Poetry Page XVI…

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The chase certainly has inspired some great poetry…

Here is page xiv 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

Tenth Page is HERE

Eleventh Page is HERE

Twelfth Page is HERE

Thirteenth Page is HERE

Fourteenth Page is HERE

Fifteenth Page is HERE

Thanks

dal…

185 thoughts on “Poetry Page XVI…

  1. A Poem
    to you a man did
    handeth,
    saying look down on where you
    standeth.
    I give you a Trove
    he said by Jove
    if you can
    understandeth….

  2. As I snuggle into my bed so fine
    And start to close my eyes,
    I start to recite the poem by line,
    And quickly I do rise.

    I begin to toss and turn in bed
    Saying each line by heart,
    Not long, but within my head.
    The rambling begins to start.

    From there it’s a place for the live,
    The morning is ever drawing nigh;
    There’ll be much coffee for my drive,
    Through heavy trucks and cars going by.

    If I’ve been wise and stopped this craze,
    Lay quickly down, my head to rest,
    But hurry quickly with speedy ways,
    Off to sleep my brain needs best.

    So why is it that I cant rest
    And my wife is snoring like a bull?
    Then I remember it’s Forrest’s chest,
    Now I’m tired, with a day that’s full.

    Sitting at my work computer,
    I’m scanning maps, archives, and all.
    I quickly minimize when the boss comes over
    So I don’t get canned and have to bawl.

  3. I once dreamed to far off places and things
    But always today asked for all I had
    So I did what I must as the reasonable deems
    Even though my eyes grew tired and sad
    As months stretched to years and my sentence grew
    My vision became short and dim
    My life was cell and I hardly knew
    A way that I could possibly win
    But a poem made a spark and that spark turned to blaze
    My thoughts awoke to be free
    My lot was not set for the rest of my days
    And I wanted to be more than just me
    The fire in my eyes burns brightly now
    As I ready myself for the quest
    My focus is trained on exactly how
    I can come home with that chest.

  4. Better for it, a poem by LL.

    Some say there is no treasure,
    They say it is all fake.
    To them I say believe what you must,
    The worthy will partake.

    Some have searched high and searched low,
    Few have not made it back.
    I say my prayers for those who fell,
    And their families stay on track.

    This hunt has brought me a lot of joy,
    And taken me places a far.
    I’ve grown closer to my wife and kids,
    When we wish upon a star.

    This trek is more than just a hunt,
    People should try and understand.
    It’s not about the riches of gold,
    But being a better man.

    It’s about becoming one with the land,
    And preserving our Earth so dear.
    Do your part to preserve the wild,
    For future generations to be near.

    It’s not about the fame or glory,
    Or even being first to the race.
    Just use your smarts and imagination,
    It’s all about the thrill of the chase.

  5. Oh the peacock struts with a fanciful solve
    Saying all the world look at me
    Swirling thoughts that will never evolve
    And clues that simply can not be
    He struts and screams with a terrible might
    His genius is full on display
    The solution cant possibly be right
    We all wish he’d go away.

  6. lines are Quickly Drawing Nigh /blood runs as Warm Water /can I stand the storms center and lead from the front / when the time comes to be Brave how will I be/ Meek or Bold / when It Begins how will I Answer/I Already Know

  7. Poets and wordsmiths have all done their best
    None of it leading them closer to their quest
    Searching on maps that are modern, ancient, or old
    Can lead one to treasure if you are insightful, brilliant and bold

    The author it is said will let your own words run you astray
    Making a long walk and your journey, take more than one day
    He was crafty and shrewd when he laid out the quest
    With a map and nine clues that are told lead to a chest

    This small chest is filled with some of his lifelong collection
    Shortcuts and guessing will not lead you to this bastion
    Opinions and ideas are posted on blogs far and wide
    Without boots on the ground, you’ll never discover his hide

    My solve has been thought out and developed over two years
    A rookie in some eyes, worthy only of jests and jeers
    Criticism and failure are fears I have not
    It is the challenge and the adventure that truly I have sought

    20,000 word autobiography in the chest he has said
    Along with some white hairs off the top of his head
    These written words in the treasure someday will be found
    Will enlighten us all as to why search clues were methodical and sound

    His life story from a young boy, till almost on deaths bed
    Was easy to read, but I feel many things were unsaid
    I’ve spent hours and days searching for additional clues
    And have discovered to find these riches, I must try and walk in his shoes

    I could talk for hours on how my life has unfolded
    Thinking they could be similar to his made me feel quite embolden
    Tarry scant did I wait with new thoughts and a plan
    Coming up with new solves as fast as I can

    Selection bias will blind searchers with solves that are thought out and with care
    Helped me come up with dozens of solves after stating what if it’s not there
    My search areas broadened when boots can’t be placed on the ground
    Establishing plans and the thought that this really can be found

    In September just days before putting boots on my feet
    An epiphany struck me and felt my solve was complete
    I searched for four days and treasure I found
    Just not what I was looking for, I’d gotten a little wet and not drowned

    Thoughts of posting my solve crossed my mind for other to ponder
    Had me double check reasoning, logical thoughts and then had me wonder
    I had convinced family and friends of my solve with my research and logic, that was clear
    Maybe I just walked past it… can’t post it, gunna try the same spot next year!

    Forrest Fenn I cussed your good name each day once of thrice
    The things I said, though in jest were not nice
    My thoughts take me back there, crystal clear with no haze
    If only I knew what the hell was a blaze

    • You put into words what every one of us has felt at one time or another.

      Nice Job!! Thanks for putting it out there – 🙂 JDA

    • Good penning David, I can relate to your words..lol 30 trips under my belt as of now.. with each trip I’ve learned that the mountains continue to call (louder and louder)….
      keep hammering the poem David and good luck to you. I hope you find what you seek… until next time.. see ya

  8. when I first started at the shoelace factory I was very excited and talkative it was far better than any previous job and I took that inner feeling and let it guide my physical efforts and that still holds true to this day however the ideas that I have about this or that are pretty much scoffed at and I realized that no matter how much you think you know somebody always knows more so I don’t talk much these days my attitude is still very good I just do my work like a good ghost it’s also possible that my ideas are as bad they say I will continue either way

    • Hang in there Hank, until the chest is found, every idea is possible (yours included)… I personally feel, it’s not about what we know, it’s aboit what we don’t know… IMO….
      Have a great day today Hank…. see ya my friend…

  9. I do not know the meaning of my time here or how the end will begin but have witnessed the stars pull to a pinpoint beyond the horizon and I was frightened to my core

      • fear is the best motivator there is and also guides decision making if the time comes when my inner feelings effect my actions I will never leave Home

        • Fear is a response to something (e.g., a stimulus, a thought…) but isn’t really the best tool to have in the shed (imo). For example, if you are going to be in a wreck it is best to completely relax which fear tends to cause ones muscles to tense up.

  10. When found this harbor long ago,
    Where oceans bounty of pearls did grow,
    Man and woman they would dive,
    To where the ocean bed held its prize.

    Wooden ships of sail from far away,
    Destiny brought a new nation to stay,
    Wood gave way to ships of steel,
    Home and harbor to their keel.

    A grand fleet of the Pacific sea,
    Pride of the Navy and land of the free.
    Defenders of freedom on water on land,
    Soldiers, Sailors, and Marines do stand!

    On the 7th day a mighty blow at dawn,
    Ships and harbor the enemies plan drawn,
    Their guns, planes, ships, our men did go,
    Lo torpedos and bombs sent many below.

    Remember the Arizona they gave their all,
    The magazine blew and she did fall,
    The Arizona still guards the harbors prize,
    Her crew who sleep on a bed of pearls.

    May we never forget freedom isn’t free.

  11. this canyon the last for me/ it has become my valley and there is no tomorrow here/the low tones of a ghost awoke me /swirling circling taunting/and then up through the wood with trees hissing / violent tremors and rolling rocks rain down / new jagged peaks push from below and align as venomous teeth on each side/ the belly of the canyon has me and I will be granted no favors/there is peace at the end / a new beginning to seek/ go boldly to a new Home

  12. BOLERO
    He near floated
    to his ride.
    A perfect 10
    thought Forrest Fenn,
    They will never find
    my hide! !
    Feeling as lite
    as an Irish Sprite,
    Michael Flatley’s got nothing
    on me!
    A Riverdance and gave
    a prance
    as he slid in and turned
    the key.

  13. I’ve spent my last $50 on a psychic reading. Yea sadly it’s come to this point for me.She feels something special about the date 6-14 -19 at 1328 and then said but don’t trip on them,whatever that means. I asked her if that is the date she sees me finding something special.No she says,you have a hard time finding your car keys most days.About the 8.25 miles north of Santa Fe she said
    the numbers 34567 belong with it. Now I’m broke and have additional riddles to think about; definitely not Wise.

  14. “Winter Home”

    In trance a lonely chipmunk stares, with ears trained up a ahead,

    Pausing from his chores of fall, preparing his winter bed.

    A noise within the forest, has broke the silent sound,

    His jaws clamped rather tightly, on a twig that he has found.

    In suspense he waits and listens, leaves fall from nearby trees,

    Until the danger passes, or until the noise he sees.

    Time it slowly passes, with no danger seen at all,

    He scurries to a rock slide, in the brisk winds of the fall.

    Time and time again, he goes down in the hole,

    A home it soon will be, when winter winds are cold.

    His chipmunk days are busy, his awareness stands alert,

    A few more trips with pine nuts, he knows it wouldn’t hurt.

    Winter in the mountains, then comes with no surprise,

    North winds start to blow, and snowflakes fill the sky.

    But one tiny little chipmunk, cares not the wind that blows,

    He’s nestled in the rockslide, all cozy in his hole…..

    By: Focused

    P.S- I’m wishing everyone a warm winter. Stay cozy my friends….. until next time… see ya

    • Lovely – Lovely my friend.

      Hope little Chipmunk stays warm through the winter –
      Perhaps we shall meet in the spring.

      Thanks for sharing – JDA

      • Thank you too JDA, I have seen the chipmunks many times working at a frantic pace, I’m sure they’ll stay warm…lol and I’m sure you’ll see them come spring… stay warm yourself JDA, I know your winters are much colder than mine…lol. Until next time.. see ya my friend

    • Definitely a beautiful poem without the chase and relevant to many with, definitely staying cozy (despite wearing shorts in 20 degree weather).

      • Thanks Idle Dreamer, I’m glad you liked it… SHORTS IN 20 DEGREE WEATHER! …. Geez, that makes me cold just thinking about it….lol… if I wore shorts then I would look like I was walking around on 2 blue popsicle sticks…lol … I’m kinda partial to my little fire…lol
        Thanks for the smile today Idle Dreamer, I needed that… stay cozy my friend… see ya

  15. “The Treehouse”

    It seems so long ago
    when things seemed carefree.
    Wake at sunrise to do chores
    before flapjacks and warm syrup were served.

    By midmorning, I was out the screen door
    with mitt and ball and my heroes in my pocket,
    to meet the gang out in the field
    where our treehouse hid in the branches
    of an old Oak tree.

    We’d climb the steps and crawl inside
    and sat on benches to be sworn to secrecy.
    The gang and I would pull out our baseball cards
    and traded to better our stack.
    Who knew the rookies would become legends?

    The gang and I spent many an hour
    in that treehouse
    talking about stolen bases and homeruns
    and how we would play just as good
    and bring home the pennant.

    By evening, as the skies turned a golden hue
    from the setting sun,
    we each gave our secret handshake
    and headed back down
    to agree to meet tomorrow.

    All the tomorrows now linger in my mind
    as I go back to that treehouse
    in the old Oak tree
    and meet with my friends once more.

  16. my Blazeing flame/ created by the master builder from the earths center/standing before you shame clings to me/ I have nothing/ ragged clothes, trinkets of metal bits and aggies, a crude walking stick,a weathered well worn travelers blanket/ even on solid ground and motionless I feel as though I am falling down fast into your Gaze/ it’s beautiful beyond All known things/ you will stay on high forever/ your reign will be infinite/ I will be as a long forgotten memory of dust but will always remember feeling welcomed for the first time/ my flame my brief treasure/with gold feathers in your hair

  17. “Morning Light”

    The beautiful smell of sunshine,

    And the sounds of dancing rays.

    In silence echos loudly,

    Through the early morning haze.

    Gleaming light on mountain tops,

    With its valley shadows dim.

    Deep within the forest,

    A brand new day begins.

    No one to see its beauty,

    No one to hear it’s sounds.

    No one to spoil the moment,

    No one upon its grounds.

    Its solitude it glistens,

    Like dew drops on its floor.

    Just waiting for a stranger,

    To come visit and adore.

    So take a trail to nowhere,

    Go well before it’s light.

    And You become that stranger,

    And adore its morning light….

    By:Focused

  18. I will Begin my Far Walk up out of The Canyon/ Tired and Weak I will call forth the hidden to reveal its path and Secrets/ into my Cold soul I will Take It In / Cease now ! / Warm Waters spring from Below! / my Meek goes Bold/ my Old made New/ Brown Wood to Blazing Gold

  19. When I Go by LL

    When you wish upon a star
    No matter where on earth you are
    Your imagination is free
    Just be all that you can be

    Just like the years time is sand
    We hold it all in our hand
    Releasing bits here and there
    Pieces of our past everywhere

    Young and old big and small
    The path is traveled by us all
    The land is my church I shall see
    And pray to it all on bended knee

    Protect the way of life so dear
    Going back to it every year
    Preserve nature and take a stand
    It’s all we have, it’s our land

    So why is it that I must go
    The answers I already know
    From here its no place for the meek
    For I am ready to climb that peak

    When I go in there alone
    For the light will have shown
    And I will walk with a marvel gaze
    For God has set my heart a blaze

    So hear me all and listen good
    When I am gone stay in the wood
    Travel in the canyon down
    Cast your line below the home of Brown

    I once was tired and very weak
    Now Im strong no longer meek
    I was brave and left in peace
    My earthly journey had to cease

  20. unmoored we are adrift/ fates winds and God currents pull us Far from Home/ fear is in the unknown/ and Thrills/ hold steady the shaking to Cease/
    onwards toward the horizon/ a golden eye sets down low and briefly calls us from the wilderness / soon we are untethered again/ life cords cut/ dangling, unusable, unreachable/ peace in the knowing we drift together never Alone

  21. I’d like to say Merry Christmas to all my online friends….

    “Time is the most precious gift of all”

    Enjoy your “time” with family these next few days and make the most out of the gift you have been given… and never forget the reason we celebrate…

    Merry Christmas my friends…. until next time… see ya

  22. truth Blazes from the pen of the Wise/ Drawing forth a fury, immediacy, an urgency/ with an unrelenting Quest the ink splatters walls and puddles on floors/ Answers to mysteries and the unclear /of long ago locked Secrets/ true words that are a beacon on the shoreline that guide to the harbor Home/true words that weigh Heavy on a star now set Down low and it guides us through the Wood and we arrive at the place of uncommon common sense/ the opaque washed to crystal/ the abstract leveled to the grasp

  23. “pearly Gates”

    Wisdom comes in many forms,

    Just seek and you will find.

    Beyond the walls of daily norms,

    Food for your hungered mind.

    Use your imagination,

    Just travel where it goes.

    Enjoy the great sensation,

    Of knowledge as it grows.

    Your mind it has no limits,

    Like trails that slowly fade.

    Explore what’s deep within it,

    You’ll love the choice you made.

    Take off now my friend,

    A brand new journey waits.

    A mind that has no end,

    Goes beyond the pearly gates…….

    By: Focused

  24. the Bronze Box/ is as a meteorite caught and laid gently Down /for them a New Rich ember/ on cool nights it’s use clear / with the days heat locked inside/ bats hang upside down over It and Warm ears and head hair / snakes clay pot coil in tiers of twos and threes and comfortably Brown / those with four, six and eight legs meditate in zen like states upon Old Warm Gold coins / Alone In There Peace is All they Seek and restful slumber dreams

  25. This is one I jotted down about Forrest’s visit to the waterfall in Vietnam… keeping his promise to it… have a great day everyone.. until next time… see ya

    “The Promise”

    Deep within a jungle, a lonely meadow waits,

    Covered by the grass, those men who met their fate.

    A stream is quickly flowing, carefree as it goes,

    It turns into a waterfall, falls in the mist below.

    The rushing water rumbles, in the silence of this place,

    So peaceful and remote, a special kind of space.

    A chopper it approaches, and lowers softly down,

    Until its runners meet, and touch the grassy ground.

    A soldier exits quickly, and steps upon the ground,

    To keep his daily promise, to this waterfall he had found.

    Upon the edge he rested, till time for him to go,

    Tossing stones of thank you, into the mist below.

    The soldier he then rose, to head back to his home,

    But in the grass he tripped, for he was not alone.

    Upon an aging stone, was a Frenchman’s name inscribed,

    A marker for a soldier, where in the tall grass died.

    A promise was delivered, one soldier kept his word,

    One soldier stayed behind, a voice that’s now unheard.

    The chopper it then lifted, slowly set to go,

    A salute from one brave soldier, to another who rests below…

    By: Focused

    • W O W Focused. You captured Forrest’s tale of the Viet Nam waterfall so beautifully. I am sure that it brought a tear to Forrest’s eye – I know it did mine.

      Thanks for again sharing your wonderful talents – JDA

      • Thanks J DA, we can only vision the events of that day, only Forrest knows the way it all laid out. I vision a salute to a fallen soldier as the chopper dipped and turned to fly away… it pleases my thoughts anyways….
        I hope Forrest likes it….have a great day J DA… see ya my friend

    • Thanks CharlieM… stay interested my friend… it’s my imagination in words, and I have a lot of that …lol
      Have a great night…see ya my friend

  26. A Mansion In Wonderland

    Five points to find
    Four creatures hidden.
    Three dimensions contain
    Two ends and One beginning.

    Heed the builder
    For though he has hidden,
    None are excluded
    All are bidden.

    At water high
    The Blaze is seen
    An adrenaline rush
    For the eye that’s keen.

    Too far down
    Others have passed.
    It’s the end of one,
    But not the last.

    Follow the line
    From every angle.
    Cross where you must,
    But don’t get tangled.

    Now it is clear
    A two-fold hint
    Found among green
    Juniper and mint.

    Yet hindsight is best
    When seen in reverse.
    Send forth the dove
    And lift the curse…

    Of not knowing.

    In the distance
    A sound is heard
    Echoes of a voice
    From the written word.

    Now you know
    That where you stand
    Exists a structure
    Made not by hand.

    Exquisitely built
    Within the mind
    Layer upon layer,
    A marvel refined.

    Now run from the edge
    And you too will see
    Time’s an illusion
    So let it be.

    This world we live in
    Is but a mirror
    Death does threaten
    And makes life dearer.

    I tell you, though
    That Death is dead
    There’s more Life beyond
    And that not to dread.

    Peace and Wisdom
    Love and Grace
    Where Home awaits
    In that blessed Place.

  27. This is for you Frank….. keep fighting my friend and remember, your never alone in the battle….. until next time.. see ya

    “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, let’s 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’ve slowly crept into, I’ll even up the score.

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

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

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

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

    I see you’re 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 its 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, you’ve died and went away.

    I drop my head, close my eyes, “Thank You God” I say,

    For helping 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

    • Focused – I don’t know what to say – I just seen you poem – it is beautiful – my eyes got watery thank you so mush for showing it to us- my family read it – and they all had tears in there eyes – you are a good person – and God bless you- thank you- I will remember you for ever – frank

      • Thank you Frank for your very kind words to me. Knowing that you and your family were touched by my words gives me inspiration to continue…. Frank, you have faced a dreadful disease with courage and the determination to fight …. that my friend is true inspiration to many whos battle lays before them…
        Enjoy the little things Frank, because in the grand scope of life, they are huge…. have a great night…. until next time… God bless

  28. hope is born where stars and mountain peaks embrace/ not mere glimmers but full noon day sun that evaporates shadows/ it runs as Warm Waters in torrents Down rock faces purified by granite, sandstone and light/ Look, it Seeks you/ let it collide with your Good Effort on your Far journey Walk / a recipe for victory and Gold

  29. This is something silly that I have put together
    Due to I cannot possibly come up with a poem.
    It’s like a candy poem.

    Let’s “ Tri” to put a “Dent” in this poem.

    We all know Forrest Fenn is a “Mr. Goodbar”
    And he knows he is a “Smartie”
    We all think he is a “Sweettart”
    He was such a brave “Warhead”

    I wonder if he knows that he is an “Atomic Fireball”
    And he could be somebody’s “SugarDaddy” if he wanted to be, maybe I should say “Honeybun”
    Instead.

    As he sits around being “Carefree” we are all waiting for “Payday” so that we can go search for his million dollar treasure, or could it actually be worth “100 Grand”
    We all know someone will “Crunch” this poem and “Skor” big.

    Over the years many searchers have been
    “Spree” (ing) over “Mounds” to “Look” for the “Watchamacallit” and down a “Rocky road”
    Some are even looking on “5th Avenue”
    Heck it could be in the “Andes” mountains
    I’m sure it’s sitting in a “Sour Patch” somewhere.
    Unfortunately the only thing searchers find are
    “Bottle caps”

    We are moving like a “Cluster” of “Turtles”
    As we try to solve this poem.

    This is “Nut Rageous” and we have “ Zero” of a clue, some searchers “Take 5” and wait for “Extra”
    Information which is a bunch of “ Whoopers”

    Our searchers consist of “Dums Dums, Jolly Ranchers, Baby Ruth, Nerds, Airheads, Sugar babies, Lemon heads, and Hubba BUBBA”
    We surely can’t forget about the “ Milkduds” though they try to “ Twix things up, I call them “ “Trizzlers”

    A few searchers like to take their “ Nutty Buddy”
    With them and then they try to pretend to be in the “Big League” like the “3 Musketeers”

    Quite a few of us become “Razzles” over the blaze, some believe it consist of “Starburst, Poprocks, or even the “Milkyway” As for me I like drinking a “Sunkist” every “Now Later”

    I like being a “Laffy Taffy” due to we all like to “Snicker” at each other’s solves.

    Someone is “Redhot” on this chase and soon will be known as one “Hot Tamale”

    Now that I have become “Totally Nutty”
    I’m going to “Rolo” onto one more chase,
    I just can’t be qualified as a “Gobstopper”

    “YORK” has felt the sensation since day one.

    Remember Forrest says your effort will be worth the “Icecubes”

    Forrest you sure have made this a “Fundip” for us. You have been a “Lifesaver”
    I sure would like to give you some “Kisses!!!!!!!

    Lol ha ha That’s Me. 🙂

    • I loved it Amy !!!! Thank you for the smile 🙂
      I think I have the world’s largest sweet tooth… lol now you’ve got me thinking, where did I put that box of Queen Anne cherries…lol
      Have a great night my friend and keep up your penning , that was fun to read… until next time… see ya

  30. Excuse me if this has already been posted, I don’t check the poetry section, however I wanted to share this poem that has stuck to me over my many years. It seems fitting for all of us chasing the dream.

    The Men That Don’t Fit In

    By Robert W. Service

    There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
    A race that can’t stay still;
    So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
    And they roam the world at will.
    They range the field and they rove the flood,
    And they climb the mountain’s crest;
    Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
    And they don’t know how to rest.

    If they just went straight they might go far;
    They are strong and brave and true;
    But they’re always tired of the things that are,
    And they want the strange and new.
    They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
    What a deep mark I would make!”
    So they chop and change, and each fresh move
    Is only a fresh mistake.

    And each forgets, as he strips and runs
    With a brilliant, fitful pace,
    It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
    Who win in the lifelong race.
    And each forgets that his youth has fled,
    Forgets that his prime is past,
    Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
    In the glare of the truth at last.

    He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
    He has just done things by half.
    Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
    And now is the time to laugh.
    Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
    He was never meant to win;
    He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
    He’s a man who won’t fit in.

    • Thank you Homebrew for sharing Roberts words. I have spent a lot of time here on the poetry page over the years, and I have to say that I don’t remember ever seeing this poem posted…. I enjoy reading words that make you think, and this one did.
      Thank you again, have a great night …. until next time… see ya

  31. the finest of the fine waits patiently/ it is yours / high castles of dense ancient aged stone / marbled and granite floors and walls with majestic ceilings that call out to the stars / shine on me and make me new / silk clothes and robes embroidered with the threads of life itself/ we are all kings or queens/ or paupers / the choice is yours/ what will you choose

  32. “ Forking Branches”

    Sometimes we stop and wonder.

    what makes a life so rich?

    we gaze at others yonder,

    spend years behind this glitch.

    a searching soul should listen,

    lifetime passes fast.

    searching things that glisten,

    For things to hold a mass.

    we’ve had our years of chances,

    had not the eyes to see.

    all the forking branches,

    along our family tree…..

    By: Focused

    P.s- If you read down the first word of every sentence it says “Sometimes what we spend a lifetime searching for, we’ve had all along”……… treasure your family my friends… until next time.. see ya…

  33. bring your dreams Home/ give them a proper place and let them run wild In There / as raging Waters and mustangs/ put them to work tied to your own Good work/ let them Walk Far together/ Far past the Canyons and Heavy Loads that will Halt you/ Look how High you have risen/ out from the Cold and Warm now/ and beyond the Blaze of the Gold sun

  34. “ The Encounter “

    In the spring of 1540, a brand new day beholds,

    Spaniards mount their horses, seeking cities made of gold.

    They ride throughout the sagebrush, thick and vastly spanned,

    Below the mighty mesas’, flat tops throughout the land.

    Day by day they travel, not knowing where they’ll end,

    Pushed by springtime’s subtle, but welcomed southern wind.

    Along a creek for water, no map to lead the way,

    Toughened by the land, with each new passing day.

    Upon a rise they rested, to gaze and just admire,

    Then up ahead they noticed, the smoke from nearby fires.

    With caution rode on forward, some Voices could be heard,

    Although not understanding, the local native words.

    Spaniards drew their weapons, rode fast into the tribe,

    Chaos followed quickly, small children ran to hide.

    No shots were fired upon them, the moment settled down,

    The Spaniards soon dismounted, stood firm upon the ground.

    With dusty hands of gesture, a message to the tribe,

    Children start emerging, from places which they hide.

    A few days pass with tension, by every man involved,

    Both Spaniards and the Natives, and how this all evolved.

    One morning when the sun, had cracked the Mesa top,

    The Spaniards on their horses, rode off and didn’t stop.

    In peace the natives gaze, not knowing what beholds,

    But glad the Spaniards left, searching cities made of gold…..

    By: Focused

  35. Of all the Souls that stand create – by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

    Of all the Souls that stand create –
    I have elected – One –
    When Sense from Spirit – files away –
    And Subterfuge – is done –
    When that which is – and that which was –
    Apart – intrinsic – stand –
    And this brief Drama in the flesh –
    Is shifted – like a Sand –
    When Figures show their royal Front –
    And Mists – are carved away,
    Behold the Atom – I preferred –
    To all the lists of Clay!

    • Thanks for sharing Amber, I’ve always liked Emily’s words and how her mind worked…. as for me, I’m a simple man with a simple mind, I write simple words for all like minded people to enjoy…lol
      Have a great night… thanks again my friend… see ya

  36. ,I Once, ran upon a little fellow,
    his wings,SOARED, in the Wind’s of mellow,
    Free to Be there,THE SITE,of blue and yellow,
    that canary, or finch had my attention for a pinch’en fellow.
    simple as as simple is, unknown as always. maybe, ill understand some peaceful day.

    • Great penning Jeff ! I enjoyed reading that….

      “ I too have see that little fellow,

      With colors bright and bold.

      Reds and greens with brightest yellows,

      Oh what secrets does he hold?”

      Have a great night Jeff, give Titan a treat for me… until next time… see ya

    • I enjoyed your poem, Jeff. It brought me back to a time while in Yellowstone having a picnic and a beautiful, brilliant yellow bird sat on a branch and sang its song.

      • I saw that Yellow stone bird he was a delightful fellow ty i miss yellow stone. but i fear its just to far for me to walk these days.

  37. Thank you for sharing these words Berryfenn…. they made me think…

    “The searching community here at HOD,
    Cannot be surpassed by mere chunks of gold”

    Have a great night… until next time…. see ya

  38. in daily reflections l catch glimpses of the tarnish on my shell / I will never be the person I should be / I cannot/ the years of tarnish on the Bronze Box will fall away Quickly and it will be as new and as beautiful as the day it was made / to be a pure element is gift and joy to others in this life

  39. “there was an old woman, who lived in a shoe
    she had so many children, she didn’t know what to do.”

    will someone please set up a go fund me account to help this poor woman?

  40. do Quicly turn upon the earth that’s grown soft from rain/ and go Boldly back against dagger and flame / to the place where elusive treasure sits and waits and calls you by name/ but your life with golden hands will not change/ you can only be what you are/ nothing more/but enough

  41. “ Way Up There “

    Alone I rest near dancing flames, In thought of years ago,

    Mesmerized within its sight, the comfort in its glow.

    The warming rays are soothing, a crackling now and then,

    As if it’s speaking to me, the sounds of way back then.

    Like me the natives sat, close to their dancing flames,

    Wrapped in their woven blankets, mesmerized the same.

    The Navajo are special, their people stand apart,

    Unlike a lot of others, they live from in their heart.

    Gazing in my dancing flames, a Navajo’s voice I heard,

    Her softened voice I listened, I cherished every word.

    She tells me of a time, so many years ago,

    A blizzard fell upon them, the winds were bitter cold.

    Pressured now by hunger, their food was running low.

    The hunters could do nothing, blinded by the snow.

    She said they gathered round, a dancing flame like mine,

    And ask unto the heavens, his help just one more time.

    She said her night was cold, she mostly lay awake,

    Planning for her travels, for when she met her fate.

    When morning it arrived, she heard some Natives cry,

    She ran outside and noticed, sunshine filled the sky.

    Deer were in the distant, hunters grabbed their bows,

    Another year survived, through blinding winter snows.

    She says goodbye and leaves me, alone I sit and stare,

    She’s taught me that my problems, have answers way up there…

    By: Focused

    • Focused,

      As usual you have done a fantastic job of penning. In my mind it took me there with the native woman, in her and the tribes cold and sufferings, with a gracious ending.

      Well Done!

      • Thank you CharlieM, I’m glad you could see the picture I was trying to paint with my words…. I’m sure in the 1500’s the winters brought many hardships to the Native Indians of the time….
        Have a great night my friend…. until next time.. see ya CharlieM

      • Wonderful stories would be nothing without great listeners JDA… you listen from your heart and not your ears, thank you for your many kind words over the years….
        Enjoy your evening my friend… until next time… see ya

  42. soon we will take one last moonlight walk/ you and me/ remembering the first in youthful spring/ let our special ones see and go healed on their way/ to be who they are and at their best / and I will not bring strings and song and pretend a gift’s inside/ far better is the wind whistling truth through the trees/ their own audience too/ they dance and sway/ one last treasured walk/ you and me/ in the moonlight / soon

  43. “ Into The Light “

    Why is it, birds fly around?

    Yet I must stroll, upon the ground.

    And cheetahs run, so fast and strong,

    But weakly I, move slow along.

    The owl it sees, within the night,

    Yet then again, it blinds my sight.

    And penguins swim, in waters cold,

    I’d surely die, to be that bold.

    I do not fly, run strong and fast,

    Nor in the night, I see not past.

    But there’s one thing, I surely know,

    I need not these things, down here below,

    For when my final, day has come,

    Along the cheetah, I plan to run.

    Without the fear, through black of night,

    With birds I’ll fly, into the light……..

    By: Focused

  44. the plane circle is star of the universe/with heart too/ depth without true depth/ to gladly bring the odd scalene trapezium to rest on its page / welcome Home

  45. to Begin has past us/ its begun/ in our time and in our place/ a special time and most sacred place/ as the sword in stone/ a bronze box waits In There Alone/ the Wise will Seek it/ the righteous one will own it/ kings and queens to the stage/ to reach beyond high

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