Poetry Page XII…

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The chase certainly has inspired some great poetry…

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

If you would like to peruse theΒ Β verse on the first page of poetry clickΒ HERE.

Second page isΒ 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

Tenth Page is HERE

Eleventh Page is HERE

Thanks

dal…

337 thoughts on “Poetry Page XII…

  1. Woven wood of nest of Ole ,
    Mothers wings to keep me warm .

    Septal steps wings spread ,
    And feel flights air apon my chest .

    Oh bolden wind that I’ve not known,
    Lifting me higher then before.
    Unseen force of some loves source ,
    Guiding wings for whats in store.

    Pushed and turned to keep me safe ,
    To see the beauty of that place.
    Flowered fields of footprints past ,
    Bluest rivers of memories cast.
    Now I am perched and warm at last.

    Thank you Forrest Fenn for pushing me against my will .

    =)

    Mr.D

  2. …………….My Ancestor In Me……………..

    David was an unconventional lot,
    As he donned the name of Crockett.
    Mountains he trekked and acclaim he got,
    Now… I bet he never had dry socket.

    Many heard his great power of speech.
    You’d always hear something new and learn.
    But even with vision most would beseech,
    A man like that never had Welder’s Burn.

    Chose to fight for the Texas revolution,
    Kept vigil at Alamo in a Mexican sack.
    His death a controversy of execution,
    Until it was said, “They had to break his back!”

    Relishing his events in my recollection,
    Time has shown me those discomforts three.
    So I shall not cry out in pain’s objection.
    !!! For there is some Davy Crockett in me!

  3. As you have gone into your silence alone ,
    is it your heart, forgotten by the darkness of your silence,
    can you keep your secret , can you be so bold.

    Fall from your ascended perch,
    wings spread and catch the summer air;
    Feel again , break the silence that a paints your heart . ο»Ώ

    Rise in flight , You as bright as the star ,
    shine apon the silent of hearts ,
    so they may also see the bright star you are. ο»Ώ

    The Passion of your touch minds rush
    To see your brush , its softest touch
    unveil a heart , set them free
    Let them fly from high perch
    , painted and free .

    by Mr.D

  4. Well I’m back home from my trip now… great penning Iron Will and Mr.D I enjoyed your words…. have a great night my friends….. until next time… see ya

  5. Summertime Dreamin’

    Why is that when it has just turned Spring,
    That I’m already having Summertime dreams?
    Maybe it’s the Superbloom that fuels my imagination?
    I cannot tell from my curious station.

    Speaking of work, I have Friday off!
    All my respect sent to a brave women called Dolores Huerta.
    That’s right it was a women born on April 10th not just Ceasar Chavez,
    Who created the motto SΓ­, se puede.

    23kachinas

    • Great penning 23kachinas…that’s right, Dolores, a co-founder of the “United Farm Workers” should shine as much as Chavez …….

      Have a great night my friend and remember
      ” Yes one can “……

      Thank you, until next time…. see ya

  6. ” The Coal Miner ”

    At 4:00 A.M. I wake, I try to make no sounds,

    I work within a coal mine, deep within the ground.

    My lunch pail it is ready, with a pie dish on the top,

    I’m running kinda late And have no time to stop.

    Arriving at the coal mine, I walk into the door,

    My coveralls are frozen, wet from the day before.

    My body it will thaw them, so I head on to the mine,

    Another day below, to earn an honest dime.

    I grab my carbide light and my trusty ole pick axe,

    While standing at the mine shaft, I take a last look back.

    I walk into the blackened mine, long before there’s sun,

    While others ride the train out, because their shift is done.

    When I reach the bottom, a small shaft waits for me,

    On my knees I crawl, my carbide shines to see.

    While laying on my side, and with my pick in hand,

    I chip away at coal, as steady as I can.

    My mind it drifts away, to help me fight the cold,

    I remember in my childhood, the stories mama told.

    The day’s that I spent fishing, with Dad along a creek,

    My children up above, their kisses on my cheek.

    The day it slowly passes, my arms are tired and sore,

    I proudly keep on chipping, the boss man he wants more.

    When my day is over, a coal car waits for me,

    I ride up to the surface, so bright that I can’t see.

    My workday it is over, I head back to my place,

    I walk into my front door, with smiles upon their face.

    My children they are waiting, all sitting on the rug,

    They jumped and run up to me, with open arms and hugs.

    To me my day was worth it, because they depend on me,

    My Time now with my family, we’re happy as can be.

    Tomorrow I will rise, before the morning shine,

    And do it all again, down in that cold cold mine…….

    By: Focused

          • I don’t know who that someone would be SL but I take that as a compliment….thank you….
            I know Loretta Lynn does concerts at the Lincoln theatre…. her most famous song was “Coal Miners Daughter”…. she would be my first guess to whom “on occasion” in D.C. You could be referring to…
            have a great day SL….see ya my friend πŸ™‚

          • Focused,
            Not Loretta Lynn. Did, however, have the opportunity of having a nice conversation with this lovely lady awhile back. (She even read my palm, of all things!) One, great and humble human being, for sure.

            SL

            SL

    • So glad to see your penning focused!
      As usual you painted vivid pictures.
      Thanks for sharing!
      Hope you had a great trip to Texas!

      • WY Girl,
        I’m glad you liked my words and thank you….
        Yes, I had a great trip through Texas I went to the San Antonio zoo, and also down on the river front. Then on to Big Bend National Park, then back up through your neck of the woods… perfect temps πŸ™‚ now I’m looking forward to going to New Mexico …I will be taking horses out there, it should be a nice ride….I’m gonna give it a little more time though… good luck to you in your chase WY Girl … have a great evening…until next time…see ya

      • Thank you very much Tammyo for your kind words. I’m glad to hear that you enjoy my poems, just knowing that makes it worthwhile to me…. :-). Have a wonderful night my friend and thank you again…… until next time…. see ya

  7. Forrest Fenn fairly frequently foists false, fixed, formative feelings for foolish folks, furnishing fantasized false facts, finally fabricating feeble, failed, finishes, far from fruitful, fortuitous fulfillment!

  8. The ballad of Neitzel
    ________________

    I am a man of constant searching
    I’ve hunted for treasure all night and day
    I bid farewell to old Seattle
    The place where I was born and raised
    [chorus] (The place where he was born and raised)
    For seven long years I’ve been a searching
    No treasures here on earth I found
    For in the Rockies I’m bound to ramble
    Even my wife won’t help me now
    [chorus] (Even his wife won’t help him now)
    It’s fare thee well to my old island
    I never expect to see her again
    For I’m bound to wander them northern mountains
    I’ve been looking for where warm waters end
    [chorus] (He’s been looking for where warm waters end)
    The chest is hidden in some lost canyon
    For many years where it may lay
    I’ll search till it’s found by me or another
    Or until I am sleeping in my grave
    [chorus] (Until he is sleeping in his grave)
    Maybe your friends think the chest is just a legend
    That box of gold you’ll never see
    But there is one promise that is given
    I’ll meet you all at Fennboree!
    [chorus] (He’ll meet you all at Fennboree)

    • Good job randawg… thanks for the smile πŸ™‚ I enjoyed that …
      I’m sure Dal is combing Lummi Island too…. I’ve read that there was treasure found there a few years back by a avid treasure hunter named Devlin….. I’m sure Dal would like to find another ” Thomas the train”…. πŸ™‚ maybe Dal will be careful who he loans his pick axe to from now on…….

      Have a great day and thanks again for the ballad…. until next time… see ya

    • lol, nice ‘original’ poem there randawg – loved that old Dylan version too..

      ..maybe you should sue him, for stealing it from you all those years ago πŸ™‚

      • Wiki says “Man of Constant Sorrow” was written by: Richard Burnett in 1913 but I first heard it in the 2000 film: “O Brother, Where Art Thou?”.
        I’d like to think Mr Burnett wouldn’t mind that Dylan, the Soggy Bottom Boys, and I “borrowed” it.
        πŸ˜€

    • Always nice to see you, SL. Thank you for your kind words. The Little One is due August 18, and my arms can’t wait to hold her. I love the link with the beautiful booties.

      • Pdenver ..August 18th is my daughters birthday too… it’s gonna be a special one for you my friend….enjoy the moments…. see ya

        • How wonderful to share this, Focused. I’ll bet she has her father’s heart wrapped around her little finger. I’m looking forward to the special times. I already know she loves her feet. πŸ™‚

  9. ” Those ”

    Struggles are among us, like chapters in a book,

    Those who need a caring hand, just notice as you look.

    Show the world your someone, not passing by in life,

    Vow to make a difference, by helping those in strife.

    Those standing on a corner, with their cardboard sign,

    Wanting food or work , just trying to survive.

    Those in a lonely alley, with needles in their arm,

    Self medicating meds , that do their body harm.

    Those who live in shanty shacks, no water in their home,

    Living day by day, on gardens they have grown.

    Those who live in hunger, so their children can live on,

    Stretching every meal, until the last is gone.

    Those deep in depression, curled up on their beds,

    Fighting all the demons, that bounce within their heads.

    Those in their cardboard box, on the streets that they call home,

    On freezing winter nights, chilled down to the bone.

    Those children who are orphans, no parents to guide their way,

    Behind a chain link fence, when they go outside to play.

    Those within marriage, with bruises on their face,

    Trying to get the nerve, to leave that painful place.

    These are just a few, in this earthly home we’re in,

    Please take the time to care, and help your fellow man.

    We all can make a difference, but first we gotta start,

    Just lend a helping hand, you’ll feel it in your heart……

    By: Focused

    P.s.- we can make a difference my friends……. until next time…see ya

      • Thanks for the “amen” jdiggins… I hope everything is going good for you my friend… all is good here… πŸ™‚ until next time…see ya

        • Then add another amen focused. No, two, – one for each of us. I’m glad all is good. For me, right now, I am feeling extremely fortunate in so many ways. And having you for a friend is one. Have a wonderful Spring day my friend. Until next time…..
          πŸ™‚

          • Your gonna make me blush… πŸ™‚ you are a true friend jdiggins..nice spring day here….thank you…
            See ya my friend

      • Well pdenver , I just wanted to remind everyone to lend a helping hand…. goodness goes a long ways.. like I said “We Can Make A Difference”

        Have a great day pdenver and enjoy spring as it bursts around you….

        Until next time… see ya my friend πŸ™‚

        • We can, my friend.

          Looking out my window, snow covers the ground. My Spring flowers must be thinking, “Yes, this is Colorado for you.” πŸ™‚

          • 75 degrees here pdenver… I know, rubbing it in.. πŸ™‚ the grass is green , hardwoods are covered with leaves, flowers bloomed…. spring for sure :-). Love it !
            See ya my friend

          • Yes, you are, my friend. I’m glad you’re enjoying the beautiful season. πŸ™‚

    • Missed this one when you penned it my friend but just scrolled back to see what I missed. Glad I did! What a beautiful poem!

    • my fav poem i’ve read here (so far) Focused

      you managed to peel the convenient veneer from perceived ideology, and show the raw reality of too many common struggles that exist in too many lives all too frequently, of late

      Bravo! πŸ™‚

      • Curious hobbit, Thank you for the bravo my friend…..I’m glad you liked b my words…
        Yes reality is tough on some people, and we CAN make a difference..have yourself a great day nikan….. see ya πŸ™‚

  10. ” A Distant Land ”

    Though I live in a land down under,

    I read the poem and often wonder,

    And with my toes down in the sand,

    I dream about a distant land.

    As the ocean slaps the shore,

    I dream about his gold galore.

    Someday soon I’ll cross the span,

    I dream about a distant land.

    As for now I’ll sit right here,

    Soak in the sun, and drink my beer.

    But as my drink turns warm and bland,

    I dream about a distant land.

    I pull my Aussie hat down low,

    Kick back relax before I go.

    My eyes are heavy, and life is grand,

    I dream about a distant land.

    When I awake from silent slumber,

    I’ll leave my home from way down under.

    And with a poem, and books in hand,

    I’ll fly off to a distant land…………

    By: Focused

    P.s.- this one is for you curious hobbit….. I hope you like it nikan…… until next time…see ya mate πŸ™‚

    • Why thank you SL …. special is friends like you who appreciate my words…. until next time… see ya SL….. πŸ™‚

  11. Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
    of a man and his treasure trove,
    he started out from Santa Fe,
    and into the hills he drove.

    Fenn is a mighty mountain man,
    his Jeep was strong and sure,
    that box of gold joined him that day,
    for a three hour tour,
    (more or less, nobody knows for sure).

    The road he chose was very rough,
    the sturdy chest was tossed.
    because of the courage of fearless Fenn,
    the treasure would be lost.
    the treasure would be lost.

    So join us here to discuss the chase
    you’re sure to get a smile,
    from all the mental ward refugees,
    here at the home of Dal!

    • Good job randawg…thanks for the smile πŸ™‚ I have a poem I wrote called ” the mental chase ” or something like that…I’ll try to find it and repost…I think you’ll like it…

      Have a great day… see ya my friend

  12. ” My Mental Chase ”

    While sitting on an airplane, reading a provided book,

    A poem written by Forrest Fenn, I had to take a look.

    It talked about a treasure, hidden for all to search,

    I was hooked, from then on , it got me off my perch.

    Since then I’ve had many dreams, lying there in bed,

    Many trips into the mountains, Β scratching at my head.

    Now I see the words he wrote, they twist within my mind,

    Trying to decode a poem , that’s taking all my time.

    Now I look at numbers , on signs along the road,

    Could it be a hint to me , of Forrest’s heavy loads ?

    This happens all the time, no matter where I go,

    Other times I walk in circles, knee deep in the snow.

    Some say I’m going crazy, in this golden chase I’m N,

    Floating like leaves of autumn, upon a chilly wind.

    Eye see where they are coming from, and wear I’m going two,

    Butt most of all eye have made, friends as nice as ewe.

    Eye will C ewe in the mountains, that’s wear Eye will B,

    Looking four a treasure, left their 4 ewe and me.

    Win Β I’m Β finished looking, and I’m old and grey,

    Then Β put me N a mental home until my final day…………………

    By: Focused

    P.s.- here’s the repost Randawg ….. See ya my friend

  13. A knot that is tangled,
    Dangled in the wind

    My color is empty,
    My life is lasting,

    Wiping tangling,
    Twisting turning,

    Taunt by nature,
    Blank by course,

    Ever enlightened to see,
    The feeling to be set free.

    Pulling this way and that
    Uncrossing untangling

    To set me free
    You must first see ,
    I’ts me

    • Beautiful link SL.. thanks for posting it… I especially like the horses..

      Now let’s go breath the air before its gone….
      I plan on doing it horseback πŸ™‚

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

    • Great song and video, SL. I imagined myself running through the fields and falling down and laughing. I love the colors of the leaves. Reminds me of back home.

      • Am happy you enjoyed it, my friend. I think you once said that you had lived back east. Autumn is especially beautiful there.

        Now you have me imagining that I’m frolicking through leaves in Central Park with the sun peeking through the trees.

        Have a delightful weekend, my friend !

        SL

        • It is a beautiful time. All the years I’ve lived in New York, I’ve never been to Central Park. I’m happy your imagination could take you there to frolic.

          Have a wonderful weekend, my friend.

  14. SL, that video reminded me of a poem I wrote called “Cowboy’s Home” ….. I’ll repost that for you, I think you’ll like it… sorry about the reposts lately guys…

    Nothing like breathing the fresh air on horseback, in my poem I believe the cowboy understood that…..

    Have a great day… see ya SL

  15. ” Cowboys Home ”

    Been riding on a dusty trail, my horse and me alone,

    Looking for a special town , that I can call my home.

    Many years I’ve traveled, I’ve entered many towns,

    Just to ride on through them, always feeling down.

    The sun is hot, my hat is wet , my saddle dry and squeaks,

    Up Ahead I see a town, first one I’ve seen in weeks.

    Maybe I can get a bath, and start my life anew,

    My horse could use a blacksmith, he’s missing one back shoe.

    The town is getting closer, with every step We take,

    There’s something written up ahead, upon a wooden stake.

    I sit up in the saddle, to read what it might say,

    Upon the stake is written, the town name “Santa Fe”.

    As I ride into this town , the folks just stare at me,

    With my pistol on my side , I was dusty as can be.

    I rode up to a hitching post, then swung down off my horse,

    Suddenly a stranger spoke, his voice was rough and coarse.

    “Welcome stranger to our town”, “we call this Santa Fe.”

    ” Are you just passing through”, “or do you plan to stay?”

    Then he offered me a drink, on him , in their saloon,

    And told me where to grab a bite, over at the greasy spoon.

    The people there were very nice , everywhere I stopped,

    The hotel where I stayed the night and even the blacksmith shop.

    My dusty trail has ended, I think I’ve found my home,

    I think I’ll stay in Santa Fe ,and rest my aching bones.

    A week has passed ,since I arrived, at this special place,

    But I have yet to feel a smile, upon my wrinkled face.

    I dream of all the sunsets, That I’ve seen along the trail,

    Just My horse and me alone, no words can even tell.

    I’m packing up my saddlebags , I’m leaving at first light,

    This cowboys gotta leave this town, to me it don’t feel right.

    I’ve gotta have my open space, no walls to close me in,

    With Santa Fe behind me, my trail to home begins.

    My saddle it’s still squeaking, the sun is getting hot,

    This cowboy sure is thankful, for everything I’ve got.

    While riding along the Rio Grande, I look up to the sky,

    Thank you God , this trails my home, I’ll ride it till I die……………

    By : Focused

      • Sorry I missed this jdiggins, I hope your day got better…. hey next time your feeling sad just remember that poem that you inspired me to write called ” Campfire Stories” …. you know the one about flatuant wind :-)…. that should put a smile on your face πŸ™‚

        You bet jdiggins nothing is as refreshing as a long trail ride in the mountain air….

        Have a great night my friend… see ya

          • Truth be told my friend, my nickname was Tooter. No joke. My dad stenciled it on everything he made me. Tooter’s Teeter Totter, Tooter’s Workbench, etc.
            I love (d) beans. πŸ˜‰

          • Sounds like you came by the nickname honest jdiggins… πŸ™‚ so my campfire poem fits ya perfect… see, I knew what I was penning… have a great night my friend… see ya

      • I’m glad you enjoy my words pdenver, just knowing that makes my penning worthwhile… you guys keep me going…thank you my friend…. have a great night pdenver…… until next time… see ya

  16. ” Placid Lake ”

    When standing near a placid lake,

    The mind can drift away.

    Winds subside and calms the wake,

    Of waters back in the day.

    Life is memories, making more,

    Slow down your hurried pace.

    Down beside a peaceful shore,

    Only then you’ll know this place.

    Then upon this mirrored lake,

    Can you see your distant past ?

    You see the life you make,

    See reflections in the glass.

    Your hourglass is heavy,

    True but don’t mistake.

    Reflection from the levy,

    Upon your placid lake.

    The sands will soon be gone,

    Calm your waters wake.

    Still your life upon,

    Waters of your placid lake….

    By: Focused

    P.s.- if you read down the first word of every sentence it says “When the winds of life slow down, only then can you see your true reflection upon the calm still waters”

    God bless… have a great day my friends….. until next time… see ya

    • Focused,
      So much to ponder here. Thanks for allowing me to reflect into your looking glass. My hindsight is, well, embarrassing if you catch my drift. You have a great.

      • Good morning strawshadow…… with this poem I just wanted to say, make great life memories so that someday when looking back on them a person would enjoy them……

        Strawshadow, I’m with ya, some of my hindsight is embarrassing too πŸ™‚

        Have a great day my friend…… see ya

    • What a lovely piece Focused.
      We each have our own hourglass, and I fear that mine may
      be running low on sand, but the precious memories I have made, and am making, and yes, have yet to make are so precious. Thanks for reminding me of these memories. JDA

      • Your welcome JDA and thank you…… just flip your hourglass over JDA and make many more memories my friend….
        Have a great day…..see ya πŸ™‚

      • Thanks jdiggins πŸ™‚ remember smiles are free ….. have yourself a great evening my friend.. until next time.. seeeee ya πŸ™‚

        • I thank you my friend. Though, I believe it is not I who needs glasses anymore, rather my partner. It’s definitely cold when your only company thinks ur nuts. Kinda hard being the only one believing in me. I’m used to it, but geez…
          My only human contact is reliant on spotty reception.
          I’m blessed to have you, and others here though! πŸ™‚

          • Your not the only one believing in you jdiggins…. I believe in you my friend πŸ™‚

            As far as spotty reception, I have the same problem here…

            Hang in there jdiggins, tomorrow is a new day ..

            Have a great night… until next time… see ya

          • Jdiggins – stop being so silly!

            you have more fans (who believe in you) than you may readily identify. and even if ‘spotty reception’ is your best reception, then it would still (easily) suffice in supporting my ‘lotsa fans’ statement
            – albeit, quiet fans like me
            πŸ™‚

  17. A strange thing happened to me,
    On my way to Yesterday.
    It was the day before.
    Maybe it was a Saturday?
    If it happened today,
    I would remember the day.
    Anyway, it wasn’t today.
    It wasn’t Yesterday.
    I can’t remember the day.
    Was it a Tuesday?
    I know it happened on my way to Yesterday.
    A strange thing happened!
    But I can’t remember the day.
    Anyway….

  18. Double Koru

    Best friends are close,
    But not too close.
    Back to back they thrive,
    And face to face too.
    If you look really close,
    You will see the double koru.

    23kachinas

  19. ” HE ”

    He came into this world, to die for you and me,

    Causing lame to walk, causing blind to see.

    He walked throughout the desert, roaming town to town,

    Speaking words from heaven, in a lengthy woven gown.

    Followed by believers, to hear his mighty voice,

    He said we have a home, that’s if we make the choice.

    Through him a door is open, to a home as white as snow,

    Large enough for all, who choose they want to go.

    As he gained attention, word spread throughout the land,

    Some they turned against him, this new messiah man.

    In anger caught and bound him, and beat him with their whips,

    Through the blood and torture, only grace fell from his lips.

    They nailed him to a cross, to prove to every man,

    That they would not accept, righteous in their land.

    His blood was dark and red, with thorns around his head,

    Believers knelt and prayed, for their messiah now was dead.

    They placed him in a tomb, and sealed it with a stone,

    Guarded by some soldiers, who were pacing to and from.

    Three days slowly passed, the stone was rolled away,

    Just to find a robe, there where messiah laid.

    Soldiers hit their knees, for they knew his words were true,

    He open up a door, to a home for me and you.

    From that day on his love, spread throughout the lands,

    He was a true messiah, with healing in his hands.

    Many came with baskets, with fruit and special things,

    And left them at the tomb, an offering to their king.

    My friends please don’t forget, how “HE” has paved the way,

    Enjoy your time with family, on this awesome Easter Day …….

    By: Focused

    P.s. – I just wanted say Happy Easter to everyone….. until next time…
    see ya my friends…

  20. Thank you Focused. Happy Easter to all the dreamers out there.

    Never give up on the big picture of your beautiful life and what it means to live it well for others.

    • Your welcome 23kachinas….your words are very true my friend. Happy Easter to you and your family… until next time… see ya

  21. How much more can one man give
    to settle up a score
    Is it not enough, all he has
    surely he can do more
    At the end of the day
    what must he pay
    For each of us to say
    “It is finished”
    Now let us pray

    • Wow! Very good penning Treader.. thank you for your words my friend… I enjoyed them…have a great night… until next time…see ya

        • Your welcome…and thank you for those kind words… I’m glad you like my penning… just knowing you appreciate my words make it worthwhile to me….. as long as others enjoy them I’ll continue…

          Again thank you for yours….. see ya my friend

  22. “Forgive”

    Our journey is not measured, by what we see, but feel,

    It’s sought within the solitude, alone, quiet and still.

    Within a hearts forgiveness, sown for only then,

    A journey in yourself, to rise from deep within.

    Theres a magic in the silence, a healing, kinda sorts,

    Locked within your fortress, your lonely solemn fort.

    Breech the walls around it, escape and start to live,

    Escape into the solitude, forgive, forgive, forgive…….

    By: Focused

    P.s.- find your solitude my friends……. until next time….see ya

  23. This isn’t a poem but I entertain myselves.

    A chat with myselves:
    Where do you go after a day?
    I go to the Poetry Page XII of course,
    There’s something for everyone,
    There’s dventure, glory, beauty, heartache
    And funnies. And gory?
    But, isn’t that a very inclusive society?
    Why, yes it is thank you for asking,
    There’s something for every single one.
    What about the doubles, something for them?
    Yes, they stop by occasionally.
    And the triples, the sixies, the twelvsies?
    Ummm, I don’t know about the twelvsies,
    Are they from Texas? Perhaps?
    Or, are they the Fourth-heensies?
    The thirt-tweensies?
    Shut up, I’m reading Poetry Page XII.

  24. Through My Eyes
    By Brian Chenier

    You don’t know me or what I’ve done
    You don’t care where I’m from
    So I have a question for you
    Why do you judge me the way you do

    I wonder what it is you see
    Every day as you pass by me
    What’s on your mind, and in you head
    Looking at me on my cardboard bed

    All I have left in this world is here
    But all you see are the cans of beer
    You try not to look or stare
    But I see your eyes, I see the glare

    The disgust I see it in your face
    As if it’s me that’s a disgrace
    But if you knew what I’d done
    That look might be a different one

    You go to work all clean and shaved
    On a street of gold that’s nicely paved
    But you have sent me off to fight
    Without a care for my future plight

    The drugs and beer, the homelessness
    The disheveled look and the tiredness
    None of that is a choice I’ve made
    I was a soldier of the highest grade

    You don’t see that, you don’t care
    Why should you, life isn’t fair
    I don’t want pity, especially yours
    But spare a thought for those that fight your wars

    Note: This poem is exactly as I saw it online.

    • Beautifully stated. How many are guilty of those stares, not knowing the price that was paid by the man or woman, now homeless, probably mentally scarred, from fighting for the freedoms we all enjoy. Look inside the person, not AT the person in need. JDa

  25. Sky Chaser

    Give me the Sky,
    I know what it needs,
    It’s only meant to be free.

    You shouldn’t want to own the Sky,
    If you try you will only make it cry.
    That is why it rains, while it’s running away.

    The free will never disagree with me.
    They will only disagree with you.
    Go find your piece of Sky that money can’t buy.

    23kachinas

  26. titled bury me with my boots on
    bury me with my boots on so i can walk away
    I found a land of treasure upon this earth where i cant stay but I will stand for glory all along the way for it is the good in all that i will walk twords
    I can only hope in the here after they will except me with my boots on as i walk the road unknown i guess if i get kicked out i will at least have my boots on just my way of escaping the norm. have a good day to all word smiths. Jb ad titan.

  27. Just having fun, its been awhile.

    It was said the shadow knows,
    By the warm sun he is exposed,
    Sly and witty is the fox of note,
    Sad his beauty ends with a coat.
    Please dont get me wrong,
    You are the voice of my song
    And high above the wings of birds,
    Shall the maiden of the Opera be herd.
    With a little soap and bubbles spray,
    Clean the slate between friends I pray.

  28. “An Exercise in Patience”
    by Blex

    The winter’s snows, they slowly melt,
    inch by inch, day by day,
    it won’t be long before summer is felt,
    and all the snow has gone away.

    SNOWSTORM!!!! BWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! MORE SNOW!!!!
    COVERING THE GROUND ONCE AGAIN WITH WHITE!!!
    AND LOOK THE FORECAST CALLS FOR MORE TONIGHT!!!!
    BWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

    The winter’s snows, again they melt,
    inch by inch, day by d….

    ANOTHER SNOWSTORM!!!! BWWWWWWWWAAAHHHHHH!!!
    MORE SNOW FOR YOU!!!! AND HERE, IT’S SPRING!!!!
    WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED SUCH A TRAGIC THING?!!! BWWWWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

    The winter’s snows, once more they m….

    BWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
    MORE SPRING SNOW!!!! SO LATE THIS YEAR!!!!
    A FEW MORE INCHES? YOU GOT IT! HERE!!!!
    BWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!

    The win….

    BWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
    BWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
    BWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
    BWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!

    ….?

    …..

    Um, hello?

    ….

    Ah! Ok, then! *ahem*….
    The winter’s snows, they finally melt,
    inch by inch, d….

    FOOLED YOU!!! BWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
    BWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
    SNOW, SNOW, SNOW!!!! ALL THE SNOW IN THE UNIVERSE FALLING DOWN ON YOUR SEARCH AREA FOREVER AND EVER!!!! BWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
    BWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

    (Ah, @#&$%@$#&! Just forget it!)

  29. Yo ho, yo ho, a searcher’s life for me.
    We analyze, research, bicker, and blog,
    Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho.
    We look under rocks, and every crevice and log,
    Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho.

    Yo ho, yo ho, a searcher’s life for me.
    We Google all night and in the day hunt the blaze,
    Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho.
    We look up creeks and down canyons, we marvel and gaze,
    Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho.

    Yo ho, yo ho, a searcher’s life for me.
    We harass, interrogate and bug Mr Fenn,
    Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho.
    But he just says “read my poem once again!”,
    Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho.

    • randawg,

      You’re having too much fun… πŸ™‚ Enjoyed the poem.

      Just one question (yes I’m feeling dumb on this one). What do you mean by ‘Drink up me ‘earties’?

      I’m drinking a “Moose Drool” from Missoula , Mt (Big Sky Brewing Co.) but I feel like a traitor… I should be drinking a Rio Grande brew or a Santa Fe brew, or a Duel brew. πŸ™‚

  30. I started this book in a Poem . It’s a old from of writing that I am trying to bring into the modern age . I have no idea how to be a writer , so instead I write my thoughts instead. I hope you will like it . And please comment on this.

    Whispering winds of faded times past ,the trees’, the seas’ , the life , kept in the keep safe of our minds. The very place where we keep the secrets of our hearts heart. O still is mine heart , and silent mine ear, the listenings of the worlds embolden music appears. Boldn in crimsons tapered coat of courage gleams through the peering morning light , to eye …
    to sight … shining bright for all . Is it not for the brightness of ones light that each day brings new adventures of Navigating our vessel in colors of life. Painted by freedoms brush ; walk the fields of golden rye to edge of it and look to see the plains meet the mountains of knowledge while the rivers of wisdom ever flowing waters in which we all wish to drink from ..

    Written by
    Mr.D
    Mike

      • Hi pdenver

        Thanks for the reply . I started a book a few months ago , but I have other ideas all the time . I awoke one night a nd started writing this . Thanks again . =)

  31. Ex-Tenebris-Lux

    Will they ever set free their light ,

    Sitting high perched looking,
    Watching them go by .

    As we watch and meagerly fly by .

    Set free their sight,
    make way , safe flight
    to save ,
    Those caught in the night .

    Our will we set by and watch
    as evil wins the fight ?

    Einstein said once
    ” The world will not be destroyed by evil doers
    but by those who stand and watch ”
    Shakespeare asked a question , “To be or not to be ”
    Now that is the question is it not?

    God bless each and every one of you
    may his grace find your hearts and minds. Through the true light
    Jesus Christ.

    In love,
    Mr.D and Heather

  32. Shakespeare’s Love
    Time chimes and hands tickly move
    to find the one called the fool
    He sits shaded under a trees
    Hoping that all will look and see
    Whats in the book
    that keeps him a nook
    Behind the wood,
    will anyone come to look
    to see the spectacle he’s become
    A fool to love life’s very touch
    He’s dressed a clown
    and trows a frown
    But truth to be
    He is as wise as a tree
    Toils in time that passes by
    Wanders everywhere in his own mind
    To find a treasure left for all
    Cold and silent dose it call
    3 times chimed herd the ring
    Coming from the woods
    As He see’s the swing
    Pounded and perfected the mettle be
    Only the Adler can really see .
    Shakespeare always sat by a tree.

    Hope you like and comment .
    I have been writing these a lot lately…
    Who knows maybe I was supposed to be a poet
    or maybe something even better then that. =)

    Thanks Forrest for teaching me how to .

    Mr.D and Heather
    God bless you all.

  33. Sacred Hoop

    I walked into a tattoo shop,
    And asked for the Sacred Hoop.
    I showed the artist a picture.
    He’d seen it all before.

    I’d like to include the Om symbol, lotus flower.
    Because the East is where I once lived.
    I’d also like to include white, yellow, red, black.
    Because the West is where I once lived.

    I put a deposit down on his effort.
    I returned a week later and I was so pleased.
    He made the feathers better than I imagined.
    And added turquoise which made me smile.

    You can only have half a dream alone.
    It takes others to make a whole one.
    The artist even found a way to make my 3, 6 and 9 idea work.
    Now I wear it proudly upon my shoulder as a reminder.

    23kachinas

  34. Middle Aged Woman

    I thought I’d never hear the words put together that way.
    And then I did and it hurt so much.
    But just a for an hour because I am…
    A Middle Aged Woman.

    In this place you turn the corners,
    Faster and with great ease.
    In this place words roll off you,
    Like a bullet proof vest you don’t even have to put on.

    And friends, the ones that matter stay,
    And those that won’t make a lot of noise and then fall silent like forever Winter so you can tell the temperature of their heart.
    It’s really not so bad. You just have to know…

    That you can always rebuild anew.

    23kachinas

    * I dedicate this poem anyone that has experienced loosing a best friend.

  35. 23Kachinas
    Thank You.
    you encourage me to move forward
    with a better life.
    I enjoyed your words
    not easy for me to rebuild anew,
    the ones that matter to me have passed on.

    Zenden

  36. imagined breeze on morning face, astride imagined horse,
    i strive to spy prairies too wide for painted eyes,
    too long for ears to hear,
    too deep to ever know the want to ever see
    through imagined mind and quiet speech.

    Her vast, spelt out before imagined sight,
    i brave a face through nerves of meek,
    encompassed by Her whole surround,
    astonished by imagined peaks
    of places never thought to ever dare to dream to seek

    saddle slung, stirrups measured, compass set,
    i glide astride imagined horse of 18 high and soft discourse,
    to sight aside imagined course, a gentle man of great repoire,
    a man beside my side of moral compass north of north,
    in saddle firm and feather tall

    with path beneath imagined hooves, flat cantered plains in layered wait,
    blue prairie sage beneath light packs, we set to seek adventures sought,
    entangled by imagined fate.

    through bantered speech, in settled seats,
    we stride to carry fore imagined lore,
    enchanted by the sway of ever gentle gait.

    hope ya well nikan πŸ™‚

    • thanks pdenver – haven’t heard from Focused lately, so hope he’s ok

      fingers-crossed he’s galavanting around the Rockies on another one of his infamous and adventurous horse-treks though πŸ™‚

      • You’re welcome. I concur. I remember he spoke about riding, but I don’t recall if he mentioned when. I’m sure he’s enjoying his adventures.

      • Zenden

        next time we ride into the Rockies, you’re def welcome to join our new top secret posse of highly anonymous rascals, who shall never be named no matter what
        (so far there’s pdenver, Focused & me, btw πŸ™‚ )

        we’re gunna buy some Zoro-masks and everything
        – it’ll be fun πŸ™‚

        • curious hobbit
          Thank you for the invite to the Rockies,
          don’t forget the saddle bags for the gold.
          I loved your poem.
          ( Zoro masks,, yes, ok,, no one will know who we are.)

          zenden

        • invite Zenden to the Rockies – tick
          saddle-bags for the gold – tick
          highly anon Zoro-masks – tick
          no-one will know who we are – ….

          ( ..ummm ..i’m pretty sure that pdenver might def probably ‘spill the beans’ tbh – as per usual πŸ™‚ )

  37. life on the string looking for the eye of the needle hoping that what we become in life is knot resembling the strength to carry us through. these words were deep in my mind this morning have a good day i think i will jump in the barrel and hide for a while

    • Jeff, you should jump on the barrel, not in it. Unless, of course, you filled up the barrel with something good like chocolate or nacho cheese stuff. Don’t hide, we love your words. I think anyone who writes words on this poetry page is brave, there are so many, 23Kachinas, Focused, Hobbit, Will, pdenver, just to name a few, and now you. In my book that’s really great.

    • i like your comment Jeff, and feel we all need a sturdy barrel to refresh our sense of sanity on occasion – esp given that the string doesn’t seem to be getting any stronger, in this modern era

      so if ya ever need a barrel Jeff, but can’t find one, just contact Sparrow immediately ( ..he owns several dozen of them!)

      keep ya chin up mate πŸ™‚

  38. Moon VoC

    What do you know about the void of course?
    Nothing at all was clear to me.
    So I studied Horary a little and found,
    It’s the space when the moon is between signs.

    Today we go from Cancer to Leo,
    From 1:23 am PST to 9:13 pm PST,
    They say don’t make big decisions,
    But I’m not listening.

    If you can’t play with the Cosmos,
    Then why are we here?
    Just to pay bills and survive year after year?
    I’ve decided in advance to have some fun.

    23kachinas

  39. ” Navajo Pride ”

    In the year of 1560, in a quite and solemn place,

    There sat a lonely Navajo, with sun rays on his face.

    It shines upon the wrinkles, created by the years,

    Reflecting back a twinkle, caused by olden tears.

    For many years he’s walked, upon this precious sod,

    And now he sits in peace, communing with his God .

    His legs are very tired, his breathing soft and weak,

    A softness in his voice, though he can hardly speak.

    He hears off in the distant, the children as they play,

    A place that he called home, before he walked away.

    Not ever to return, he left and took his pride,

    And found a special crevice, to which he crawled inside.

    It’s facing to the east, to catch the morning rays,

    So he can feel the warmth, within his final days.

    His wait is finally over, the time has quickly came,

    His God is speaking to him, and softly calls his name.

    He leans back in a crevice, and looks up to the sky,

    That is when he seen it, his spirit start to fly.

    Faintly in his ears, he hears a voice again,

    Calling him to a home, that God has built for him……….

    By: Focused

    P.s.- times were tough for the native Indians….. but they lived with a
    Dignity and pride that seems to be lacking more and more as the years pass.

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

      • Thanks pdenver, been busy around here lately…it’s good to know I was missed…. πŸ™‚ have yourself a great day pdenver… see ya my friend ……

        • Love your poem Focused. It’s been busy here as well. There is much poetry to catch up on and I will do my best to read back. Happy day.

          • Thanks CindyM , I’m glad you liked it…. I’m on Santa fe right now with horses , so my penning has slowed down… have a great night my friend…..see ya

    • Dying, I suspect will not be easy, but to face it with dignity, I deem crucial. You have depicted this beautifully. Thanks for sharing. JDA

    • I’m honored to read your words, my friend.

      You have such a gift, thank you for sharing it with us.
      You are always missed when you’re away!
      Until next time I get a signal…lol…
      Xo

      • I’m glad you enjoy my words jdiggins… πŸ™‚ thank you for the kind comment… I hope your signal stays strong…. have a great evening my friend… until next time..see ya

    • Amazed to hear your words, Focused!

      You have something in your heart that is very special!

      Thanks for sharing and may your days be great, friend! πŸ™‚

      • Amazed to hear your kind comment specialklr… πŸ™‚ yes, even though my heart has been through the mill there will always be a special beat mixed in its rhythm….your welcome specialklr…see ya my friend

    • Focused:
      When you and your intuitional wisdom sing to so many lives on here with your poetry, life is good.
      I’m happy that your doing fine.
      when all is done and treasure found..
      everyone here on this page, will remember everyone.
      I copy and save many many poems on here,
      & read them to my grandson.
      yes, life is good.

      Zenden

      • Thanks Zenden… I’m glad you like my words. Yes you are right ” life is good “….
        There’s a lot of great poetry written on this page by some very talented people. I feel lucky that I can mingle among them…

        I don’t know if you read any of my poems to your grandson but just for you “and him” my next one I write will be for you both…k

        Have a great night Zenden….until next time..see ya πŸ™‚

        • Focused:
          yes you are among the many.
          and thank you for the offer of a poem .
          you’ll make grandma’s grandchild smile.

          Zenden

    • very cool poem Focused – & glad to hear you’re ok

      ( ..pdenver was worried about you πŸ™‚ )

        • Why thanks pdenver…. πŸ™‚ just knowing I’m worth a prayer means a lot …. now curious hobbit probably grilled hamburgers on the beach for me…. have a good night my friend …..see ya

          • Our friend was just as worried. Look at his comment from a few days ago.

            Have a good night, my friend.

        • Pdenver… forget my first post..I didn’t read your comment to curious hobbit before I posted…my bad… knowing that you worried about me tells me you really are a true friend… thank you again…. see ya

      • Curious hobbit,
        I’m glad you liked it… yes everything is ok here….

        (As far as pdenver, I bet she didn’t lose to much sleep over it πŸ™‚ )

        Good to hear from ya nikan… have a great night ( or day ) which ever your having right now over there in never land…lol

        Until next time… see ya

  40. Focused,

    The depth of your words again reach out to touch the very essence of this soul, and quite likely a multitude of many , many more.

    Grateful.

    SLF

    • liked! πŸ™‚

      btw SL, i think you may have accidentally forgotten to pay this years ‘Hobbits-massive-fan-club’ annual fees – i sent you the bill six months ago (?)

      oh wait, don’t tell me ..’the cheque’s in the mail’ ..right?

      (jeez.. if only i had $1 for.. well, you know πŸ™‚ )

    • wait! …hold the press! – i just received SL’s cheque for $4000
      (monthly fee) subscription yesterday, coincidentally, so….

      (ya bumper-sticker & ‘massive-fan’ tee-shirt’s in the mail SL …jus so ya know πŸ™‚ )

      (oh ..& i wisely included a ‘return to sender’ addy – jus in case)
      πŸ™‚

      • oh joy …thanks for askin’ pdenver πŸ™‚

        so far my annual six-monthly grand total of ‘massively-hysterical hobbit fan-base’ groupies, totals 1 (one)
        ( ..including SL )

        ..i mean, ‘one’ is lots (in binary numercology) fyi! πŸ˜›

  41. SL , I’m glad you could feel the depth of my words….
    “Dignity and pride cannot be purchased, it comes from within…”

    Enjoyou your evening SL and thank you…
    Until next time…see ya

  42. ABOUT TIME

    It’s about time, but not being in a hurry.
    There are sunsets and sunrises that wait,
    And some that you’ll never see.
    Read the rest if you don’t believe me…

    What I’ve learned about time,
    Is that it’s important to me.
    You may feel the same with each passing day?
    Friends keep them close, come what May.

    Lovers don’t complain,
    They live to inspire you.
    Criticizing is a job for X’s and All of their Crew.
    In that space time doesn’t matter anymore.

    Count down your time,
    Do what you must.
    Pandora awaits with All of her Trust.
    In a World You can be anything, Be Kind as You must.

    23kachinas

  43. ” Grandma ”

    As me and grandma stroll along,

    In shortened stride we sing a song.

    Hand in hand , my life is good,

    Upon a trail , deep in the woods.

    The woods are quiet, the wind is still,

    We notice something, upon a hill.

    While staring through, a gentle fog,

    We stop to rest, upon a log.

    Grandma turns and says to me,

    “You wanna go up there and see?”

    And with a nod, I say “I do”,

    ” You lead the way, I’ll follow you.”

    As we climb the foggy rise,

    Suspense it quickly , fills our eyes.

    Then grandma turns and looks at me,

    Amazed at what we both now see.

    Ruins from a distant time,

    Covered by, the green of vines.

    Hand in hand we look around,

    Through the leaves, upon the ground.

    Then I seen it, just sitting there,

    Me and grandma, stop and stare.

    An ancient pot, was made of clay,

    Left there from, an ancient day.

    Inside the pot , upon the ground,

    Amazed what me and grandma found.

    A necklace made of turquoise beads,

    Just waiting for a boy like me.

    Grandma says, ” “the treasures mine”,

    ” You found it midst these covered vines”.

    As we leave the foggy hill,

    I can’t explain, just how I feel.

    To find a treasure, that ancients hid,

    I sure am one , but lucky kid.

    Two treasures I have, the stories I’ll tell,

    The other is grandma, with me on the trail………

    By: Focused

    P.s.- Zenden, I told you my next poem would be for you and your grandson… I hope you both like it…. have a great day Zenden…. until next time…. see ya πŸ™‚

        • Thanks for the “wow” JDA… im glad you could see the painting….. remember, our most valuable treasures are right beside us…. have a great day JDA…. see ya my friend πŸ™‚

      • Thanks pdenver… I’m glad you liked it… Zenden said she reads poems from here to her grandson at bedtime…. I just thought this would be a good way to go to sleep for him……
        Have a great day my friend…..until next time… see ya πŸ™‚

    • Focused:
      Amazing,
      thank you so much for this .
      I love it..
      I can’t explain just how I feel.
      my grandson will cherish this poem for his very own.
      he is our only grandson .
      he is our treasure.
      I will copy and frame it ,and put it on his bedroom wall.

      Zenden

      • Zenden, I’m glad you like it… no explanation needed…. print it and give it to him and tell him it’s a constant reminder of him and grandma’s little adventure….
        Yes, grandchildren are a treasure themselves… enjoy every moment with him….

        P.s.- after reading it at bedtime, don’t forget “sweet dreams”…. this poem should kickstart him into a good one… πŸ™‚

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

        • Focused
          yes good dreams
          will also kickstart a good tomorrow.

          I liked what strawshadow said
          ( A beautiful day is Focused in thought )
          thank you again
          Zenden

    • Your very welcome strawshadow……. sometimes the greatest rewards come in the smallest ways…

      Like Forrest has said (paraphrasing) ” if I cannot make someone’s day better when passing my view, then I have wasted my turn”…..

      Thank you strawshadow for your kind comment.. have a great day…. until next time… see ya my friend.. πŸ™‚

      • Strawshadow,
        Food for thought….

        If we can create 1 smile for someone every day and live to be 80 years old, that would equal 29,200 smiles…. that to me means our time was not wasted….. πŸ™‚

        Have a great day strawshadow… see ya

  44. ” A Note To Cancer ”

    You came into my body, not welcomed here at all ,

    I did not ask for you to come , for you I did not call.

    Since your here , you must be warned , God is on my side,

    There’s no place in my body, that you can run and hide.

    Let’s not waste a minute more , lets get this battle started ,

    For I have not a tender soul , nor am I tender hearted.

    I’m not fighting just for me , I’ll fight for many more,

    Who’s lives you slowly crept into, I’ll even up the score.

    Through the many harden months , with you I have fought,

    Not willing to give in to you, the victory that I sought.

    My strength , faith and love of life , grows stronger every day,

    Some day I’ll be rid of you , I bow my head and pray.

    I see your getting weaker now , my victories almost here,

    Just to know your evil’s gone, I know I’m gonna cheer.

    You have taken many lives, many that I know,

    Now it’s time for you to die , time for you to go.

    I just received the grandest news, my doctor he did say,

    That you have left my body, died and went away.

    I drop my head, close my eyes , β€œThank you God” I say,

    For helping me with my battle , and with me all the way.

    Many now are fighting , with the evils that I tell,

    Fight with every ounce in you , and send ” CANCER ”

    Straight to Hell…………….

    By Focused

    I dedicate this to everyone fighting their battle…..
    Stay strong , keep faith….. God bless

    Strawshadow, this poem is for your friend …. My prayers are with him… See ya

    • Your poem should be hung in the hospital wings across America for those who are fighting cancer. Very inspirational, my friend.

      • Thanks pdenver, I’m honored you feel that way about my words….. many are fighting their battle…. and the battle can be won….
        Thanks again pdenver…. see ya my friend

        • You’re welcome, Focused. Those fighting the battle are true warriors, with great strength and determination to win.

    • Beautiful Focused, I will share it with him. You my friend are a very special kind of person. I’m sure he will appreciate and treasure every word. Thank You and everyone else for they’re support.

      • Thank you strawshadow…. I’m glad you liked it… I hope he likes it too……tell him to stay strong, keep faith and ….. my prayers are with him… thank you for your kind comment… see ya my friend……

    • There are several folks that I know who are fighting this battle. Your words are great encouragement!

      Thank you, Focused! πŸ™‚

      • Your welcome specialklr ….. my prayers are with them too, that they may win the battle…. take care my friend…. see ya

    • Focused – when my Grandmother Esther was dying of Cancer in 1988 she said to my mother “Not enough love.” I think she knew more about her cancer than the doctors that gave her high doses of estrogen to put off menopause.

      • 23kachinas, your grandmother sounds like she was a wise woman…. now I know where you get it from… πŸ™‚
        She was right, there is not enough love in the world now days…. have a great night my friend… see ya

    • Focused:
      Very moving poem,
      We lost a family member to cancer.
      he was very optimistic
      even when he knew it was not going to be a good outcome.
      he was optimistic for us., so we wouldn’t worry.

      Zenden

      • Zenden, sounds like your family member was a very strong person…. even in the end was caring about others….. maybe there is a lesson here for all of us, not to be selfish….
        I hope everything is ok with you now.. I’m glad you liked my words… have a great day my friend….. see ya

        • Focused
          yes , everything is ok with us now,
          good memorys of him help the pain fade.
          he is looking down on us now and would like to slap us on the head and say ,,
          hey…. I am free now , and your still there.

          zenden

    • Beautiful words, We all know someone with cancer , or have lost someone to it. Prayers for all fighting this ugly thing and for their loved ones. Faith can heal anything . In Jesus name I ask you Father to send down your Blessings on all fighting cancer and heal them and the hearts of their Loved ones as they suffer also , Give them strength to carry on , Let their burdens become yours . Father I ask take their pain away and rid this world of cancer , Let Faith heal them. In Jesus name I pray Amen Keep your Faith he hears you …God Bless all

    • Thank you for the link, curious hobbit. I have not heard of this artist, but I do like his song and how he plays the guitar.

    • Thanks curious hobbit…. I couldn’t watch the video…. it may be my service or something?
      But I’ll take pdenver’s word on it…. I’m sure it was good….

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

  45. “Mom”

    In the lush green gardens,
    of red roses and peonies.
    A small table laid with lace,
    dainty china and teapot.
    Surrounded by skies of pink and blue,
    as it slowly fades away.
    Taking my place at the table,
    and pour a cup of tea.
    Looking up into the heavens,
    lifting the dainty cup,
    whispering, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom”
    “I love you very much.”

    • Wow… great penning pdenver… I could see everything in your words…. I’m sure your a reflection of you mom…. she must have been a gentle kind woman….. I’m know she loves your mothers day tea….

      Have a great day…. see ya my friend

        • I am the greatest writer, who never wrote.
          I am the greatest speaker, who never spoke.
          Trapped in a well of despair and doubt,
          Waiting for someone to throw a rope.

          opinion mine.

          • I’ll throw you a rope dodo bird …. πŸ™‚ I can’t let the “greatest” stay in dispair…… good job my friend.. I enjoyed that…. until next time… see ya

          • I like your poem, dodo bird.

            Focused, you’re such a nice guy to help dodo bird.

  46. I wrote this about 20 years ago for my mom, may she forever RIP.
    She passed from cancer 1/10/2014

    I love you mom
    Just because
    You’re the best mom
    There ever was
    You are to me
    What I hope to be
    To my own
    And I hope you see
    That together, we
    Will never be alone
    Cause you have me, my praise
    And I have you, as always
    For every wrong I’ve done
    You’ve turned away from none
    For all I’ve yet to be
    You still are there for me
    And, truthfully
    I love you mom
    Just because
    You’re the best mom
    There ever was

    • Thank you for the link SL, how very true…
      Happy Mother’s Day to all moms out there…..
      See ya my friends… πŸ™‚

    • Gosh SL, I can’t imagine. Thank you for the link. It reminded me of a time when my Mom confided in me that she had done the same for my sisters and me.

  47. Wow, thanks guys.
    pdenver, sl, it’s hard to lose momma, but it’s true, she’s always with you.
    Thanks for the mothers day wishes. My youngest, Lil hunter, bought me roses and cheesecake, we kayaker, canned and fished and it was a beautiful day at Lake Mendocino.
    Focused, I’m glad you are well, thank you, too.
    Until next time…my friend(s)…see ya. πŸ™‚

  48. “melody”

    The winds of time gently blow, life’s chime it plays a tune,

    A melody a heart must play, beneath a lifelong moon.

    In the sounds of ringing years, all notes they join as one,

    Until the winds they softly fade, and your melody is done.

    Then deaf upon the present ears, your volume turned to none,

    Your soul embraced by lovely tunes, your journeys just begun.

    In flight amongst the pillow clouds, a journey to home anew,

    To share a lifelong melody, the tunes you bring with you.

    Delighted in your journeys end, pure gates of solid gold,

    Enter with your melody, for eternity be holds.

    The angels chorus playing, your melody joins them,

    In joyful sounds of heaven , your soul goes drifting in………

    By: Focused

    P.s- enjoy life’s melody my friends….. until next time…. see ya

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