Poetry Page XVII…


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The chase certainly has inspired some great poetry…

Here is page xvii 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.

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  1. The owl perched knowingly way up high
    Observes all as the fox races swiftly by
    Chased by the menacing hounds of hell
    Guided with a wicked sense of smell

    Through the thicket of the night
    Splitting silence of a pale moonlight
    Seemingly like an ominous scowl
    There comes a blood-curdling howl

    As beasts roam nigh in the shadowy Glen
    The fox does search for a heavenly den
    Tucked safely away in a hole so deep
    He listens attentively for things that creep

    In the mist of the glorious morning light
    The fox he emerges, no hounds in sight
    He thinks to himself, it’s been such a pleasure
    To Chase and be chased after Forrest Fenns treasure

    • I like your poem, CrazyFox. I enjoyed visualizing the chase. Hope to read more of your penning.

    • CrazyFox,

      Another painting for TTOTC! Well done. I enjoyed your artistic view. Keep up the good work!


    • Good job Crazy Fox… I could vision your words and enjoyed the view…. have a great night… until next time.. see ya

  2. The dale so lush lies ahead
    The sun warms the trails we tread
    With hope as fuel we proceed
    We dream of lives freed from need.

    Our course is true our eyes are fixed
    Upon a prize of contents mixed
    No block can make us stumble
    No heights from which to tumble.

    Now sweat like tears fill our eyes
    It stings our gaze now we’re wise
    It draws us close to the end
    As Life was lived; now again.

  3. Dream Prayer

    cant sleep
    mind creep
    thoughts deep
    quiet weep
    pray keep
    save sheep
    nice reap
    now sleep

    • Treader,
      Something so simple at first glance but after a few more trips through the simplicity I’m now looking at the complexities and possibilities. Nice.


  4. Heading out soon into the great wide yonder.
    Going to visit family.
    Past present and future.
    Been many years since I’ve gone so deep.
    Unknown yet familiar.
    Together we travel alone.
    It’s like going home into the unknown.

    Take care of yourself.
    Watch the wind talk to the trees and take it easy.

    • Have a safe and wonderful journey my friend! Enjoy being with your family. Thank you and take care of yourself as well. 🙂

    • Me,
      I’m not sure if this is a poem or not, so you did your job on making me think a bit deeper! Either way, thanks for the penning and enjoy your family!


  5. A Boat, Beneath a Sunny Sky
    Lewis Carroll

    A boat, beneath a sunny sky
    Lingering onward dreamily
    In an evening of July—

    Children three that nestle near,
    Eager eye and willing ear,
    Pleased a simple tale to hear—

    Long has paled that sunny sky:
    Echoes fade and memories die:
    Autumn frosts have slain July.

    Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
    Alice moving under skies
    Never seen by waking eyes.

    Children yet, the tale to hear,
    Eager eye and willing ear,
    Lovingly shall nestle near.

    In a Wonderland they lie,
    Dreaming as the days go by,
    Dreaming as the summers die:

    Ever drifting down the stream—
    Lingering in the golden gleam—
    Life, what is it but a dream?

    2FF I like his style.

    I’ve heard people say thanks for places they’ve seen because of the chase.
    If it were not for the chase they would not have gone.
    For me it was places of the psyche.
    Long forgotten places I have not visited for awhile.
    I would like to say thank you for reminding me.
    Beginning and the end are truly the same if were returning to where we came from.


    • Thanks for the kind feedback (everyone).

      “Important literature” as a title sounds so antithetical to freedom
      but your example is so fine. Its words transcend the thin barrier between the author and his listeners.

      If you like, it shows our life is “the same as it ever was” ….

  6. “ Small Town County Fair “

    In calm of summers evening air,

    Many come to see.

    Lights strung at the county fair,

    Within the mighty trees.

    The Ferris wheel is shining,

    Lit spokes within its wheel.

    Its riders are admiring,

    This fair upon the hill.

    A scream it fills the air,

    From the nearby Crazy Spin.

    A huge brown teddy bear,

    Hangs for you to win.

    Hot dogs for a dollar,

    Cotton candy on a stick.

    Kids they run and holler,

    Deciding which to pick.

    BB guns are firing,

    By boys and dads alike.

    The fishing pond’s inspiring,

    Poles held by little tykes.

    It’s a grand ole summer night,

    With a moon high in the air.

    Oh the memories, sounds and sights,

    Of our small town County Fair……

    By: Focused

    • I can see it, my friend! Gosh, you brought me back to a time when I was at my first and last in my preteens. I remember a guy who blew up small red balloons and stuck a wooden skew through it and it looked just like a candy apple. My sisters and I each got one. Job well done!

      • I’m glad I could bring back fond memories of your youth for you Pdenver…
        Have a great night my friend… until next time… see ya

    • Lovely, lovely Focused – I can her the laughter now, and almost taste the cotton candy and corn dogs 🙂 Thanks so much for the memories – JDA

      • It’s that time of year JDA… small town fairs are popping up all around my area…
        your welcome for the memories my friend… until next time… see ya

    • Focused,
      Ya got me to start smiling and chuckling on this one! Fond old memories and even fonder newer memories. Ya just can’t beat a fair no matter what size town it is. Well done Focused


      • Thank you ByGeorge… I’m glad I could make you smile on this one… enjoy your Memories my friend.. until next time.. see ya

    • Every summer I went with my Grandparents to the County Fair – oh what a wonder it was for a city kid like me. You brought back those cherished memories of my youth that I had long forgotten. Isn’t it funny how words can light such a spark in our minds.

      I still have the little yellow rubber duck – it won me a prize.
      Silly of me to keep such a thing.

      You are truly an artist and you paint such beautiful pictures.
      Thank you Focused.

      • wwwamericana,
        Time spent with grandparents as a child burns priceless memories in our hearts, sometimes the vivid colors of those memories fade into shades of grey over time. I’m glad I could bring back those colorful memories for ya.
        Keeping the yellow duck is not silly at all. It’s a visual reminder of great, great memories…. hang on to it my friend….
        Your welcome wwwamericana and thank you for your kind comment…. have a great day and remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it…. until next time… see ya

    • Thank you MJ… I’m glad you liked it… you should take the time to attend a “small” town fair…. the memories are worth it… have a great night my friend… see ya

  7. Thunder and Lighting.

    Thunder shook the soul
    Found hidden memories deep n ole.
    In the darkness the flash did reveal
    Why the heart needed to heal.
    With a flash from the sky
    It was uncovered, the why.
    Deep down was a gift
    That would provide the lift.
    Free the spirit so it may fly.
    That is the reason why.


  8. “ Alone “

    Alone I sit in nature’s chatter,

    I think about what really matters.

    will someday those who look on me,

    find what I already see?

    peace within my daily life,

    Alone I face a world of strife.

    I try to spread, what’s oh so real,

    will others find, what I now feel?

    live on my friends, with lightened load,

    in lush green gardens, of which you’ve sowed.

    peace abundant , awaits in there,

    and comforts those, who really care.

    alone here in this gentle breeze,

    I wait for all , in which I see.

    will others see while looking down,

    die with peace, like I have found ?

    in closing I must surely say,

    peace my friend’s, the only way……

    By: Focused

    P.s- If you read down the first word of every line it say…
    “ Alone I will find peace, Alone I will live in peace and Alone I die in peace. “. Have a great evening my friends… until next time… see ya

      • Your welcome JDA… I hope that you find all that your seeking my friend… until next time.. see ya

    • Focused – Dark and yet inspiring.
      Remember tho – we are never truly alone. I believe there is “someone” always watching over us. That my friend is where “inner peace” can be found.
      Keep on writing and let me know when you bind these beautiful words of yours into a book . I want an autographed 1st edition.
      Till next time,

      • Wwwamericana , I agree that we are never truly alone, and I believe the we (as individuals) have to find peace, no one can find it for us. That’s what I was meaning in this poem…..
        If I ever publish a book I’d be honored to sign it for ya my friend. Have a wonderful night… as you said- Till next time…. see ya

    • Focused. Those who really care comfort others, and spread peace where there is strife. Your poem was thought provoking and comforting today.
      Thanks for sharing your talents with others. Kind regards.

      • Your welcome 42, and thank you for taking the time to read it. It means a lot to me to hear that my words are comforting to others, that’s what drives me to continue writing…. Enjoy your peace my friend…. until next time…. kind regards back at ya…..

    • Thank you MJ..I’m glad your feeling peaceful, true peace is something we must each find “Alone”. I hope you’ve found it my friend… have a great evening.. until next time…. see ya

  9. Nine one nine one nine;
    They patiently listen for
    The clomp of a boot.

    “Have flashlight, will travel”

    • Although I’m not understanding your poem, Geoff Idaho, I hope you’ll continue to pen. My only thoughts is that it has to do with a long march, hence the numbers, and the clomp of a boot is at the end where one/they have done it tired and the boot is taken off and dropped to the ground, hence the clomping sound. I really don’t know.

  10. A night seen.

    There a young man’s mental stream
    Where has captured the old man’s dream.
    I did see the stare in a mirror
    Nigh did I catch a glimpse of the seer?
    Here begins the dream of gentry
    Fear lurks in the valley of plenty.
    Those whose hearts see the purity
    Chose the road to maturity.
    Find the walls where beauty is kept
    Kind is where nature has slept.
    Man sees no peace without the divine
    Can we together live that fine?

    I was awake at 2am with words that would not let go so I scribbled a few lines and went back to sleep.
    This is what became of those early thoughts. It took awhile to unravel but here it is for those who would listen.


    • I like your poem, me. I think it was best to write down what the subconscious brought forward in mind and to find sleep once more. Hope you’ll continue to pen more.

    • Me,
      I read it 3 times. Well done!

      I was actually thinking earlier today how poetry is viewed by the masses. These poems make ya think and rethink and then let it simmer and sink in.

      Nice job everyone!


    • Thank you folks for reading it.
      It took me awhile to put it together.
      Remembering midnight thoughts was not easy.
      I was trying to rhyme the beginning as well as the end.

    • Me,
      The essence of your poem reminds me of works by Edgar Allen Poe. Well done.

      Im not sure I’m interpreting your meaning as you intended. Kindly help us understand what you are saying. Who is the seer? Why is this the dream of Gentry?

      • 42
        Who is the seer?
        The seer is the one looking in the mirror.
        Why is this the dream of Gentry?
        Is not land that gentry dreams of.

        • Me, thanks for helping me understand your meaning.

          you asked ‘us it not land that Gentry dream of?’

          That depends on which Gentry in which century…

          Historically, and even today Scott’s and English Gentry are land rich but some cash poor and can’t maintain their landed estates.

          • Poetry in my opinion opens different doors for different people.
            One might see historical reference or modern gentrification.
            It’s all open to interpretation.
            Ever see The Milagro Beanfield War?
            It is my opinion right or wrong that words should lead you to question.
            No one will truly see everything that was intended.
            There is a lot more there then people might think, or not.
            Line 3> maybe TFTW Page 254

  11. strike before the rivers rise upon the heel lest upon all bones to the breath/ proceed on ahead of dust that covers doomed stones and yesterdays ancient golden finds / become motion before time covers wheels and walking sticks tap for remnants of firm earth / refuge be mined within the searchers soul and not the highest peak / to be not prisoners but adventurers that cross imaginations border / so set the travel forth like joyful noisy youthful souls where treasure calls come play

    • I like this, Hank. It reminds me of my searches and walking the path as those before me. Great memories.

      • me:i’m the inspired pretender,uninvited to the Govenors Ball I go anyway. carry on across the page in search of elusive gold in streams to pan.

  12. Oklahoma

    There I was sitting in the car
    Looking and wondering how far.
    In the distance the grid did unlock.
    Here was my chance to beat the clock.
    To my right it did flash red blue red blue
    I did not have to look I knew.
    There beneath the cover of night
    Someone had gone to eternal light.

    • We rolled by like a funeral procession.
      That image was etched in my mind I could not help but think of that young girl who lost her mother.
      The hour and a half we were delayed was the last hour and a half she had with her mother.
      It reminded me of how precious life is and how quickly it could be snatched away.
      I was just telling family a few days early you never know when will be the last time you see one another so tell them you love them every chance you get.
      The time spent with those you love is the most precious gift to receive as well as to give.
      It’s very difficult to let go of those you love and we all want more time with them but that’s beyond our control.
      Be grateful for the time you have been given and cherish every moment for we will all pass through that door in the end.

      Give My Love To Rose

  13. this treasure floats upon the warmest wind/ and in its brilliance briefly touches down to rest its weight/ again to fly away in night so silent the senses fall in pieces / and speaks to some in whispered tones not to look ahead but back / upon the path just blindly walked / where trampled under foolish foot lies treasure left to rust in ruins

  14. My road diverged in a Yellow wood,
    And I’m sorry I could not travel both
    I’m just one traveler, long I searched
    And looked quickly down as long as I could
    To where it drew nigh in the under earth;

    Then took the waters just as fair;
    And having perhaps the better game,
    Because the green grasses alone in there;
    Though as for the meek passing where
    Had warmed them really about the same,

    And the chest that morning equally lay
    In the leaves you looked with tarry black
    Oh, I kept the chest for another day!
    Yet knowing the poem leads on to way,
    I laughed that I could always come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and eighties hence:
    Two roads diverged in a Yellow wood, and I—
    I took the chase less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

  15. drive off course / live days through haze and tornado / past dancehall and fair / ballroom barefoot with Bigfoot / brimstone ballet / paired dragon duets / gone a badgers bedroll on a plank floor

  16. Natures Grace.

    Into nature’s baptismal fountain I did go.
    Redemption led me from below.
    The way up was before the down.
    In the shadow there I was found.
    I thought it luck but it was grace.
    Nature’s bounty I did embrace
    In the distant past scene a cross.
    All my faults were at a loss.


  17. Googly Eyes

    A murder I did see
    It flew just now over me
    Their beady eyes pooled dark
    Unleashed my dog did bark
    Saw him run as I hailed
    My words did leave to no avail
    There stood I beneath the tree
    The dog ran about full of glee
    On the bench sat Po’ Folks crooked
    The rich walking by never looked
    Only the lonely did see love
    Sitting quietly in the nest above

    Imagine Dragons – Believer

  18. Natures Balance

    The son dances the winter solstice.
    Both own my soul.
    Two ways become one in heart.
    Past Present Future I Live.
    Here there everywhere.
    Home in nature’s garden.
    Relating two everything.
    One in the end with all.
    Home again.


  19. 4 Bird Dog
    It was sometime in the month of March I would guess about 25 years ago.
    We were driving back from the city talking about spiritual matters.
    Yeah wouldn’t be great if Jesus’ words were highlighted in the bible, was said.
    I turned north on to the secondary highway and drove about a quarter mile.
    There on my right in the ditch just beneath the barbed wire buried in snow was something red.
    I stopped and my wife went to take a look to see what it was.
    It was a King James Bible covered in red leather.
    I sat there in the truck and opened the bible and looked to see the words of Jesus written in red.
    I took that bible home and read every page over the next year.
    My wife’s grandmother had given her this card on how read the bible in a year and that’s what I did.
    I’m a believer that things happen for a reason and sometimes we get it and some don’t.
    It just occurred to me 25 five years later that his words were written in blood.
    True story.
    What if the answers were in the bible, would you search as diligently.
    Moses went to the top of the mountain and came down with ten etched in stone.
    Tired of building the pyramid they walked.

    Blaze of glory
    To tell tales of ole
    Do good, searchers farewell.
    It is in the heart sits a man’s soul.
    Hidden deep here all the secrets dwell.
    The MIND the BODY and the SPIRIT create that soul.
    From birth to death we carry both the good and bad deeds.
    Lighten the load and discard that dark side, some pleasures deceive.
    Because we are loved we are accepted with all our faults unconditionally.
    Far better if we see the truth ourselves and understand what mankind really needs.
    Grandfather said when the end comes for me they will not look at those that hide in darkness.

    Vaya con dios.
    Despedida amigo.

    The Man Comes Around

    My church is also out there.
    Truth is where you find it.

    • Hank,

      Nostradamus has nothing on you! Why is it I sit here trying to understand someone elses thought process? Because there’s depth and meaning behind those thoughts, that’s why.

      Thanks for thinking about us Hank.


  20. “Dreams Of Fall”

    Dreams adrift, like crimson leaves,

    Float upon a crispy breeze.

    Chased by hands, so highly raised,

    Determined, caring, where dreams lay.

    If ever rest, upon the ground,

    A dream will rot, not ever found.

    But dreams that fall, within your palm,

    Like magic turns, chaos to calm.

    Chase on my friends, with hands held high,

    And catch your dreams, that fall from high.

    Then cup your hands, and gaze within,

    Smile at your dream, then chase again……

    By: Focused

  21. “Dreams Of Fall”

    Dreams adrift, like crimson leaves,

    Float upon a crispy breeze.

    Chased by hands, so highly raised,

    Determined, caring, where dreams lay.

    If ever rest, upon the ground,

    A dream will rot, not ever found.

    But dreams that fall, within your palm,

    Like magic turns, chaos to calm.

    Chase on my friends, with hands held high,

    And catch your dreams, now floating by.

    Then cup your hands, and gaze within,

    Smile at your dream, then chase again……

    By: Focused

    I changed the third from the last line… I like it better… until next time… see ya

      • Your welcome 42…. I’m glad that you enjoyed it… may you catch every dream you chase my friend….have a great night… until next time… see ya 42

        • Thanks focussed;)
          I’m chasing a sweet dream that I had at age 6 or 7.
          I actually dreamt that I found a chest of gold coins with a beautiful ring inside. Best dream ever…perhaps it will come true.

          • Perhaps it will 42…keep chasing my friend… have a great day today and remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it….. until next time.. see ya

    • Focused,

      My favorite part was …

      Chased by hands, so highly raised.

      Reminded me of my childhood days and all the innocent fun we had. Nice job again Focused! Thank you.

      And for what it’s worth i liked both.


      • Thank you ByGeorge. Childhood memories that come floating back are special. I’m glad I could bring one back to you. Keep your hands highly raised my friend….. until next time.. see ya

      • All is well here pdenver… I’ve kinda been outta pocket lately. I’ve spent the last 11 days horseback in the Rockies enjoying the solitude at 10,000 feet. I wasn’t looking for Lewis & Clark but I did find many places with no cell service……. priceless…….. lol
        Have a great day my friend…. until next time… see ya

        • Ahh… Focused nice to read your words again! They always paint such a beautiful picture 🙂 Your time in the Mountains sounds lovely! Maybe a charity close to your heart is one in which they use horses for riding therapy.

          • Thanks Spallies… I’m still penning, just not posting much..
            Horses are good therapy for many issues.
            Good to hear from ya my friend. Have a great day… see ya Spallies….

          • It was pdenver. I seen plenty of deer, elk and bear and countless other little critters. The best thing was the silence..lol
            Until next time… see ya my friend

  22. Focused – probably one of your best.
    Truly songs from the heart.
    Still waiting on that autographed book of collected verses to arrive.
    When is “next time”?

  23. Im glad you liked it wwwamericana … as far as a book, heck, I’d have to give them away because I don’t write for monetary gain, I write for chasers ( my friends) as yourself to enjoy….
    Humm, maybe a charity would be a good option?
    Something to think about for sure…….
    Have a great night my friend….until next time (whenever that is)… see ya www

  24. Ahem… Set to an old English folk tune. This song is me:

    “Pathway To Indulgence”

    I’m a Searcher who’s sure
    All that glitters is gold
    And I’m finding the path to Indulgence

    When I get there I know
    House of Brown is real close
    With a look I can find what I came for

    Oh oh oh oh and I’m finding the pathyway to Indulgence

    There’s a sign on the wall
    But I wants to be sure
    ‘Cause I know sometimes words have two meanings

    In the tree by that brook
    There’s a songbird who sings
    Sometimes all of your thoughts are misleading

    Ooh, it makes me wonder
    Ooh, it makes me wonder

    There’s a feeling I get
    When I look for the chest
    And my spirit is pining for money
    In my thoughts I have seen
    Rings of gold and RVs
    And the voices of those who stand mocking

    Ooh, it makes me wonder
    Ooh, it really makes me wonder

    And it’s whispered that soon, If we follow the the runes
    Then the poem will lead us to reason
    And a new day will dawn
    For me, ’cause I’m strong
    And the forests will echo with laughter!

    If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow
    Don’t be alarmed now
    That’s a normal thing when you’re a Searcher
    Yes, there are two paths you can go by
    But in the long run
    There’s no paddle up the creek you’re on

    And it makes me wonder

    Your head is humming and it won’t go
    In case you don’t know
    The chest is calling you to find him
    Dear searcher, can you hear the wind blow
    And did you know
    Your pathway lies on the haltin’ wind

    And as I’m drivin’ down the road
    My shadow taller than my solve
    Here comes that Searcher we all know
    Who’s in the lead and I’m so slow
    And they for sure will find the gold
    But if I listen very hard
    The solve will come to me at last
    When all is done and it’s all solved
    To have the Gold and not a Stone!!!

    And I’m finding the pathway… to Indulgence

    • Me,

      I enjoyed it. So much. I had to listen to it twice. Sonny Boy Williamson gettin it on! I’d go see him in concert hands down! That’s what I need to do is go enjoy a night enjoying some blues.

      Catchy tune to say the least.


    • Robert Johnson, Ma Rainey, Howlin’ Wolf, Rosetta Tharpe… Yeah, good stuff. All of that era of English music pulled from the blues, one of the reasons I dig it. Europe did us all a favor around the same time by treating our Jazz musicians the way they ought to be treated too. And, now that we have YouTube, we also have a huge number of those performances preserved which were hard to come by in the states even twenty years ago.

  25. “ Mother Earth “

    The year was 1640, in a place the desert spans,

    Nothing in the distant, across the arid land.

    Ajei lived within it, a Navajo by birth,

    She’d sit upon the Mesa, and connect with Mother Earth.

    The summer has been hotter, and drier than the rest,

    Her people needed water, to pass their arid test.

    The children stopped their playing, cracks upon their lips,

    All pots were dry and dusty, the wet one saved to sip.

    Ajei knew their fate depended, on rainfall through the year,

    The water they must have, to live another year.

    Her hair was black and dirty, her deerskin robe was dry,

    She knew she had to go, and at least give it a try.

    She climbed the mighty Mesa, she sat upon the top,

    Hands held high she prayed, for any little drop.

    Mother Earth she listened, to Ajei’s every word,

    Then out across the desert, thunder could be heard.

    The sky it darkened slowly, the winds began to blow,

    Her people stood there gazing, in camp far down below.

    Raindrops started slowly, then quickly picked up pace,

    Cheers and smiles were all, across her people’s face.

    Ajei knew there’s more, beyond her earthly stay,

    For how the rains had come, on that hot and arid day.

    If Hope seems dim and lacking, take it for what is worth,

    Please go up on your Mesa, and speak to Mother Earth ………..

    By: Focused

      • I take that as a compliment…. thank you Jasonhall…. have a great night… see ya my friend

    • Such a beautiful picture you have painted again Focused. I wish that I had your imagination and way with words, but thank gosh you do have these gifts, and are willing to share them with us. Thanks ever so much for another fabulous journey – JDA

      • Your welcome JDA… I’m glad you could see the picture. Native life was tough, the simple things we take for granted were hardships to many…..
        As far as my imagination, I have plenty…lol someone once said “imagination is more important than knowledge “ I like to think that it helps me a little….lol
        I share my words with you guys so you too can take a journey through imagination…. it’s a fun place to visit..lol
        Have a great night JDA…. until next time… see ya my friend

      • Thanks pdenver….. the words are there, but the vision comes from the reader, I knew you’d see it…. until next time… see ya my friend

    • Great stuff Focused!

      I can get tripped up looking too closely at each word my first read of anything. Your poem was worth the second read, as the second time it’s light had really shone.
      A warm hello to you and the rest of you fine folks.
      Lots of the good sentiments on the blog are especially fitting for me this week. I’m in a very good spiritual state as I climb up across mesa levels with the the wonders of nature all around. Everything was warm and welcoming yesterday.

      Having just enough can really be the best sometimes. ; )

      These lands of the west are of utmost appeal and in spectacular variety. I’ve been trying to see, touch and feel as much of the physical and spiritual sides of this place while I can, as from my first to last crosses, it’s been my enamor and piety.

      • Thank you m for your kind comment… I hope you find all that you seek in the “lands of the west “ have a great evening my friend… until next time… see ya

    • Focused,

      I totally enjoyed it! Painting a picture that keeps the mind engaged and wanting more. Well done Focused.


      • Thanks ByGeorge…. I’m glad you liked my words… have a great night and better tomorrow. Remember to enjoy the little things as you go about them….
        See ya my friend

    • Thanks for the “WOW” me and your welcome my friend… enjoy your evening and the days to come… until next time.. see ya

  26. Focused

    You never ceased to amaze me, your writing always draws a good picture in our minds and I thank you for all that you have written.

    Hopefully you will put all that you have written here on hoD in a book just so we can use our imagination in a simple way. 🙂

  27. Heck Rubber to Boots, sometimes I amaze myself..lol not all pictures are paint or pencil, I’m glad you could see the picture brushed by my words…
    Thank you for your kind comment. As far as a book, I’ve been asked many times over the years to publish one, I started the process once but stopped because I didn’t think I could even get my publishing cost back. I may rethink it, after my cost are reimbursed the rest would go to a charity anyways. I write for you guys, not me….
    Have a great night my friend… until next time… see ya

  28. Each and every eternal year,
    Lady Winter lifts and drops her cloak,
    And never once in the very same way,
    Nor at the same date or stroke.

    The station manager fumed to no end,
    For consistency pleased the man.
    “If Winter comes and goes as she pleases,
    Then how can one ever make their plans?”

    The Lady laughed at the bespectacled man,
    and said “Peace, and save your breath!
    My whimsical schedule of coming and going,
    Shall prepare you for the true suddenness of death.”

    • Good penning Blex… keep up the good work my friend… have a great night and a better tomorrow… until next time… see ya

      • Thanks, Pdenver! I hope you are staying warm in spite of all this early-Winter weather hitting the Front Range! 🙂

    • Nice. Now one about springtime please. Since the Chase, I like them even more. Minus 5 degrees, no wind, in the the high country right now. Gonna be a rough one. g

      • Here’s a springtime one for you Ace340… stay warm this winter… until next time.. see ya my friend.

        “Spring Bouquet ”

        Snow rests on a daffodil, its yellow bright and bold,

        Fighting for the season, in midst of springtime cold.

        Waiting for that moment, to let its colors shine,

        Soon it will become, a daffodil of mine.

        I walk into a meadow, with yellow all around,

        One by one I pick them, from snow upon the ground.

        Then I see a daffodil, just standing all alone,

        This one I must have, to take back to my home.

        The daffodils I gather, I clamp them in my hand,

        Bright and bold they shimmer, springtime is so grand.

        I head back to my cabin, to a vase I’ve chose for them,

        When They’re placed inside, I step back with a grin.

        In the center of my table, for everyone to see,

        My spring bouquet of daffodils, shining majestically.

        Every time I pass them, all throughout the day,

        I’ll smile upon the daffodils, my new found spring bouquet……

        By: Focused

        • Pretty, pretty Focused. I much prefer to leave them in my yard for all to see. They also last a lot longer out there – but that is just me.

          Again, a lovely picture you paint my dear friend – JDA

  29. Here’s a pretty poem that I found this morning. I didn’t write it but it’s reminiscent of the Chase, for me. How many of us can relate to this?

    It’s titled “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, and it was written by Robert Frost, in 1922.

    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sound’s the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.



    • Thanks for sharing Robert Frost’s words. I really enjoyed reading them. I could picture him on his horse on a cold blustery day and these words popping into his head….. loved it….
      Have a great evening my friend… see ya

    • SRW,

      I really enjoy this page a LOT! It’s a nice peaceful place to come.

      Like our mighty rivers, please keep the thoughts flowing……


  30. This is a repost of a poem I wrote in 2016 here on hod….. never give up my friends…. until next time.. see ya

    ” Golden Pond ”

    In the year of 1350, alone I drift about,

    Rejected by my people, for they have kicked me out.

    They say there’s evil in me, and band me from the tribe,

    My face it shows my sadness, with tears in every stride.

    My Apache hearts been strong, all my twenty years,

    In strength I will continue, I’ll proudly hide my tears.

    Alone within this desert, my days are very long,

    Listening to the birds, while they sing their desert song.

    There is no evil in me, my woman’s heart is pure,

    How did they see evil ? That haven’t any cure.

    Alone I press on forward, and with each passing day,

    I kneel to watch the sunset, falling as I pray.

    When I reached the foothills, I came upon a creek,

    Maybe it holds the answers, to everything I seek.

    I traveled up the creek side, through willows bright and green,

    Ahead the white cap mountains, most beauty I have seen.

    My Apache feet are tired, I can’t continue on,

    While traipsing through the willows, I find a hidden pond.

    The sun is getting lower, so here I’ll spend the night,

    At daylight I’ll continue, looking for my life.

    As the sun is rising, the pond it has a glow,

    I feel today is different, somehow I just know.

    Then I see a mother deer, there with her spotted fawn,

    Watching as they drink, across the golden pond.

    They jumped into the bushes, spooked by something near,

    Then Apache voices, I faintly start to hear,

    Then I seen their faces, they were Apache bred,

    They welcomed me to join them, in prayer I dropped my head.

    They knew that I was coming, the spirits told them so,

    Across the special waters, that held a holy glow.

    For years I lived among them, welcome as can be,

    For they did not see evil, when they looked at me.

    Happily I spent my days, and they were not as long,

    Living with my family, across the golden pond.

    Just because your judged sometimes, knowing it’s not true,

    Don’t give up, continue on, your family waits for you………

    By: Focused

    • Focused,
      Very inspirational. We need more kindness in this world. Your poem reminds me of my critters. They don’t judge us and there’s a ton of unconditional love waiting there when you get home.

      Keep on keepin on Focused! I like your style.


      • Thanks pdenver… I was just looking back through the hundreds of poems I’ve wrote for you guys and thought I’d repost this one… it’s not one of my favorites but I thought it deserved another post… I’m glad you liked it… enjoy your day… see ya my friend

        • P.s…. out of approximately 370 poems my personal favorites are….

          Note to cancer, Whiskey River, Native Voices and Distant Drums…

          These 5 have always touched me when I reread them…. see ya pdenver

    • So glad you decided to repost this one Focused. I had not read it before, and am glad that I now have the chance. I especially like the last two lines:

      Just because your judged sometimes, knowing it’s not true,

      Don’t give up, continue on, your family waits for you……

      Thanks Focused – JDA

      • Heck JDA, I thought you have read them all…lol all though it has been nearly 7 years of penning here…. time flys when your having fun….. have a great day today… see ya JDA

  31. I like it Focused. It made me think of Geronimo.
    Thank you.

    “Then Apache voices, I faintly start to hear,”

    The song that I will sing is an old song, so old that none knows who made it. It has been handed down through generations and was taught to me when I was but a little lad. It is now my own song. It belongs to me. This is a holy song (medicine-song), and great is its power. The song tells how, as I sing, I go through the air to a holy place where Yusun (The Supreme Being) will give me power to do wonderful things. I am surrounded by little clouds, and as I go through the air I change, becoming spirit only.


    Wisdom and peace come when you start living the life the creator intended for you.


    • Thank you me…. you nailed it… I couldn’t have said it better myself… keep singing your song my friend.. until next time… see ya

    • Even for me – a mere frog – taking the Big Jump is difficult but I think I’m ready.
      Watch me now…..

  32. Enjoyed your poem’s message focused. Invisible things can hammer away at the soul and almost wreck a person.

    Kindness & reconciliation are doorways to peace.

    • Exactly 42….. I’m glad you could see it through my words…

      “ when hatred and judgement are upon you, stay strong, there is light at the end of the tunnel”

      Have a good day today 42…. until next time.. see ya my friend

  33. The Arrow and the Song

    I shot an arrow into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
    Could not follow it in its flight.

    I breathed a song into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For who has sight so keen and strong,
    That it can follow the flight of song?

    Long, long afterward, in an oak
    I found the arrow, still unbroke;
    And the song, from beginning to end,
    I found again in the heart of a friend.


    • Thanks LaCubana for sharing these words of Longfellow…. I really enjoyed reading them..

      “ I too have lost an arrow high,
      No time to say my last goodbye.
      Upon the midday summer breeze,
      It flew off through some distant trees.

      Walking, looking, I thought I could,
      Find it hiding, within the wood.
      And very much to my surprise,
      Alas I get to say goodbye.”

      Just messing around with ya LaCubana… have a great night my friend… until next time… see ya

  34. To La Cubana and Focused

    Soulstice Saving(s) Time

    Fall back to your double omega grandfather clock,
    Wise to chase the arrows of time pro-hac,
    Eagle claw seconds from landing on the moon,
    Minutes, degrees, and ounces of sunlight to breeze-weigh,
    12 hours, 4 asteraces, 2 turtle-doves and a texas 2 step to hold-her,
    Square, triangle, full-circle yester2day,
    A goodyear to wave or handshake hello not goodbye,
    A generation ago brought La Cubana missile crisis to Ericameria,
    A fight of khan, a flight of song dynasty until midnight/gold,
    Our life-times to save A car-ousel Armand Hammerstein Second edition.

    • Thanks for sharing Soulstice…. I like words that make me think… these did…
      Have a great night my friend… until next time.. see ya

  35. Sunday thoughts about a powerful Vacuum Cleaner…

    Oh God in Heaven, Great Spirit
    You breathed life into mankind
    And the creatures of earth.
    May it please you
    To reverse your breath
    Suck evil from the earth,
    Leaving space in men’s hearts
    For kindness and peace to rule.

  36. “ The Pawn “

    The game of life is set, all players in a row,

    One but tiny pawn, the very first to go.

    Reluctant pawns they move, one space at a time,

    The eager pawns move twice, advance their battle line.

    A bishop slides across, to take a troubled horse,

    Life’s battle it has started, all players stay on course.

    Think of what your doing, the consequence is huge,

    One false move and then, from this game you are removed.

    The rook shows little mercy, just sweeping to and fro,

    Attacking one by one, and smiling as he goes.

    I am a tiny pawn, all alone it seems,

    One by one they fall, to protect our mighty king.

    The horses take the pawns, their queen falls to our rook,

    We lost our last brave bishop, to bad he didn’t look.

    The game is nearly over, two kings and tiny me,

    Space by space he moves, not watching as he flees.

    My king he sits back smiling, I have him on the run,

    Right into the corner, of where my game begun.

    I’m just a tiny pawn, but I make my final move,

    Their king just stands there gazing, with nothing left to prove.

    He lays his crown upon the board, and takes his final space.

    Captured by me a pawn, a smile upon my face.

    If you feel belittled, or you life’s not worth a thing,

    Please think about the pawn, who took the mighty king…..

    By: Focused

    • Lovely to still see you here focused, and with your magic pen no less! Beautiful talent you got there! Just sayin!

      • I’m not going anywhere jdiggins…. I’m in it for the long haul…lol I don’t know about “magic pen” but I have penned a lot…
        It’s not like it was in the old days..lol take care my friend and thank you for your kind comment… until next time.. see ya

      • Thank you 777… I just wanted to relate the game of life to the game of chess…. also, in both size doesn’t matter….
        Have a great night my friend….. see ya

    • Focused,

      GREAT JOB!!! This is my favorite one so far. And all your penning is awesome. Greatness from a Pawn. David and Goliath would be proud. My favorite page s this page…peaceful.


      • I’m glad it’s your favorite ByGeorge… I’m also glad that you like my words, knowing that makes writing them worth while…..
        The David and Goliath feel is what I was shooting for…… great things can happen if you keep pushing on…..
        This is a great page…. thanks Dal !!!
        Until next time… see ya

    • Really, really good Focused. Life does seem to be a game of chess at times. Move with purpose, keeping an eye open for the unexpected – JDA

      • Thank you JDA…

        Yes life is a lot like chess.. “ it’s not the steps you take that matters, it’s how you take them”
        Have a good night my friend… until next time… see ya

    • Great poem focused. I like it!

      “Chess is a war over the board. The object is to crush the opponents mind”
      -Bobby Fischer

      • Thank you CrazyFox, I’m glad you liked it…. “ sometimes the littlest of things can make the biggest difference “

        See ya my friend

  37. There once was a guy who could fly
    His rules they’d never comply
    He dug up a Pueblo
    Said he’d never go
    Bones o’er a chest they might lie.

  38. I’m reposting this poem for someone who is currently fighting his battle….
    Send your cancer to Hell my friend… my prayers are with 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 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, ” Thank 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 hope that your friend that is facing cancer wins a victory against his/her foe.
      Quote: “Fight with every ounce in you, and send “Cancer”

      Straight to Hell……. Well said my friend – JDA

      • Thanks JDA… he’s been fighting his battle for a while now… any prayers would be much appreciated…. see ya my friend

    • Focused,

      I’m sorry to hear that. I wish them all, all the best. It seems the “C” word has its own 6 degrees of separation anymore. It’s sad. Good luck to your friend and God Bless.


      • Thanks for the prayers pdenver… have a great day today…until next time… see ya my friend

  39. “Truly Grateful”

    I wish I could find the words
    to tell you how grateful I am.
    For doing things I use to do
    but now find I cannot.

    I wish I could find the words
    to tell you how grateful I am.
    For giving me strength
    during times I feel weak.

    I wish I could find the words
    to tell you how grateful I am.
    Loving tears falls
    and silences the words.

    • That my friend was beautiful… sometimes there are no words that can adequately fill in the blanks, it’s during those times when a hug and a smile in silence says it all…..
      Keep up your penning pdenver, I really enjoy reading your words….. until next time… see ya

  40. When hope is full and doubts are scarce
    The air is filled with music and must.
    Then comes the time snapping twigs scare us
    The switch is swift; behind, ahead a puff of dust.

    A new day springs, our remains recovered
    In wondrous garments wove of flawless silk.
    Pain’s forgotten, boundless grace discovered
    Where air is scented with honey and milk.

  41. When hope is full and doubts are scarce
    The air is filled with music and must.
    Then comes the time snapping twigs scare us
    The switch is swift; behind, ahead a puff of dust.

    A new day springs, our remains recovered
    In wondrous garments wove from flawless silk.
    Pain’s forgotten, boundless grace discovered
    Where air is scented with honey and milk.


  42. “ Into The Light “

    Who goes there? Covered by the night,

    Show yourself I say, and step into the light.

    Behind the dark of shadows, a coward place to hide,

    Be brave and come I say, stand here at my side.

    I gaze into the darkness, a glimpse within the night,

    To see a shadow image, approaching to the light.

    My thoughts they run astray, I bravely stand my ground,

    The calm of night is silent, no Erie little sounds.

    Into the light it enters, now just as brave as I,

    To my knees I fall, a tear swells in my eye.

    Standing there before me, such a peaceful sight,

    An angel with her halo, my angel of the night.

    Sent from Above to guard me, from evil lurking near,

    Her voice was softly spoken, and soothing to my ears.

    She says her job is over, the danger it had passed,

    Then flew off in the darkness, came and left so fast.

    My angel brought a comfort, there in the black of night,

    She bravely came to see me, she stepped into the light.

    Whatever’s in the darkness, whatever sounds I hear,

    I’m not the least bit worried, I know my angel’s near…….

    By: Focused

    • To Love with Word
      It must be heard .

      Lovingly spoken Focused!
      Thanks for this and the many others.

      • Thank you 4rest4fend…. I’m glad you like my words… and your welcome my friend… knowing my words are appreciated makes writing them worth the effort…. have a great night… until next time… see ya

    • Focused, I believe my son was plucked from an icy swift river in Glacier Park – by an angel many years ago when we tried and failed to save our son. It was both the worst and best day of my life as my son was washed away and then miraculously saved by a man who came from no where.

      Your poem holds special meaning to me. May I have your permission to copy and save it?

      • Yes you can copy it my friend… I can’t imagine what you felt as your son was swept away. His guardian angel was watching over him that day for sure… this poem on the surface seems like a normal poem, but to me it’s personal, my guardian angel was there for me one dark night in the desert of southern New Mexico ( my heart attack).. and there’s comfort in knowing she’s still there watching out for me…..
        I’m glad you sons angel was there in the icy waters of glacier…..
        Have a great day today and remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it…

        Until next time… see ya my friend

      • Thank you bird dog for your kind comment. I don’t see it as talent per say, I just jot down my thoughts for you guys to read, so you too can take a journey in thought…

        Someone once said… “no time in thought is wasted”… and I couldn’t agree more…

        I’m glad that you like my thoughts in words….
        Have a great day… until next time… see ya my friend

    • Focused,

      Do you take requests? The necklace posted yesterday is likely a birthday gift for Peggy because it seems custom made for her. I realized that the time frame of ’73/’74 was likely a happy time frame for her. There are many pieces; her husband was home and safe for good, her children were still children, the gallery business was on good footing, and the Mary Tyler Moore show was on the airwaves with all it represents. Life was good for her and only getting better.

      Perhaps you could whip up a poem along those lines. The necklace even provides some other personal insight. Being the poet laureate around here, I’m sure you could come up with something.

      Thanks in advance if you should take up this endeavour,

      Dave B.

      • Or ANYONE can take up the challenge.

        I also realized the necklace is designed to potentially re-gift to a granddaughter, etc.

      • Sorry Dave B for the late response, I just noticed this post….. are you talking about the mojo necklace? If so, I’m sure I can whip up something about it. I have a busy day today but this evening I’ll sit down and give it a shot k… I’ll be sure to include the granddaughter too… I don’t know how it’ll turn out, but I love a good challenge..lol have a great day today…. until next time… see ya my friend

  43. Focused – It seems that I just can’t find the exact words that say what I feel when I read your poetry. Kinda like when I stand on the side of a mountain and look out over a beautiful valley. It’s that feeling of “awe” – it’s the beating of my heart – it’s the tears that come to my eyes. You are truly a master with the pen. An artist.

    • What that Frog Said…

      The poems you paint for us to see
      Will ever echo softly on our hearts …

      Thank you my Friend!

      • Your welcome Spallies…

        you helped mold my poetry early on, along with Jdiggins.

        You have suffered through those early years reading them…lol

        You have pushed me to continue on..

        You are a special person.

        you are truly my friend…

        Have a great day… untilnext time… see ya Spallies…

    • Wow.. what a great and heartfelt comment wwwamericana….. believe it or not, now I’m at a loss for words my friend…. it’s comments like this that push me to continue on writing. I’ve tried to lay my pen down several times over the years since the chase started, only to pick it back up again because I realized that I can make a difference in the hearts and lives of others….
      I don’t see myself as a “master with pen”… heck I didn’t write my first poem until after I joined the chase… but thank you wwwamericana for ranking my words so highly…..
      Have a great day today my friend and remember to pass out a smile to someone who looks like they need it….

      Until next time… see ya

  44. GOLD

    By Myra Schneider

    Begin by banging out the g
    As you always do, one fist cracking
    Down on the other. Now fling

    all you fingers open – see them
    As tremulous rivets, winking suns.

    But why waste time on a word
    That’s not part of your everyday
    like the shoes that stray from your feet
    when you stumble to the dining room?
    Gold won’t add to your mastery, deepen
    your understanding. I know colours

    fill out the bleakness as you stare
    at the strange mouths sound makes
    but you possess a bagful of purples,
    red etc. so why bother with the niceties ?

    And why on a day with a sky heavy
    as an unmilked belly, grey as face
    that’s underfed, a day your lost in worry,
    won’t be going until mother is home

    from hospital, sovereign of your world again?

    What is it then, the gold I want
    to teach? More than money
    misers tensely count, more
    than a band on a wedding finger,
    bangles dug from an Egyptian tomb.

    It’s wet tarmac miracled by light
    to an estuary of shine: a girl on a train,

    by a coalfire when I deciphered
    my very first book; the way layer
    on mountain layer of meaning unfolds
    when two minds and hearts meet –
    a vision incorruptible as the metal…

    You repeat each letter on your fingers,
    then reach for the rim of my watch
    Which echoes the electric strip
    on the ceiling. Laughing you drop,
    sadness for a moment, hold gold.

    • Thanks RMT for sharing Myra’s words…. different indeed, or maybe I just have a simple mind …. definitely thought provoking though….
      Have a great evening… until next time… see ya my friend

    • Thank you for post Myra’s “Gold” poem, RMT. I don’t recall ever reading her works before.

  45. This poem is for you Dave B… you requested one about the necklace as a gift … I hope this is kinda what you had in mind.. the inspiration for this poem comes from the “ Medicinal Mojo Necklace “ story Forrest wrote, and Dave B for challenging me to write it……..
    have a great night everyone…. until next time… see ya

    “ Down The Line “

    The days are creeping closer, must faster now it seems,

    A birthday for my soulmate, no longer in her teens.

    Though years have caught up to her, she has that special shine,

    What gift should I present her, I have one thing in mind.

    Many, many years ago, we sat upon a beach,

    Gazing at the children, all we could see was feet.

    They were diving to the bottom, collecting tiny beads,

    Sunken then for many years, beneath the waving sea.

    I have them now before me, their colors bright and bold,

    I wish they’d tell their secrets, I know they surely hold.

    A necklace I will make, from beads with colors grand,

    A birthday gift for her, to place within her hands.

    One by one I slide, the beads along the string,

    Thinking of the memories, and all the things we’ve seen.

    I hold a finished necklace, it’s beauty bright and bold,

    No gift can ever match it, our lifelong memories told.

    Her special day arrives, her 89th grand year,

    I gift to her the necklace, her smile gives way to tears.

    Reminded of the memories, of a beach so far away,

    Her silence is then broken, “ I don’t know what to say”.

    Two arms around my neck, her lips upon cheek,

    Caught up in the moment, I too could hardly speak.

    Her special day was perfect, thanks to our tiny beads,

    Around her neck she wears them, so all the world can see.

    She looks into my eyes, in her softened voice she speaks,

    Wiping tears of joy, that’s rolling Down her cheeks.

    “ I know my years are few, and our granddaughter trails behind”,

    “ I know she’ll love this necklace, when I pass it down the line”…..

    By: Focused

    • Focused,

      I’d have to say Dave B is going to love your words and your effort! Well done! Keep up the great penning.


      • Thanks ByGeorge… I think that is what he had in mind….
        have a great night my friend…. see ya

        • I love what you did with it Focus. I can see a picture of nothing but feet above the waves. I haven’t written a poem in 45 years or so. My grand total was 2 at 10 years old. Thank ya kindly.

          • Your welcome Dave B… I’m glad you liked it…. 45 years!! Heck I think it’s time to amaze us with your words….
            Have a great night… until next time.. see ya my friend

    • Dang Focused! Having a daughter of my own I couldn’t help but tear up a little. Special high five for you on this one! Nicely done!

      • (Holding my hand up)… thanks for the high 5… Moody C…. and thank you for your kind comment… I have 2 daughters myself, they helped with my thoughts on this one….
        Have a great night… until next time… see ya

      • Pdenver, Spallies has the box of Kleenex, but I’m sure she’ll share….

        “Tears blurr our vision, but never our memories “

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

    • (Holding out a box)…. here ya go wwwamericana….lol thanks for the compliment my friend… enjoy your evening… until next time… see ya

      • Gimmie that box focused! Geez… you sure know how to pull the old heart Strings don’t cha? Thanks my Friend that was beautiful sniff sniff 🙂

        • Here ya go Spallies (holding box to you), I think www is finished with them..
          I don’t know about heart strings spallies, but I do want my readers to feel something…
          Thank you my friend, I’m glad you liked my words… stay warm, until next time… see ya

          • *sniffle, sniffle* …pass that box this way now (holding out hand to receive the box). I can hear the heart strings humming… ever so beautiful.

          • Here ya go bird dog ( holding box of Kleenex)….
            thank you for your kind comment… have a great day today…. see ya my friend

  46. Gotta ask you F, who do you think Forrest will pass his hat to?
    Perhaps you can answer that question using your golden words.

    • Hummmm. Let me think on that one…lol. I’ll come up with something, I don’t know how golden they will be, but I’ll try…k
      See ya my friend

    • Www Americana…Whoever it is better place it on a shelf , because that would be a tough hat to walk under…..
      Now you got me thinking….lol. Thanks my friend..

      • Great poetry Focused, I know you will do “Justice” to ff’s hat and what it means to inherit that, I hope and pray that the passing of the hat will be the continuation of Forrest’s grand plan to “Save the Rockies”.

        TOM TERRIFIC, not just terrific, but enthusiastically passin the hat too save the Rockies.

        • Thanks Tom Terrific… the brown hat that Forrest wears is also special to me, in a distant way… you see, George Dabich gave him that hat and George died on April 22, 2013. On that exact day I had my heart attack and flat lined 3 times and was given 24hours to live by the doctors… April 22, 2013 will forever be a special date to me, therefore Forrest’s brown hat and George are also special…
          I’ll pen something about the hat soon, it may be next week. I’m leaving tomorrow and won’t be home till Tuesday… but I promise to pen one about the hat per requested by wwwamericana…. have a great night… see ya my friend

    • Wwwamericana, I have answered your question below.. I hope you enjoy it my friend. Ok, now back to my coffee…lol have a great day today and remember to smile at someone who looks like they need it….. until next time.. see ya http://www….

  47. Kind-ling

    Winter sun sets much too soon
    Passing days are drawing nigh
    Failure finds some fanning helps
    Juniper flames climbing high.

    Keep us warm Forrest Fire
    More scraps, more scraps kindly add
    Only way to staunch the cold
    Drips which chill the times we’ve had.

    In other words; other worlds
    In the hills and in the streams
    We hear the call and follow will
    Dare to share your timeless dreams.

  48. nothingness / an imaginary homeless illusion / only out of pity comes a name / where’s life then to touch and dwell / nothingness / absent fresh marrows blossomed fruit / always there was something / always a distant pulse / always roots reaching the faraway place / always a thought , a question / a profoundness to halt even their formings / always a trying for palms placement on a golden warmth to be here

  49. Here ya go wwwamericana… I hope you like it… this is how I vision the past and future of Forrest’s old brown hat…. have a great night my friend…. until next time.. see ya

    “ This Old Brown Hat “

    My mind reflects to years ago, beneath a lodge pole pine,

    To a very special memory, of George a friend of mine.

    The sky above it sparkled, all stars were shining bright,

    The air was crisp and cold, a perfect Wyoming night.

    The fire it slowly crackled, with embers on the rise,

    I was lost in conversation, beneath the starry sky.

    My coffee gave me comfort, within an old tin cup,

    But not as much as George, who gladly filled it up.

    Buffalo skulls beside us, a brown hat upon his head,

    Then George removes it slowly, and this is what he said.

    “Friends like you are few, so many come and pass,

    My hat I’m sure will fit you, like water to a glass”.

    He placed his hat upon my head, it’s brown with heavy wear,

    Our friendship grew much stronger, within the chilly air.

    Coyotes in the distant, the smell of burning pine,

    Nothing could be better, here with a friend of mine.

    That was many years ago, he’s no longer on this earth,

    This old brown hat, to me at least, is priceless in its worth.

    For many years I’ve worn it, in honor of my friend,

    But what lies in its future? When my time someday ends.

    The future I’ve decided, I’m not waiting till time is up,

    Again I’ll sip my coffee, from a weathered old tin cup.

    Beside a lazy fire, with its embers rising red,

    I’ll place my old brown hat, on top of Shiloh’s head.

    So he can wear it proudly, as I have many years,

    It’s seasoned for the journey, it’ll help with future tears.

    This old brown hat is special, oh the stories it could tell,

    While placing it back upon my head, in my eye a tear it swells…

    By: Focused

      • Thanks pdenver… above wwwamericana asked who I thought Forrest would pass his hat to and challenged me to write this one… its my past and future visions of the old brown hat….
        Sorry about your blurry vision my friend….. have a great night… until next time.. see ya pdenver

    • Focused,

      That was perfect! Warmed my heart. I was looking at some from last year and I enjoyed many, but, “Forever More” and “First Aid Kit” made smile..

      God’s the most important thing, in your first aid kit……

      Enjoy your day! And well done again!


      • I’m glad it warmed your heart ByGeorge and thank you….
        “First aid kit” is a personal one for me because I once was saved in the desert of southern New Mexico…..
        “Forever More” was written to express my view of what waits ahead…
        There are only a few out of 350 or so poems that I really like. Some others are, “ Whiskey River”, “Note to cancer” , “Distant Drums” and “ Native Voices”…
        The two you mentioned are right there at the top too….
        Thanks again my friend… have a great day.. until next time.. see ya ByGeorge

    • Focused, my Friend – You have done it again. You have brought tears to my eyes, and a warming in my heart. The “Passing of a hat” may have more meaning to the recipient than we shall ever know – What is passed, is far more than a bit of felt… Thanks Focused – JDA

      • Thank you JDA for your very kind comment… your right, “what is passed is far more than a bit of felt”…. shall we all pass something on….
        your welcome my friend…. have a great day… until next time… see ya

  50. Your words though softly written, speak volumes.
    I raise my cup to that one, it is to our children that we leave our stories, our legacies.
    May they wear the ole hats wisely and never forget on whose head they once sat.
    I don’t believe that Shiloh will leave your ole brown hat just laying upon a shelf.
    A hat changes – molds to the wearer and becomes comfortable in its new shape.
    Blessings for the words you wrote – and I’m sure that one pretty much wrote itself.
    A toast to you, the ole brown hat, and to Shiloh.
    Thank you for the gift.

    • Your words are heartfelt wwwamericana…. “may the old brown hat live on and carry memories of what once was…..”
      Thank you for challenging me to write it, your inspiration molded my words my friend… promise fulfilled…lol
      Enjoy your day wwwamericana… until next time… see ya

  51. “To be Focused”

    The road twists, turns, narrow, so long,
    Hard to know what’s right and wrong.
    I am Focused, second chance, born anew,
    Pen and paper, my poems guide me true.

    Renewed life I found in rhyme and verse,
    Of the many travelers this land traversed.
    A book of poems, collects my hearts song,
    Stories of the people, and time bygone.

    So many wonderful friends I have made,
    And my treasure to publish they bade.
    My heart, my poems, for them they call,
    I wish not to profit, but to freely give to all.

    If you are stuck, fork in the road,
    Focused reflections and stories told,
    Will be a guide as you sojourn life,
    Oh how my friend, can truly write.

    • Wow! I’m speechless nearindianajones.. and very humbled and honored at the same time… your words say so much to me… maybe I should share my renewed life with others in a permanent way (book). So when I’m gone they will live on… the chase has inspired my writings and I hope my writings have inspired the chase…. I’m deep in thought now my friend.. thank you..
      Have a great day nearindianajones….. “make a difference for someone today “…. until next time… see ya my friend, friend, friend…

      • Focused,
        It has been too long since I last wrote. You deserve this poem, it is fitting of you, and thank you for the inspiration to write again. No matter how deep the abyss, your anchor runs deeper, it knows how deep a hole is, find it, and it will show you the way back.

        • Very well said my friend… great words to live by…
          The chase has created many memories for me to carry with me, one that I’ll never forget is a handshake from a new friend, standing in the dark in the middle of a gravel road…… it’s the little things that matter most….
          have a great day nearindianajones… until next time… see ya

    • NearIndianaJones,

      Holy West of Toledo!!! What an absolutely perfect poem!!

      If this was a game of checkers, We’d be crowning a few kings in this thread! Talk about kicking some asteroids out of their orbit…SHAZAMMM!!!

      Well done NearIndianaJones! And that goes for every last one of these beautiful minds.

      Good job peeps!


    • Jasonhall,
      I don’t know if you were talking about mine or the one nearindianajones wrote above…. either way I thank you from the both of us… see ya my friend

  52. Here ya go ByGeorge, here’s an old one for ya. All the way back from poetry page I….. it’s waiting, go find it my friend… see ya

    ” The Chest ”

    A chest I was made, from an elegant mold,

    Many years ago, I’m really quite old,

    By a craftsman hands and the visions he had,

    He took his time , one patient young lad.

    He put on my lid , and gave me a latch,

    Then picked out the nicest, key in the batch,

    Then lined me with wood, beautifully bold,

    To carry the ” book of days ” that are old.

    Those days are now over , my missions anew,

    Now I hold gold, and fortunes for you,

    I have been hidden, for you to come find,

    By an old man, who’s one of a kind.

    The silence surrounds me, as I sit all alone,

    Hoping some day , to have me a home.

    you’ll open me up, as soon as you find,

    What I hold inside, will frazzle your mind.

    Rubies , diamonds, sapphires so blue,

    Gold galore , and double eagles too,

    But of all the things ,that will catch your eyes,

    The grandest of grand, a very small prize.

    A small silver bracelet , terquoise beads in a row,

    Made by an indian, a long time ago.

    To return to a man, with a smile on your face,

    Thanking him for ” The Thrill of The Chase “.

    So here I’ll wait , in silent repose,

    How long will I wait ? nobody knows.

    But I will be here, the day you arrive,

    And fall to your knees, in total supprise .

    Enjoy the things , you see on your way,

    The rivers , the mountains , the clouds far away.

    I’m wishing you, the best of the best,

    Now come find me I say, from your friend, ” THE CHEST ” .

    By Focused

    • Focused,

      I honestly give. What an excellently written masterpiece! It shows, just how much work was put into your thoughts, your words , and the chest.

      I can honestly say that these poetry pages are worth their weight in gold! Thanks again Focused! I tip my hat to ya!


      • Your welcome ByGeorge… and thank you for your kind words….. happy thanksgiving my friend…. until next time… see ya

  53. Sorry guys, I’m just sitting here reflecting back to old times… here’s another one from poetry page I…. geez that was a long time ago, we are now on poetry page XVII…. time fly’s when your having fun….lol happy thanksgiving to everyone out there… until next time… see ya

    “Santa Fe Man”

    A Santa Fe man, was growing quite old ,

    So North he went, to hide him some gold,

    How far he went, still remains to be known,

    Some say to a land, they call ” Yellowstone “.

    They say that the “chest ” , is ten inches square,

    All can look , but lookers beware,

    Because this ole man, is sharp as a tack,

    He hid all the gold and he never looked back.

    Nine clues he gave, to us as a path,

    Sounds simple to me, I’m doing the math,

    Thirty minutes have passed, since the clues I began,

    I Done figured out, this Santa Fe man.

    I’m packing my bags, to go get the gold,

    That poem was nothing, like what I’ve been told,

    heading up north, where the buffalo’s roaming,

    Up in the northwest, part of wyoming .

    I arrive at the ” secret ”, place that I’ve found,

    Jumped out of my truck, took off with a bound,

    Climbed up to my spot, where the water is high,

    I looked for the blaze, but started to sigh.

    It was then that I realized , without any doubt,

    The poem was much more, than I figured out,

    It fits many places, around this great land,

    My “hats off to you”, that Santa Fe man.

    Many roads I have traveled, how long will it last ?

    Don’t really know, but ” I’M HAVING A BLAST ”

    While I travel across, this beautiful land,

    I never will doubt the “Santa Fe” man.

    By Focused

    • Focused, I went back through the poetry pages and read many of your poems, including all those mentioned above. They are priceless gems. As I mentioned before, you have real talent. You definitely should publish them. I can’t say which one I like best because they are all so good….second thought, maybe “Into the Light.” What a funny coincidence that we were both lost at one time in the southern New Mexico desert. I was a child at the time, lost in the City of Rocks. God sent angels (in the form of FBI) to rescue me out there in the middle of nowhere. (There were no cellphones back then, and no phones in the area to call for help.) Another coincidence was when I just read for the first time your poem “Chimayo Dirt.” Just recently, I was urging my mother, saying that we should make a little pilgrimage to El Sanctuario de Chimayo, the Lourdes of America, to pray for healing of her eyes. (Also asking for St. Lucy’s intercessory prayer.) She has Macular Degeneration, Fuch’s Disease, and Glaucoma in one eye which requires a shot every 6 weeks. She also had a cataract in the other eye many years ago which required surgery for a lens implant. With all this eye trouble she still makes quilts. Currently, she is making a Mariners Compass quilt for me…her most difficult one ever. I would also like to take our dogs to Chimayo, especially our white one. I like to call her our little ragamuffin since she is always so dirty because she loves to roll in the dirt in the backyard. We’re lucky if we can keep her clean for an entire day after her bath. She has a serious allergy problem (don’t know what she’s allergic to) which requires a shot every month. The Chimayo Dirt is the kind of dirt that I would love to see her roll in.

      I say “coincidence” but I would much rather say “God incident” because is there really any happenstance with an Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent God? Everything happens for a reason, whether ordained by God or allowed by God. I view your poem “Chimayo Dirt” as a confirmation that we should make that pilgrimage. God bless you and all who read your poems.

      • Thanks bird dog… I’m glad you like my words, it makes writing them worth it…
        If you haven’t visited Chimayo, it’s a must see place… in the back room where the hole of dirt is are hundreds of pictures of people cured by the holy dirt… amazing place to see…
        Happy thanksgiving my friend….. see ya

    • W O W Focused – How you captured “The Thrill of the Chase.” I bet that every one of us have had your experience. So sure of our solves, only to figure out that we still need to figure it out. I LOVED it. Think I will pin it to my “Treasure wall” – the place in my den where I hang photo’s of my many trips, many precious moments captured of “Thrilling” trips, along with the poem and a couple of maps. This poem will fit in perfectly – THANKS, and Happy Thanksgiving to you, yours and all – 🙂 JDA

      • Hang it on your wall JDA… in spirit I’ll be there helping you along….
        Have a great thanksgiving my friend… oh, easy on the pumpkin pie…lol
        Until next time… see ya

  54. Focused my Friend , I hope you and all of the rest of the searchers out there have a beautiful Thanksgiving!

    This is my new favorite line in life…

    “Don’t really know, but ” I’M HAVING A BLAST ””

    • Happy thanksgiving to you too Spallies… I believe we’re all having a blast…
      ok, now back to the dessert table… see ya my friend

  55. These beautiful poems and beautiful comments are such a treat

    God bless everyone who makes Forrest’s Chase and our lives sweeter.

    I might almost make a meal of them this Thanksgiving

    But I have herbs (no cloves) to season a turkey that did not

    Tarry Scant!

    • Feast my friend feast….lol thanks and happy thanksgiving to ya 4rest4fend…..
      Until next time… see ya

  56. Africa

    In her eyes I saw thousand years back all the way to Africa.
    Passing glance told the story about pride earned.
    Spirits spoke in the way she carried herself.
    They spoke of a beautiful perspective on life.
    We knew life’s secrets exchanged in that glance.

    Thru the eyes of another I witnessed something holy.
    It was the love and empathy purity innocence’s flowing glowing.
    Touched my heart to see hope in the eyes of another a better world.
    Denied are the dark thoughts that seek to soil a pure soul.
    Such a rare sight to see one walk in beauty as the Navajo would say.

    For the lucky few who pass this way don’t let go.
    Lost are those that don’t see all that is good in the world.
    Hope is there along with prayers and sharing.
    A life time just a moment cosmos speak and we move on.

    I don’t know why but I was really touched almost to tears.
    In the eyes I seen her dad her grandfather and beyond.
    Back to where we all come from.
    She knew the way back.
    Very rare sight.


    • Powerful words me…keep up your penning my friend… I always love a good read… have a great night my friend… see ya

    • Me,

      Why does the word “Euphoric” come to mind when I read your words?

      I was literally telling my bosses boss a few weeks ago that I try to find the good in everyone. Of course, she then continued to give me a written verbal for being tardy. I didn’t tell her I was looking for Forrest Fenn’s Treasures…

      Nice thoughts Me…


    • I thank you guys for taking the time to read this.
      She may never see this but others will see what I saw.

      “Euphoric” – characterized by or feeling intense excitement and happiness.
      “a euphoric sense of freedom”

      Very perceptive on your part. Very intense feeling came over me as I was about to post this.
      Can’t explain but I thought it was meant to be.

  57. 4rest4fend,

    Nice and peaceful in here…some great minds and deep thoughts. It’s nice to ride along with each and every vision. They take us to places of beauty and wonderment that stirs our emotions.

    Sounds to me like Mr Turkey tarry scanted a little to long!


  58. “ Broken Silence”

    Raindrops down the window pane, a distant thunders heard,

    Beside my fire aglow, in silence not a word.

    Gazing in my fireplace, at dancing tiny flames,

    Alone here in my thoughts, about life they quickly came.

    No I’m not a singer, nor painter with his art,

    Im not a CEO, in a high rise touching stars.

    But yet I’m not a beggar, or homeless on the street,

    Holding out my hands, to everyone I meet.

    I’m somewhere in the middle, I’m happy living here,

    Life’s not about the fortunes, or kinda car I steer.

    Our daily lives hold treasures, but first you have to look,

    Smiles from a total stranger, or stories from a book.

    A cozy little fire, like this I sit beside,

    Raindrops on the window, or the thunder heard outside.

    The treasures they are endless, for those who truly live,

    It’s not about the getting, it’s more about what you give.

    Two coffee cups beside me, steam rising from their tops,

    I smile while looking over, at the treasures that I’ve got.

    My fire is burning low now, the rain outside has end,

    The silence is then broken, awakes my homeless friend….

    By: Focused

      • Thanks Jasonhall… I’m glad you liked it. The moral of this poem is…
        “Treasure the little things in life and lend a helping hand to someone less fortunate “

        Those are the true treasures my friend. Have a great night… until next time… see ya Jasonhall

    • Focused,

      I don’t know you, but I love you!

      Beautiful Poem!
      Beautiful Message!
      Beautiful Heart!
      Beautiful Spirit!

      Once again,well done, and Thank You…


      • Your welcome ByGeorge… and thank you for your “ Beautiful “ comment…..

        “ life is full of beautiful treasures, to find them one must look with their heart, not their eyes”

        I love ya back my friend… have a great day today and remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it….. until next time.. see ya ByGeorge

      • ByGeorge,
        Here’s an example of what I mean when I say enjoy the little things…

        Right now I have a small squirrel in a cage in my house (to stay warm).. he was injured and couldn’t use his front legs (they were limp).. he surely would have died out there on his own… he has been nursed back to good health and both front legs are working fine now, he climbs all over the cage… later today he will be released back into the trees that he calls home. That my friend will be one of my treasures today….
        until next time… see ya

        • Focused,

          You are a real sweet potato!

          My hope is that you stay safe and well.

          You don’t say so, I hope your homeless friend is someone actually known to you.

          Social Workers and Saints can find themselves in sketchy situations. Please let another close friend or family member who lives nearby know to visit with you every day.

          Love your heart, God Bless.

          • Sweet potato? You know 4rest4fend, I’ve been called many things in my life but this is the first time for that…lol thanks for the smile my friend… have a great night… God Bless to you too… until next time.. see ya

  59. “ His Brush “

    At rest upon this mighty rock,

    These mountains are so grand.

    It slows my ticking earthly clock,

    To gaze across this land.

    A silhouette’s before me,

    Of peaks so far away.

    A perfect place to see,

    The dawning of new day.

    The sky above is waking,

    Awoke by morning light.

    Artwork in the making,

    Oh such a peaceful sight.

    The air is calm around me,

    No breeze it moves at all.

    I hear a lone Wapiti,

    Sound out his mating call.

    Special times like these,

    Stored in my memory bank.

    Are truly here to please,

    I sure know who to thank.

    Rays streak across the distant sky,

    Past mountains in the far.

    Then focused in my morning eyes,

    The last but shining star.

    A perfect morning for me,

    I rest not in a rush.

    To watch Gods artwork changing,

    And the stroking of his brush…..

    By: Focused

    • A beautiful sunrise to start the day anew.
      God is not the only artist with a brush, Focused.
      Is a painting ever really completed?
      You can always add just one more stroke of the brush and the picture changes.
      Thank you sir.

      • Your welcome wwwamericana…. to answer your question, it depends on who’s holding the brush, my brush will someday make its last stroke, but his brush will never stop creating beautiful artwork for all to enjoy….
        I was enjoying my morning and thought I’d jot one down for you guys and wish all of you a perfect morning also…. have a great day today wwwamericana… until next time… see ya my friend…

    • That’s beautiful, Focused. Thank you for sharing such beautiful words.
      Have a wonderful and blessed day.

      • Thank you Sarah B and your welcome my friend…. I will have a wonderful and blessed day, you do the same…

        “ Enjoy the little things, because in the grand scope of life they are huge “

        Until next time… see ya Sarah B…

    • @focused
      Beautiful poem. Ive had a couple of rough health days and appreciated your words. Thanks for sharing your talent.

      • Thank you 42.. I’m sorry to hear about your couple of “rough health days”… I’m glad I could help ya out a little with my words… if your ever feeling bad and want to chat you can email me anytime… at … springtime1996@hotmail.com
        I hope you get feeling better my friend… until next time… see ya 42

  60. You, my friend, are the perfect painter – of words. Through you mind and fingers emerge “paintings” as beautiful as those created by the finest artists. Your color palette is bright and beautiful, you hues a delight. Thanks SOOOO much for sharing this morning painting with us – JDA

    • Your welcome JDA and thank you for your very kind comment about my writings. It means a lot to me know that someone enjoys reading my words.

      To me, A blank canvas is the fuel for imagination. I usually have a start line when I begin a poem, but no idea where im going with it, I just let my imagination take over… the rest is history..lol thank you for putting up with my imagination over the years…

      If I’m ever in your neck of the woods, I would love to buy my friend dinner…. enjoy the upcoming Christmas season with your family and stay warm….
      Until next time… see ya JDA

  61. “ A Redneck Kind Of Christmas “

    A coon dog on the sofa, it’s just to cold outside,

    A record in the player , plays “ Oh Holy Night.

    Christmas lights are strung, around the window at the door,

    No need to take them down, left from the year before.

    The ceiling fan it wobbles, keeping rhythm with the tune,

    Then a holler to the kids, “ya’ll Santa’s coming soon”.

    He has to use the front door, this trailer has no flue,

    Explain that one to the young-uns, not a easy thing to do.

    This redneck country Christmas, by far, the best in years,

    “ Whoever’s in the bathtub, you worsh behind them ears”

    There’s cookies in the oven, for Santa’s midnight snack,

    The energy he needs, to lift that hefty sack.

    “Settle down you kids, quit running down the hall”

    Then the youngest of the five, sits down and starts to bawl.

    I rare back on the sofa, by blue, and grab my head.

    “ I think I hear ole Santa, you kids go jump in bed”

    But really I heard nothing, I need a tiny break,

    A little peace an quiet, not much for goodness sake.

    Then poof the kids were gone, ran down the narrow hall,

    I forgot about the cookies, by Gosh I burnt them all.

    I tossed them out the back door, the kids they’ll never know,

    That is when I noticed, a light but falling snow.

    Asleep the kids are silent, me and momma by ole blue,

    Arm in arm we rest, with nothing left to do.

    Early in the morning, before the morning sun,

    I’ll hear their tiny feet, running one by one.

    I wouldn’t trade our Christmas, best day throughout the year,

    To see their smiling faces, while ole blue is watching near……

    By Focused

    • I love your poem, Focused! It made me giggle. It made me go down Memory Lane of Christmases past.

      • Thanks pdenver, I’m glad I could bring a smile to ya and memories of the past…. I hope your Christmas goes easier than the one in my poem..lol have a great night… until next time… see ya pdenver

      • Your welcome JDA.. memories for sure my friend… Christmases now days are a lot more relaxing…lol enjoy your evening… until next time… see ya JDA

    • I really liked that. Didn’t Forrest say something about a redneck from Texas finding the treasure. Not certain if it’s in a s.b. or not.
      Great poem, thank you for the warm laugh.

      • I’m glad you like it Jasonhall… I’m paraphrasing but when Forrest was ask “ who was your audience for the chase?” His reply was something like “ every redneck in Texas with 12 kids and a pickup truck , who just lost his job , he can throw a bedroll in the back of the pickup and go look for my treasure”….
        I’m glad I could bring a warm laugh to ya my friend…. have a great night… until next time… see ya

    • This one’s for you Focused

      Fame Is A Food That Dead Men Eat
      By Austin Dobson

      Fame is a food that dead men eat,–
      I have no stomach for such meat.
      In little light and narrow room,
      They eat it in the silent tomb,
      With no kind voice of comrade near
      To bid the banquet be of cheer.

      But Friendship is a nobler thing,–
      Of Friendship it is good to sing.
      For truly, when a man shall end,
      He lives in memory of his friend,
      Who doth his better part recall,
      And of his faults make funeral.

      ‘Numquam Obliviscar’

      Gene Autry – Here Comes Santa Claus

      • Me,
        Thank you for sending me the words of Austin Dobson… I enjoyed reading this, I haven’t read this one before… thank you

        And thank also for the Gene Autry video, it put a smile on my face… I liked the Santa on horseback..lol

        Your kindness to think of others I will
        “ Numquam Obliviscar”

        Have a great evening “Me”…… thanks again my friend……. until next time…

  62. Scales fell gently from my eyes
    Not with a sudden crash or jangle
    But softly, freely, moistly, dropping
    To join a small and growing pool
    With radiating rings expanding ever outwards

    • Good penning RonnyLee… thank you for sharing them with us my friend….

      I’ll add to it , if ya don’t mind……..

      “deep within my eyes of scale,

      A Heartbeat can be heard.

      For all who’s traveled past the vale,

      Sounds out it’s every word.

      An empty void, of eternal days,

      Scales of my heart deploy,

      No pain or hurt can wipe away,

      My pooling scales of joy…….”

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

        • Thanks RonnyLee,
          Yeah, I thought about writing it not rhyming but, believe it or not, it was easier for me to rhyme…. I guess that’s how my brain works…lol
          I write simple poems, using simple words, so readers can simply enjoy them…
          Have yourself a simple day my friend…. until next time…. see ya

          • Thanks ByGeorge, Ronny gets credit for this exchange of words… I just jumped on Ronny’s bandwagon…lol
            Have a great night… until next time… see ya ByGeorge

  63. The search is ever endless,

    Past rivers deep and wide.

    Is long ago within us,

    Alive down deep inside?

    Take a day, and set aside,

    Time to go explore.

    To find what out there, surly lies,

    Look and look some more.

    And tune your ears, into the wind,

    Listen for their whispered word.

    For if you do this, trust me friend,

    It is amazing what is heard….

    By: Focused

    P.S- If you read down the first word of every line it says..
    “ The past is alive, take time to look and listen for it.”…….
    Have a great day everyone…. until next time.. see ya my friends

      • I like this poem Focused.
        Sorry, it’s been awhile since I comment on this page.

        We all know you are truly talented Focused, and we hope that never runs dry.

        Thanks, and keep the poems coming.


        • I’m glad you liked it Bur…. no need to apologize, the chase keeps us pretty busy elsewhere…lol
          As long as I’m breathing and the chase keeps going my imagination and words will flow… I’m in it for the long haul my friend….
          Thanks for your kind comment..
          Have a great day today… until next time… see ya

  64. Here ya go.. I fixed it…lol. My bad

    “Look And Listen”

    The search is ever endless,

    Past rivers deep and wide.

    Is long ago within us,

    Alive down deep inside?

    Take a day, and set aside,

    Time to go explore.

    To find what out there, surly lies,

    Look and look some more.

    And tune your ears, into the wind,

    Listen for their whispered word.

    For if you do this, trust me friend,

    It is amazing what is heard….

    By: Focused

    P.S- If you read down the first word of every line it says..
    “ The past is alive, take time to look and listen for it.”…….
    Have a great day everyone…. until next time.. see ya my friends

    • Focused. May I second the opinion you should do a book. Your poems are wonderfully crafted and poignant. They should be shared beyond this ephemeral medium.

      • RonnyLee,
        I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been asked to put my words into a book form, so they can be thumbed through page by page and put upon a shelf for future reading… I started the process a year or so ago and then stopped because I didn’t think I’d get my publishing costs back. To me, my poems are ok, but I’m not sure they are book worthy…Maybe I should just bite the bullet and give it a shot… heck, my kids don’t even know I write them…. a book would be a shock to them for sure…lol besides, I have somewhere between 350 to 400 of them now. Many I have posted here any many others I’ve kept to myself….I guess I need to do something with them…
        Thanks foe the “second opinion “ my friend…
        Until next time… see ya

        • Maybe you could pare it down and toss out some of the clunkers (heck, you may not have any) and make a nice 72 poem volume of your best. You maybe could kickstart it to get over the production cost “nut.” Sell them here on HOD. Then, when you sell those copies, you’ve still got enough for a couple three more volumes.

          • Something to think about for sure Ronny… thank you for your insight my friend… heck, I could probably take some to Fennboree and kickstart it… hummm
            You’ve really got me thinking now…lol
            Have a great night my friend.. thanks again.. see ya

  65. Butterfly-beautiful flight.

    For moment before the butterfly died it showed me how it saw life.
    It was mesmerizing and a little unnerving.
    I seen felt heard nothing around me as I watched.
    It was like looking thru a tunnel maybe a vortex of energy coming from it.
    The pull was so strong it scared me and I had to look away for moment.
    I wish now I did not look away because I feel I lost part of the gift.
    Waves echo’s unhurried flight than landed and gave itself to the world.
    It seems to me that I have seen it all before.

    How strange don’t you think?

    My spirit dances with those who are true to themselves.
    Rednex – Spirit Of The Hawk

    • Beautiful me… beautiful.. thanks for sharing these words. My mind is now in a comfortable place… peace to you also…. until next time.. see ya my friend

  66. The Courts of Chaos – (Written before I knew Forrest was being sued by that fool)

    The case, The Chase
    Judge Wise presides
    Abaft the bench
    The plaintiff sighs

    The courtroom, the Web
    Parables to the witness
    Spinning into Chaos
    The jury in suspense

    Temporary adjournment
    Though the verdict is clear
    Deliberations begin
    The end is near

      • Your Dad sounds like a wise man. I’m assuming wisdom is genetic too…take care ByGeorge.

    • Prospector, I like this one too… heck, I’ve missed out on a lot today, you guys have been busy… keep up the good penning everyone….. until next time… see ya

  67. “Wings above”

    Sundog, Thunderbird
    Shining in the sky

    Sundog, Thunderbird
    Soaring up so high

    Sundog, Thunderbird
    What is it that you say?

    Will rains and wind
    Come soon to send
    Us on to Winter’s days?

    Sundog, Thunderbird
    Across the sky you climb

    Beneath your wings
    You guide from high
    In golden harvest time

    by RonnyLee

    I saw a rainbow colored sundog Thunderbird this morning.

    • RonnyLee, lucky you… the vision inspired some more great words from you… thank you for sharing them with us… it makes you wonder what tomorrow morning holds in store…..
      Take care my friend.. see ya

  68. “The Squall”

    Our bark pitched and lolled
    midst breakers that rolled,
    dark as squids ink o’er the gunnels.

    Both larboard and lee,
    The sky nor the sea could nary agree
    which was the charge of t’other.

    The toothless Bosenmate, Phigg,
    chortled while quaffing a swig
    of foul and treacherous grog,
    just dipped from the quartermain hog.

    He exclaimed with delight,
    his eyes sheeny with light
    from the St. Elmo’s fire
    that danced in the wires above.

    “I’ve seen the likes of fjords
    ‘n dikes and sailed the blue
    waters down South…but I’ve never
    skimmed through a squall such as
    thee’n, nor dodged such devilish spouts!

    Tighten yer buckler, ye pewlin’
    landlubber, we’re in for a Helluva blow!
    Yes, we’re in for a God-awful blow!”

    The wind shrod through the lines
    that hummed as if tines of some
    giant’s mad tuning fork.

    When Cap’n yelled out,
    “Coming About!” and spun the wheel,
    heelin’ the rudder.

    It was then that I seen that wall
    black and green that made my spine
    tingle and shudder.

    That wall of sateen, spindrift and sheen,
    keen deadly for malice and murder.

    Down bore that black curtain that
    meant one thing certain.
    We were in for a Terrible blow!
    Yes, we braced for a punishing blow!

    That’s the last that I seen of Phigg
    and the Cap’n and two-score other
    poor souls. The Bark torn asunder
    as the Wave pulled them under
    and down to the black deep below.

    Why I was spared is a wonder
    that I ‘spect I’ll never know.

    Rare’s the day I don’t weep
    for Forever they’ll keep
    in the rivers of deep that flow

    in the icy cold brine below…
    in the inky dark brine below.

    By: RonnyLee

    • Ronny Lee,
      Great penning my friend… I could visualize everything going on as all embraced for the blow and the aftermath of it also…. thank you for your words my friend….. until next time… see ya

  69. Enjoyed the poems posted these past few days. Quite talented artists. Keep up the good work. Look forward to reading more.

  70. Forrest’s recent scrapbook about Eric Sloane inspired me to write this little poem… it’s kinda my salute to Eric myself…. I hope you enjoy it…. have a great day my friends… until next time… see ya

    “ Within Your Wood “

    Within the wood, a voice is heard,

    Softly spoken, it’s every word.

    Of memories past, and yet to come,

    It’s rings tell all, years one by one.

    Though dry and cracked, no leaves remain,

    It needs no more, soft subtle rains.

    The stories of, its yesteryear,

    Now fall upon, our present ears.

    Now breath, look and listen well,

    To its days of glory, before it fell.

    Learn its lessons, there where it lay,

    Someday your limbs, will stop their sway.

    Go now enjoy, your life of green,

    Build your oak, with many rings.

    So when you rest, there where you stood,

    They’ll hear your voice, within your wood….

    By: Focused

    • Enjoyed your poem, Focused. Isn’t it amazing how a tree tells the tale of weather over the years? Earlier this summer, we had to have someone take down an Ash from our front yard. Branches were beginning to fall and posed some danger to people. It shaded the family beautifully from the heat for many years and was sad to see it go. Upon the cuts, I could see the years where we had ample rainfall in the tree’s early years, and plenty of drought years thereafter.

      • Thanks pdenver,
        Yes it is amazing how the past can be seen within the wood, it’s kinda like mother nature’s recorded history…… and also sometimes you can look into the past and see the future (history repeats itself)…
        Have a great day today pdenver… until next time… see ya my friend

      • Thank you for the “stars” Ronny Lee… heck, I think that’s the first time that I’ve had a star rating…lol made me smile
        Have a great evening my friend…. until next time… see ya

  71. go back along the circles edge/ the scarred ring to be untilled/ as footprints vanquished from the rivers rise/ back to harmonies home/ here peace is joined/ back further still and melodies play/ not known still instantly known/ yet back again to a rhythmic rush of tides and wings of eagles sounding unconquerable drumbeats echoing truth for measure/ and there placed upon the core the forgotten gracious thumbprint of who we once were by innocence/ upstream eagles teach flight/ carried downstream the transcendent treasure of our longing

    • Hank,
      Your words always put me in deep thought, a place where imagination, peace and comfort reunite to enjoy each other’s company…. thank you for your words once again my friend. Have a great day today and remember to enjoy the little things…..until next time… see ya Hank

  72. “Leaves”

    When leaves aquiver fall pell mell

    in patterns on the forest floor,

    Nature’s scene lights up to tell of

    Wonder, colored warm and bright.

    Relax, be still a moment more for

    Pause, to dwell in rest a mite,

    And contemplate how blessed you are.

    Thank heaven above for graceful sights,

    God shows to those whom he loves well.

    by RonnyLee

    The first word from each line reads in a sentence to say:

    “When in nature’s wonder, relax, pause, and thank God.”

    Thanks to “Focused” for inspiration to try one of these puzzle poems.

  73. Chapter 25 TTOTC
    Ode to Peggy Jean
    Poem to my wife
    Leave me and my out of it
    Po(em) to (my) wife
    Wit of Poe
    Such a treasury of briiliance
    The Gold Bug
    The Balloon hoax
    An Enigma
    but most importantly….
    The cask of Amontillado
    The oblong boX


  74. Christmas is the time of year to celebrate the birth of Christ and enjoy our time with friends and family, but let’s not forget his death, to us, that was the greatest gift of all….. have a great Christmas everyone…. until next time.. see ya

    “What They Do”

    A taste of pure forgiveness, was wet upon his lips,

    A heavy load was carried, with pain from cracking whips.

    One knee upon the ground, to rest a tiny bit,

    Stones were flung by many, while others yelled and spit.

    Armored men were brutal, they forced his every step,

    Lookers by the hundreds, which many bowed and wept.

    His will was truly tested, his strength wore down to none,

    Up the hill he grunted, each step up one by one.

    Two crosses were before him, a hole between the two,

    His mother wept while watching, nothing she could do.

    Laid upon his cross, nails drove through hands and feet,

    Then stood up in the hole, his lips could barely speak.

    Blood upon his face, both hands and feet the same,

    His dry mouth it then opened, his words they softly came.

    He looked up to the heavens, the sky above was blue,

    “ Please forgive them father, they know not what they do.”

    By: Focused

    • Focused, I think it’s important to let someone know when they touch your soul. In a flurry of baking Christmas cookies I read your poem…bowed…and wept.

      • I’m glad my words touched you 42 but my words are just words, the story is real …. never forget…
        Pass me a cookie my friend…lol I can almost smell them now…
        Have a great night…. until next time… see ya 42

    • Focused,

      I don’t know what you do for a living, but, thank you for sharing your hobby with us all. Another picture painted. Well done.

      Merry Christmas when ya get there Focused.


      • Your welcome ByGeorge, you nailed that one on the head, hobby, I just write for you guys here on this blog, nowhere else…. I’m glad you could see the picture my friend… merry Christmas to you and your family also ByGeorge …. until next time… see ya

    • Every time the image is mentioned, I cry like a baby. The feeling stays in the heart and soul. Your poem is beautiful, Focused.

    • He said, “I thirst,” and they raised a sponge soaked in gall To his lips. Pure evil, and yet forgiven.
      Thanks, Focused, for the reminder of the gift that only needs acceptance.

      • Your welcome RonnyLee, I wish you and your family a warm Christmas season filled with laughter and smiles…… ok, now on to the next one, I have words from the ancient indians of the southwest in my mind , just waiting to be heard… humm…..
        Have a great day my friend…. until next time… see ya

  75. Thank you pdenver….. enjoy your christmas season with friends and family….. may your heart and soul be forever warm my friend……… until next time.. see ya

    • Thank you, my friend. I hope your home is full of love, happiness, and laughter with family and friends.

  76. “Chaos and Embroidery”

    I know where it is…

    No you don’t!

    Yes I do!

    Tell me where it is.

    No, I won’t!

    That’s not true!

    If you’re so stinking sure
    Why don’t you have it in your hand?

    Just wait and see
    Then you’ll believe
    When I’ve been there and back again!

    by RonnyLee


    • Thanks for sharing your words RonnyLee…. it seems like over the past 7 years that I’ve been in the chase I’ve heard this conversation many times…lol thanks for the smile my friend.. keep up the good work… have a great night… until next time… see ya

  77. This is a repost of one I wrote during the Christmas season in 2016…. Ive gave it a new title since then. The new title is Below … Merry Christmas to all my searcher friends….. see ya

    ” Christmas Flames “

    Sitting by the fireplace, the snow outside it falls,

    Christmas is upon us, I’ve decked my cozy halls.

    Soft music in the air, the tune ” Oh Holy Night”,

    My Christmas tree is blinking, multi colors bright.

    While staring in the fireplace, a hold a glass of wine,

    My mind it drifts away, to another place and time.

    One cold and starry night, a precious child was born,

    They placed him in a manger, a stall out in the barn.

    Mary named him Jesus, but little did she know,

    How he would change the world, everywhere he’d go.

    From feeding many men, on a single tiny fish,

    He brought the lame to walk again, and given many’s wish.

    That Christmas gift was special, wrapped up in woven cloth,

    Later he would die for us, nailed on a wooden cross.

    To give an open doorway, to eternity in peace,

    Aloud I thank him for that, I know he hears me speak.

    My warming fire just flickers, my glass of wine is low,

    Have a Merry, Merry Christmas, I’ll say before I go.

    Enjoy your time with family, during all your Christmas season,

    But don’t forget the baby gift, for truly he’s the reason.

    With my glass held high, I toast to all my friends,

    A warm felt Christmas card, to each of you I send.

    My fire is burning softly, outside a falling snow,

    That’s it from me till next time…see ya …I gotta go……

    By: Focused

      • Thank you pdenver, I wish for you and your family a great Christmas also… enjoy the little things as you mingle with your friends and family.. have a good night pdenver…. until next time… see ya

      • Thank you RonnyLee, May you too have a warm and happy Christmas with friends and family…. have a great night… until next time… see ya RonnyLee…….

    • Blessed one tender and mild
      Creatures kneel, both meek and wild
      In the fullness of time wonders come
      Heaven and Earth reconciled.

      As in Heaven, so on Earth
      Gentle Judgment a cause for mirth
      Our souls freed by the Holy One
      We’re Sparkly warmed by Love’s hearth.

      Thanks for being Focused for all of us.

      Joy to all this glorious season.

      • Your welcome 4rest4fend…. thank you for such wonderful words…have a great Christmas with friends and family my friend…

        “Through the eyes of the heart, happiness is seen”

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

  78. “Snowy Christmas Eve Night”

    In a cabin in the woods,
    nestled by the fire,
    Mama cooks the last bit of food.
    Things are looking dire.

    Papa has gone hunting,
    and he’s been gone for days.
    Snow is falling and wind is howling,
    and it looks like it’s here to stay.

    The children are given the last broth,
    while Mama reads to them.
    Silently she prays for Papa’s return,
    she knows not when.

    Mama tucks them into bed,
    and kisses them goodnight.
    She looks into the darkness,
    on that snowy Christmas Eve night.

    I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas.

    • Great penning pdenver … I could visualize your words and at the same time I could feel the hardship that so often came with necessity…..
      Keep your pen moving pdenver, your words are a joy to read…. have a wonderful Christmas yourself my friend….
      Until next time…. see ya

  79. Here ya go pdenver, I’ve added onto your poem, I hope you don’t mind…. Merry Christmas everybody… until next time…. see ya

    “ Snowy Christmas Eve Night (continued)”

    While looking in the darkness,

    Mamas thoughts they run astray,

    Papa said that he’d return,

    In just a couple days.

    A week has passed since leaving,

    For the food they dearly need.

    The howling wind it carries,

    The snow on past the trees.

    Their fire it slowly flickers,

    Only three sticks left to use,

    Burn them now or morning?

    Which one she now must choose.

    Their Christmas Eve’s been harder,

    Than any , the years before.

    Mamma she then heard it,

    Boots stomp at the door.

    Their wooden door swung open,

    The snow it drifted in.

    There stood the children’s papa,

    All bound up with a grin.

    An armload full of wood,

    A sack tied to his belt.

    For sure, the greatest Christmas,

    That mama ever felt.

    For she received her present,

    Oh such a welcomed sight,

    Removed his coat and hugged him,

    On a snowy Christmas Eve night……

    By: Focused

      • Your welcome pdenver and thank you for your poem, my thoughts would not have gone there if you had not written your words…. merry Christmas pdenver….. until next time… see ya

      • Thanks JasonHall, you can give the credit to pdenver, she started it with some wonderfully written words, I just jumped on the bandwagon, having a little fun with pdenver….
        Have a Merry Christmas….. see ya my friend

    • YEA- Dad returned , all safe and sound. Lovely poem Focused.

      I wish you and yours the merriest of Christmas’ – JDA

      • I love a good ending myself JDA… Merry Christmas to you as well my friend… until next time…. ho ho ho…… lol

  80. Merry Christmas Everyone!

    My Special thanks to Forrest for TTOTC & to Dal for this terrific blog community.

    Shout of joy to Focused & 4rest4fend for their meaningful poetry, on the advent of Christ’s birth, about His amazing gifts of peace and everlasting life.

    May it be Christmas in your hearts.
    (By Alan Jackson)


    • I loved it 42 !!!! Thank you for the link and your kind words. My wish for you 42 is….

      “ May it be Christmas in your heart,
      Everyday of the year”

      Remember why we celebrate!!!
      Until next time… see ya 42

  81. ‘‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the chase,
    Not a searcher was stirring, not even a bouillabaisse;
    The scrapbooks were read by the chimney with care,
    In hopes that St. Forrest soon another he will share.
    The searchers were nestled all snug in their solves,
    While visions of golden-jewels awaited their resolves;
    And mamma bear in her cave, and I searching a map,
    Had just settled our hunt for a long winters nap.
    When out across the table lay all the treasured clutter,
    I sprang from my chair I could hardly utter;
    Away to the computer I flew like a flash,
    Typed in a destination hoping to bring me cash.
    The moon on the chest of the new-fallen snow,
    Gave a road from Brown to the object below;
    When what to my wondering eyes did I see on page ten,
    How many times do I gotta read these memoirs again! 🙂
    With a little old driver like driving for a florist,
    I knew in a moment he must be St. Forrest!
    More rapid than the gold rush his searchers they came,
    And hinted, and was interviewed, and gave all sorts the same;
    On, Today Show! On, ABC News! On, Forbes! On, Huffington Post!
    On, Esquire! On, Outside Magazine! I like that one the most!
    To the top of that mountain! To the top of that rock wall!
    Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
    As they leave after winter the wild chase they will fly,
    Meet up in New Mexico, Colorado, Wyoming or Montana Sky!
    So up to the Rockies the searchers they flew,
    With the blogs full of interest, and St. Forrest too—
    And then, in a twinkling, I heard a new clue
    That led to arguing and monitoring me and you. 🙂
    As I purchased his books from that store in town,
    Down to Collected Works St. Forrest was bound;
    He was dressed all in blue jeans from head to foot,
    As he signed they looked for extras to find his loot;
    A bundle of doodles he scribbled on each page,
    And he looked like a pedler lookin for his sage.
    His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
    His family went off road to look for some yummy berry!
    He hid the treasure where you might carry a bow,
    Right now the secret place may be blanketed in snow;
    The prop of his piper led the way into the teeth,
    And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
    He had a magical idea and kept right on track
    As he snickered and laughed while walking back.
    A chest that was plump, a right jolly old bronze,
    And I laughed when I saw it, it was as cool as The Fonz!
    A wink to the lead searcher, that’ll give it a twist,
    Soon the chase will be over they all hissed;
    The finder should not speak a word till they do the work,
    Don’t sell the treasure to fill those stockings like a jerk;
    And pointing his finger to a place on the nose,
    And giving a nod to the one who has rose;
    He sprang into action and gave a little whistle,
    The finder will get a kiss underneath the mistle,
    But eureka I hope to exclaim, maybe I just might,
    Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

    Merry Christmas
    Pauley T

    • Pauley T,

      OUTSTANDING!!! Had me nodding, smiling, and outright laughing at times.

      Forrest!!! You have some beautiful minds, creating some masterpieces in here! Man, Y’all rock!

      Great penning Pauley T.


    • Pauley T,
      That was great… thanks for the smile my friend. A very fitting poem for Christmas and the chase. I’m sure St. Forrest got a giggle from this one…lol have a great day Pauley T …. remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it…. until next time… see ya

    • Nice Job! Lots of thought went into this.
      Stay warm and keep a thinkin’ and as always,
      Try to STAY SAFE

    • Thanks everybody, I’m glad you’ll are enjoying it,
      this is my Christmas gift to all of you……. my fellow searchers,
      and Forrest as well.

      Peace to everyone through this Holiday Season
      And into The New Year!

      Paul T

  82. Epiphany

    Let’s Live Like Kings
    Let’s give away
    Some precious things
    Keep sin at bay.

    Alone in awe
    Some find the Truth
    A cavern’s yaw
    A padded booth.

    We still mortal
    Our homage pay
    Satan’s chortle
    Shall fade away.

    What warmth is there
    Above the plane
    A rush of air
    Conveys the pain.

    It’s visible
    for those with eyes
    Not anywise.

    Love and Soul
    Same living stone
    Survive the toll
    of Life on loan.

    A bargain struck
    A deal Royal
    More than luck
    No foe can foil.

    Holy Water
    Its source on high
    The Bowl halts here
    And loads go by.

    A blazing sign
    of human life
    A view sublime
    An ancient knife,

    Means to us
    Since Eve of Time
    A furious
    Fight battling crime.

    Ancestors from rocks
    Our Lord could make
    Instead He locks
    Death in a lake.

    A Marvel Gaze
    Fills the poor box
    As King of Days
    Tends His Flocks.

    Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas


    • Good penning 4rest4fend, I enjoyed reading your words….. have a great night my friend…. until next time… see ya

      • Thanks Focused.
        Tried to marry the season to the fabric of the Chase.
        An embroidery with this thread???

    • Very enjoyable and thought provoking poem 4rest4fend. Thanks for the “Little Christmas” wishes. Did you know Judy’s real name was Frances Gumm? She was such an amazing talent.

      • Yes, she was a rare talent. It seems her Dad and especially her Mom were stage parents of the rough kind.
        I almost feel kinda guilty enjoying her performances knowing how much she paid to deliver them.

        I thought the nexus of her search through Oz and her own life for happiness and the beauty of her gifts shared with all of us in the process was sorta symbolic of the season and our own pursuits and this Chase.

        Let’s Live Like Kings.

        Favorite Things.

        Auld Lang Syne

        For All Loving Souls

        • Thank you for the “My Favorite Things” link, 4rest4fend. My mother once told me this song reminded her of me. Listening to it was like getting a hug from her. The other was, “Wind Beneath My Wings.” I miss her.

          • I understand, for us it was “you are the sunshine of my life” .
            Poor Mom, ever the optimist, jk

            We often hail
            with prayers sincere
            Sweetness beyond the veil
            And feel that peace drawing near.

            All this brings to mind
            “Me in the Middle”
            And a certain poet, kind
            Who loves his Peg, not so little.

  83. I like your words 4rest4rend.
    Wounded warriors do fly again,
    sometimes they just need new wings.

  84. “Lone Prairie”

    Covered wagon heading west,
    on the lone prairie.
    Sage so sweet on gentle breeze.
    Tumbling tumbleweeds do not rest.

    Oxen hooves; heavy stomps.
    Rhythm keeping company.
    Pulling steadily along.
    Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp.

    Evening nears and reigns have drawn.
    Meal of beans and biscuit eaten.
    Distant lighting in the sky.
    Peaceful sleep to morning dawn.

  85. “ Ancient Promise”

    A soul along the waters edge,

    Awaits what lies ahead.

    The light within an ancient pledge,

    A promise that was said.

    Waves rock the soul, to and fro,

    So gently on its stance.

    Yearning for its time to go,

    It soon will have its chance.

    An eastern light appearing,

    A promised tide it grows,

    No longer its adhering,

    And gently off it flows.

    An ancient pledge was spoken,

    An ancient promise kept.

    An ancient soul then joined it,

    And together, off they swept…..

    By: Focused

    • And where shall they but then be found,
      along the shores of time;
      tho the shadows passed without a sound,
      quietly in reverence their bells alone will chime.

      Another beautiful poem for my book – such emotion Focused.
      Hope you didn’t care that I added just a few more lines.

      • wwwamericana,

        Tho the shadows passed without a sound…

        Makes me think.

        The silence of the shadows, passing ever so slowly, like the hands of time. Their stories softly spoken as they float upon the light. Their mysteries slowly fading within the evening twilight.

        The silence. The mystery. The history…God has done well

        www, until next time! Thank you.


      • Thanks wwwamericana for the few more lines, I loved it ! ….. I like the way you think my friend… have a great day today, and remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it……
        Until next time…. see ya wwwamericana

    • Focused,

      As always, you did not disappoint! Now I’ll end up having an ancient dream… Same OLD story!

      Well done…


      • Thank you ByGeorge…

        “ Deep within your dreams of old,
        Don’t fret upon your tears.
        Live within your heart of gold,
        For many thousand years.”

        Live on my friend…. until next time… see ya ByGeorge….

        • Focused,

          You make me smile. A Poetic reply…I can just imagine you at the supper table…

          Secretes abound with “X’s” & “O’s”,
          Please pass the ancient potatoes.

          Focused, you rock! This page rocks! How can this page not be #1?


          • ByGeorge, I think this the first time I’ve been told that “I Rock”…lol thank you for the smile in return. Heck, if we ever get the chance to meet, I’ll buy your dinner and you can see first hand how I am around the supper table..k lol
            This page is #1 to me my friend… have a great night… until next time see ya ByGeorge…

      • I’m glad you enjoyed my words pdenver…have a great day…. stay warm my friend… see ya

  86. Focused – PDenver – 4Rest, and so many more that have turned their thoughts into poetry. Such amazing talent.

    Truly “Leaves of Gold” have fallen across these pages.
    Thank y’all for sharing.

    • Your very much welcome http://www….

      “Words are mere words, the journey’s in in the imagination “

      I’m glad you like the words, enjoy your journey my friend… until next time… see ya

      • Focused,

        “Words are mere words, the journey’s in the imagination”.

        Letters are letters and words are letters strung together to imply meaning…
        Words are mere words placed in a way to tell a thought…
        Thoughts are open to interpretation and imagination and can have endless meanings to the person seeing them.
        Then the letters become the thoughts and the thoughts become endless.

        Thank you for your writing. You are always eloquent and the thoughts you convey using words are special.

        • Thank you CKL10510 for your kind letters and words. Hearing them makes my letters and words worth writing, knowing they are appreciated drives my imagination forward….
          And Your welcome my friend… have a great evening….. until next time.. see ya CKL10510

  87. This ones for you ByGeorge, I hope it puts a smile on your face…
    Have a great night everyone…. until next time… see ya

    “ Crazy World “

    Today I walked out my back door,

    To breath the morning air.

    Like many other days before,

    To enjoy what’s waiting there.

    I know you won’t believe me,

    But all I say is true.

    The world outside was eerie,

    I knew not what to do.

    The sky was lovely green,

    My lawn a deep sky blue.

    The craziest thing I’ve ever seen,

    The birds, like cows they mooed.

    My dog sounds like a horse,

    My horses barked so loud.

    An airplane above of course,

    Flying backwards through the clouds.

    Fall leaves were falling upwards,

    The morning sun goes down.

    I take a huge step backwards,

    Amazed at what’s abound.

    Both hands upon my morning head,

    My rooster starts to crow,

    It sounds just like my truck of red,

    While on its horn I blow.

    Back into the house I ran,

    It’s a crazy world outside.

    Back to bed, quick as I can,

    Beneath my pillow hide.

    I peeked into my window pane,

    In fear of what I’ve seen.

    Awoke I yawned, outside it rained,

    It was just a “Crazy” dream…….

    By: Focused

    • Okay, my friend, how many cups of coffee have you had this evening? (Giggle.) The poem made me smile from ear-to-ear. Good job! 🙂

      • No coffee pdenver…..lol … just having a little fun… you know how dreams can be.
        I’m glad I could make you smile
        Sleep tight my friend… until next time… see ya

    • I’m glad it’s your favorite milkglass… it’s mine too. You never know what your gonna read here…lol
      Until next time… see ya

    • Milkglass,

      Isn’t it?! We have a seriously creative base of thinkers, winkers, and stinkers(Shout out to our beloved SPARROW). I love this page. It’s a potpourri of genius…


  88. Focused,

    Yet another smile upon my face. I literally LOL and about half way thru it my wife says “so, what’s so funny?”, and I replied “nothing”.. (Pssst, because it’s Chase related peeps!).

    She has no idea just how popular WE are!!!

    Oh Lord, it’s hard, 2B humble…LOL

    I couldn’t tell her that Focused is outside! Wait, yes I could…she thinks I’m seeing things anyway! But I know. After all, my best friend is a giant rabbit named George. One small step for man, one giant leapyear for George! I’m way ahead, George and I. Kinda like Sparrow’s, droppings.

    I take it you have seen some of my posts lately. Your poem is not only inspirational, but borderline delusional. Let me tell ya Focused, ya hit the goose with the moose! It’s a beautiful mind!

    Ain’t nothing normal anymore. Thank you
    for understanding. And honestly, thank you for all you do. Some of my favorite Chase memories are on these poetry pages.

    Thanks again Focused!!!


    • I’m glad you liked it my friend… I just wanted to write something that might crack a smile :-)… mission accomplished…
      Have a great night ByGeorge, your dream awaits you…lol
      Until next time… see ya my friend

  89. Is it the rhythm, is it the rhyming
    Is it the wisdom, is it the chiming?
    What wonders will weavers with words compose
    Who ponder like beavers timbers halting flows.

    Thanks To All Weavers Here
    What a great season we’re having!

    May we all Enjoy Peace and Be Well!

    — What is a Beaver’s favorite sandwich?

    —– Pine nut butter and log jam

    Groaning is encouraged

    • 4rest4fend,

      “It’s not the rhythm, nor the rhyming,

      Not the wisdom, or even chiming.

      The wonders in composed sensation,

      Halts a beavers, true imagination.”

      I’m just having some fun with ya and your welcome from this weaver….. oh, and thanks for the smile …. now I’m hungry..lol

      Gotta go make a sandwich… until next time.. see ya

  90. There is some awesome poetry here!
    Thanks to you all.

    My appreciation runs deep for your time spent imagining, writing, and sharing your talents with us.

    Some of your posts make me think, others bring a smile. Often, one of your posts makes my day sweeter.

  91. “Move to the Head of the Class”

    By RonnyLee

    Though cards were dealt
    And dice were rolled
    Though lure was cast
    And bell was tolled
    Still Time’s eternal scroll unrolled
    And blazoned there
    In timeless scrit
    Were found these words
    so plainly writ:

    ’For all your toil
    And all your spin
    Your earthly wiles
    Mean nothing when
    Contrived without orison.’

    But fret not yet
    For while you breath
    There’s still the chance
    Within this mortal moment’s dance
    To make amends
    To build the bridge
    And having crossed
    To slake your thirst
    To move from very last
    To first.

      • Thanks pdenver. Now and again I get the urge to pen something and it’s fun to share it here.

    • Well written RonnyLee… you should get the urge more often my friend… I enjoyed reading your words. Have a great night…. until next time… see ya RonnyLee

    • RonnyLee,

      I enjoyed your words. I have literally learn something new every day. Well done and good luck. .. It’s lonely at the top.


  92. I watched a flutterby! flip flap and fly around. seeming to have no worry or care and how I wished that I could share . the understanding of a flutterby.

    • Beautifully written WoodyBogg…


      It’s not the “butter”, nor the “fly”,

      Nor its “flutter”, while passing “by”.

      It’s the freedom upon, its wings so bold,

      It’s calming peace, it’s colors hold.

      Live your life, as this tiny friend,

      Live in peace, upon your wind.

      So others who look, upon you sigh,

      And notice as, you “flutter-by”

      By: Focused

      Thanks for the inspiration WoodyBogg… this ones for you my friend… have a great night.. until next time.. see ya

      • Focused,
        I’m not feeling well tonight, BUT, after reading your short squall, it didn’t help. LOL…

        Well done y’all…you too Focused! Until next time.


        • I hope you get to feeling better ByGeorge… heck, words can’t cure everything my friend…lol I wish for you a much better day today……
          Until next time… see ya ByGeorge

    • There’s something magical about a butterfly, isn’t there Woody?. You know it’s good luck if one lands on your shoulder…

  93. @Ronnie Lee, Woodybog, focused
    There’s a three car pile up of genuine talent in your lane. Thanks for making me smile.

    • Your welcome 42…. I think RonnyLee and WoodyBogg caused the pile-up…lol I’m just sitting here waiting for the traffic to get moving again… I think I’ll see if Eddy Arnold is on the radio… be careful out there and have a good day 42… see ya

  94. Here is poem I found, not sure who wrote it.

    Coming Home

    A lighted lamp in a window burns,
    And it warms my heart to see
    There’s someone hidden behind the pane,
    Waiting, just for me,

    Too many roads I’ve travelled,
    I’ve wandered far and wide
    To seek my fame and fortune,
    And many nights I’ve cried.

    “Where is the end of the rainbow?
    Where is the crock of gold?
    My youth is fading fast,
    My face is homeward turned
    Towards that face in the window,
    And the friendly light that burns.

    My rainbow’s end is waiting-
    There was no need to roam.
    The treasure I’ve been seeking
    Is waiting here; at home.

    • Thanks for sharing these words RMT, I really, really like that one. There is so much to be heard in those 18 lines… have a great day today RMT and remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it… until next time.. see ya my friend

    • An “anonymous” gem. …Sorry if I miss commenting on some of the great posts here. I don’t get notifications for this page so when I check in I have to go back and read to catch up and then I see I missed the opportunity to give a timely and well deserved compliment. Maybe when Poetry page XVIII is made, I will get the notifications.

      • Sorry guys, I messed it up when posting, here is all the lines, Hopefully

        Homeward Bound

        A lighted lamp in a window burns,
        And it warms my heart to see
        There’s someone hidden behind the pane,
        Waiting, just for me,

        Too many roads I’ve travelled,
        I’ve wandered far and wide
        To seek my fame and fortune,
        And many nights I’ve cried.

        “Where is the end of the rainbow?
        Where is the crock of gold?
        My youth is fading fast,
        And I fear I’m growing old.”

        So now I tread a familiar road,
        My face is homeward turned
        Towards that face in the window,
        And the friendly light that burns.

        My rainbow’s end is waiting-
        There was no need to roam.
        The treasure I’ve been seeking
        Is waiting here; at home.

        (Much better)

        • I agree RMT… I like them both but the latter flows more freely… I really like it, thanks for taking the time to polish what already shines….
          Have a great evening… until next time…. see ya

  95. Here we all are in the year twenty twenty
    Nobody found that Treasure worth big money

    Still we search while the darken skies hover
    One day there will be an uplifting discover

    As we enter this decade long tenth year
    It’s been a long haul my friend of dear

    Pry your thoughts open for a brand new solve
    Try your Treasured sins from that lonely absolve

    Blow the leaves in there amongst that forest
    These tales of a burial just may have bored us

    Why we trust that man of seventynine or eighty
    Now the Treasure location is not too shady

    Get in your pickup truck and head on up
    Avoid those Grizzly bears and their pup

    Keep real quiet now cause words may ring
    Run real fast now others want that bling!

    Pauley T

    • Thanks for your words Pauley T…….I enjoyed reading them… I hope 2020 is the year of the biggest Fennboree ever, to celebrate the finding of the chest. Wouldn’t that be fun?
      Have a great night my friend… until next time.. see ya

  96. This poem is for everyone (past, present and future) who bravely stands to protect my freedom… thank you…. Focused

    “ Freedoms Honor “

    Proudly I fly, as my colors I wave,

    To remind our great mighty, home of brave.

    In the dark of night, So brightly I’ll stand,

    For all of the freedoms,of our fellow man.

    My colors I’ll show , So proudly I’ll bear,

    Forever I’ll shine, up in the night air.

    My colors won’t run, back down to a crawl,

    For your freedom I’ll fly, for each of you all.

    For those who defend, for the freedoms of me,

    In the wave of my colors, you’re bravery we see.

    For those who have died, now home and at rest,

    Freedom thanks you with honor,as I lay on your chest…..

    By: Focused

    • Thank you my friend for these lovely words – May our banner of freedom ever wave. May her colors ever remind us of those that have given us the freedoms we all enjoy – JDA

      • Your welcome JDA..and amen to your words… have a great night my friend… until next time… see ya

    • A good reminder for everyone, Focused.

      I’m inspired to pitch in some verse…
      By RonnyLee

      “Our Flag”

      That symbol of freedom
      Stars with stripes straight and true
      In striking bold colors
      Of red white and blue
      Still flies proudly and freely
      Above this great land
      Though some would condemn it
      Or wish it were banned.
      But as long as we’ll pledge
      And respectfully stand,
      Surely long will it fly
      And long will it wave,
      Long will it—with Grace
      Protect the home of the brave.

      • Thanks for the add-on RonnyLee, I loved it… here’s one for you….lol

        “Our Flag”

        Our Flag,

        Many believe in it,

        Many honor it.

        Many respect it,

        Many fly it.

        Many test it.

        Many live for it,

        Many die for it.

        Our Flag….

        By Focused…..

          • Thanks RonnyLee… I thought I’d just keep it simple on that one…. thanks for the inspiration my friend…. 🙂 until next time….(you guessed it) … see ya

  97. Bless you Focused.
    A medal isn’t enough for you.
    Your words sure can stir a soul

    • Bless you too wwwamericana…. heck, I have a medal my friend, its the medal of freedom, presented to me by thousands and thousands of brave men and women who defend it…..
      I’m glad my words can stir your soul a little my friend… I hope it’s in a good way.. have a great night and a better tomorrow….. until next time… see ya

  98. A Sonnet

    By RonnyLee

    Pearls tilted at foul swine are priceless lost.
    For when the errant horseman, prideful, rides
    Toward the mill where lies his goal in joust,
    His pearls are grist—a meal made of his pride.
    While foe sups well, the hero hungers still
    And searches vainly for the stones he’s thrown,
    Erewhile the foe does thrust his sword at will,
    And pearls in balance, weighed, exact their own.
    Does one so rash take heed and lessons learn,
    That faith is bliss and life a deadly school?
    Or does he carry on and justly earn
    The coat of arms and heraldry of fool?
    Whose life would end in quest of Golden Fleece
    Should quit and pray for rest in faithful peace.

    • Very nice, RonnyLee. I thought you did a great job. Looking forward to more of your penning.

    • RonnyLee, you keep amazing me over and over, it’s a good thing I don’t have to pick a favorite among your words…. they’re all good… thank you for sharing your thoughts and talent with us, we enjoy reading them… have a great day today…. until next time… see ya my friend

    • Good Stuff Ronny

      Only a few feed the mill
      Fewer still will turn the wheel
      Baker’s pride kewl on the sill
      Huckleberry’s waft noses steal.

  99. Love the ladies who ladle on the love.

    Teachers with ropes
    Mouths moist with nopes
    Our growed up Finn copes
    By giving our treasures new hopes.

    • I like this, too, 4rest4fend. The past few days, I’ve contemplated writing a poem about a lady. Words swirl in my mind, but I haven’t made them solid. Have to love waking in the middle of the wee hours of the morning and suddenly words flow, but no pen and paper nearby.

    • Another good one… your on a roll my friend..lol keep it up…. have a great night… until next time… see ya

  100. The gentle wind whispers through the brush
    And secretly silvering in the sun the giant hulk
    Of an old Douglas Fir rests amongst the lush
    Forest clearing where it had fallen from age.

    The branchless bulk of a trunk
    Stands upright and hoary
    Commanding inspection,
    A climb upon, a walk around

    It’s slowly decaying, prehistoric carcass.
    Muted by time, the old tree had dug
    It’s roots like fingers deep with mettle
    To guard the trove of the wise Machiavelli

    To this special wood a promise is made
    To seek-no-further and find the way.
    And as time awaits the plan is set
    To recover the chest from its hearth

    And try as we may, it’s all been divined.
    As legends will say and story be told,
    It was there all along the title to gold.

    • I liked this one Moonshine…. it makes me want to hit the trail…
      ok, you guys are getting ahead of me, my turn. Give me a few minutes to whip one up for ya…k
      Keep up your penning Moonshine… your words are a joy to read…
      I’ll be back in a few minutes with mine… have a great night… until next time.. see ya

  101. Here ya go Moonshine this is for you. You poem about the fallen tree got my mind thinking about the past… life was tough on the native Indians of the past, this is one example… see ya my friends..

    “ Desert Stars “

    The desert holds the secrets , of many moons ago,

    Of those who lived within it, the lives of Navajo.

    The year was 1620, the sun was on the fall,

    Night was fast approaching, it’s shadows loved by all.

    A fire it softly flickered, it’s smoke it gently rose,

    Beside it sat a worried, man of Navajo.

    His fingers locked before him, leaned over to a slump,

    Gazing in the campfire, in silence on his stump.

    In a room within the Pueblo, was his wife of four short years,

    Pregnant and in labor, with helping elders near.

    Time slowed to a crawl, the sun had crept away,

    Behind the distant mesas, to end this desert day.

    Sounds they could be heard, her painful sounds deploy,

    A reminder of the last time, he lost his precious boy.

    The tiresome hours past, there by his lonesome fire,

    He prayed into the stars, for help from someone higher.

    The desert air was chilly, the moon was looking on,

    The sounds of pain then ended, so suddenly was gone.

    To his feet he rises, he gazed into the sky,

    And there beneath the desert stars, he hears his daughters cry…

    By: Focused

  102. A wail so young and tender, yet surely Loud and strong.
    Then the laughter of the mother mixed with sobs along.
    Tears of joy were flowing both inside the room and out.
    Both pride and Grateful thankfulness filled his heart throughout.
    If there’d be another child he’d wondered all these years,
    And tonight his prayers were answered, beneath the desert stars.


    Nice penning Focused, I was wondering when you were going to share your poem you mentioned a while back. I didn’t want the story to end, so I added a few more lines…hope you don’t mind.

    • Thanks RonnyLee, and thanks for the addition, I loved it !!! I had to read it a couple times…lol I just love happy endings ….. have a great night my friend… see ya

    • RonnyLee, I read my poem and without stopping I read yours (together as one) following it… I think it makes a perfect duo…. again great penning my friend…. see ya

      • I tried to make the style and meter fit while extending the story. It wouldn’t have happened without inspiration your original. Thanks, Focused!

  103. Since Forrest has dawdled and dropped the ball on penning his country music song, I’m going to place my version here, inspired by his title and the chase. Sorry Forrest…but you left us hangin’ (no pun intended, in light of the recent Yellowstone Falls rapeller ) 😉


    Cold coffee
    In a hot cup!

    Gotta give it some time
    Before you drink it up

    That’s the way it is
    And the way it’s been

    Ain’t no use in rushing
    Such a special thing


    Cold coffee
    In a hot cup!

    When we first met
    I was just a bit shy

    I never could see me
    as being your guy

    But Lately I been thinking of
    Calling you up

    To set the story straight
    And stir things up!


    Cold coffee
    In a hot cup!

    Gotta give it a little time
    Before you drink it up

    Now I’m warming up to you
    And I think you know why

    Yes I’ve figured out your secret
    I ain’t gonna lie

    But you say it’s too soon
    To give me the time

    If that’s how this chase works
    I might just save my dime

    All this crazy making
    Sure stirs me up.

    It’s sorta like…

    Cold coffee
    In a hot cup!

    • Interesting song, RonnyLee. I would love to know the words Mr. Fenn would pen for his country song. I hope some day he would share them with us.

  104. “My bonnie lass”

    My bonnie lass.
    Eyes of emerald green.
    Hair ablaze.
    Beauty ever seen.

    Flowing dress.
    Barefoot in clover.
    Sways and swirls.
    Embraced ’til over.

    A loving kiss.
    Initials on a tree.
    Words of love.
    Upon bent knee.

      • You’ve made me blush, RonnyLee. I’m glad you like it. Somewhere above I mentioned I was thinking of penning a poem about a woman which words flowed during the wee hours of the morning. Decided to put them in short version.

  105. Crossing

    Just before the rise I go
    Through open fields of softened hue
    Stop! Brown head rides above the doe
    Startled I gaze and she does too.

    There’s a decent space between
    She sets a pose and more arrive
    Nimbly hooves and legs so lean
    Lope and walk their eyes alive.

    When all have crossed her face tells
    Me thanks though it is terse
    That she’s glad to share her dells
    But remember they are hers.

    I move ahead buck’s away
    Just mom and kids out to graze
    I marvel how they obey
    This lets mom her family raise.

    Crossed the sea in wooden ships
    Crossed the west with wagon wheels
    The safe life behind them slips
    It’s freedom’s harbor that appeals.

    Some came early some came late
    Some are honest some deceive
    Trust is key, ask mothers obeyed
    Dark the days if none believe.

    To live a life, at least survive
    With pride intact, spirit fierce.
    Treaties made, some contrived
    Obeyed ’til hearts of honor pierced.

    My savior a wood ship sailed
    Rough seas for friends he would calm
    But to his ship he was nailed
    And when pierced, we received Life’s Balm.

    So when we’re crossed best recall
    The hardship others come across.
    Let’s catch them before they fall
    If we can; any win beats a loss.

  106. Poems deeply inspire,
    With sincere contribution.
    The warm emotions wire,
    İn a friendly circulation.
    This is just my desire,
    “Let it keep accumulation”.
    Ask I “How much is its hire?”,
    There “isn’t enough” calculation.

    I’m impressed.
    Thanks for all sharings.

  107. Zone

    Running silent running strong
    In this time I belong.
    Breathing heavy breathing deep
    Found the pace I must keep.

    See ahead hear behind
    Outside here peace I find.
    This is my fav’rite trail
    My zone, my holy grail.

    Hear my beats in my ears
    This is sweet know no fears.
    My own place, my own race
    Rhythmic steps, pain erase.

    Thinking now how it ends
    Where’s my car, where’s my friends?
    Don’t see them, are they here?
    Did they stop, are they near?

    Water’s great walking’s fine
    Still don’t see pals of mine.
    Who are you? What’s my name?
    Who you with? What’s your name?

    He’s asking, I ask too
    Unmasking, can’t be true.
    Behind me not far back
    Please take me , I can’t walk

  108. WELL, I just don’t know what to say about all of the wonderful poets and poems on these poetry pages. There is a lot of amazing and profound architecture here. I wish I had more time to study and relish. Thank you all.

  109. I just found this page and love poetry, so I thought I would give it a shot.

    Friends may talk but may not meet
    It’s friendship still, if in words they greet

    Happiness, joy… are the words of life
    An enlightenment to all, the words that shine

    Short is life to attain this key
    But something, still, important to reach

    Poetry spells the final phrase
    Only slightly reworded to a different array

    • Welcome to the poetry page. Thanks for sharing your words of friendship. There are some deep thoughts shared here that only a poet can convey.

      • Thanks Ronny, I hope to share more.

        BTW – I once knew someone named Frank by the same last name as yours. Small world I guess.

    • I’m glad you found the Poetry Page, Quency. I enjoyed your friendship poem and it started my day pleasantly. Thank you.

      • Here’s the fix for t he close.


        Running silent running strong
        In this time I belong.
        Breathing heavy breathing deep
        Found the pace I must keep.

        See ahead hear behind
        Outside here peace I find.
        This is my fav’rite trail
        My zone, my holy grail.

        Hear my beats in my ears
        This is sweet know no fears.
        My own place, my own race
        Rhythmic steps, pain erase.

        Thinking now how it ends
        Where’s my car, where’s my friend?
        Don’t see him, is he here?
        Did he stop, is he near?

        Water’s great, coolings’s fine
        Still don’t see pal of mine.

        “Who are you?”, ” What’s his name?”
        “Something’s wrong?”, ” End of game”

        I tell him how we flew.
        When I passed, not a clue
        When I climbed I lost track
        Quick descent. Looking back.

        Now my legs won’t hold me
        All my limbs grow coldly
        What I need I now lack
        Pain rules when hearts attack..

  110. “The Old Bull”

    Brutal winter in the valley.
    No food to be found.
    An old bull deep in snow.
    Struggling, forward bound.

    In the distance, a pack of wolves.
    Running towards its prey.
    Fierce attack to hide and flesh.
    Animal downed and did lay.

    Soon the coyotes and the grizzlies,
    take their turn upon the feast.
    Ravens land with loud caws.
    Stripping scraps off the beast.

    Bellies full; fallen silent.
    Life goes on for the few.
    The old bull spirit roams,
    across the white valley’s view.

  111. Anyone else missing the kind words and mellow verse of our Chase Poet Laureate, focused?
    I hope focused is okay and maybe enjoying a sandy, coral beach somewhere.

  112. RonnyLee, 4rest4fend, pdenver and others, thank you for keeping the poetry page going. I loved them all… thanks RonnyLee for your concerns about me. I’m ok, but the family member that I needed prayers for several months back has lost his battle with cancer. His funeral is Saturday, after that maybe I can get my mind back into poetry for all you guys… until then, you guys and gals keep up your penning my friends, it helps to read them….

    Until next time… see ya my friends

      • Thanks RonnyLee for your kind words… now, where’s that sandy coral beach? That would be nice right now..lol
        See ya my friend….

    • Sometimes there are no words to express our feelings of deepest sympathy, so I will simply say a silent prayer for you and your family. May God bless and keep you strong.

      Look to the mountain top and listen for the sound of wings – soaring high into the heavens.

      We will see ya again, my friend.

      • Focused – I forgot to mention that the angels above may not be aware that a “newbie” is heading there way, so before you make your way to that sandy beach – shout out the news loudly so all can hear.

        • He fought his cancer for a long time, so I’m sure he made reservations… and I’m also sure the newbie was welcomed..lol
          I will be heading to Denver for the funeral, not exactly how I wanted to get back to the Rockies …
          Until next time… see ya wwwamericana

      • Thank you wwwamericana for your kind words…. have a great night… until next time… see ya

    • Sorry for your loss my friend. Paint a beautiful memory of all of the good times you had together. JDA

  113. Hello all, I’ve enjoyed the poetry page and thought it was time I jumped in. Have a good night!

    Between Two Worlds

    I am harnessed
    by this glorious sea wind.
    I am sea shells tumbling
    on this sandy crescent.
    But most of all
    I am jagged cliffs
    Immersed in the oceans depths
    while from above
    bathed in brilliant sunlight.
    One foot in desolate darkness.
    One hand in heavens light.
    And the waves pulse on the shore
    in between.

    • So glad you took the leap, DTakaRS. I enjoyed your poem and hope to read more of your penning.

      • Thank you pdenver- enjoy your day even though it looks like you didn’t sleep much last night!

    • I’m glad you jumped in DTakaRS… you done a great job penning this one, I really like it… as Shakespeare once said, “the world is a mere stage”, so with that being said, we are all between two worlds….
      have a great day and keep your words flowing my friend…. until next time.. see ya

      • I’m glad you liked it Focused. Now if I can just find a good writer to write the world then maybe pdenver and I could get some sleep!

        Safe travels

  114. Focused,

    I am so sorry for your loss. You have always made me smile with your words. Now I’ve shed a tear. I am so sorry.


    • ByGeorge,

      “ don’t shed a tear, in grief or sorrow,
      For he who leaves, his earthly stay.
      Smile for sure, what waits tomorrow.
      As someday too, we fly away”

      Have a great day ByGeorge.. until next time.. see ya

  115. Dear Focused what a Friend we share
    His strength is ours when we are weak
    We feel his words in tender care
    When griefs weight force eyes to leak.

    Your friend has run the good race
    With you beside him keeping pace
    It’s time to rest, you here, he in Holy Grace
    I know you’ll let our Friend fill that empty space.

    May Peace and Love Abound

    • Great penning 4rest4fend, beautiful !!! Thank you for your words. They were very peaceful to read… have a good day my friend.. see ya

  116. Focused – I am usually a silent observer on this page as I love reading the poems but probably am not too good at composing one.

    We have not exchanged many thoughts, if any, on the search, but as a fellow searcher and one who has lost far to many to cancer, I wanted to send my condolences. So sorry you have lost a good friend, but I believe he will be right by your side when you are in the beauty of nature and out on your search. – Geysergirl

    • Thank you Geysergirl for your very kind words. Cancer has taken many lives. Nearly everyone knows somebody that has fallen to this dreadful disease. That’s the reason I wrote “ Note To Cancer”, to give hope to those who are now fighting their fight. It can be beat, cancer doesn’t always win…
      In case your not familiar with that poem I’ll repost it for you k…
      Thanks again for breaking your silence, now, don’t become a stranger here on the poetry page..lol
      Have a great day…. until next time… see ya Geysergirl…..

  117. Here it is Geysergirl….. 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 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, ” Thank 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

    • So powerful Focused. It hit home as I am proof of your words… a 19 year survivor of cancer myself. Thank you for that.

      • Your welcome Geysergirl. Congrats on 19 years of being cancer free, I wish for you many, many more years to come….. Geysergirl, you’ve sent you cancer to “hell” and I pray that others now fighting their fight will follow in your footsteps ….
        Congrats again my friend….. until next time… see ya

      • Your welcome Brian u…… I’m glad you liked it… have a good day and remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it…. see ya my friend

  118. Safe travels my Friend…
    May your heart find some peace along the trail… Don’t forget to look up…

    • Thanks Spallies…. I’m always looking up…lol maybe that’s why I stumble a lot… 🙂
      Have a good day…. see ya

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