Poetry Page XVII…


The chase certainly has inspired some great poetry…

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

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

Second page is HERE

Third page is HERE

Fourth page is HERE

Fifth Page is HERE

Sixth Page is HERE

Seventh Page is HERE

Eighth Page is HERE

Ninth Page is HERE

Tenth Page is HERE

Eleventh Page is HERE

Twelfth Page is HERE

Thirteenth Page is HERE

Fourteenth Page is HERE

Fifteenth Page is HERE

Sixteenth Page is HERE



54 thoughts on “Poetry Page XVII…

  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

  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. 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.

  4. 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” ….

  5. “ 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


    • 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

  6. 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.


  7. “ 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

    • 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

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