live”………….

    By: Focused

    P.s.- If you read down the first word of every sentence it say’s
    ” Believe in yourself and make your dreams become reality
    Live my friends”

    Just messing around….. Have a great day and dream………..

    Until next time…. See ya my friends

    • Thanks for taking the time to copy my poem jdiggins… i hope you and your family have a prosperous new year…. be safe my friend… until next time… see ya 🙂

    • The thought has bounced around in my head a few times………wouldn’t it be crazy if the treasure were found when we were on poetry page X ?
      Well here we are, it’s a new year on the East Coast of our great country……we are on Poety Page X……….things seem to be moving and shaking in the Chase community……….
      Its going to be exciting to see what 2017 brings!!!

  2. Happy New Years to all my secret friends on this poetry page!

    (Spallies: 2017 also adds up to 37 ..back to the drawing board for you it seems)
    🙂

  3. for pdenver and Focused, both (at once)

    astride of horse, in sunny skin
    from north to south, I see akin
    soft family of solid sound,
    of honest chin and feather proud

    teenage son, computer bound
    surrendered to his dark surrounds
    awakened to his frightful ways
    I look to him with squinty eyes

    from bears beneath the song of spring
    I see a sea of bountiful
    natural in Her wordily thing,
    cathedral of its beautiful.

    it’s South Park, or that ‘Family’ guy.
    he basks in Tubes of You and I
    of CNN and PewDiePie
    a sky beyond a sky of nigh

    with sun to aft, afoot of now
    in gentle steps of hoof on ground
    meandering Her quiet way
    returning to my all around

    to all those there in Idaho surrounds,
    of countless grace and endless bounds
    whose got a horse to sell for sum,
    I’ll swap ya for my teenage son!

    🙂

      • That was great curious hobbit… I have a horse but I believe I’ll pass this time.. 🙂 maybe pdenver can help ya out…. thanks for the smile…. keep up your penning my friend, I really enjoy reading your words… Happy New Year…..

        Until next time….. see ya

      • Oh my gosh, what a way to start a new year! I love the poem, curious hobbit! Thank you! Gosh, you haven’t gotten to the part when a parent says, “I love my children dearly, but some days I’d give them away?” 🙂

      • well… don’t look at me pdenver – I don’t own a horse to trade with you at the mo – sorry ’bout that

        but if we combine all our kids, we may just have enough for three horses (one for Focused) and 20lbs of beef jerky too, i reckon

        ..maybe even some for Dal’s ‘special vintage’ moonshine too, that I promised to never menti – oh wait?!

        ( umm ..just forget that last bit)

        • I don’t own a horse either, but my son does, which he’s named “Moonshine”. His horse is a character. Maybe I can borrow his. Wait, it’s been 35 years since I’ve been on a horse. Perhaps I should grab some pennies and go to the store and practice on the children’s pony before I go back on a real one.

        • I’ll take the beef jerky curious hobbit… 🙂 and maybe some of Dal’s… never mind , I didnt hear that…lol I already have a horse , but thanks for keeping me in mind…. have a great day my friend.. see ya

        • Just read a poem by Curious Hobbit
          It was so good I think I’ll robbit.
          Usually I’m not prone to stealing
          But selling it for bucks I find appealing.

        • no worries Sparrow, I’ll just take my usual 98% cut of the profits.. thanks

          [he excitedly watches his online swiss bank account, confidently expecting the trillions to start rolling in, at any minute ..any minute now]

          [ ..still waiting, expectantly ..any time now]
          🙂

  4. May this be the year that someone finds the treasure.

    That will make it a VERY Happy New Year for that person

    TRY to STAY SAFE ALL

    Thanks go out to all of the “Penners”

    JDA

  5. ” Ancient Gift ”

    The sky is grey and gloomy, a chilly north wind blows,

    I’m starring at the mountains, white capped from the snows.

    Alone I sit in solitude, upon a Mesa top,

    Sitting on a bear hide, across a flattened rock.

    The year is 1540, I’m Navajo by birth,

    While sitting I examine, my heart for what it’s worth.

    Below the smoke it rises, from fires within our tribe,

    Blending with the gloomy sky, my gift now I must hide.

    In my hand I hold, a fetish made by me,

    Maybe in a thousand years, other eyes can see.

    My gift is for the future, it’s polished by my hands,

    I’ll leave it here beside me, here in my native lands.

    I find a sheltered crevice, I place my gift inside,

    I look up to the heavens, with my hands held high.

    In my native tongue I speak, up to the mighty spirit,

    In my heart I know, up in the clouds he hears it.

    When my gift is found, they’ll hold it in their hands,

    They will feel it’s power, right here where I stand.

    My gift will bring them solitude, they’ll feel it in their heart,

    Their life will have new meaning, while journeys they embark.

    I softly say goodbye, it’s for the future now,

    I raise up to my feet, and notice parting clouds.

    Sun rays shine between them, lighting where I stand,

    Approving rays from heaven, shine on for future man.

    In my heart I know, I’ll please a future soul,

    It’s time for me to leave now, time for me to go.

    My heart is very proud, upon this Mesa cliff,

    Just knowing in future, they’ll find my ancient gift……….

    By: Focused

    P.s.- please another heart my friends and leave your ancient gift……
    Until next time… See ya

    • Focused,
      I echo JDAs sentiments. You do leave a special mark on our hearts and souls every time you put pen to paper. It tugged at my heart. I saw it vividly in my minds eye. Especially the sun shining brightly on the snow.
      Thank you for sharing!

      • Im really glad you enjoyed my words WY Girl. And you are very welcome. Im glad you too could see the picture i was trying to paint with my words… see ya my friend

      • To be honest Hear me all, i wasnt into poetry either. Most poetry was hard for me to read and understand. Thats why I write ” simple ” poetry because I want “everyone”, no matter what age or reading levels, to see the picture and enjoy it.

        I didnt write my first poem until i joined the chase. As of now i have written well over 200 since poetry page 1.
        Its amazing what the chase inspires.
        Believe me i totally understand how it can grow on ya… im glad you liked my words. Have a great evening my friend…..

        Until next time… see ya

      • Thanks jdiggins … im glad you were there my friend… 🙂 thank you for your words scattered over the poetry pages.. we’ve been at it a while huh ? Poetry page 1 seems like forever ago.
        Thanks jdiggins for pushing me at times when we go back and forth. That inspiration pushed me to continue early on…. glad to call ya my “friend”.. have a great evening jdiggins..

        Unti next time… see ya 🙂

        • I could say the same for you, my friend. You, and others’ here have given my spirit a much needed lift many times, and have inspired me to write. I thank you, and our other pen pals for that. God bless…
          Unti next time…;-)

    • Hey Focused ! Keep unwinding them there poems .
      A gathering is you
      A gathering is here
      A gathering to read your words so dear
      A gathering of heart
      A gathering of soul
      A gathering as complete
      As a gathering bowl
      Where the treasure lies
      Where the treasure is
      Where the treasure rises
      Where the treasures hid
      YOUR IMAGINATION !

  6. I shall never tire of reding your words, and envisioning the pictures that you paint. Thanks Focused, for brightening our day. You leave a special gift for the future every time your pen leaves it mark on paper, and on our souls.

    See Ya’ JDA.

    • Thank you JDA for those kind words… im glad you could see the picture.. have a great evening my friend..

      Until next time… see ya

  7. Boots on the ground,
    Boots on the ground,
    Looking like a fool with your hat pulled down!
    How can you find the chest without boots on the ground?

    Boots on the ground,
    Boots on the ground,
    Get off your couch and go look around!
    You ain’t never gonna find it without your boots on the ground!

    (tee hee) 😉

    • Good job randawg…. thanks for the smile 🙂

      ” many treasures await, still yet to be found.

      So long see ya, im putting boots on the ground.”

      Just messing with ya randawg… i hope you find the treasures you seek… until next time..see ya

      • On a mission
        On a mission
        Don’t need none
        But got some
        Permission
        On the road
        On the road
        Headed for the heavy lode
        Loose ends
        Loose ends
        Gotta make the goose amends
        Cold cold cold
        Bold no mold
        On my way
        Next week I’d say
        Treasures new
        Treasures old!

        Check…

        • jdiggins – You be careful out there. Didn’t Forrest suggest that we “Turn off our engines until spring?” TRY to STAY SAFE JDA

          • Thank you, Focused. I was just runnin with this mornin’ s winds. 🙂

            JDA..I’m pretty chicken bout most things…which makes me cautious in stepping outside my comfort zone. In the 3 years I’ve bumbled about, I’ve learned stupid very well. 🙂

            WY girl,
            I’ll keep a look out for ol blue! 😉

    • I don’t wanna get off the Big Comfy Couch
      to find the clues that Blue left
      It’s so cold outside it could make you turn blue
      It’s nice and toasty warm inside
      but alas I must be cold
      As to where are the clues that Blue left
      I want to be warm and have a clue
      And find the clues that Blue left
      Blues clues have made me blue before
      But now I’m warm on my big comfy couch
      And searching for the clues that Blue left
      “It’s a wonderful day in the neighborhood”
      Penned by a mom

      • Its cold outside WYGirl… get your big comfy blanket and stay where your at… curious hobbit will brave the elements and search for ya…. 🙂
        He did buy some new boots…. have a great evening and thank you for your words… until next time.. see ya my friend

        • Thanks for volunteering hobbit to go out in the cold for me Focused! Although with the way I’m going it’s gonna be warm again by time I get this poem figured out enough for another BOTG. Hope your having a good evening my friend!

      • Thanks Hobbit!! But if your buying a Learjet I’ll brave the cold, get out of my big comfy blanket, off my big comfy couch and go with ya! Pick me up in TX on your way
        (Note to self: buy some Sorels ASAP! Now what did I do with that credit card??)

      • don’t worry about the credit-card WYGirl, as Sparrow has generously offered to buy all my bad poetry for trillions of dollars.

        ..so I plan to just buy all the Rockies and transport them to the Caribbean so we can take our time finding the chest, while sipping margaritas in the sun-shine.

        it’s a brilliant plan, huh? 🙂

  8. I’ll tell you a story bout a man named Fred
    A nickname I have given to Mr. Forrest Fenn
    Everyone holds onto every word he’s said
    They fuss and they fight
    Yell and holler
    Just to be the one to make the collar
    When the person finds the chest
    Much to their delight
    They dump out the booty into a bag just right
    They roll it up and stuff it into the pack
    If forrest ever seen that he would have a heart attack
    Thru the forest they run bouncing off of trees
    Cracking the masks like they had a disease
    Back to the truck all safe and sound
    The back wheel got stuck
    Behind a mound
    Well the searcher was in a hurry when they got in there
    They did not park with any care
    The moral of the story is if you dare
    Slow on down as the chest awaits you there !

  9. ” Randy’s Advice ”

    Remember a fellow searcher, Randy Bilyeu he was called,

    He Floated down the Rio Grande, his companion was his dog.

    Living out his dreams, looking for a hidden treasure,

    He’d be here today, if he took more safety measures.

    A year has passed since Randy, made his fatal choice,

    Now we need to listen, and hear his distant voice.

    Speaking to all searchers, saying think before you go,

    Searching hidden fortunes, traipsing through the snow.

    Springs around the corner, wait for it my friend,

    Don’t become a searcher, that’s missing once again.

    Indulgence will be waiting, for you to come along,

    Warming rays of sunshine, birds will sing their song.

    Yes Randy he has left us, but I know he’s very near,

    Whispering words to each of us, just listen and you’ll here.

    Be safe out there my friends, while on your golden quest,

    Always be prepared, and I’m wishing you the best.

    While chasing all your dreams, whatever you may seek,

    Just remember Randy, and a year ago this week.

    My fire is warm and cozy, I’m not going out in ice,

    I listened to you Randy, thanks for your advice…….

    By: Focused

    P.s.- I just wanted everyone to remember Randy, and the outcome of
    The choices made a year ago…. Please be safe my friends…

    Until next time….. See ya

  10. It’s winter
    winter
    wintertime in Fennland
    winter
    winter
    cold as can be
    it’s winter
    winter
    wintertime in Fennland
    winter
    winter
    bold as strong tea
    it’s winter
    winter
    wintertime in Fennland
    winter
    winter
    happy as can be
    it’s winter
    winter
    wintertime in Fennland
    winter
    winter
    seems like e-ter-nity

  11. Wanna tell you all a story ’bout a guy named Dal,
    He lives on an island and Forrest is his pal,
    Then one day he went out to get Red vines,
    And he read about a treasure in the Seattle Times,

    Gold that is, … diamonds & rubies, … Diddy bling,

    Well the first thing you know Dal headed for the hills,
    A box full of gold would help to pay the bills,
    But all that he found was a bunch of trees and grass,
    He said Bubba’s poem is really kicking my a**!

    So Dal came home and started up a blog,
    He teamed up with a guy named like a cartoon dog,
    He got so many hits it almost broke the grid,
    So I’d like to thank Dal for all the hard work that he did!

    Take your boots off, …2017 will be a great year!
    Thanks Dal!

    -Randawg.

    • Randawg…ROFL! That was hilarious! Great tune!

      FOCUSED,
      great advice! I’m trying to get bill to let me go against it…he’s having a hard time thinking single digits…California boys…geez!

      RIP RANDY.

      • Just stay home jdiggins…. spring is around the corner.. besides I need you here to pen.lol besides fenboree time is much warmer…. 🙂 even though campfires make great smores. 🙂 have a great evening my friend… until next time… see ya 🙂

        • Focused,
          I take note of your advice, but therein lies the problem…
          I tend to go when told no…
          I have issues with “authority” I s’pose…
          How bout I just go take a look see? 🙂

          Little miss muzzle
          Sat with her puzzle
          Arranging the pieces each day.
          But because of the glider
          And the poem that defied her
          She’s got to figure the play.

          🙂 🙂 🙂

          • JDig,
            That made me lol! Yep, I think you “nailed” it! I have a problem with “authority” to. I hate to be told what to do!
            I personally am gonna stay warm and safe on my comfy couch until such point that I know precisely where it is. You should join me, we could “play Chase”. But I’m sure you don’t live anywhere near here 🙁

      • Haha Sparrow! You are always funny and make me smile. Always have trouble with Capitals but that would be an easy one to remember.

        Dawg, great poem! So it’s red vines Dal likes? I like twizzlers and like Dal I’ve gained weight from them so I’ll be joining PD on the treadmill as its not worth the cold to walk outside 🙂

    • Standing and clapping for ya randawg… 🙂 that was great ! Thanks for the smile. Makes me wanna head for the hills… “Beverly” that is. 🙂 … have a great evening randawg…. see ya my friend…..

      • WY Girl, it will be something to behold! – The Universe has much to offer an inferior Earth.

        Glad you appreciated the article.

        SL

    • SL,
      That is so cool! Have to keep an eye on the north sky in 5 years time. Did you notice it was a Dr. Brown who presented the findings in Grapevine? Dr. Pepper and Grapette anyone?
      But seriously that is so amazing that they are predicting that. I wonder how close their predictions will be to reality?

    • “And then shall the sign of the son of man appear in the heavens”. Kind of amazing the new star will appear in a cross shaped constellation. 2022 huh? Wow.

  12. pdenver,

    You might not even need your telescope! (Could sure bring some added depth to the occasion, tho!)

    Hoping for another sensational and universal experience!!

    SL

  13. ” Starry Skies ”

    We are just a tiny speck, in the universe and stars,

    Our life is just a moment, in the hour glass of Mars.

    So live your life with purpose, your moment as it flys,

    And take some time to gaze, up in a nighttime sky.

    A million stars await you, and distant planets too,

    In the nighttime starry sky, shining just for you.

    But while your gazing upwards, take some time in thought,

    About your life on earth, and everything you’ve got.

    Friends you have around you, like Saturn with its ring,

    Your family shining for you, like shooting stars that fling.

    Your moment is a notepad, you hold your pen to write,

    Begin your words while looking, up in a starry night.

    You only live life once, don’t waste it passing by,

    The answers you are needing, are in the nighttime sky.

    The hourglass of Mars, will one day lose its sands,

    Your moment will be over, you’ll leave this earthly land.

    There’s more awaiting for you, beyond the distant stars,

    And there will be no hourglass, in your universe afar.

    So grab your pen and write my friends, give an honest try,

    So when your moment passes, we’ll meet in starry skies….

    By: Focused

    P.s.- you only live life once my friends….. ” BE HAPPY ”

    Until next time…. See ya

  14. Yesterday , yesterday ,yesterday , tomorrow
    Easter day , Easter day, Easter day ends sorrow
    We rise up from the dust
    When we are remembered for our trust
    Therefor we must
    Have a misty day , misty day , misty day for you .

  15. A gloomy day is just another day
    A happy day is to
    For all days have an end
    In rest for all to amend
    The body amends it’s flesh
    And the soul amends it true
    And harmony is a balancing game of the two
    The flesh is not evil
    The soul may be so misconstrued
    As the soul can be healed like the flesh
    When goodness comes to all to sooth

  16. well.. I saw a funny photo on SB111 this morning. so much so that I had to halt a powerful snort, resulting in large volumes of coffee unceremoniously dispelling themselves from both my nasal cavities, at once
    ..Iguazu Falls style even

    the mysterious pirate at blame:
    http://lummifilm.com/images/DalWreck.jpg

    now.. the first ‘obvious’ question that sprung to my recently caffeine-injected mind was: how much bribery [beer] monies would this [strictly un-named] pirate have paid, to convince his mates to turnabout and pluck him [the highly un-named pirate] from his precarious perch? …LOTS!!, I’m guessing.

    btw, I’ve already adamantly decided that there’s no way I’ll ever divulge the identity of said [hugely anonymous] scoundrel ..so just forget about even asking!!

    ( …pssst Dal, did it cost you lots in beer money? …Dal, did it? …Dal??)

    🙂

    • oh, wait a minute! …ummmm…..

      (pdenver, I suspect we may need those horses sooner, rather than later …just a strong hunch)

      (have you been practising lots on those supermarket horses?
      – don’t worry tho, I’m sure you’ll be just fine)

        • If you go to Walmart toy section you could practice on the My Little Ponies before going out front and taking on them biggins .

          • So many decisions to choose from! I could be there all day! Wait! I see Rainbow Brite! Perfect! 🙂

          • I found a little pony,
            sitting on a shelf.
            I chose it for its shyness;
            so much like myself.

            She taught me of her gentle ways,
            and how to communicate.
            With a gentle tug on the reigns,
            we did a figure eight.

            It was time for the bigger pony.
            A penny in my hand.
            Slipped it into the slot.
            We were riding across the land.

            The pony became a stallion.
            Our manes whipping in the breeze.
            Heading for the setting sun.
            Our senses it did please.

            My friends, I did accomplish,
            what I set out to do.
            Imagination’s the greatest.
            Hope you’ll find it, too.

          • Very, very nice pd

            Imagination is the key to finding happiness, and many other things as well. JDA

          • Thank you for your kind words, Ya-Sha-Wa. I greatly appreciate it. I just read your poem and I believe I may be learning from you.

          • Thank you for your kind words, JDA. I greatly appreciate it. Imagination is a beautiful thing.

  17. Up in the mountains
    We go “Yodel -A -E -OO , Yodel -A -E -OO”
    I just made not one double omega but 2
    So how do these work ?
    What do we do ?
    Yodel -A -E -OO , Yodel -A -E -OO
    Can we use them ?
    Can we choose ?
    Yodel -A -E -OO , Yodel -A -E -OO
    Up on the mountain
    And down in the canyon
    Yodel -A -E -OO , Yodel -A -E -OO
    I don’t know how to end this so I’m gonna take a break and eat some
    Yodels Ah Eh OO MMMMMMMMM

  18. pdenver,

    A poetic heart shares with us the most beautiful and genuine of memories.

    Once again…….thank you, my friend.

    SL

    • Gosh, your words produces such beauty. I would love to see you pen, my friend. Thank you for your kind words. I greatly appreciate it.

  19. Thanks cirious hobbit and Ya-Sha-Wa for the smile….and you too pdenver, sounds like your about ready for a real horse… practice makes perfect my friend….. the last time I got bucked off I hit my head on the red box machine… so be careful… 🙂 see ya my friends…

  20. “But Charlie, don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted… He lived happily ever after.”

    – Willy Wonka

  21. “Quarter” Horse

    My mind it has been crashing, a poem left for us,

    Now I have my solve, so I’ll jump a greyhound bus.

    I feel I’m getting close now, I’m starting to prepare,

    A rental car reserved, to get me here and there.

    I have my trusty hat, stained from sweat and salt,

    I’ll wear it on my journey, to where warm waters halt.

    Canyon down no problem, it’s getting back that worries me,

    With a load so heavy, and with my weakened knees.

    But I’ll not count my chickens, at least before their hatched,

    One by one supplies, from my list I scratched.

    I must find a topo map, that shows me water high,

    I guess I’ll go to Walmart, deep breath and then I sigh.

    My supplies are now gathered, just one more thing to buy,

    That topo map at Walmart, I guess I’ll go and try.

    I drive down to our Walmart, it’s just to far to walk,

    I notice as I park, to the doors the people flock.

    I grit my teeth and hang my head, walking towards the doors,

    Quickly in and out , a map and nothing more.

    As I reach the doorway, the doors the open wide,

    I raise my head to look, as I stepped inside.

    I know you won’t believe me, but I will not tell a lie,

    That is when I seen it, something caught my eye.

    Kids were gathered round, and some began to cheer,

    Pdenver’s on the “Quarter”horse, with a grin from ear to ear…

    By: Focused

    P.s.- hang on pdenver……. See ya my friend

  22. WAIT! pdenver, save your quarters!
    There’s a faster horse in front of BORDERS!

    I was out in front one day,
    Sipping soda, minding my way,
    When I heard the big roar
    From SILVER now hitched to the floor!
    The children were grinning
    From ear to ear,
    As SILVER, from the beginning,
    Made it so clear.
    He wasn’t just ANY Quarter Horse,
    He was SILVER! OF COURSE, OF COURSE!
    Feed his bank and you will see,
    His ride is filled with yippity!
    But I missed my chance,
    I’m sad to say,
    I ripped my pants
    As i climbed aboard,
    Hi HO, SILVER,
    I’ll ride another day…

    Pdenver, take it away….
    🙂

  23. ” Camera Shy ”

    Somebody told me, that Fennboree was near,

    I’d sure like to make it, out there this year.

    But I have a problem, and it’s plain to see,

    That I don’t like the pictures, taken of me.

    I’m a little bit shy, in front of a lens,

    But it sure would be nice, to meet all my friends.

    Desertphile said, he’s bringing the wood,

    Me I’m debating, whether I should.

    The campfire will burn, and stories will fly,

    With everyone toasting, glasses held high.

    There may be a visit, from you know who,

    Torn with myself, now what should I do ?

    I know that the cameras, around there will swarm,

    Flashing like lightning, amidst a great storm.

    I guess I could go, and stay in my tent,

    So when I get home, I could say that I went.

    Decisions, decisions, I one day must make,

    For now I’ll just think, and take me a break.

    I hear fenboree, is a heck of a blast,

    But it’s three days for me, just dodging the flash………

    By: Focused

  24. Pirates: Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
    Yo ho heave ho
    There are men whose hearts are as black as coal
    Yo ho heave ho
    Inkspots: And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue
    A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew
    Alligator: It’s as dark a tale as was ever told
    Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold
    Pirates: Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
    Yo ho heave ho
    There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
    Yo ho heave ho
    Possums: And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum
    Monkey: The devil himself would have to call them scum
    Crabs: Every man aboard would have killed his mate
    For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight
    Alligator: A piece of eight
    Octopus: A piece of eight
    Mosquitos: Five, six, seven, eight
    Stone Faces: Hulla wacka ulla wacka something not right
    Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight
    Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor man beware
    Crabs: When there’s money in de ground dere’s murder in de air
    Totems: Murder in de air
    Stone Faces: One more time now
    Pirates: Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
    Yo ho heave ho
    There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
    Yo ho heave ho
    Snakes: When the mainsail’s set and the anchor’s weighed
    There’s no turning back from any course that’s laid
    Skulls: And when greed and villainy sail the sea
    You can bet your boots there’ll be treachery
    Pirates: Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
    Dead mean tell no tales

    Written By Hans Zimmer
    Performed by The Muppets

    Had a nice hook to it I thought. Dang last stanza 😉

    • Thanks for sharing that jonsey1… i enjoyed reading it…

      ” Greed it is a powerful thing,
      Pirates will kill for treasures with bling”

      Just messing with ya jonsey1.. have a good night.. see ya my friend 🙂

      • Haha. I was thinking more like your effort will be worth the cold aka your vigerous action will equalize the cold = shiver

        And in the wood = me timbers.

        Yo heave ho, ya know?

        Randomly heard the phrase in the Muppets movie and thought it was kinda catchy.
        Guess I’m just weird.

    • LOVED ya poem Jonesy! ..apart from the ‘alligator’ bit.

      but who’re those ‘Muppet’ guys?
      ( ..never even heard of ’em – no honestly!)
      🙂

        • I’m gonna give a crack at a pirate poem.

          It’s a pirates life for me
          Shiver me timbers I’m out to sea
          Burying treasure
          Traveling free
          While burying treasure I came upon a chest
          Only to find out it was hidden by forrest fenn the best
          I have heard of him this man named best
          I have heard he had set up a public quest
          Could not understand for the life of me
          Why would anyone hide something they was willing to give for free
          Was this some proof the best was true ?
          Was this a sign I thought like him to ?
          If I had found this chest hidden by the best
          I guess my pirate days can be put to rest
          Shiver me timbers it was worth the cold
          As there was many locations to check before I found the gold

  25. Nice one Jonesy! I started with a smile and finished with a grin. Any low down, two bits treasure hunter has gotta love this black hearted, high seas pirate spin. I’m back with a BANG! (Canon) – Poor attempt at humour.

  26. The inspiration for this poem came from scrapbook 164. When I look at that piece of driftwood this is what I see. I hope you like it…. Have a great day my friends
    Until next time…. See ya

    ” Life’s Driftwood ”

    Life’s a piece of driftwood, once stood on distant shores,

    A monument in time, lives on for evermore.

    When oh fate befalls, upon the mighty tree,

    Storms of life will ravage, limbs fall in the sea.

    Carried to the vastness, alone to drift about,

    Molded by the waters, adrift with no way out.

    To rest upon a distant shore, a lonely sandy beach,

    Though Wet and water logged, each one is unique.

    For each of us are different, molded by our life,

    While drifting on life’s ocean, as time it passes by.

    When you reach your shoreline, all wet and faded out,

    Thank oh God above, for letting you drift about…..

    By: Focused

  27. If each second in a life
    We’re assigned a letter
    I wonder,
    What would it spell?
    What stories,
    What secrets would it,
    Could it tell?
    What if a yes had been
    A no?
    What if we held tight?
    Or if we let go.
    Imagine, if you might
    For it could be a fright,
    What if things were
    Just right?
    Why in the scope,
    OF life, love, shame
    And hope,
    Why do we hang our very own rope?
    If this, if that, or why not,
    If only
    We could take tally
    And rally our own lot,
    Maybe, perhaps, and if only
    We note each second fast.
    We worry least the past.
    Least then lonely,
    We move forward at last.

  28. ” Miracle In The Desert ”

    I ride within the desert south, careless on the wind,

    Sun is setting, evening falls, enchantment as my friend.

    I lay my tiresome soul, recharging as I rest,

    Evil lurked around me, in fear I grab my chest.

    The evil it has found me, there in the desert sand,

    The air around me thickens, I was a dying man.

    In pain I start my battle, beneath a desert moon,

    Death was getting closer, my time was very soon.

    My Friends and family watched, helpless in their stance,

    Me I fought my battle, with a very little chance.

    When some help arrived, medics sent from God,

    With a grunt they lift me, up from that desert sod.

    My memory fades away, beneath that desert sky,

    They take me to some Angels, on wings with them I fly.

    Wires and hoses abound me, not knowing how I lay,

    Doc he tells my family, he gives me one more day.

    That is when it happened, God placed his loving hand,

    And helped me fight my battle, there in that arid land.

    When I awoke from stillness, family looked upon,

    A miracle in the desert, they thought that I had gone.

    The desert sun is rising, I start my life anew,

    Gods helping hand was with me, he’s also there for you.

    My days a very special, for me the sun shines bright,

    Because of one great miracle, on a moonlit desert night…..

    By: Focused

    P.s.- this is a true story that happened to me (my heart attack)and I felt like I needed to pen about it.I just wanted to tell everyone that miracles do happen. So If your fighting your battle or know someone who is, keep faith and stay strong, the next miracle may be yours…….. Until next time…. See ya

    • Wow! What a poem, my friend! I’m so glad you made it through that fright. Is this what happened to you a few short months ago, if you don’t mind me asking.

      • Pdenver, i had some issues a few months ago but my heart attack was in april 2013. I flat lined 3 times during that ordeal. I was on a motorcycle trip visiting south new mexico near las cruces…. it was a true miracle in the desert. The doc there gave me only hours to live.. ( proved him wrong huh ). 🙂
        Im glad you liked my words pdenver.. see ya my friend

          • I believe you are right SL … the medical odds were very much stacked against me. Even the doc was amazed and said he couldntvexplain it… he looked me in the eye and said ” you should have a toe tag on”… a true miracle for sure… have a great day SL…

            ” live your life as if there’s no tomorrow”

            Until next time…. see ya my friend…

          • Focused I can’t imagine the chase without you and all of your beautiful words…. I hope to meet you someday in person… Yes, ” live your life as if there’s no tomorrow”
            “Farm as if you will live forever” 🙂

      • Thanks zenden, on that trip we planned on going to cali and riding up hwy 1 along the coast then back through reno.. i kinda screwed that up…lol maybe this year i’ll do it … lifes to short to sit around.. 🙂 have a good night zenden … see ya my friend

      • You got that right 23Kachinas.. 🙂 each day is a treasure… we’re never promised tomorrow… as far as the bullet… it knocked me down, but i got up.. 🙂
        See ya my friend

      • Thanks JDA, I guess i survived for a reason… ” to find that darn chest” lol 🙂 I may die trying but hey…. thats the thrill of the chase…. have a good night JDA… until next time… see ya

    • Wow Focused! So glad you are still around! I can’t tell you how much joy your words have brought me. Sometimes it’s easy to think we have all the time in the world, thanks for the reminder that each day is precious and not to be wasted.
      Now make sure you are taking care of yourself! We all enjoy having you around here on HoD and want it to stay that way. Besides you gotta finish that book of poetry! I’m still waiting for my advance copy……….

      • Thank you for those kind words WY Girl. And as far as a book.. hummmm. We’ll see 🙂
        Have a great day my friend…. take care… see ya

      • Thank you Jdiggins for your kind words. You are too my friend…. live today like there’s no tomorrow :-)…. until next time… see ya

    • Sorry it took so long for me to find this, Focused.
      Another great poem!
      In 2008 I had quadruple bypass surgery. I can feel your words and identify with some of your experience.

      I believe in miracles!

      • I’m glad your doing well too speciallklr ….. I can understand how you could relate to my words…. take care of yourself specialklr… until next time….. see ya

  29. Trying again…I wrote this tonight and although not specifically about the chase, was inspired by SB 164…

    Perspective of Persephone

    Of all the places where I might wish to be;
    It might be the sylvan fields of gentle Persephone
    Alone, I’d bend to bowers in pearly seas of green
    and dream the dreams of things yet unseen—

    The forest hides the elysian blue of moonlit pool
    Where blind Narcissus stares like a frozen fool
    Walking on tips of toes, I tread silently, so quietly, by,
    And pause—just slightly—as I imagine his sigh.

    A rumbling, of thunder, or perhaps Etna’s distant fury
    But nothing in this vale has yet made my heart worry
    So Iowering my eyes once again to the flowers,
    I smile as I anticipate the life-bringing showers.

    Soon the rumbling is covered by Pan’s whimsical flute;
    I laugh in delight as I hear Apollo’s lyre refute—
    Who is sitting as judge in their contest of skill?
    Midas again, or has his new ears had their fill?

    Or will Aura dance in with her teasing light breeze?
    To playfully arouse, she’s so eager to please—
    But is it her wrath I hear, growing ever more near?
    Her warring with Artemis was surely something to fear.

    The corner of my eye catches the sun dip in cloud
    As if it were desperately seeking the safety of shroud
    The hairs on my arms prickle at some unheard sound;
    I freeze, listen, and ready the edge of my gown.

    My feet begin to tremble on the rattling ground,
    And even the stout trees seem to shrink down—
    As I look all around and try to find the source of the din
    I shake my head, no— it cannot be. It comes from within.

    Then, the black moment, when the black coursers appear;
    With the promise to steal everything I ever held dear;
    And the charioteer, just a glimpse, and I know—
    That he hails from death, from the earth deep below.

    Suddenly beneath me the ground I’ve loved crumbles,
    And his triumphant shout is almost drowned in the rumbles—
    I stumble—and within a hair’s breath of time;
    His strong vise of a hand entirely closes around mine.

    The scent of the marsh hangs strong in the air
    And I’m afraid I shall wither if my eyes chance to dare
    At the powerful presence urging his frothing dark stallions
    Their eyes are terrible, crimson-flaming medallions.

    The landscape swims, my vision dims, as I struggle to breathe,
    Hades’ grip tightens as I remember to scream.
    I turn, reach back and catch a tear-wrenching sight—
    My mother, Demeter, her face a pallid mask of pure fright.

    “Mother!” I cry, stretching, reaching as far back as I can—
    Tears flowing freely, a bitter sea that sickens my land—
    Desperate Demeter begins chase with an agonized roar—
    And suddenly…a jarring descent— I see her no more.

    The wispy, whispering sky of my Elysian youth disappears;
    And I feel I’ve aged an aching ten thousand years—
    The charioteer’s rugged visage then appears for my eyes;
    And I try, but fail, to hide my surprise—

    My captor’s Aegean eyes speak strength in their mercy;
    I stand frozen, bewitched as if enthralled by Circe—
    But no moly-laden draught had I consumed in this place
    And never could I, if I hoped to escape this damp space.

    For many a day, I resolved to speak not a word,
    Trying to ignore the gentle ministrations of Hades I heard—
    Finally failing to stifle the passion pulling me apart;
    I resolved to bravely surrender my heart.

    And so began a friendship, a royal romance of the ages
    But often wondered what would result from Mother’s rages—
    I knew she would eternally search, forever a martyr,
    And would punish the world—especially Zeus, my father.

    My visions were realized when heartbroken Hades, one day,
    Relented to Zeus, and said he had to send me away—
    I could return to the world above—green grass and bright sun—
    But why did I feel no victory was won?

    Before I ventured to reunite with my overjoyed mother,
    Hades offered me one last gift like no other—
    Four tiny Pomegranate seeds, not enough for a meal,
    And would not violate the underworld’s no eating deal.

    So, I took the seeds, slipped them under my tongue
    And immediately realized the grave mistake I had done—
    My youthful heart slowed, my lungs stuttered in breath,
    Then an eternal pause between life and my death.

    The agony of betrayal flared white hot as hell’s fire
    But was a flicker of flame compared to Mother’s ire—
    She withered the crops until nearly all mortal men died;
    Ignoring their pleas, and turning away as they cried.

    Tormented with the guilt of his deadly mistake
    Hades pleaded on behalf of Man’s sake—
    And agreed to lift the stifling veil of my doom,
    Allowing me to return home at time of Spring’s bloom.

    And so the seasons were born with that fateful scene—
    Winters I’d spend as the underworld’s dread queen,
    Returning in Spring with an endeavor to nourish;
    My presence beckoning the grass and grain to flourish.

    So passed I from blissful youth to wise goddess,
    Aware of mortality when winter heart stilled my bodice,
    The pages of time will ever remember my history,
    As the day Hades abducted gentle Persephone.

  30. Last try…lol

    Perspective of Persephone

    Of all the places where I might wish to be;
    It might be the sylvan fields of gentle Persephone
    Alone, I’d bend to bowers in pearly seas of green
    and dream the dreams of things yet unseen—

    The forest hides the elysian blue of moonlit pool
    Where blind Narcissus stares like a frozen fool
    Walking on tips of toes, I tread silently, so quietly, by,
    And pause—just slightly—as I imagine his sigh.

    A rumbling, of thunder, or perhaps Etna’s distant fury
    But nothing in this vale has yet made my heart worry
    So Iowering my eyes once again to the flowers,
    I smile as I anticipate the life-bringing showers.

    Soon the rumbling is covered by Pan’s whimsical flute;
    I laugh in delight as I hear Apollo’s lyre refute—
    Who is sitting as judge in their contest of skill?
    Midas again, or has his new ears had their fill?

    Or will Aura dance in with her teasing light breeze?
    To playfully arouse, she’s so eager to please—
    But is it her wrath I hear, growing ever more near?
    Her warring with Artemis was surely something to fear.

    The corner of my eye catches the sun dip in cloud
    As if it were desperately seeking the safety of shroud
    The hairs on my arms prickle at some unheard sound;
    I freeze, listen, and ready the edge of my gown.

    My feet begin to tremble on the rattling ground,
    And even the stout trees seem to shrink down—
    As I look all around and try to find the source of the din
    I shake my head, no— it cannot be. It comes from within.

    Then, the black moment, when the black coursers appear;
    With the promise to steal everything I ever held dear;
    And the charioteer, just a glimpse, and I know—
    That he hails from death, from the earth deep below.

    Suddenly beneath me the ground I’ve loved crumbles,
    And his triumphant shout is almost drowned in the rumbles—
    I stumble—and within a hair’s breath of time;
    His strong vise of a hand entirely closes around mine.

    The scent of the marsh hangs strong in the air
    And I’m afraid I shall wither if my eyes chance to dare
    At the powerful presence urging his frothing dark stallions
    Their eyes are terrible, crimson-flaming medallions.

    The landscape swims, my vision dims, as I struggle to breathe,
    Hades’ grip tightens as I remember to scream.
    I turn, reach back and catch a tear-wrenching sight—
    My mother, Demeter, her face a pallid mask of pure fright.

    “Mother!” I cry, stretching, reaching as far back as I can—
    Tears flowing freely, a bitter sea that sickens my land—
    Desperate Demeter begins chase with an agonized roar—
    And suddenly…a jarring descent— I see her no more.

    The wispy, whispering sky of my Elysian youth disappears;
    And I feel I’ve aged an aching ten thousand years—
    The charioteer’s rugged visage then appears for my eyes;
    And I try, but fail, to hide my surprise—

    My captor’s Aegean eyes speak strength in their mercy;
    I stand frozen, bewitched as if enthralled by Circe—
    But no moly-laden draught had I consumed in this place
    And never could I, if I hoped to escape this damp space.

    For many a day, I resolved to speak not a word,
    Trying to ignore the gentle ministrations of Hades I heard—
    Finally failing to stifle the passion pulling me apart;
    I resolved to bravely surrender my heart.

    And so began a friendship, a royal romance of the ages
    But often wondered what would result from Mother’s rages—
    I knew she would eternally search, forever a martyr,
    And would punish the world—especially Zeus, my father.

    My visions were realized when heartbroken Hades, one day,
    Relented to Zeus, and said he had to send me away—
    I could return to the world above—green grass and bright sun—
    But why did I feel no victory was won?

    Before I ventured to reunite with my overjoyed mother,
    Hades offered me one last gift like no other—
    Four tiny Pomegranate seeds, not enough for a meal,
    And would not violate the underworld’s no eating deal.

    So, I took the seeds, slipped them under my tongue
    And immediately realized the grave mistake I had done—
    My youthful heart slowed, my lungs stuttered in breath,
    Then an eternal pause between life and my death.

    The agony of betrayal flared white hot as hell’s fire
    But was a flicker of flame compared to Mother’s ire—
    She withered the crops until nearly all mortal men died;
    Ignoring their pleas, and turning away as they cried.

    Tormented with the guilt of his deadly mistake
    Hades pleaded on behalf of Man’s sake—
    And agreed to lift the stifling veil of my doom,
    Allowing me to return home at time of Spring’s bloom.

    And so the seasons were born with that fateful scene—
    Winters I’d spend as the underworld’s dread queen,
    Returning in Spring with an endeavor to nourish;
    My presence beckoning the grass and grain to flourish.

    So passed I from blissful youth to wise goddess,
    Aware of mortality when winter heart stilled my bodice,
    The pages of time will ever remember my history,
    As the day Hades abducted gentle Persephone.

  31. I read this poem and thought it was really nice:

    Written Pages
    by Melissa Couch

    Your story is written day by day.
    It is written with things that you do and say.

    Daily you start with a page that is blank.
    The emptiness fills throughout the day.

    By nightfall your page is complete, and it turns
    to a blank one again just waiting for words.

    These pages you fill, and the chapters go by
    with memories of good times and reasons to cry.

    Some chapters you wish you could rip up and shred.
    Some things you regret you have said.

    There are chapters of wonderful times that you knew,
    things to praise God for, the blessings that grew.

    Suddenly without notice, these pages are none.
    Not by your choice, because His will be done.

    Then you will take this book up to the sky,
    to hand over to God of your life that went by.

    This book should be special; it’s all about you.
    It is written by all that you say and you do.

    • PD,
      I think I want to copy that one down and read it periodically to remind myself to not just float through life not noticing but to be aware of how I’m spending my days and really LIVE!
      I want to live an adventure story that would make a great read! Thanks for sharing that!

    • Thanks pdenver for the poem…. i liked it… it also reminded me of a poem i wrote way back in the poetry pages called ” Blank Slate “…. i’ll try to repost it for those who havent read it…. thanks again pdenver….. have a great day my friend…. until next time… see ya 🙂

    • Pdenver and Focused,
      Such brilliant minds think alike! Beautiful! Very inspiring… 🙂

      I’m going to post this here in case I get stalled out…

      Gorgeous!

      I see the whitest of white
      The most vivid hues
      A winter palette
      Reds, greens, such velvety blues.

      Massive racks and lots of doe,
      Heavy loads of powder snow.
      I smell crisp, clean air,
      The whiff of sage afloat, oft there.

      It’s quite and peaceful,
      The sun smiles too.
      The chill of the mantle,
      And frostbitten  slough,

      I can’t recall another day,
      Seeing this place in such a way.
      And, it will always be,
      A truly treasured, memory.

      Ps: the only nut there was me. 😉

      • Hello Jdiggins. Very nice poem. I, too, enjoyed such beauty yesterday, although, the animals my family and I saw were coyotes. As far as brilliant minds thinking alike, the poem I posted came from a different poet and cannot take credit for such work.

          • Hey JDiggins forgot to tell you that during our last cold snap up here in the PNW I used your hat you gave me to keep me warm… I am hopping to make it to Fennboree this year to give it back to you but not sure yet if I can make it… let me know if you are coming and I will try extra hard to be there…

          • Heck spallies, be it far from me to miss the family reunion, one that wouldn’t be the same without you! 🙂

        • Thank you focused.
          Even the lot at Walmart was piled high, let alone shopping gucci…here’s to future memories…
          Until next time me amigo milagro…
          🙂

  32. ” Blank Slate ”

    I came into this world so frail , blank slate in which to write ,

    Loved ones wrote the first few words , with caring chalk of white.

    Words were small and simple , my mind was very young ,

    From that moment forward , my eager mind begun.

    Beside my growing mind of slate , an eraser you would find,

    To remove unwanted words of grey , not needed in my mind.

    Decade past  , my slate has grown , my mind is taking shape,

    Nourished by the ones who care , still writing on my slate.

    Word by word , my list grew long , with each passing year ,

    Speaking words of wisdom , to those who want to hear.

     Many many years have passed , my hair is turning grey ,

    On my slate , a million words , since that fragile day.

    Now sitting in a waiting room , for my grandchild , I do wait.

    To come into this world so frail , and with an empty slate.

    Simple words I’ve chosen , and with my chalk in hand,

    To write upon an empty slate , that’s tender and so grand.

    time has come , to write my words , first words to start anew,

    Gently with my chalk of white ,  I write , ” I Love You “.

    Beside my growing grandchild , I’ll walk through out the years,

    Oh the stories I will tell , to fill those tender ears.

    We all have words of wisdom , written on our slate of time,

    Take moment, choose some words , and pass them down the line.

    Help a growing , slate of words , begin a brand new start ,

    If you do this , trust in me , you’ll feel it in your heart…………..

    By: Focused

  33. It takes imagination to serve any number of needs you cannot yet see in every person you meet. I wonder if that is why Forrest created the Chase?

  34. The notes of the wind blazing through my ears
    With eyes wide shut, no tears, no fears.

    a vast silence in treble that speaks with tone
    vivid imagination, and infinite space to roam.

    Quiet! don’t tell me, you will ruin it all.
    Let me hear peace, let me listen to the fall

    from the subtle drops from the roaring waves
    to the heroic noise echoing inside the hollow caves

    thoughts go unheard, and whispers made in to shadows
    only the wind is the sound, swaying through the meadow.

    A sound of a soaring sparrow moves the dream much more
    as much as the mishandled nectar falling to her floor.

    a calm breeze, and a gentle push of hair from her shoulder
    she is music, she is life, but she is colder.

    The beat gets slower, and a rush is nowhere found
    the storm gets lower to the ground

    a break in time what all that it took
    and the moment seized, with an open look

    applaud the little breeze for what it gave
    the sound of her voice from what it made.

    • Great job hammertime…. keep up your penning my friend… I liked that.

      ” while listening to the breeze as it flows,

      Voices you’ll hear from life long ago”

      Just messing with ya hammertime, have a great day… until next time… see ya

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