Poetry Page X…

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This page of poetry is now closed to comments. If you’d like to add something to the Poetry section please visit the newest Poetry page.

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…

594 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 🙂

      • Thank you, focused, for writing them. I thought it well we start 2017 with a little focus (ed).;-)

    • 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. Yes, WYG Wow poetry page X… X = 10… 2017 adds up to 10 as well hmmm…. Happy New Year everyone!!!! 🙂

  3. 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)
    🙂

    • ..I dunno wat sorta school you attended Spallies, but where I come from 3+7= ..oh, wait a minute

      (well.. ok then, there’s a small possibility that you could actually be right)
      🙂

  4. 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]
          🙂

  5. Pdenver, WY girl, spallies, Bert (aka hobbit you’re 2 funny!)
    Happy New year my pals!

  6. Happy New Years Day poetry pagers!

    Wishing you all magic in 2017 and beyond.

    23kachinas

  7. 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

  8. ” 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

    • Very nice Focused! Before I started the chase, poetry was not something I appreciated, but it has grown on me.

      • 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

    • Focused, oh How you are gifted so to be able to place me there beside you.
      Beautiful. Bravo. Amen.
      🙂

      • 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 !

  9. 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

  10. 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

    • Got it
      Boots
      Check
      Got it
      Hat
      Check
      Got it
      Get off couch
      Check
      Got it
      Ground
      Check
      Got it
      I’m full
      Check Please

      • 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…

        • Like all the new poetry this morning guys!
          Great job everyone. Thanks for sharing.
          Hope y’all have a great day!

        • 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!

    • haha, nice!

      ‘have boots – will travel’

      [note to self: quickly buy some boots ..and a Learjet]
      🙂

      • 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? 🙂

  11. 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 !

  12. ” 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

  13. 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

  14. 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.

    • I love it! You got me laughing! What a way to start my routine on the treadmill! 🙂

    • 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…..

    • Thank 23Kachinas for the link…. its amazing how freely a 6 year old thinks…. I’ll remember this next time I’m scared… 🙂 see ya my friend…..

    • Thank you for the link, my friend. Should be a sight to see. Hope to learn how to put my telescope together by then.

      • 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.

      • Sparrow,

        Hours before my Mother passed, she shared with us a most ‘vital’ and personal knowledge. ” No matter how remarkable it will appear, If you can pinch yourself and still feel it; beware of what/whom appears in the heavens.” Always remember: It will only be when you are absent from the flesh, will you be present with THE Lord.”

        http://www.epm.org/static/uploads/images/blog/eyes-unseen.jpg

        *IMO,

        SL

  15. 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

  16. ” 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

  17. 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 .

  18. 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

  19. 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)

      • I’m still learning how to use a rope so I can lasso one of those supermarket ponies! 🙂

        • 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.

        • lol – I like your humour Ya-Sha-Wa

          “Biggines? ..but what’s a Biggines, precious?”
          – Gollum
          🙂

  20. 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

  21. 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.

  22. 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…

  23. Mr. Fenn, should you read this, would you honor us with another of your poems, please?

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

    – Willy Wonka

      • pdenver, I was playing the WW game at a casino when the Charlie feature came up. The end was that quote and video clip. No golden ticket today just words of wisdom.

  25. “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

      • Pdenver, get up out of the floor and take a deep breath… 🙂 I’m glad you liked it… Have a great evening my friend… Let me know if you run out of quarters, I have a few you can have…. Until next time… See ya

        • I haven’t stopped laughing yet! I will when I do! lol

          Thank you for offering your quarters for me. I may need a few still. 🙂

      • Your welcome JDA….. I just continued on what curious hobbit started.. 🙂 … i know pdenver will master the quarter horse then on to the real ones…lol have a good evening JDA… see ya

    • I guess pdenver got the roping thing down pat as it is not easy to lasso them slippery Walmart rides .
      Nother excellent poem Focused !

  26. 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….
    🙂

    • Fantastic jdiggins !
      Yeah try riding Walmarts Fantastic Quarter Horse named Fantastic .
      Just joking , Great poem !

    • You better pull your hoodie down jdiggins… 🙂 better luck next time my friend…. have a great day… until next time… see ya 🙂

    • Jdiggins

      let’s just hope that your poem was a good lesson for pdenver to wear a pair of ‘loose-fitting’ jodhpurs to the supermarket, in future..
      🙂

  27. ” 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

      • Thanks pdenver… we’ll see… still a ways out.. i know im going to Santa fe at some point, i will have to be in Pennsylvania on june 1st thru 4th .
        Have a great night… see ya my friend

        • You’re welcome. Sounds like a beautiful time to be there. Have a good evening, my friend.

  28. 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

  29. 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.

  30. 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

  31. 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.

  32. ” 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

    • sounds like a close call Focused – I’m glad you pulled through it.

      great poem too mate 🙂

          • 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” 🙂

    • focused
      glad you made it.
      very visual poem indeed.
      I ride in the desert also with my husband a lot.

      zenden

      • 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

    • WOW focused. A miracle in the desert indeed. We are lucky to have you. Glad that you made it my friend. JDA

      • 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

  33. Indian 101 taught to Congress? For 30 years?

    After moving to the District of Columbia, LaDonna Harris was immediately welcomed into the Oval Office by President Lyndon B. Johnson and began teaching “Indian 101” to members of Congress — an assignment lasting over 30 years.

    http://www.pbs.org/program/ladonna-harris/

  34. 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.

  35. 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.

  36. 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…
          🙂

  37. ” 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

  38. 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?

  39. 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.

    • Beautiful poem, Hammertime. You did a great job. I like it. Hope to see more of your penning.

    • 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

  40. On walls of ancient caves, sprays of paint through fingers splayed,
    stores of man coloured in majestic lore of bold adventures told
    of prehistoric hands in lands appraised, abraded clans, in coloured ways untold

    Hesiod odes in five ways of titan Cronus, promised all, golden early days
    of harmony, abundant food, of man relaxed in moods of gods of old
    at peace within a Hades well, in worlds too far away to hold

    Odin, in his girth of ancient birth, found highly hung
    strung in lores profoundly still
    run afoul on hallowed ground in trees of nordic Yggdrasil

    In days of bronze, embedded coppered tin, ablaze in strife of tarnished sin
    of man devoid of early sound, bound within an ancient brine
    devoid of earthly moral ground, awash in superstitious grin

    stolen by his steeled blade, in armoured crust and steely gaze
    a life of swollen blood and grace falls sunder neath his smitten blaze
    of king and countries blighted by their fearful maze of lucid praise

    enlightened in their frightful plight of early flight
    two brothers fight to learn beyond their humble bike
    a place above, to much amaze of early life, a human kite

    fusion found in summer cries, some laugh in place of fright
    of light too bright to breathe in violent breeze,
    but most fall quiet, stunned in solemn bake of early night

    to crowds of swoon, in static runes, a man puts boot upon his moon
    to stride aside of others pride of satellites,
    strikes a sight, unburdened by his lightened plume

    intrepid in a sudden war of peace, a single day of stock
    in woods of rapid brooks, heated weapons fall upon Her locks
    of jungles old, silence in Her quiet palms of hands made cold from voices far

    and here we are, long in twine of hopeful lore of winters gone
    forgiven gods of men a furlong short of song
    now hot in climates long birthed in cold

    forsaken in Her home of long forgotten worlds of old
    hands held wide in humble prose of scorn
    fingers splayed in coloured ways untold

    • Awesome Currious!!! My grandson is named Odin 🙂 I had to look up Yggdrasil 🙂 New word of the day 🙂

      • I agree with you spallies …. ” Yggdrasil” is definitely the word of the day….. have a great day… until next time… see ya

      • I can tell you that spell-check wouldn’t help me at all with that tricky nordic word (darn you Bill Gates!)

        hope you’re well Focused 🙂

        • Not to well right now curious hobbit…. been sick and I’m ready for it to be over…. sorry I’ve taken a small break but I’m just not up to par lately…. have a great night my friend… see ya

          • Gosh, sorry to hear the news, Focused. Hope you’ll get back to feeling better real soon, my friend.

          • Focused;

            If you just wrap yourself in the loving arms of all here on the blog that love you and your works, I am sure that you will feel much better soon. Hugs to Ya’ JDA

          • I thought I’d pop in and see how everyone is doing only to find you are feeling poorly. Get well soon Focused.

            BTW, I loved “Miracle in the Desert” and I am truly grateful you made it through to grace us with your wonderful poetry. Hugs

          • Oh Focused I’m so sorry your not feeling well. Big hugs! Please take care. Get some rest. Wrap up in a blanket, have some tea, and know that you are in our thoughts and prayers!

          • jeez Focused, hope you get better soon mate, before our big horse adventure through Idaho this summer.
            ..I’ll bring ya favourite beef jerky 🙂

    • thanks Spallies, was in a bad mood until I read your comment.

      ( ..is Odin old enough to run for World President yet? – my vote is assured!)
      🙂

      • Curious sorry you were in a bad mood you always seem so happy! Odin is only 17 months old so his world is full of superman his favorite toy, Puff the Magic Dragon his favorite book and ofcourse bananas his favorite food Sounds like a fun World to me

        • Someone stole my smiles… Dal how come when I pick a fancy smile on my tablet it never shows up???

          🙂 🙂 🙂

          • Spallies –
            The FBI has been looking into the “missing smiles problem” on this blog for the past 7.5 months. I personally believe it is Russian hackers but the FBI investigation seems to be leaning toward troublemakers from Hallmark Cards.

            Rest assured, we are going to get to the bottom of this issue!!!

          • Dal

            are you seriously attempting to convince us all, that those honest FBI fellows are overly concerned with ‘happy emojis’ …?

            ..esp when their time is (obviously) better spent hunting those rascal moonshine brewers on lands afar, and pirates bold.
            (not that i’d ever willingly mention any names publicly though DAL (cough cough)

            (does a bar in the Caribbean sound tempin’ right about now Dal? ..it’ll be heaps of fun, seriously!)

            ( ..Dal? …DAL?!)
            🙂

          • Mr. Hobbit-
            I am not certain that emoji is an actual, authenticated English word. But even if it were, would’t the NZ spelling be emouji?

          • jeez Dal ..ya gunna afta speak better spanish than that, nikan

            ..esp given that you’ll be generously buying a bar (for Sparrow an’ me) in the Caribbean shortly – as soon as you find that darn chest 🙂

            ( ..it’s emooojeee too fyi 😛 )

        • @Spallies I think I have already told you how cool a name Odin is…but I’ll tell ya again… 🙂

          @curious. Awesome poem 🙂

  41. Thanks everyone for the get well wishes….. you guys and gals are great.. until next time…
    See ya my friends

  42. Happy Robbie Burns Day. Here is one of my favorites by him:

    The Winter Of Life

    But lately seen in gladsome green,
    The woods rejoic’d the day,
    Thro’ gentle showers, the laughing flowers
    In double pride were gay:
    But now our joys are fled
    On winter blasts awa;
    Yet maiden May, in rich array,
    Again shall bring them a’.

    But my white pow, nae kindly thowe
    Shall melt the snaws of Age;
    My trunk of eild, but buss or beild,
    Sinks in Time’s wintry rage.
    Oh, Age has weary days,
    And nights o’ sleepless pain:
    Thou golden time, o’ Youthfu’ prime,
    Why comes thou not again!

  43. ‘Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!” — “Auntie Mame” (film)

  44. Focused

    hope you’re ok enough to read this puzzle-poem that I wrote for you.
    please forgive my lack of linguistics ..not my strongest suit,
    but have a secret link below FYEO (for your eyes only ..sshhh) 🙂

    Cheveyo:

    Apenimon, ahiga.
    Alo, akule askuwheteau over atohi
    Bornbazine (dakota) eyanosa espowyes, heammawihio.

    hassun, gawonii langundo nadie ealaot wadass.
    wicasa hastiin, chowilawu, yakez can wait!
    http://www.snowwowl.com/swolfNAnamesandmeanings2.html

    saddle them horses nikan, Spring is on the horizon!

    ( oh, and I found a fast horse for pdenver too btw – it’s a ’65 Mustang GT350 convertible)

    ( ..she’ll love it!! 🙂 )

    • Nice! Definitely a beautiful fast horse. Thank you. 🙂
      My dream car is a Chrysler LeBaron convertible. Champagne-colored exterior, cream-colored interior.

      May I take a peek at what you sent Focused, please?

    • Thanks for the puzzle poem curious hobbit it was great…. I enjoyed that… I’m honored you wrote that for me..have a great day nikan ….

      Until next time … see ya

      • no worries Focused, hope you’re feelin better nikan

        (seems we wouldn’t need them horses after all – with a great classic muscle car and some good tunes, we’ll prob drive straight that chest and not even care 🙂 )

  45. Focused, I hope you are feeling better! Ahem, report, we need you. We have pygmie New Zealanders speaking Cherokee (loved that BTW;-) ), we got forrest as dB cooper, and now I think I have to bury my phone cuz Dal’s email is watched and we’re all bugged by the initial sets out there! Help!
    😉
    Hope you feel better soon, my friend. 🙂

    • Thanks for the smile jdiggins …. 🙂 I am feeling better, not up to par but better than I was… don’t bury your phone ! I’ll be back at it soon. Besides , if you did who would I call in a pinch ? I know curious hobbit screens his calls and pdenver’ to busy…..

      ” a phone is but a messenger, of friends so far away,

      Jdiggins I wanna thank you, you brightened up my day.”

      Have a great day my friend… until next time..see ya 🙂

      • For you, Focused:

        A Time to Talk
        By Robert Frost

        When a friend calls to me from the road
        And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
        I don’t stand still and look around
        On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
        And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
        No, not as there is a time to talk.
        I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
        Blade-end up and five feet tall,
        And plod: I go up to the stone wall
        For a friendly visit.

  46. ” Home ”

    Sunlight through a broken pane, shines upon the floor,

    Dusty from the years gone by, lifeless for ever more.

    Papers in the hallway rest, below an attic fan,

    That brought to me the summer nights, memories very grand.

    The kitchen’s like a chapel, where our prayers were said,

    The oven now is rusted, that baked our daily bread.

    Tiles hang from the ceiling, above our dining space,

    Oh, the stories told, here in this empty place.

    The fireplace proudly stands, a monument through time,

    Memories of five stockings , hanging in a line.

    It warmed our home and family, in the coldest time of year,

    It warmed our hearts with memories, those Christmas morning cheers.

    Alas my lonely bedroom, cob webs now moved in,

    Partial hanging posters, of artist way back then.

    My bed was in the corner, beside the window pane,

    Where many dreams were born, in the smell of summer rain.

    While standing on the front porch, my memories I have heard,

    I’m Looking at a ” For Sale ” sign, out there beside the curb.

    But priceless are my memories, to God I give my thanks,

    While giving “home” one final look, I head down to the bank……….

    By: Focused

    • Did you laugh on the way? Jk. Another “I’m there” poem, focused. You are truly gifted! 🙂
      So you went right past part to a hole in one! 🙂

      • Thanks jdiggins……just trying to get back into the groove of things…..have a great day my friend……. See ya

      • I’m not much on golf….. But I take that as a compliment…… Thank jdiggins…. See ya 🙂

    • As I have said so often Focused, you have such a gift with words. The pictures you paint are colorful and alive. I thank you sooooo much for sharing with us. Have a GREAT day – JDA

      • Your welcome JDA…. I’m glad you can see the words I write….. Have a great evening yourself…… See ya my friend

    • Enjoyed your poem, Focused. Great job. While reading it, my memory brought me back to the day my family pulled away from our home in New York, in my Mom’s Falcon, pulling a 4′ X 6′ Uhaul trailer with our worldly possessions, to start anew in Colorado.

      • I’m glad you enjoyed it pdenver….. I’m glad I could rekindle some memories of long ago for you…. I hope the move from New York to Colorado wasn’t a bad memory…. If so, then I’m sorry for that… Have a great evening my friend…. Until next time…. See ya

        • Besides taking Dramamine for motion sickness, it was a wonderful experience, my friend. I wrote in my journal about every hour or so about the journey, and I may have given it to my best friend.

      • 23kachinas, I didn’t know I ended this chapter … 🙂 But thanks anyway….lol

        See ya my friend.

      • 23kachinas, I sure hope my book has many more chapters and of course a happy ending…. 🙂 I wish you the best too my friend… It’s always a pleasure reading your words…. Thanks for the smile…. Until next time… See ya

          • 23kachinas,
            I guess I should seriously put some thought into a book. I’ve been asked by several people and I’m sure I could sell a few, even though I don’t feel my words are good enough for book material. I have well over 200 poems and poetic stories . (IF) I was to make a book I would be open for suggestions for a title… Any ideas ?
            I guess I could use the lull of winter to work on that….

            I’m honored that you would look forward to my words… Thank you 23kachinas…

            Have a great night my friend…. Until next time… See ya

          • Hello Focused. Out of the approximately 200 poems you’ve written, what are the majority of them about?

  47. Riddles, puzzles wrapped in clues
    HInts of riches old and new
    Ponder, wonder think them through
    Golden treasure’s waiting for you

    Match my wit and pass the test
    Quickly hurry, start your quest
    You must be wise to prove you’re best
    And earn your title to the chest

    Answers I know can not be bought
    Setbacks, stumbles, wrong turns fought
    I’ve thunk and thought, pined and wrought
    To understand the place you sought

    Begun it where warm waters end
    And colder ones surely begin
    I set my eyes on Forrest Fenn
    To let him know that I must win

    Canyon down and home of Brown
    I’ve passed both, no slowing down
    Peepless meek make not a sound
    No looking back as I pass through town

    I follow left, end drawing nigh
    Low and behold its water high
    which creek is mine? Why oh why?
    Ponder wonder, stop to sigh

    Sparks ignite my burned out light
    Illuminates which creek is right
    On I stomp with all my might
    Perseverance wins this fight

    Inside the wood all things are still
    Bravely I wander upon the hill
    The empty blaze you set to fill
    A title nigh, won by sheer will

    A hard test it was, that is a fact
    Difficult it was, no skills you lack
    My claims to best, I must retract
    Humbly I give your bracelet back

  48. Thank you pdenver and spallies for your suggestions for a title… pedenver I have so many different subjects that I have penned about… they range from campfires to Bonnie and Clyde lol .. I do have a lot of native ones though… I seem to like the history of the native Indians… thank you both for you input…. hum got me thinking lol 🙂 have a great night.. until next time… see ya

      • Hey jdiggins… that has a nice ring to it…. 🙂 thanks my friend… have a great evening… until next time.. see ya

    • Truly a gifted and blessed person. I love her paintings. I enjoyed this link very much, SL. Thank you for posting it.

        • So many marvelous wonders to appreciate, my friend. Each of us has been gifted with a unique paintbrush to color and enhance our own lives as well as the lives of others.

          The ‘wonder’ that is you is a heartfelt palette that is brimful with the gentle & pure colors….of life.

          We are blessed.

          SL

          SL

    • Wow ! Thank you SL for the link, I really enjoyed it. She has amazing talent…..thank you for sharing… Take care my friend, see ya

  49. Nine clues you gave to start my search
    A journey begins like falling snow
    Through mountains, valleys cross the Earth
    To the side where cold winds blow

    Stomping, plodding, what heavy loads
    Too far, too far, why did I walk
    Oh softer ground now off the roads
    Slowly, softly, begin my stalk

    Down through the canyon up the creek
    Tracks are scant not sure which way
    I tarry and ponder all I seek
    While on a hill I spot my prey

    A special place here all is right
    Why have I come now, I forgot
    The end is nigh, I set my sight
    Draw my bead, but fire no shot

    • Great job HumblePi… I enjoyed reading your words….keep up your penning my friend….until next time….see ya

  50. Water here and water thear
    Some goes high some goes there
    You take a left, you may beware?
    Rocky roads that don’t seem to care.

    Snow on the peaks, some up high
    It all seems blinding as weeks go bye.
    I often wonder If I’ll get a try
    But all my thinking is nothing but sky.

    Follow and follow with poem in hand
    Figures and numbers work as I can.
    Making some meaning as I’m a great fan
    Hoping for an hourglass with maybe no sand.

    Emeralds a blazin with many others too
    The beginning is wonderful could this be true.
    Colors shinning with untold hue
    If for some reason I’ll still not be blue.

    As I’ve heard great answers and stories told
    I sometime wonder which way of my goal.
    Forrest has said “And with my treasures bold”
    All I want is the “Title of the gold”

    Condor

  51. Thanks pdenver! it was my first attempt at a poem since 4th grade. just having fun.
    Condor

    • Hey Condor, fun is what it’s about….. I’m relatively new to poetry myself…. I didn’t write my first poem until I entered the chase. Now I have well over 200. It’s fun to arrange words so that they spark the imagination or create a vision for the reader…. If that was your first since 4th grade you done great. I hope to read more words from you my friend…. Just have fun and let your mind flow…… Until next time… See ya

  52. I have noticed a lot of new names on the blog and I wanted to repost this poem for those who haven’t read it. I wrote it a while back and of all my poems this is one of my favorites…. I hope you enjoy it even though it’s a repost….. See ya my friends…

    ” Distant Drums ”

    Boom 1-2 , boom 1-2 , sounds of distant drums,

    I hear them in the twilight , at the setting sun.

    The elders in my village, smudge young braves in smoke,

    While they’re dancing proudly, not a word is spoke.

    As I sit upon this cliff, their fires Below they flicker,

    I too was once a brave, but now I’m getting sicker.

    Many snows behind me, no snows I’ll see ahead,

    Right here on this cliff, I’ll rest until I’m dead .

    I look up to the heavens, I thank the mighty God,

    For many years I’ve walked, upon this precious sod.

    My wife I’ve said goodbye, she’s pregnant with our child,

    I thought that I could last, to see her painful smile.

    The sun has finally set, with distant fires aglow,

    I know my time is over, it’s time for me to go.

    I lean back in a crevice , I look up to the skies,

    In the sound of distant drums, I hear my babies cry…….

    By: Focused

    P.s. – I know this is kinda sad, but the ancient Indians faced many hardships, and I believe this poem reveals the strength and pride they had during those struggles.
    Good luck to everyone in your chase….until next time…..see ya

    • Focused, this is one of my favorites from you, too. It has come to my mind many times since your first post.

      • I’m glad you think so too pdenver. I don’t know what it is about this one but I’ve always liked it. Even though it’s a sad one.
        Life for the native Indians was tough, but yet they still went out with pride and dignity…..
        My other favorite one is my very first poem I wrote after joining the chase. I have not posted it…. I have it written on paper… I’m saving that one 🙂
        Have a good night my friend….. See ya

        • Oh, you tease! It must be a special one for not sharing. I’m glad it means that much to you, my friend.

          • Should have applied a smiley face. 🙂
            If you do write a book, will you put that one in it?

          • I don’t know if I would pdenver…. I would have to give it a lot of thought. I have others that I haven’t posted too… I would put them in the book.. Sorry if I’m a tease 🙂 see ya my friend….

          • No need to apologize, my friend. Something special should be kept by you and no one else should see it. First of anything people have/may have tends to have special meanings; baby’s first steps, first date, first kiss, first vehicle owned, first job, etc.. For each of my children when they were in kindergarten, I placed everything they brought home in a box for each of them and recently have given the boxes to them. Firsts are very memorable.

  53. This is sort of a copy of Fenn’s but mixed up a little ; “I give you the title to the gold, your effects will be worth the cool, If you’re brave and in the wood, so hear me all and listen good, I’ve done it tied but now I weak, and leave my trove for all to seek, The answer I already know, so why is it that I must go? Just take the chest and go in peace, look quickly down your quest to cease, But tarry scent with marvel gaze, if you’re wise and found the blaze, Just heavy loads and water high, the end is ever drawing nigh, There’ll be no paddle up your creek, from there it’s no place for the meek, Put in below the home of Brown, and take it in the canyon down, Not far but to far too walk, begin it where warm waters halt, And a hint of riches new and old, and with my treasures bold, I can keep my secret where, “AS I’VE GONE ALONE IN THERE “

  54. If I find Forrest’s chest…
    It would prove I’m a cut above the rest
    That I solved the clues and passed the test.

    If I find Forrest’s chest…
    Mr Fenn and I will finally meet
    I’ll bring Tesuque a tasty treat.

    If I find Forrest’s chest…
    I’ll call my boss and tell him where to go
    Then I’ll drink a toast to Jackie O.

    If I find Forrest’s chest…
    I’ll eat buffalo, mudfish, and Frito pie
    And learn to tie a woolly fly.

    If I find Forrest’s chest…
    When all my bills are paid I’ll never rest
    I’ll go and find me another quest!

    -Randawg,

    • Nice poem, randawg. I like it. And where do you plan to tell your boss where to go? Buy them a beverage and have them toast you and your new fortune. You still may need that bridge some day. 🙂

      • Great poem Randawg!
        Perhaps a toast using bitter tea with Florence on the way to Denver.
        Have a great day all

    • Randawg
      Nice I’d say we have very similar ambitions! Company is moving me after 31 years and I’ll have to commute 3 hours each way weekly. I’m tired and I’m weak from shift work!!! I’ve been catching some Rainbows and a few Browns in Southern Tennessee. I’d love to catch them in other areas. Best of luck!

      Condor

  55. ” Playing In The Sand ”

    High upon a desert knoll, I gaze across the land,

    A Fog lays in the valley, along the Rio Grande.

    The year is 1460 , I am a Navajo,

    I listen to the spirits, speaking through my soul.

    The sun is gently rising, no clouds within the sky,

    I hear the native birds, begin their morning cry.

    I’m visited by a spirit, a girl of long ago,

    She says her name is Ajei , named for her special glow.

    As the morning lingered, Ajei spoke to me,

    She tells me of her life, and how it use to be.

    She says she lived below, along the Rio Grande,

    And As a child she played, within the rivers sand.

    One day while she was playing, a child of only ten,

    The sky began to darken, a storm was moving in.

    The winds began to blow, while lightning flashed afar,

    She knew that she must leave, her homes not very far.

    When running to her home, Ajei starts to cry,

    That is when she seen it, fall from the darken sky.

    A tornado twisting wildly, with debris that flew about,

    Headed for her home, all she could do was shout.

    She hit her knees and prayed, “God save my family home”.

    As quick as it appeared, it rose and then was gone.

    When Ajei reached her village, with everyone untouched,

    Again she looked above, and thanked him very much.

    Then her spirit left me, and alone I sit again,

    Thinking about her words, my new found spirit friend.

    While looking at the Rio Grande, many feet below,

    The sky began to darken, the winds began to blow.

    Ajei she has warned me, lightning starts to flash,

    I thank my native friend, from way off distant past.

    Before I leave I gaze, down at the Rio Grande,

    That is when I seen her, just playing in the sand……

    By: Focused

      • Thank you pdenver…. I’m glad that you could see the picture… Have yourself a great day my friend… Until next time…. See ya

      • Thank you Twingem ….and you are welcome…. Enjoy your day and notice the ” little things “…… See ya my friend 🙂

    • Your words always paint the clearest of pictures. You truly are gifted my friend. Thanks SOOOOO much for sharing your talents with us….we are blessed. Take care my friend. JDA

  56. Thank you JDA for your kind words… I try to write so others can see what I’m seeing… I’m glad you can see my painting of words.. I wrote another poem way back in the poetry pages about a tornado, i will find it and repost it for ya JDA… but remember, I was very new at poetry back then lol .. have a great day my friend…. until next time… see ya JDA

  57. well ok, I could never easily admit to being overly poetic, emotional, political, religious, tactful, intelligent, nor anything else related to being globally cultured for that matter..

    but this good ol’ Kiwi song strikes a chord in me, and is dedicated to
    Focused
    pdenver
    Jdiggins
    J-3DA
    Jonesy@1
    Mindy (fav poet)
    (maybe not Dal so much)
    23kachinas
    Humble3.14
    WY Girl
    Spallies
    zenden
    (def not Jake at all)
    Ya-Sha-Wa
    randawg
    Steel Will
    Sparrow (& Barty too)
    SL
    specialklr
    ..even Hammertime

    and all others on this poetry thread, for keeping me in touch with a more gentle aspect to life than i’m otherwise used to experiencing

    but especially for CindyM

    https://youtu.be/qz4PXOqg4Js

    • SL

      I attended a concert in 2002 (in NZ) called ‘Neil Finn and Friends’ at a small venue in Auckland – which included Eddie Vedder (LOVE him) singing some awesome original Split Enz songs (original Neill & Tim Finn brothers band – before Crowded House) if that’s what you’re referencing?

      I can honestly say that it equalled the Pink Floyd concert for greatest concert i ever attended, imho
      ..although I def have a soft spot for Iggy Pop 🙂

  58. I like Dave Dobbyn’s song, it sounds very peaceful to me, thanks Hobbit.
    Happy Valetines Day everyone

    • no probs Jeannie

      will instruct my pilot to swing by on our way to picking up WY Girl and Twingem (& Dal) 🙂

      • Thanks Hobbit, we better pick up pdenver on the way, too! Are we going to a shire? Will there be candles hanging in trees?

        • I’m afraid of heights. I don’t drink, so I can’t forget my worries. I’ll wave from the ground and smile at everyone. 🙂

      • Thanks Hobbit, we better pick up pdenver on the way, too! Are we going to a shire? Will there be candles hanging in trees?

      • sure thing Jeannie, pdenvers taking the Mustang GT350 convertable (it’s REALLY fast btw) to the Shire, with all the candles that Dal’s (generously) supplying.
        ..millions of candles in fact.

        no, seriously!
        🙂

        • absolutely not pdenver, coz Dal’s giving me away (I never had a dad) so hopefully he’ll brush off his dusty tuxedo, and bring plenty of his infamous moonshine too 🙂

          (you know, the stuff that the FBI are chasing him over? ..oh wait, umm)

          (shhh ..you didn’t hear that from me tho, ok?)
          🙂

          • Sorry, was doing my hair and picking which shows to wear…

            Um, so, I’d like my funny little cats and twins to join us. Also, I’d like the boys from The Hangover so be part of the wedding party. They know Vegas well. And their friend Leslie, of course, is a must attend and his monkey, Tarzan. Can we ask Dal for the special candles? The ones we burn on both ends?

          • yep, sure thing Twingem – just submit your vastly outlandish requests directly to Dal, as I suddenly feel an impending headache on the horizon.

            (I must be clairvoyantly gifted somehow
            ..darn it all!)
            🙂

          • oh, no ya won’t pdenver!

            (I hear Mexico is nice at this time of year – I’ll ride shot-gun)
            🙂

          • I’ll be sure to stop off at a store and buy you a package of socks for your cold feet. 🙂

  59. “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry _ “The Little Prince”

  60. For some reason I couldn’t view the links…… but thanks curious hobbit, SL, and you too pdenver for posting them anyway…….

    Hey, is there an extra seat somewhere ? I would hate to miss a shin-dig in Vegas….

    If not, then I will need that bag of jerky curious hobbit, I will be riding my horse….just give me a few months notice so I can saddle up and make it there…

    Happy Valentine’s Day my friends….

    Until next time…. see ya 🙂

  61. I would take a taxi but I gave my extra quarters to pdenver at Walmart ….

    “Practice makes perfect pdenver” I’m rooting for ya …..

    See ya 🙂

    • Gosh my friend, why didn’t you tell me you needed the quarters? You can hang out with curious hobbit and me in the Mustang. I guess we’re heading to Mexico because he got cold feet. Happy Valentine’s Day to you. 🙂

      • MEXICO ? Hummm…. ok, curious hobbit can ride shotgun, I’ll take the back seat with a road map…. sounds like more fun than Thelma And Louise had….. 🙂

        See ya my friend …….. 🙂

        • Focused

          you can ride up front with pdenver ..I think I need to lie down in the back after my close shave with marriage

          (am feeling a bit faint just thinking about it tbh)

          hope you’re well nikan 🙂

          • You got it curious hobbit…. I’ll ride shotgun…. don’t worry about the marriage thing…. me and pdenver’s got your back….. ” Mexico Or Bust ” ……..

            See ya my friend 🙂

  62. “Life’s Journey”

    The journey of mankind,

    Real through living eyes.

    Voyage through given time,

    Of ultimate surprise.

    Discovery that awaits,

    Consists of many wails.

    Not locked behind life’s gate,

    In forbidden weary tales.

    Seeking journeys bold,

    New within your grasp.

    Lands still yet untold,

    But holding secrets past.

    Seeing through life’s venue,

    With wide and open gaze.

    New journeys will await you,

    Eyes twinkle with amaze………

    By: Focused

    P.s.- if you read down the first word of every sentence , it’s a famous quote
    By Marcel Proust it says …… “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands, but seeing with new eyes”.

    Just messing around a little…. have a great day my friends….

    Until next time….. see ya

    • Not only do you challenge yourself to come up with lovely rhyming sentences, you complicate things be having to start each sentence or line with a specific letter. What a wonderful mind you have.

      You also seem to know when the “Hoard” needs a soothing respite from the search.

      Thanks again for sharing your wonderful talents with us.

      JDA

      • Thanks JDA, sometimes I add quotes from myself and others to give the reader more to look at and think about …. thank you again for your kind comment my friend…. and you are very welcome…. have a great day JDA….. until next time… see ya 🙂

      • Thank you too pdenver… I’m glad you enjoyed reading my words… now go and enjoy your journey through new eyes…. see ya my friend….. 🙂

    • Yum, Focused. That was like a warm bowl of homemade soup with fresh baked bread on a cold winter day. Thank you.

      • Well I’m glad you can taste life within my words twingem ….. and your welcome… well now I’m hungry…. gotta go find some soup…. see ya my friend 🙂

  63. “WHY”

    Beneath a mighty oak, I bask in summer shade,

    Leaning against the trunk, on a early summer day.

    Chewing on a twig, my knees their raised up high,

    Lost within my daydream, searching reasons why ?

    Why did Forrest give us, this journey we are on?

    To get us off the couch? For trails to walk upon?

    To fill our minds with knowledge? Learning as we go?

    To watch us from afar? While imaginations grow?

    A warm and steady breeze, blowing gently in my face,

    Alone I sit and ponder, in the solitude of this place.

    Together it has brought us, though many we are one,

    While looking for his treasure, friendships have begun.

    Is it for the stories? To tell us of his life?

    His years of great adventures? With Peggy as his wife?

    Is it for the hope, and dreams he gives to all,

    So we can have adventure? And hear an eagles call.

    The summer sun is falling, its time for me to go,

    Why he really done this, I may never know.

    But as I walk away, beneath a golden sky,

    Aloud to Forrest I thank him, for whatever reason “WHY”………..

    By: Focused

    P.S.- I just wanted to give everyone warm thoughts of summer….
    Hang in there my friends, it’s just around the corner.
    Until next time…. see ya

      • Thank you pdenver… I’m glad you liked it… enjoy your journeys while you figure out “WHY”…

        Have a great evening pdenver and thank you…. until next time…see ya my friend…

        P.s. Do you need any quarters ? I won’t tell anyone “WHY” 🙂

        • Would you be so kind to hold on to the quarters a little while longer, please? 🙂

          Hope you’ll have a great evening, too.

        • Ya at eeh, Focused

          don’t worry ’bout them quarters for pdenver
          – i think she’s feeling a bit spoiled after the offer of a genuine GT350 Mustang convertible.
          ..can’t blame her though huh?

          just two saddles required for spring, nikan

          hope ya well mate 🙂

          • Thanks curious hobbit……. I have two horses and two saddles….. if you’ve got the jerky…… pdenver I also have a third horse and saddle if your interested my friend…… 🙂 all joking aside curious hobbit… I will be taking two horses to New Mexico this spring for my trip # 24…. should be a nice ride….

            Until next time see ya my friend….

          • curious hobbit: 🙂

            Focused: Glad you have another horse and saddle. I’m so happy to hear you’ll be riding in New Mexico. There’s so much to see, and to see while riding is going to be an adventure in itself. I’m happy for you.

    • Nice of you to focus on beauty and bring it to life for our enjoyment. Thanks Focussed. (Any attempts I could make would amble and ramble without theme or point 🙂

      • Your very welcome Andesite….. you’ll never know till you try… I like rambling… ” if you haven’t noticed” 🙂 have a great night… until next time…see ya

  64. My, My, My – You just crawled into the mind of 100,000 searchers, and directly into our hearts. Why, Why, Why? Only Forrest knows for sure, but I for one sure am happy he did it….And what did he do? He HID it. YEA Forrest, and YEA Focused. JDA

    • I’m happy he did it too JDA…. as of now I have made 23 trips into the Rockies covering all 4 states. I have written over 250 poems and poetic short stories…. all inspired from the “chase” …. and I don’t regret any of it…. 23 times I have came home empty handed but I have memories I’ll cherish forever……. find it or not… I’ve already won…..

      You are correct JDA… he hid it for sure, and done a mighty fine job of it too..lol 🙂

      I’m glad you liked my words…. have a great evening JDA….. until next time….see ya

  65. Focused,

    You continue to prove that the heart speaks in a language all can feel and understand. It’s called…kindness.

    Blessings,

    SL

    • Thank you SL… yes it’s a universal language… blessings back at ya…. have a great night SL… until next time…. see ya my friend 🙂

  66. Very nice Focus! I’m reading and catching up slowly and enjoying the hunt more and more every day. Spring is close. Thanks and keep them coming.
    Condor

    • Thanks Condor… I’m glad that your enjoying the chase… I know I am…

      Really “why” doesn’t matter, what matters is that we all enjoy our journeys that Forrest has tempted us to take….

      Have a good night my friend….. until next time… see ya

  67. phew! ..safe at last, on the unmoderated pixels of the poetry page 🙂

    i name this new poem “infamous moonshiners”

    In life of shine, in early times
    a V8 rumbles through the silent night
    abundant bootleg strapped to aft
    a lonely driver[BANNED!]

    [signed – us clever FIB guys ..who are currently offering a meagre reward for any information about a distiller by the name of ‘Del-someone-or-other’]

    [we’re fairly certain that he’s directly related to that shady ‘Popcorn Sutton’ fellow btw]

    [please do not approach this suspect – he may be armed with a lethal poem!]

    …uh-oh 🙂

    • I know a man, who’s making shine,

      Chased by Feds for quite some time.

      Popcorn Sutton, is indeed his kin,

      He comes to visit now and then.

      To bring me gifts, delivered himself,

      To place upon my cellar shelf.

      But I’m no nark, my lips are sealed,

      I like his backwoods, moonshine still…..

      Just messing with ya curious hobbit… have a great night nikan …. see ya

      • haha, i really like that poem Focused – good ol’ Popcorn Sutton, we need a few more trusty fellows like him nowadays i reckon

        and yes, if i had the ability to go riding into the wilds of NM with you nikan, i would certainly jump at the opportunity ..but am still paying off my last (september) trip to the Rockies – so big thanks for the invite, maybe next year?
        (unless i rob a train before then – which is a very tempting prospect)

        btw, i heard a rumour that you might have a cellar…? 🙂

        • Cellar ???? What cellar??? 🙂

          I’m glad you liked my poem…. just funnng with ya…. have a great night curious hobbit…

          I gotta go now and look for this cellar your talking about… 🙂

          See ya nikan

  68. 58266

    The number you see above
    Is not merely a total for all to see
    It’s the brave men and women
    And the children who will never be

    Why they were chosen
    At that time and place
    God knows the reason
    But he keeps a straight face

    Maybe it’s their memories
    He wants to live on and be real
    Shaping the rest of us
    Like clay on a wheel

    Forgotten is a fear
    We should all keep at bay
    The affect we have on others
    Always lives another day

    The proof is right here
    And for generations to come
    Passed along from soul to soul
    Like fishing, from father to son

    This fisherman
    He remembers everything well
    And enjoys all the beauties in life
    Especially those serene and tranquil

    Making the most of his chance
    Convincing others to chase the thrill
    Spreading a wildfire of memories
    In every cave, creek and hill

    Don’t worry Mr. Fenn
    You’ve cleverly made your mark
    And shared your treasure with all
    Sometimes it only takes a spark

    reklim

  69. “Would you please go away?”
    “I don’t see why not; I’ll be on my way.”

    “Would you please go away?”
    “Ask me again, on another day.”

    “Would you please go away?”
    “Maybe yes, and maybe nay.”

    “Would you please go away?”
    “Don’t be like that, let’s sit and play!”

    “Would you please go away?”
    “Sorry, friend. I’m here to stay.”

    Cancer strikes me as quite a fickle thing that seemingly operates on unknown whims. A friend of mine who has been fighting it for a while confided to me yesterday that there are no more options left other that experimental treatments. He’s preparing for passing on now, but still has the best attitude imaginable in spite of everything. I know plenty of others who have won and lost in fighting the good fight, but it seems to me like it’s always ultimately a mere roll of the dice that determines the outcome.

  70. First time I’ve been on the poetry page.
    Blex, I literally had snot and tears running. Lost my Mom a few years ago.
    I pulled myself together, and then seen rekim’s words, above. My sleeves are soaking. That’s where I wipe stuff.
    Beautiful, you TWO.
    Thank you!

    • Welcome to the Poetry Page, TammyO. If I could offer you a tissue, I would. It truly is a wonderful place to be and experience where the heart talks.

  71. Esahc Eht Fo Llirht Eht

    I was deep in the woods,
    Just going for a long walk.
    When I tripped over something,
    Fell face first on a rock.

    Once I recovered,
    I could see the truth.
    Someone had put an old chest there,
    It made me lose a tooth.

    It was heavy when I picked it up,
    Must be totally filled.
    I’m determined to find the guy who did it,
    Make him pay my dental bill.

    Why someone would do such a thing,
    Really makes me wonder.
    Placing a hazard in the wood
    On purpose or blunder?

    Dazed and confused,
    Not sure which way out will be.
    I think I can find my way,
    I’ll just take notes of what I see.

    Everything looks burnt,
    I guess it’s damage done by a fire.
    I would follow that owl,
    They are wise, but I’m not a flyer.

    I think I see up ahead,
    What must be a waterfall.
    Scared to death I climb to the top,
    Heavy chest and all.

    There I found a nice creek,
    But forgot to bring my paddle.
    Maybe I’m near the end,
    I’ll just continue this battle.

    Here it’s a little scary,
    And I don’t feel as strong.
    Yes! An old house up ahead,
    Been hiking all day long.

    As I stumbled through the door,
    I see a bear whose sleep was almost done.
    I bolted towards the canyon,
    Too far to walk, but not too far to run.

    I stopped there for the night,
    And for a rescue I’ll wait.
    To keep the wild animals away,
    I’ll mark the trees when I urinate.

    Lucky for me,
    One bottle of whiskey left.
    I’ll empty it soon,
    Perfect place for this map to rest.

    I’ll toss it in the creek,
    And pray that it’s found.
    It’s so easy to follow,
    If they just look around.

    The precision of this map,
    Will be their master key.
    They’ll just need to begin their search,
    Where the chest used to be.

    reklim

  72. Once was a man not from Nantucket
    Who’s trove was elusive to YOU!
    Soon was a craze
    To find the blaze
    And now they all say,
    That which rhymes with Nantucket?

      • Two guys apply for jobs as greeting card writers. Interviewer tells each one to come up with something that rhymed with Timbuktu, best one wins.
        First guy: Over the desert, two by two. Destination, timbuktu.
        Second guy: Over the desert, Tim and I went.
        Found three horse (sic) in a tent. Them being three, and us being two, I bucked one, and Tim bucked two! 🙂

  73. U

    What happened to patience?
    U know settling in…
    What’s the hurry?
    With cosmos I grin.

    Nothing really matters,
    Memories make time.
    Listen and marvel,
    To art, planets and rhyme.

    23kachinas

    DaVinci was right: https://youtu.be/018pS-2q35I?t=30s

    30 sec in listen

  74. I see them coming
    As I look through the glass
    On horseback, galloping,
    Accross the grass.
    The sun is rising
    And the colors’ fast,
    Sharp is the vision
    Forever now cast.
    They ride with arm
    And chanting high
    They’re coming for me
    But I don’t know why.
    Closer they ride
    No saddles, no clothes
    I’m still inside
    My body is froze.
    Their faces have paint
    And they look really mad
    Why in the world
    Do they want me so bad?!
    I’m scared to death
    My heart, it pounds…,
    Then suddenly I hear
    Comforting sounds.
    “Wake up, honey,”
    “Are you alright?”
    Say i, “Oh Mommy!,
    Can I sleep with you tonight?”

      • Pdenver, focused, thank you! 🙂 True Story tho. It was a recurring nightmare I had when I got sick at ages 4 and 5. Then it changed and stayed until it changed again, etc. The second I had was really odd and even more frightening; pitch black, yellow, life sized ruler, conveyor belt with seven nuns standing still, spaced apart, hands tucked, staring ahead, rhythmically chanting my name over and over each time they “conveyed” back on top. (They disappeared underneath, then reappeared on top)

        • I was in a Catholic school; Kindergarten and First grade. A few things I remember quite well about the nuns. Most in a positive way. One day, not so much. I was really little compared to the other kids. I wasn’t able to do what they were able to. Something happened one day and one of the nuns got upset because of it and pinched and twisted my nose and I ended up going home with a bloody nose. My mom brought me back and spoke with the nun. After she heard the nun’s explanation as to why she did what she did, the nun ended up getting what I got. My mom pulled me out and I never returned.

    • Good job jdiggins…. great to read some of your penning…. sleep good tonight my friend… until next time…. see ya

  75. To a gentle friend.

    I wish to venture far away, to solace in a far off place,
    and yearn to leave this tepid world of lucid words and frantic pace,
    of frenzied turns and shallow grace,
    astride a horse of highest hands and gentle brow.

    I seek to know a way, so far beyond this rigid prose of ever now,
    intrepid in Her natural song of straightest bow.

    With life to aft and compass north,
    adventure set to ventures sought,
    I search the path of splendour forth,
    and fall aside of shackles, wrought in promised life too easy bought.

    Through stoic depths of Her surround,
    awakened by a quiet thought, I find a piece
    of welcome silence within Her tangled fleece,
    a steady trail, a promised peace,
    a silent slice of honest sound
    awash on bounds of welcome friendship newly found

    Once set in stone and cast in clouds,
    and hidden from this world of crowds,
    we wander through these founding depths of never-found
    with trusted compass, sound within course hands made ever-proud
    by braving depths of cold, in wild surrounds,
    and setting sails on seas far north of now.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32Js2Ef5Ojg
    (hope you’re well nikan)
    🙂

    • umm.. is that ‘holy cow’ in a positive sense Jeannie?

      (if not, you can blame Focused entirely for my bad poetry – I do) 🙂

      • Holy cow in a good way, Hobbit! Focused must be a good influence, there’s some good writing going on here.

        • Jeannie…why thank you 🙂

          And yes my friend hobbit has penned some great words….

          Have a good day, see ya my friend…

      • curious hobbit
        I blame Focused for your( bad ?) poetry also,
        never I thought your poems were bad.
        your not bad… your curious
        you had a secret soul that shined
        in this poem.

        zenden

        • Blame me ???

          Ok…. I’ll take the wrap for it… anything for a friend….

          Have a great day Zenden….until next time… see ya

        • I (don’t) blame focused for your bad poetry hobbit
          sorry for the missed word
          zenden

          • curious hobbit
            you have good words on here
            don’t be so hard on yourself.
            zenden

        • thanks for the nice comments zenden 🙂

          and yes ‘when in doubt, blame Focused’ is a great philosophy and i shall endeavour to remember to write that down to remind myself incase i accidentally forget later

          …which is highly likely

    • nice to hear from you WY Girl – sorry for making your eyes leak

      please stay away from raw onions, if poss – i worry about you 🙁

    • Wow! Great words curious hobbit….. thank you for the link… that’s what living is all about…. I will never have a ” bucket list” to drive me, I’m driven by adventure and friends like you…… 🙂 have a great day nikan…. until next time… see ya

  76. no worries Focused – glad to hear your ticker is still tickering jus tickety-boo

    one thing on my bucket list is to one day go riding in the Rockies on a beautiful horse, with some fine company ..and lots of coffee and beef-jerky 🙂

    • Yes curious hobbit my ticker is still ticking … 🙂 maybe someday you’ll fulfill your bucket list…..
      Let’s see……

      Horses …. check
      Coffee…..check
      Beef jerky….check
      Fine company…….humm…..I may have to look around for that 🙂

      See ya nikan….. I’ll go look in the “Cellar”…. 🙂

      Have a great day…….

    • NW (no worries) DU, OOMFST (one of my favourite songs too) 🙂

      Focused – you forgot to look in the mirror nikan
      ( ..so, that’s all four boxes ticked then – when do we leave?) 🙂

  77. I think the blaze is possibly the site of an old forest fire somewhere far, but not too far, from any human trails, around where pine trees grow.

  78. TIME NO MORE
    by; Mr. D

    You , old time

    Who tried to steal whats mine,

    Go and pounder your existence course .

    Tell the tail of your dis-course .

    So all can see the Blaze of the torch-

    o’tis the twilight

    O’tis the gleem

    O’tis your youth bought you

    times endless peace?

    Puff of smoke of tales of Ole

    Fant sent of flowed bold

    Cast you fear to Time door,

    Look into your core,

    Anchor you boat

    Put your feet apon the shore

    Sky to eye

    Feel the warmth

    Time is here no more.

  79. Oh, give me clues, lots of clues to where you hid your silly chest,
    Don’t Fenn me in.
    Let me know that place you love where you want your bones to rest,
    Don’t Fenn me in.
    I want to ride into Hyde when Fennboree commences,
    And gaze at that box of gold ’till I lose my senses,
    It would surely help with the bills and all my traffic offenses,
    Don’t Fenn me in!
    😀

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