Poetry Page XVIII…


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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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635 thoughts on “Poetry Page XVIII…

  1. Guess I’m one of the first to post on this new poetry page.

    I wrote a song several years ago, before I even knew of the Chase. But since I think it has a couple of relevant clues, I thought I would include it. I won’t give away my entire solve, but I think it’ll help lead someone to the right spot. Anyway, as song writing is a form of poetry, and I’m still a newbie at poetry, I figured I’d give it another round…

    Please forgive my lack of expertise.

    “Grandpa and Me (Gone Fishing)”

    Most of these days you can find us
    hangin’ out at Cherokee Lake.
    Take Highway 59 past the state line
    and turn down River Edge Lane.

    The “No Trespassing” signs past Shadow Creek Bridge
    means you’re headed on the right way.
    You follow the dirt road down through the trees,
    look to your left and then you’ll see.

    Grandpa and Me… Gone Fishing

    Well the catfish are runnin’ and bullfrogs are jumpin’
    through the thick of Cattail Weeds.
    Our shadows stand tall from the fading sun
    as we cast beneath the trees.

    We’re hooked to the sound of reels a windin’
    In the autumn tempered breeze.
    It’s gotta be heaven on earth, you know,
    there’s no place we’d rather be.

    Grandpa and Me… Gone Fishing

    So the next time you’re on Highway 59
    and need a place to go fishing,
    You can stop by our bait and tackle shop
    because advice is always free.

    But this time of year don’t even bother to think
    that you’ll find my Grandpa and Me.
    ‘Cause the doors will be locked, not a soul in sight,
    and a sign in the window that reads…

    Grandpa and Me… Gone Fishing!

    • I really enjoyed the lyrics to your song, Quency. I hope some day you’ll be able to put it to music.

      • Thank you, Brian u!

        Well, I’ll have to admit, it’s not my first attempt at writing songs… then again, I’m no Johnny Cash either. I think you’d better get the picture if you heard it.

        BTW – I’m well aware of those 2 line songs, I think I’ve got a million…!

    • I do like that poem, so I wrote one too. At times, I felt like I was a prodigal son, but I got tired of feeling that way, so I changed my name to the Golden Sun.

      Golden Sun:
      The man with many faces, has but only one,
      Its cold beneath the raindrops, but glitters in the sun.
      Yet each and every day, it beckons to the ear,
      As I have gone alone in there, I am alone in here.

    • Good job Quency…. it really makes me want to go fishing..lol reminds me of the Good ole days… thanks for the memories past my friend…
      Have a great night…. until next time… see ya

      • I used to go fishing a lot when I was younger, not so much anymore. Just goes to show… those childhood memories are the best and those that are kept forever.

        Reminds me of the first time I took my oldest son fishing. We just threw a bobber in the water with a worm on a hook. My son didn’t see me put the worm on though, so he didn’t even know one was there. When he got nibble, he quickly reeled it in, but didn’t catch anything. That didn’t bother him any. He said, “Look dad, I caught a worm!”

        Thanks so much for your comments!

        • “Look dad, I caught a worm!”

          Awww, how innocent the words of the young. I love it! You put a smile on my face, Quency. Thank you for sharing that moment.

    • Wish I could hear the music, Quency, but I can’t, so I’ll just set your beautiful words to a tune my mind composes.

      • Thanks again RL for your compliments.

        I can’t seem to locate a copy of the song at the present, but if I do, maybe I can figure out a way to get it to you.

        In the event that I can send it your way, you’ll have to make me a promise though. If you think your composition sounds better than mine (which shouldn’t be hard 😉 ), you’ll have to share with me!

        What say ya, deal?

        • Problem is, I’m no musician, though I make up songs and sing all the time, which thankfully, my wife finds endearing. Why don’t you put it up on YouTube?

          • LOL, you may be a musician and don’t even know it. Making up songs is how all music is created. And yes, it helps to have an endearing wife with a once-upon-a-while compliment.

            YouTube?? My music is probably past its prime to consider that… and let’s not mention anything about my age. In elderlyhood, the Eagles made a comeback. In youth, mine never got off the ground!

  2. This ones for you Quency. It’s my version of “Gone Fishing”… thanks for the inspiration, I hope you like it…. see ya my friend

    “Gone Fishing”

    My pole is all ready, new line on the spool,

    My fly box is loaded, so ready to fool.

    My waders they hang, with feet in the air,

    My net hangs beside them, so ready to snare.

    My hat on a hook, my vest hanging near,

    In silence the water, it’s ripples I hear.

    An image I see, it’s been burned in my brain,

    A great peaceful morning, no forecast of rain.

    A stroke of my rod, my line softly lay,

    Atop of the current, and moving away.

    A twitch of my rod, my tongue in my cheek,

    A quick sudden jerk, the one that I seek.

    My heart is all in it, my visions are true,

    I dream of the water, and a sky that is blue.

    It warms me to feel, the chase and the bite,

    While outside the grounds, all covered in white….

    By: Focused

    • Great poem, Focused! It puts mine to shame!

      I can see we have similar ideas… mine, maybe a better fit for spring.

      • It don’t put yours to shame Quency, yours is great. I just wanted the fishing trip to be in the mind on a cold winter day…. where yours is more of a “ sorry me and grandpa’s gone, it’s fishing time” NOW!!! …lol
        Thanks for the fun my friend… until next time.. see ya

    • Your poem has me wanting to go fishing, my friend. Can’t wait! Keep up the good work. 🙂

      • I figured you’d like this one pdenver… it pretty much fits you to a tee..lol hang in there, spring is coming…..lol
        Have a great night my friend… see ya

  3. “The Long Winter”

    As one page ends so another will turn
    The poems within us forever shall burn
    Take wise the chase if you so yearn
    Up to the Rockies with what you learn

    Be careful now you may be right
    Many more will test your will to fight
    Make a promise that’ll free your might
    Rejoice you may over their blight

    The long winters cold will take a toll
    The long winters night will test a soul
    The long winters peace will give a lull
    The long winters breath will save us all.

    Pauley T

    • Good penning Pauley T….. as I woke early this morning I look outside and the snow is falling. Your poem sets the mood for my first cup of coffee, thank you… it has been a long winter, I’m so ready for spring…lol
      Have a great day today my friend, until next time.. see ya

    • I enjoyed your poem, Pauley T. Winter continues, and Denver is due for 3-6″ beginning this evening, and more expected in the coming days.

  4. Where is the center of a man?

    Is it in his heart, or in his mind?
    Does he hold it in his hand?

    Or does it fall midpoint on a reel
    Of time that shifts like sand?

    Or perhaps his center is somewhere else, beyond what is defined.

    If you can say, I’d like to know
    Please tell me if you can…

    Where exactly does one find
    The center of a man?

    by RonnyLee

  5. I did not go alone up there
    to find the treasure bold;
    it was the mighty eagle where
    he summoned me upon a dare.

    But as it was and so shall be, my legs grew tired and oh so weak,
    I could not climb nor breathe or speak.
    The elevation it was too high
    and so my chance just passed me by.

    I shall not complain or cry in despair;
    as that eagle above has heard my prayer.
    And so now I stand and gaze in awe,
    of the mighty giant and the winter’s thaw.

    • Good one little froggy. I saw the Sierra yellow legged frog at 11,000 feet in the Whitney drainage, last year on may way to the summit. I didn’t know frogs could venture to such lofty heights, like your poetry does. 🙂

  6. the treasures in the waves you’ve walked/ the treasures the thoughts well thought/ who enough to hold your treasured hand/ no man/ and only now to late it’s known, the crashing worlds of land and sea/ one upon the lowly stone the other freely flows as water through the rose and blooms in beauty there alone/ you/ this treasured distant land of gems, apart not plain/ and at best be held by only sight and memory and imaginations earthly try

  7. WWW & Hank, I thank you.
    Both of you have creatively inspired me with your a mazing poems…

    “Stone and Water”

    Upon the stone is poured water
    From out of the water pores stone

    The two touch in unity
    Both are married as one

    Above is a turquoise ocean
    Below is a sea of green

    Their chalice can’t help but lure me
    Securing the radiance of dreams

  8. A Draught

    By RonnyLee

    From this chalice known as life
    We all will drink our fill

    Some will sip and others quaff
    While some drink by the gill

    Some take dainty sips
    Measured out in daily doses

    Others drink only Sunday draughts
    Garnished with attar of roses

    Some forego such measured fare
    They roughly grasp the cup

    They toss back the chalice with a flair
    And spew it out their noses!

  9. Hickory dickory dock
    It’s not too far to walk
    Below house-Brown
    Look quickly down
    And tarry scant the gawk!

  10. You all are amazing! I have to ask. Are any of you professionals hidden behind a mask? Or does Fenn’s Poem deliberately cause this heartwarming influence of creativity?

    • I think we are all just smelling the sunshine while we can. I enjoy a puzzle, and that’s what a poem is—sort of a puzzle that shares a piece of thought in a unique way.

    • Quency,
      I have written between 350 to 375 poems here on the poetry page over the past 7 years. Every word in every poem was inspired by the chase. Before i entered the chase i had never written a poem in my life… so for me..
      Yep, 100% of my words are because of Forrest… crazy how many people he has inspired…..
      Have a great night… until next time…. see ya my friend

  11. I’m very unlucky.
    So, don’t try to convince me that
    I am a lucky person
    Because at the end of the day
    The chest is so far away.
    And I am not going to lie to myself by saying
    That I am the lead searcher
    So rest assured I will remind myself
    That I am the unluckiest person
    And nothing you say will make me believe
    I deserve the treasure
    Because no matter what
    I am not lucky enough to be rich
    I’m in no position to believe that
    Luckiness exist in me
    Because whenever I look at the poem, I always think
    Am I as unlucky as people say?

    Now read from the bottom up.

    • Robert, I think you found La Key to humorous poetry! You may also have found La Key to winning the treasure! Great job & very clever.

      Thank you my fiend!

    • Hello Robert. When I originally read your poem in a normal fashion, I was feeling sad for what I was reading. After reading as you suggested at the end, I see there is no encouragement needed from me. It’s a clever poem. Keep up the good work. 🙂

    • When I read it at first, I thought, “Wow, this person needs help.” Then, when I read it the other way, I really knew this person needs help. Ha ha! 😉
      Good poem, Robert.

  12. I want to thank everyone for the great penning. Sorry im not replying to each of you personally as i usually do. Ive been on the road to denver, im here now and tired… ive enjoyed all of your words…thanks again for keeping the poetry page going, hopefully soon things for me will ne back to normal…
    Until next time… see ya my friends

  13. “The Critters”

    How strange it may be
    that upon the land
    A treasure is hidden
    from the eyes of man.

    Even stranger it seems,
    though hidden from man,
    We animals may venture
    where wealth might just be.

    Us chipmunks and squirrels,
    we run to and fro,
    Keep an eye on the prize,
    its value unknown.

    The treasure means nothing
    when you burrow and climb.
    So pay no attention,
    if even we fly.

    The secret’s still kept
    and hidden from view,
    which man cannot find,
    known only by two

    Two people you say?
    How can that be?
    The answer is simple
    if you’d see our dreams.

    • Sorry, one more stanza:

      Please forgive us
      if we steal it away.
      The nuggets are nuts
      put on display

      • Are you saying you know where the treasure is “squirreled away,” Quency? Better go get it before some mean old badger steals it.
        Nice poem.

        • Thanks Ronny. Not sure if I’ve cracked the nut in finding the treasure, but poetry wise I think I’ve finally learned something important from all “the great masters” here on this site!

          PS I guess you could say that those nuts didn’t fall far from the tree.

  14. Nick Nack paddy Whack
    Toss us searchers a bone
    10 years of searching
    and so little is known.

    A hint, a clue
    A message from you!
    Scrapbooks or pictures
    Maybe a mixture.

    A word is key
    no stanzas a lock
    I don’t Ski
    So for now I’ll walk

    13 endeavors thus far
    some by plane, some by car
    until the snow melts
    you can find me at the bar.

    • I feel your grief, Chas. Those bones are hard to find. Thanks for your words of enlightenment!

  15. The Golden Hoard of Fenn
    By RonnyLee

    It’ll take some pluck to pluck with luck
    The Golden hoard of Fenn

    There’s many believe they’ll find the blaze
    But none can answer when.

    “Next Spring will bring the elusive thing,”
    Is the thought most frequently said.

    When there’s a few in tight focus
    With no hocus-pocus…the poem to the map they’ve wed.

    But year upon year has stealthily passed
    It’s better to not count the days.

    So hear a good searcher and listen to wisdom
    When he so sagaciously says…

    It’ll take grand pluck to pluck with luck
    That Golden hoard of Fenn’s.

    • I enjoyed your poem, RonnyLee. It’s been 5 1/2 years for me trying to think the same thoughts of Mr. Fenn. A lot of thinking involved when figuring out the poem.

    • Ronny, great poem!

      Your pluck got me slightly out of tune though. You’re either talking music, urgency, or a spirit of resolve. Then again, maybe a triad chord was intended.

    • I think I got it. You’re talking about being twice as brave. Wow, that was deep. Your pluck just had me stuck.

    • Picking threads and picking strings
      and plucking the chords of those mighty wings.
      Just thinking and strumming as the days grow long,
      till at last it is written…the words to our Song.

      Ronny – awesome poetry.
      You have a way with words.
      Thanks for sharing.
      (Hope you didn’t care that I added a bit more to your thoughts.)

        • Yes, but remember, Quency, “seldom” doesn’t mean “never.” We all get grouchy from time to time.

        • I think your drift finally sailed into port. Sorry, it was close quarters in there, had to wait for another drift to leave port.

          Promptuitiveness is always the best word, only overridden by preparedtiveness and safetivity. With time, grouchivitous can most times be overcome.

          (PS) Talk about inspiration! Making up words is the key to an exciting new form of harmony! Thank you FF!

        • Ronny, had to wait for another drift to cross. Seems to happen more often than not. That once… seems to turn into many.

  16. Paul, great poem! I’m glad you posted this again, I missed your first one. Nearly camouflaged. Keep up the good work!

  17. “The Eye that Sees”

    Below I harness
    olden shoes
    a lampstand guides my flight.

    Above, the tears
    are a native bird,
    a precious place in time.

    To the left there’s
    a question in my ear,
    resonant echoes arrive.

    To the right
    I realize a disgruntled face
    who might search but never find.

    In wandering ‘round
    this place of thoughts.
    their beauty, the sweetest wine.

    They touch my heart,
    they caress my soul,
    they tug at the place that binds.

    And in seeking all,
    I look ahead,
    and in reaching, look behind.

    But most of all,
    these mem’ries near,
    still desire a place to climb.

  18. bold Mr Badger leads the band/ Joe Bears howling deep and low/ Hank’s strumming harder from above/ where the river loves this canyon country town/ this place where musics hugging trees the notes fall dripping off and leave to the ears of all the critters gathered there/ and the river loves their canyon country town

    • Your poem reminds me of “Wind in the Willows,” Hank. Keep on strumming. I can hear Johnny Cash singing about the critters gathered ‘round.

    • Great job, Hank! I’ve always loved that home country music! Reminds of singin’ ’round a campfire.

  19. Oh… the winter months do make ones mind wonder.
    There is a chest full of booty to be found and to plunder.
    Having to wait on the search and not wanting to sound crass.
    But knowing right now it colder than a well diggers ass.
    Boots on the ground now would be a snowy endeavor.
    But waiting till spring, seems like waiting forever.
    I’ve convinced myself that my logic is sound.
    I only need now to put boots on the ground.
    The blaze I still ponder and my thoughts run astray.
    Forrest makes me wonder, what the heck was he thinking that day.
    If I do find the chest and the title I then hold.
    I will not think of cold water and how I was bold.
    I will dig into the chest, looking first for Fenn’s whole story.
    Then sit against a tree and delve into his past and relive his old glory.
    Finding Forrest would then be the next great quest.
    To return the bracelet that was found in the chest.

    • I hope it’s not as much as me… my brain’s on overload!
      (Robot arms slapping me upside the face)
      “Danger, danger, danger Will Robinson!”
      (Or Scotty onboard the Starship Enterprise)
      “I can’t push her any harder, I think she’s gonna blow Captain!”

  20. Furlongs, rods, links, and chains
    Weave trickish knots within our brains,
    And without some teacher to explain
    How poring over tomes of knoledge
    Will turn the key to our advantage,
    Or if digging in a deep hole longer
    Will prove our imagination stronger;
    In this arcane architecture,
    Alone we learn to plumb and measure,
    And come to know without conjecture
    The place where lies our hidden treasure.

    By RonnyLee

    The depth of winter hinders the lead hunter
    while in distress of the myriads behind him.
    He senses the perseverance of the searcher,
    and with wit, they can pull ahead on a whim.

    He may be inspired by the thrill of competition
    while risking the journey of happenstance.
    Or maybe he reposed to the realm of remission,
    because of opposing forces and circumstance.

    His mind overflows with impeccable confidence
    and he knows his degree of accuracy is precise.
    He has discerned from writings of relevance,
    that it is he, who will promenade unto paradise

    Quick-wittedness is the strive he must endure
    as to him, searchers are now a hungry chaser
    and indulgence has become of dire conquer,
    while his quest is to be hunter and gatherer.

  22. Love your poems RonnyLee and OH!, but surely you both jest…

    Chisels will come
    and chisels will go.
    But the art of imagination
    must be chiseled just so.

    Though we light that spark,
    and want it grow.
    In gaining new heights
    we all want to crow.

    So we learn if we can,
    learn if we will.
    It’s sometimes near bursting
    when we’ve just had our fill.

    And as we continue our search
    for that ambiguous treasure
    Our only next hope
    is a correct tape measure.

  23. “ Fly Away “

    We seek for gold, a treasures lore,

    But shall we seek, for so much more?

    The sparkle of, a diamonds shine,

    Can not shine past, the end of time.

    Nor massive nuggets, of earthly weight,

    Bare the same, at our futures gate.

    So as I gaze, into my fire,

    I search or answers, my hearts desire.

    A emeralds green, a sapphires blue,

    Will stay behind, once I am through.

    My mind, like flames, it dances around,

    To realize my treasure, I’ve already found.

    My peace within, my internal gold,

    It’s weight I bare, my heart it holds.

    So if today’s, my final day,

    I’ll take my treasures, and I’ll fly away…..

    By: Focused

      • RonnyLee,
        Sorry I haven’t penned much. With all that behind me now maybe I can get some words flowing again. I have enjoyed reading your words as I peeked in from time to time… thank you…
        I’m glad you liked it my friend…

        “Sometimes what we seek, we’ve had all along”

        I’m glad to be back also my friend…have a great night… until next time… see ya RonnyLee

    • Now that, Focused, is a real jewel of a poem.
      I will watch for your droppings as you fly overhead.
      Share the wealth.

      • Thank you wwwamericana for such kind words….. you can bet I’ll drop some your way my friend… sharing has never been a problem for me my friend….lol

        “You get what you give”

        That’s my motto….lol have a great night… see ya wwwamericana

      • Yes I made it home safe, it was a snow and icy drive to Denver and again coming home…lol … I really like the warmer temps here in Arkansas, you can keep that snow…lol
        I’m glad you liked my words pdenver, enjoy your treasures my friend… have a good night and a better tomorrow….. until next time… see ya

        • Are you sure you don’t want any of this white gold? Have plenty of it in my yard I’d be willing to share with you, my friend. 🙂

    • Gosh Focused That Denver air must be good for you! This is my new favorite! I know I say that all the time but until next time I mean it 🙂

      • Lol… I think it was the lack of oxygen Spallies .. I’m flattered that this one is your new fav till next time…..
        Enjoy your true treasures my friend… until next time… see ya Spallies

  24. I’m back home now… thanks everyone for keeping this page going… your words have been a pleasure to read…. thank you….. until next time… see ya

  25. As I sit here watching America’s Got Talent, I have to bow to my fellow participants because, IMO, you all have earned “Best of the Show”!

    • Along with you my friend… I’ve enjoyed reading your words… thank you Quency….
      Have a great day and remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it….. until next time.. see ya

  26. Paul, thanks for your solution. Great poem and imagination. Just curious, where did that frog come from? Did it leap out of the chest or did it come from underfoot? I’ve seen a few of them in my search area, but I think they were the bullfrog variety.

  27. “ Within My Hands “

    I walk into the desert, the smell of smoke is near,

    I hear some voices calling, so gently on my ears.

    I turn and look behind me, just me, I’m all alone,

    The past is speaking to me, from others who are gone.

    The sky above is cloudy, a breeze it gently blows,

    The smell of nearby rain, so subtle on my nose.

    I look up to a Mesa, brown and standing tall,

    I hear their voices louder, the ancients as they call.

    They welcomed me among them, into their native home,

    A place that they had lived, before they died and gone.

    One voice it calls me over, to nearby fallen stones,

    She says that it’s the place, her people called their home.

    An overhanging ledge, with rooms built there below,

    In awe I stand there gazing, my amazement surly showed.

    I see an ancient fire pit, I smell the ancient ash,

    I see some broken pottery, just laying where they smashed.

    That is when I seen it, sitting proudly by a wall,

    A perfect pot with markings, no Cracks on it at all.

    The ancient voice then tells me, to take her cherished pot,

    Made by her own hands, with clay she went and got.

    She says to show the world, that yes she once was here,

    Then she softly faded, her voice fell from my ears.

    And with her pot in hand, I leave past nearby stones,

    I promised Her I’d share, the stories of her home.

    A gentle rain starts falling, the breeze still softly blows,

    My ancient friend had gone, Like me it’s time to go.

    The desert holds her secrets, her life here in the sand,

    Me I hold her craftsmanship, her gift within my hands….

    By: Focused

        • Thanks Quency… heck, that’s a pretty high rating..lol I still think there’s a little wiggle room above this one… I’m sure you or RonnyLee can find it…lol
          Thank you again for your very kind comment and I’m glad you like it that much, it makes writing them worthwhile just knowing that….
          Have a great night… until next time. .. see ya Quency

          • Aargh, I’ll fight him tooth and nail… where are you Ronny, you scurvy…

            Sorry, reality’s been slipping away quite easily here lately.

            Honestly, Focused, I think the Trophy is yours. You not only raise the bar of poetry, you raise the bar of friendship.

            Where ever you go in life my friend, have a safe, but incredible, journey.

  28. Thank you RonnyLee, I just wanted to paint a picture and make the reader feel as if they were there too….sometimes I use a little to much paint…lol have a great night… until next time.. see ya RonnyLee

    • What beautiful words Paulette…. if you felt like you was there with me, then yes, my paint was fine…lol
      Yep, I made it home safely, thank you….
      Have a great night Paulette and have even a better tomorrow. Enjoy the little things, because in the grand scope of life they are huge… until next time… see ya my friend….

  29. I wake up with the chase on my mind
    While trolling the blogs I try to be kind

    As the judges sit, watch and listen
    Others venture out seeking fruition

    I wrote this poem in less than a minute
    Forrest’s poem got many into a swivet

    The winters fading soon you’ll dust it off
    To the Rockies we run like to the trough

    Get off the couch and get those boots tied
    Don’t get discouraged from those who lied

    Somebody please help me carry the gold
    I hope to exhale that from the place of cold

    Keep a secret while searching that forest
    The finder should write a play with a chorus

    I thought many times where the treasure may be
    I’ve eliminated the desert, plains and the sea

    Forrest told us all to use his book and poem
    Who’s this Brown and where’s that darn home?!

    Still I search from this comfortable bliss
    Better luck finding the monster of lochness

    One thing in common you, Forrest and me
    We’re all waiting for the news of where it be. 🙂

    Pauley T

  30. A memory from two winters ago during a full-moon

    Moon-tide dreams,
    Et espiritu,
    Dancing with words,
    My shadow moon-lit,
    Silhouette for every thing,
    Below zero creatures stirring,
    Crossing a holyfield,
    Seeing my breath,
    A spirit breath,
    Scattered on wind,
    A flash of light,
    A sound of thunder,
    In the darkness,
    Begin human being,
    Measurement by snow print,
    Starring up starting stars,
    No false steps,
    Resolution resouled resolved,
    Walking indivisibly among clouds,
    Cold against lungs,
    Slope against thighs,
    Smells of winter,
    Coyotes howling in my distance,
    Are they coming,
    Goes it so,
    Yore snowflakes in my hair,
    As I bat my eye-lashes,
    Place of butterfly wings,
    Flutter in God’s wind,
    I catch thought of you,
    Thoughts returning home,
    Dark or day,
    Upon a winter solstice night,
    A second-hand textile weaver,
    In some circles, a native son,
    A nativity scene,
    You when I dream,
    You why I think,
    You who I please,
    How do I fail you,
    How hard to push,
    How far to run,
    Crossing the fennish line,
    What keeps us here,
    But each other,
    A cold effort worth,
    Sometimes I wonder,
    And sometimes I wander,
    Waking the cat nap,
    From a good dream,
    Deep, remember to breathe,

  31. Very lovely, Soulstice. Thank you.

    And to all: Happy Valentine’s to all – especially those without one. You can be my Valentine if you’d like! I’ll gladly share my heart.

    • IveFlownHome,
      Happy valentines to you too my friend… share your heart year round and you’ll like what goodies land in your box… until next time… see ya

      • Thanks, IveFlownHome. I have a Valentine, but I’ll take you up on your offer and share some of mine with you.

        • I can hardly believe my eyes! Grown people expressing well-wishes and sentiments of love on a public blog…

          and worst of all, you left me out!

          Seriously, I wish that someday the whole world could find this type of peace and joy… the poetry of life.

          Wishing the very best to all.

  32. The Work of the Potter
    By RonnyLee

    The potter firmly places
    Simple earth upon his wheel
    Then with his gentle hand’s embrace
    He throws by sense of feel

    From quickened lumpen clay arises
    Unique in essence from the start
    A useful potter’s vessel nice as
    Any guilded craftsman’s work of art

    Once the bowl seasoned in time
    Is painted kilned and fired
    It emerges shining as glass sublime
    A decorated dish to be admired

    Such a lovely vessel finds its form
    In use enjoyed in every way
    And whether filled with cool or warm
    Performs so aptly day by day

    Should perchance the bowl be broken
    By fault or nil upon the floor
    It’s pieces gathered in a cloak
    And taken to the potter’s door

    A broken bowl the potter’s care
    Will seek to heal and mend
    He’ll lace the wounds with iron bands
    And draw them tightly closed again

    (…remember scrapbook 237?)

  33. Out watering the trees
    I still hear my good girl’s wheeze
    How steady and cold are earthly harms
    One last “bye-bye”, passed in my arms.

    Out making new friends, she is
    And kissing old ones and all she sees
    Now ready and bold her spirited gait
    Wins my heart sure, heaven must wait.

  34. As I went alone in there, winter began to unfold
    All this time been reading, outside it’s really cold.
    Waiting for stars to line up, gonna finish and get the gold.

    Poetry sounded good in wwh, rhyming in my head
    Got to typin on the puter, it came out like a ball of lead.

    Back to Google maps, looking at home of brown
    Thinking about spring,and getting outta town.

  35. Happy Valentines Day!!!!! To all my fellow searchers…. give your heart to someone today!! Until next time… see ya

  36. Valentine’s Day Haiku

    Love is in the air,
    like a warm fuzzy sweater.
    Hearts laced together.

    Happy Valentine’s Day!

  37. Seeing the heart in the mirror

    Why do you love me?
    Because you believe you are unlovable.
    Why are you here?
    Because you do not deserve to be alone.
    Why do I feel such pain?
    Because you care, even though you say you don’t.
    Why can I not know happiness?
    Because to be happy is to admit you are lovable, you deserve to be with someone, that you care and want to open your heart to others.
    Who are you?
    I am you, and I need you to forgive me.

    Remember our spouses, friends and family are not the only ones in our lives. Happy Valentines Day!

    • Great penning nearindianajones!!! You should pen more often my friend…. I really liked the heart in the mirror theme…. happy Valentine’s Day to you and yours….. have a great night… see ya my friend

      • Thanks Focused, a friend of mine once wrote, the best way to see a work of art is to hold it up to a mirror. Really opened up a new way of looking at things. God bless you my friend.

    • NearIndianaJones,


      A picture painted and a chord struck. That’ll leave a sickening void of a mark in the old gut, for some.

      Sounds like a long journey, with short strides.

      Definitely get to go alone in there. Silence is golden?

      Silence is golden.

  38. __xxxxxxxxxxx______xxxxxxxxxx

  39. “Who half doubted”
    Hunter’s treasuring things we’ll never forget
    and no we”ll never regret
    if only just memories
    but there’s more you haven’t seen yet
    I’ve read the books
    The Thrill severyl times
    it marinates inside me
    next to my brandy it brines
    been boots on the ground
    more times then addmitted
    if I told you how many
    you wood have me committed
    it only takes once
    or two find the treasure
    but the places I’ve been
    bring so much pleasure
    that doesn’t dispel
    the Notions you canseev
    it’s all right there
    inside I believe
    other avenues of course
    we all plunder
    as long as the glass is
    still half full of wonder
    it’s real easy if you’re doing it right
    just look for the brightness
    and you’ll see the light
    still not impressed
    you’re not paying attention
    when I read between the lines
    I feel like invention
    eccentric is not like concentric
    it takes another route
    instead of going in circles
    it simply figures things out
    for those of you who don’t think
    the treasure is real
    perhaps we haven’t been hearing
    Forests primary spiel
    no one goes through this kind of extent
    brothers and sisters it’s clearly Heaven Sent
    studying hymn I learned more than I could see
    If the chase were gone tomorrow
    where wood that leave you and me
    and could this Orchestra play on
    without a banco to lay on
    so if anyone here is still reading this
    Then you’ve figure it out and godin the gist
    Ps. Every once in a while I get things turned around.
    Thesis an incredible possibility!

  40. Happy Valentine’s Day, Forrest. I wrote this Haiku for you

    Climbing the mountain,
    A bush in bloom near the top.
    My thoughts turn to you.

      • Thanks, pdenver. I need to go back and read some of the other posts. Lots of good reading here to pass the time until search season. Best of luck to you.

    • Great haiku Blue Fox… it fits Forrest to a tee!!!
      I’m sure he’ll like this one… until next time… see ya

  41. Cupid’s cool
    He sets the rules
    Cupid dances with many

    Cupid sings
    He sets the string
    Cupid’s arrow is giddy

    Cupid pulls
    He sets it free
    But soon decides its chancy

    Cupid watches
    in disbelief
    For without a heart, it’s vanity

  42. Here’s a poem with a Valentine’s theme. I wrote this when I was a very young and callow fellow, chasing vanity…about 36 years ago.

    The Fact of Passion
    By RonnyLee

    With one foot on the ground
    And the other in the stars
    A lover is borne to passion
    By Venus and by Mars

    Love’s invitation beckons true
    But War’s invasion grips the
    Heart and Love becomes
    A part of War
    And War of Love a part

    Passion’s Fire is ignited
    By this duality
    Which is consumed and purified
    By the fire of Passion’s storm

    Now what was plural becomes as one
    And behind is left a
    Common base — A universal
    Stuff that Lovers make when
    They loose themselves in tight embrace

    Yet Mars and Venus still hold reign
    Their heavenly bodies
    Remain unscathed by the heat
    Of Passion’s Fire

    ‘Tis the grounded Lover who feels the pain
    And the heartache of desire

      • Thanks, pdenver. I’m just getting back on the backwards bicycle and it’s coming back to me. The poets here have been an inspiration.

    • Wow!!! You keep amazing me RonnyLee, you words are deep but true…. again.. wow! .. have a great night my friend… until next time… see ya RonnyLee

    • Ronny. How do I tell thee I love thy poetry? Let me count the ways…
      Nope… To Mars & Venus and back!

      • Thanks, Quency. It’s nice to charter celestial excursions with words. Glad you enjoyed. Have a good night, my friend.

  43. On this day of hearts
    Take a walk with me
    On a map throw darts
    Together we’ll go see

    We’ll find the treasure
    Just wait you’ll dance
    We’ll find a pleasure
    Come take a chance

    Take a trip to a canyon
    How much fun it will be
    The view we’ll be gazin
    We’ll sit there till three

    Open the Vastness
    And look on in
    It won’t get past us
    Watch it all begin

    We’ll find the treasure
    Just wait you’ll see
    We’ll find a pleasure
    Come find it with me. 🙂

    For all the Lovers. 🙂

    Pauley T

      • RonnyLee,
        If it’s 3 in the morning it’s past my bedtime too and if it’s 3 in the afternoon then it’s past my nap time….. seems I can’t win for losing….lol
        See ya my friend

    • Three = Three Kings Day = Epiphany

      Epiphany = a moment of sudden revelation or insight.

      OR, we’d have to leave by three cause the early bird special starts around 4 and parking could be a Bear. 🙂

      Pauley T

  44. The gift of another sunrise.
    The promise of a new day.
    Nearby friends blazing wise,
    The light that shows the way.

    When every day is a treasure,
    As the golden sun shines bright.
    The ease of Winter is measured,
    By the warmth of Spring’s delight.

    How far is too far to walk?
    According to the fighter pilot ace.
    Rest assured my solve is a lock,
    Thanks to The Thrill of The Chase.

  45. (\(\)
    ,_ ; o >
    {`-. / (_)
    `={\`-._____/` |
    `-{ / -=`\ |
    `={ -= = _/ /
    `\ .-‘ /`
    //` `\\

      • pdenver – in a word “too much bourbon”..

        (…but shhh – you didn’t hear that from me!!)

    • Amazing RL! You solved it… what took you so long? Now what is it again?

      I wonder if the rose touching Peggy’s glasses means to see the world thru rose colored glasses. I think I’d like a pair! And some rose colored glasses too.

    • Ladies and gentlemen! This is the code that cracks the nut!
      First, print it on a dot matrix, tractor feed printer, then soak in lemon juice, heat the paper to precisely 450 degrees Fahrenheit, scan the results into photoshop, run a Gaussian filter on the image. I assure you, with the utmost of sincerity…ALL WILL BE REVEALED.
      The treasure is as good as mine.

    • Ronny, old buddy, old pal. Remember me? We shared poetry. You wouldn’t leave me out now… would you? My last dot matrix printer stopped working 30 years ago! Not to mention, my wife just used the last of the lemon juice.

      • How about a bunches of O’s to go with your X’s above?


        • Are you calling me a nut? I’m no nut, just crazy… according to some Ph.Ds and MDs anyway.

          A Poem
          Roses are red
          Violets are blue
          I have visions
          That loosen my screws
          Oh screws, oh screws
          Where have you gone?
          Two drinks in a blizzard
          And I’m a darn wizard
          No one likes to be made a fool
          Tearing things down is not cool
          Fire the engines and buckle up tight
          It’s a dangerous life when you see the light
          Rest is the cure from the current state
          of hoping that others may someday relate
          Been on this road all my life
          Still haven’t found a loving wife
          Wishing no harm to any living thing
          Just wanting safety and a familiar being
          So sorry for all and coming up short
          I’m shrinking with age and will not report
          My children are love
          My life was for them
          I don’t have the strength to do it again
          Not even for Forrest the Fenn.
          But that’s just today
          Tomorrow we’ll see
          If folks can handle
          Being honest with me


          • The RL.

            And if ya wanna hang with me, you have to be willing to take it second by second. 🙂 Two seconds work best.

            My welcome is worn.

            Glad to have made the acquaintance of those on the poetry page.

            Happy 2020.

        • Ronny, my friend. Are you one loop short of a lemon fruit?
          This is the poetry page, drinks aren’t included…

  46. I wish I was a glow-worm
    A glow-worm’s never glum
    ‘Coz how can you be grumpy when
    the sun shines out your bum.

    hmmmm.. why do I sound like I’m talking in circles..?

    • thanks Spallies, nice to know that nothing ever escapes your HoD (eagle-eyes) SoH 🙂

      and yes, there may be a mildly renewed glow at both ends re: my re-enthusiasm for TTOTC recently ..and even have a few new theories on the ‘key-word’, but alas cannot find the ‘key-word’ thread/page/forum anywhere?? – i’m totally lost Spallies

      i mean..where the heck is Obi-Wan (Dal) Kenobi when ya need him?? tsk tsk

      • Spallies – i think he finally found you mate, but sshhhh don’t tell him i’m back ..given he’s super old and retired, he prolly hasn’t even noticed tbh 🙂

        ..oh wait, did he just say CH?? – darn it!! 🙁

    • What a way to start the morning, my friend! Thank you for the laughter held within your poem, curious hobbit! It’s good to see you posting again!

    • thanks pdenver (& Quency)

      apols for no reply to any recent/past messages, but not receiving email prompts so am lost in translation so to speak – but don’t worry, usual story of my life

      hope you (and the gang) are well, as always – and why haven’t you found that darn TC yet?!

  47. Ronny, I’m pretty sure you’re messing with us when it comes to all that talk about drinking. However, I wrote this poem for all who look to conquer that alcoholic disease.

    “Those Greater Things”

    When your headed on that long way down,
    I know it’s easy to have a drink around.

    As I’ve too been down that narrow road,
    I’ve learned to refrain from that phrase called skoals.

    When thoughts ran rampant, I knew it was true,
    there was some lost freedom, something greater to do.

    I thought to myself, what does this mean?
    Could I change who I am to be a greater being?

    At age 66, must I grab my seat,
    when I really thought I could just grab my feet?

    So I pulled myself back from that dreadful addiction
    to search new heights for that echoing redemption.

    Still I asked myself this, “Could this handle really claim
    more worth when reaching for that greater thing?”

    “And could I really listen to that bugle’s blow
    when seeking that rodent down below?”

    Like you, I’ve walked down that distant road.
    But when all seems lost, we must still find hope.

    So search for that friend that can take your hand,
    a person of strength to make that new stand.

    Then ask yourself this… as your last glass empties out,
    “Should I simply look forward to where life dribbles down?”

    by Quency

  48. Dang, I step away from the poetry page and you guys have took off…lol so many great words to read. If I try to reply to each and every one, Dal’s server will start smoking…. I don’t think it can handle the load, so I’ll say “Great Penning” everyone!!! Times like this I feel like I’m sitting at the back of the bus… lol
    Quency, I like your addiction poem, it reminded me of “ Whiskey River” that I wrote several years ago… I’ve written several poems on fighting addictions, and Whiskey River was one of my favorites…. thanks for the memory my friend…
    Curious hobbit, I caught wind that you were lurking around… I fired up the Barbie , saddled the horses and packed a cold one….. where we going?
    Have a great day everyone…. until next time… see ya

    • Nikan – with a good horse, good company, a good barbie and a good Eskie for the beers, the sky’s the limit imho

      ( ..how far is Montana?)

      • How far is Montana Nikan?

        “ Not Far But To Far To Ride “

        Unless we take our bedrolls…. lol good to here from ya… have a great day… until next time… see ya Nikan …

      • Nikan – “have a good bedroll, will travel” – great to hear from you too mate

        “a hop, skip and a jump” – i like ya attitude wwwamericana ..although ’tis somewhat reminiscent of accidentally discovering a basking tiger snake in the western australian outback – so just add a “girlie squeal of fright” to that scenario and you precisely hit the nail on the head there my friend 🙂

  49. Thanks Focused (and everyone else). It’s great to get compliments from the “Grand Masters” of poetry themselves. So I’ll leave one more poem that might help break that habitual routine of everyday drinking. The friend I’ll call Joe, because the drink is… well, called Joe. Hope you all enjoy.

    “Joe’s Cup”

    Joe’s cup overflows with kindness.
    His tin is filled to the height.
    It pours out to all who venture
    to Joe’s camp on a wintry cold night.

    Its fragrance is said to lure strangers.
    Its brew is said to lace love.
    It’s claimed to even reach heaven
    and sing to the angels above.

    It’s stewing below in the embers,
    the warmth of that cup is sustained.
    Its intent, the kindest gesture.
    Its treasure-told memories insane.

    The contents as always speak “welcomes”…
    a blaze in itself, it awaits.
    Like the heart and the smile within Joe,
    it ushers the most sensual taste.

    Even now as the campfire burns laden,
    dwindling and ready to cease,
    the froth of that cup spills over,
    given freely, with no need of “please”.

    So savor a sweet sip at Joe’s fire.
    Breath the aroma that storys self-words.
    Chase that Thrill to a new adventure.
    Maybe, too, you’ll shout of what’s learned.

    by Quency

    • I like your poem, Quency. One drink I never cared for after my first sip. Making a pot for my husband, I hold my breath to get past the initial filling. I know, I know…I’m a lightweight. (Giggle.)

    • I loved it Quency!! You have a way with words, that make me thirst for more… great penning my friend… have a great day… until next time… see ya my friend..

  50. My blazing thirst for sharing here has been pretty much quenched. It’s been fun. Maybe I’ll check back in after the blanket of ice has melted and I get back from BOTG. We’ll see if the effort is worth the cold.
    Until then..see ya.

    Here’s an anagram for you to ponder til then:

    No place for the meek
    Poker face helmet on

    • Ah come on RonnyLee, surely your not leaving us hanging and thirsty for your words?
      But in the same breath, I also understand that a break from time to time is good for food for thought…
      Take care my friend, your words will be missed, until the ice melts… especially by me…
      Take care RonnyLee, until next time…. see ya my friend…

      P.s- there’s no ice in Arkansas …. just saying.. lol

  51. Ronny, I’m gonna miss you and your poetry. But I’m with you, my friend. I think I’m going to bow out too.

    Thanks to all, I had some great fun. I’m not sure how much more time I’ll have to donate to this poetry page, I had a couple weeks off work (yes, in February – don’t ask) and now it’s back to work I go.

    Needless to say, money don’t usually grow on trees (unless, of course, it’s related to the FF variety), so I’ll have to earn me some if I’m going to continue my BOTG this year. I might still post, but time will be limited, so please don’t take offense if I don’t respond right away.

    Best of luck to all who go searching! And by all means, be safe!

    • Oh no!! Not you too Quency…. I feel like a boxer in the ring that just took a double punch…. first RonnyLee and now you…. 🙁 ….. I may stagger around a little, but I refuse to fall !! …lol
      Go and earn your $’s for your BOTG my friend… I promise I’ll be here when your ready to jump back in the ring…lol
      It’s been fun with you and RonnyLee, I’ve enjoyed every word….be safe…. until next time… see ya my friend….

      • Focused, don’t worry my friend. I’ll still keep my eyes open to your incredible skills and maybe pop in from time to time.
        I’m not sure if you’ve ever disclosed your age, but no matter what that age is, I’ve seen how you’ve run circles around all of us. And yes, I’ve looked over your works from the past several years. So in my opinion, the title goes to you. Enjoy!

  52. Going to miss your penning, RonnyLee and Quency. Hope you don’t stay away too long from the Poetry Page. Good luck in your search.

  53. Forgot to mention and give credit where credit is due.

    I know for a fact that Mr. Fenn could run circles around us all. His incredible journey has given my wife and I a new look at life, along with an adventure we might otherwise never had seen. Regardless of who finds the treasure, we sincerely owe him for that!


  54. Being my last day off work before I head back, I thought I would dedicate it to writing one more poem in honor of the man who established the reason why we’re all here.

    “Ode to Forrest”
    by Quency

    If ever there was a person, to walk the face of this earth,
    Who loved the beauty of nature, the breadth of humanity’s hearth…

    Would we ever notice his kindness, or seek the depths he’s staked?
    Or would we seek his fortune, merely play his clever game?

    Will we thank him for his effort, his greatness truly know?
    Or miss his greater purpose, while running to and fro.

    Could we find his place of friendship, embrace it in our world?
    Or dispel any cause for honor, while shrapnel still is hurled.

    Would we seek his inner thoughts, and store them in our bank?
    Or would that vault be empty, when grasping the things we lack?

    Could we follow close his footsteps, on this broad but narrow ledge,
    And position them towards tomorrow, to gain a worthy edge?

    Will we recognize his tears, his voice most boldly heard?
    Or continue in our bloodshed, crying tearful words!

    Will we inherit his words of wisdom, envision a peaceful land?
    Or will we just dismiss them, and forget about this man?

    Though initials etch the line he’s drawn, and his name is carved in stone,
    Could we ever afford a thousand years, before someone hears his ode?

    • Double “WOW” from me Quency !! What a way to finish your last day off work… you nailed it on the head my friend, your words are very pleasing to read and they also reveal your ginormous heart!! I’m sure Forrest would be proud of your Ode poem…
      Thank you for sharing this and thank you for sharing your notepad with us and allowing us to scribble among it also….
      Go earn some $’s and keep your pen at the ready my friend…… until next time… see ya

      • Thank you pdenver, Brian u, and Focused.

        I’m not sure how many thanks Forrest receives each and every day, but I consider it a pleasure to personally thank and honor him for what he has accomplished. The adventures I’ve experienced through his adventure are been beyond words!

    • Quency,

      Another smile on my face. Forrest’s “Ode to Peggy Jean”, is so powerful and deep, for myself anyway.

      It was nice to see a salute to the man himself. Well done.


  55. On the memory table at a recent memorial service was a plaque that reminded me of Forrest.


    Outside the morning dew transforms it very state
    As a serious soul is sleeping late.
    Not for naught is the sunrise missed
    Only to allow wet to change to mist.

    What is the right thing to do?
    ponders a mindful few.
    Among these is one who will enlist
    His several talents to create a rule list.

    Not enough is what, but also when
    Being right on time within his ken.
    See matters wrong and make them straight
    Seize the moment don’t hesitate.

    The reason matters, it must be right
    Out from darkness, now into light.
    A book is made not overdue
    Dues been paid, and kindness one can’t overdo.

    And we beg his indulgence, so our turn we won’t miss
    When we hear him good, on duty he was not remiss.
    So not with drink should we toast
    We honor him most when we support our own post.

  56. “Fireflies and Wishes”

    In the darkness of the night,
    the heavens fall from the sky.
    Twinkling like the stars,
    fireflies sparkle so bright.

    Among the stars she dashes,
    ready to catch a wish.
    Cupped inside her hands she peeks,
    and sees the little flashes.

    Closing eyes, a wish is made.
    The firefly is freed to wander.
    With a smile, she waves goodbye,
    within the heavens she has played.

    Dream as dreamers do.
    Wish with all your might.
    Catch a handful of fireflies,
    and peek inside to see the view.

    Thank you for the inspiration, curious hobbit.

    • Very good penning pdenver!!! I am so ready for the fireflies and warmer temps of summer…… I could imagine the flickering diamonds of the night my friend… thank you for such a warm painting in your words… have a great day … until next time… see ya

      • Enjoyed the delightful moment pdenver,
        thx for the reminder that
        not all that glitters is gold
        ,,, it may be even more precious.

      • I’m glad you like the painting, Focused. I’m ready for the warmer weather, too. Due for 2-4″ of heavy snow beginning tonight into tomorrow and more on Tuesday. I know we could use the moisture, and the next two months are our heaviest, but it sure would be nice to not to see white all the time. Enjoying the 60 degree weather today. 🙂

        • I feel for ya pdenver….. temps here was good today and yes I enjoyed it… I took my motorcycle for a spin, only to realize, a little warmer wouldn’t hurt…lol stay warm……
          Have a great night my friend… see ya

    • That is awesome PDenver!!! I love love love the line
      “Dream as dreamers do.
      Wish with all your might.”

      That little Hobbit sure has a way of pushing our buttons doesn’t he 🙂 🙂 🙂

      Great Job!

      • Hello Spallies. I’m so happy to hear you love the lines. Thank you for your kindness. I concur, our little hobbit can push buttons. 🙂

    • Had to sneak a peek @ the poetry page now that I got my Weekend Freedom. Dynamic poem pdenver…!! I didn’t know you had such artistic penful strokes! Makes me want to take a few more days off work to write some more myself!

      • Thank you for your kind words, Quency. I have no doubt you will find some time to pen your art.

    • PDenver – a bit late on commenting.
      I was in exile for a while.
      This poem really lit me up.
      Such inspiration and such memories of those days
      when we thought we were forever young.

      • I’m glad it brought back pleasant memories for you, wwwamericana. It brought me down Memory Lane, too.

  57. “ Near The Waters “

    A snowflake drifts in silence, upon the winter air,

    It’s journey quite and peaceful, no worries to somewhere.

    High above the mountain peaks, it drifts in black of night,

    Gently falling, often changing, its course of where to lite.

    Life’s much like a snowflake, that drifts in mountains high,

    It has its ups and downs, though someday it will die.

    It’s journey will be over, it’s life will rest below,

    Upon a padded blanket, of pure white mountain snow.

    Our journey to the blanket, our life’s like drifting snow,

    Our winds will someday fade, our time will melt and go.

    So live your life in happiness, embrace your winter winds,

    Share the peace within you, before your snowflake ends.

    The warmer days will soften, your mountain snows abound,

    Like it you’ll be a River, and flow to lower ground.

    Though once a flying wonder, a silent mountain snow,

    Now way down in the valley, it’s lovely river flows.

    Along the rushing river, lush grass and flowers grow,

    Beauty in abundance, because of mountain snows.

    For you a place of beauty, as equal does wait,

    The beauty near the waters, beyond our heavens gate……

    By: Focused

    • Thank you Focused – beautiful. Your grand view made an imperfect day perfect in the end. Thanks for the reminder.

      • DTakaRS,
        Your welcome, I’m glad my words could make your day a little better. Make the best of it today and enjoy the little things… thank you for your kind comment too….. until next time… see ya DTakaRS….

    • Hopefully this post makes it to you Focused,
      I’m in time-out right now. LOL
      Love this one – kinda really hits home for me.
      Sometimes, I really feel like that drifting snowflake.

      • It made it….I’m glad you liked it wwwamericana…. at one time or another, we all feel like that drifting snowflake my friend… time-out? That’s a place I know all to well…lol have a great night… until next time… see ya

    • The congregation of that mountain church near the waters just applauded and put a little extra in the plate. carry on Focused.

    • Past, present, or future, the thrill of that snowflake, along with those awe inspiring moments sometimes impossible to see, stirs a vision of a personal journey we all should seek to embrace. If we could only imagine… Thank you so much, Focused!

        • WWW. Looks like you’ve found the secret, where life hands us goodness, only if we are willing to follow…

      • Your very welcome Quency…. beautiful comment my friend. I like “If we could only imagine”……
        Have a great night and stay warm till spring… until next time… see ya

      • Nice haiku and link, 4rest4fend. It made me want to listen to my favorite song by Yes…”Roundabout”.

        • Every royal court should have a Squire.
          I love their music from this era too.

          When you note “Roundabout” it sits
          well with the theme of going full circle and seeing the place for the first time.

          And when Focused speaks of “ups and downs”
          That sounds like a reference to being phased.
          The vapor, snow, water flower juice.

          Put those together and maybe
          it’s a Carousel with bananas
          where the brass ring should be.
          At least we’ll Never Walk Alone.

          Well I am a bit phased too I admit
          And though the ride is hardly easy
          The admission was free
          And someone has that Golden Ticket.

  58. There once was a man named Forrest Fenn
    He hid a Treasure and then picked up a pen
    Try to find it he said and you’ll be his friend
    All the wolves went running from their den

    Forget what you know this is a whole new game
    If you never find it you got nobody else to blame
    You can pray for help the playing field’s the same
    From Santa Fe on upward is where they all came

    Find the Brown home and avoid the frown
    Don’t let those people in town call you clown
    That bear and lion will run you right on down
    If you do find it surely you’ll wear the crown

    Take all the ones you love camping and fishing
    Stand in that stream with whatever your wishing
    Imagine finding that gold and feeling that blessing
    Forrest did say there’s one thing we’re all missing

    Triumph will find you where ever you may go
    Take a walk in that creek feel the waters flow
    Proudly listen to the mountains high and low
    Meadowing flowers in springtime finely grow

    Take someone’s hand and walk into that forest
    Memories across that countryside floored us
    Into the wilderness you’ll find an inner chorus
    One thing’s for sure Forrest never bored us! 🙂

    Pauley T

  59. And Joy the Dividends

    When working puts me out of sorts
    I day-dream about outdoor sports
    Though few bulbs now sport a filament
    When stuck indoors I’m out of my element.

    Sunlight filtered, sweet nature will soften
    Reflections on water enchant me often
    Glare reduction a welcome device
    I’ll keep the good, but shun bad advice.

    Youth can’t be wasted on the young
    Any more than a ladder should have one rung
    Steps taken to rise from the start
    A view appreciated, take stock, stay young at heart.

  60. “ Ancient Skies “

    Along a flowing river,

    Alone in midnights shiver,

    He kneeled and wept.

    Feared what the darkness brings,

    The healing chants did sing?

    His wife fought as she slept.

    Sounds of a newborn cry,

    Filled the chilly sky,

    Sounds of little grace.

    His prayers sent to above,

    To save his only love,

    Or take her place.

    His eyes filled with despair,

    His heart overflowed with care,

    Tears they fall.

    Then chants they quickly cease,

    Now worried doom or peace,

    An Elder calls.

    Then through the tipi door,

    There on the padded floor,

    She smiles at him.

    Upon their mothers chest,

    His newborn daughters rests,

    Yes, both of them.

    Speechless in his stance,

    Eyes fixed in a trance,

    Overflowed with love.

    His answered prayer was sent,

    There to his family’s tent,

    From the chilly skies above…….

    By: Focused

      • Thank you pdenver, times were tough, in all aspects, on the Native Indians. Life in the desert was demanding but they survived through their strength and determination… is there a moral here somewhere? Lol
        Have a great day my friend.. until next time.. see ya

    • Did they name their daughters “Faith” and “Hope”?
      They already had Love.
      Thank you Focused!

      • I sure hope so 4rest4fend, those would be perfect names.
        Your welcome my friend… until next time.. see ya

      • Thanks ManOwar, I’m glad you liked my story… stay warm till spring my friend.. until next time… see ya

  61. For your amusement: A poem named Lead Searcher.

    Lead Searcher

    As I went alone in there
    To find the chest of gold.
    I came within 200 feet
    And saw the blaze below.

    Looked quickly down
    Beneath the blaze.
    And found the “Why” (Y)
    That he must go.

    The answers now I know
    He had a reason to bestow.
    To the finder goes the win
    You’ll be surprised what’s within.

    I didn’t need to take the chest
    Because I have millions at best.
    To solve the poem was my quest
    It certainly was a marvelous test.

    Gold and jewels within so bright
    And at the bottom a great delight.
    Cannot tell, twill spoil the surprise
    Left it there for others to surmise.

    Not in Wyoming, Montana
    Or National Park.
    It’s closer to his home
    Colorado, New Mexico you must embark.

    It is straightforward I must admit
    So don’t give up or quit.
    It’s still there just look in the right space
    And it will end the great Fenn race.

    “The Trill Of The Chase.”

  62. This ones for you ManOwar… your “Lead Searcher” gave me the inspiration to write this one… thanks my friend… until next time… see ya….

    “ Title To Your Gold “

    I see you’ve went alone so bold,

    I too have done the same.

    Wishing I wasn’t quite so old,

    To play this crazy game.

    The canyon it looks mighty deep,

    And the waters hot as hell,

    It’s all to far to walk for me,

    My knees they slowly swell.

    What the heck’s, a home of Brown?

    I’m old but brave you see.

    I hope the ends, just nigh and down,

    It’s taking a toll on me.

    I need no paddle, my creeks to high,

    But I’d use it as a crutch,

    My heavy loads, my aching thighs,

    I’ve never hurt so much.

    Wise you say? I’m worried now,

    My smarts lost in this haze,

    I’ve gotta find your blaze somehow,

    I’ve had my better days.

    While looking quickly down below,

    I see where my quest will cease,

    That’s much farther, than I can go,

    To rest my throbbing knees.

    Regain my breath, and off again,

    No tarry scant for me,

    Not much farther, this game I’ll win,

    Then poof, I’m gone in peace.

    Why is it, that I must go?

    It’s beginning to be a chore.

    I think I’ll wait to grab your trove,

    My body’s crazy sore.

    I guess I’ve done it, tired and weak,

    So hear me Mr. Fenn,

    Listen now and hear me speak,

    I think I’m giving in.

    Will someone send a chopper in,

    I’ll resume, when hell is cold,

    My effort it can wait till then,

    For the title to your gold……

    By: Focused

    • I enjoyed your poem, Focused. I can sympathize with the body challenges and wondered if I could make it from here to there in a search. I hope you haven’t given up.

      • I’m happy that you enjoyed it pdenver…. oh and by the way, “given up” is not even in my vocabulary…lol when I start something I finish it or die trying, in this chase it might be the latter…lol.. Although I do love the challenges, both physically and mentally….
        Have a great night my friend…. see ya

    • Hi Focused,
      Thank You, Friend.

      That poem was really swell
      I hope your knees will hold-up
      To carry you to the well.

      Glad you count me as a friend.

      • Your welcome ManOwar… my knees are well, in the poem above it’s just my imagination in overdrive…lol. Thank you for the inspiration and yes, although we’ve never met I still consider you a “Friend”…. I think with you as a friend, I can now say that I have a total of 4…lol
        Have a great night…. until next time… see ya

  63. Day of Treasures

    Yesterday I watched the chase from afar
    Today I’m running all around in my car
    Tomorrow I hope to be the treasure czar

    Yesterday I thought I’d give into the pain
    Today I’m searching all the dusty terrain
    Tomorrow I’ll see how smart is my brain

    Yesterday we’ll see this all to the end
    Today we’ll search that creek at the bend
    Tomorrow we’ll call each other my friend

    Yesterday you didn’t even know me
    Today you’re listening to my very plea
    Tomorrow we’ll laugh at all the newbie

    Yesterday took the time from my grief
    Today I’m standing steadfast to belief
    Tomorrow I’ll land us upon that reef

    Yesterday I watched the chase from afar
    Today I’m running all around in my car
    Tomorrow I’ll see who my true friends are.

    Pauley T

    • Good job PauleyT…..

      Yesterday is history,
      Today is history in the making
      Tomorrow is hope for a better history.

      Sorry, I read your words and my mind took off…lol keep up your penning PauleyT… I like it..
      Have a great day…thanks… until next time.. see ya

  64. I don’t usually do poetry, but thought I would try!

    Selfless Searcher

    Fill my pocket with golden coins for the short time I live?
    Or forever add my name to history for what I too can give?

    Forrests life was meant for purpose from the day his mom gave birth.
    This Chase deserves the perfect end for the gift he brought this earth.

    The Gods did point my compass for a destiny already set.
    Saluting Major Forrest Fenn is a pleasure I wont forget.

    One has to look upon this calling as a gift from high above.
    A cumulative spirit gathering, bestowed on all by love.

    Lessons learned from a wonderful man, shaped my heart and mind.
    So I’ll hand the chest to those who need it, knowing God gave it me to find.

    • This is a really nice heartfelt poem, Mr Patience. I hope you’ll continue to pen on the Poetry Page.

    • Mr. Patience,
      Looks like you’ve been holding out on us… lol thank you for taking that first step here on the poetry page.. I hope you take many more my friend… I enjoyed reading your words…. have a great night… until next time… see ya

  65. Thank you pdenver & Focused. It took me less than 15 mins, so excuse the bad punctuation etc. I would have polished it a little, given more time. I may return!

    • Your welcome Mr. Patience… heck, if my words depended on my punctuation, I’d be in trouble…lol its what you say that matters… until next time… see ya my friend

  66. Wrote this years ago before my intro to TTOTC. Since we are working with words, thougt I would share it since it is entitled “Words”…


    Words are funny,
    Words are mean,
    Words are dirty and words are clean.

    Words of passion,
    Words of pain.
    Some words we’ll wish to never hear again.

    Words of hate.
    Words of sorrow.
    What’s the buzzword for tomorrow?

    Words that flow,
    Words that break,
    We’ve all heard words that are so hard to take.

    Words that cripple,
    Words that play,
    Sometimes words are hard to say.

    Words that blend,
    Words that crash.
    Words that come out hollow or brash.

    Words that cut,
    Words that heal,
    Words that express how little we feel.

    Words that rhyme,
    Words that dont,
    Words you want to say but won’t!

    Words on skin,
    Words in sand,
    Funny how hard some words can land.

    “Words are like weapons”,
    “Strokes the word”,
    Plenty of lyrics we’ve felt instead of heard.

    Words that give flight,
    Words that cut low,
    Silent words that we’ll never know.

    Words that meander,
    Words with a point,
    Slippery words that fail to anoint.

    Words meant for Lovers,
    Words created by Nerds,
    Sometimes you just can’t find the right words.

    Words that tickle,
    Words that prick,
    Funny how some words never do stick.

    Words that cajole,
    Words that soil,
    Are they really words when our blood is a-boil?

    Words that glow,
    Words that are dark,
    Glossy words that really are simply stark.

    Words that tempt,
    Words that are late,
    Words that get twisted up by Fate.

    Words that wiggle,
    Words that crawl,
    Cryptic last words some people scrawl.

    I’ve listened.
    You’ve read.
    Now all my words are dead…

    • Thanks P & B. This is actually part 1 of 3 “Words” poems. When I find the other 2, I’ll post them here as well. The reason I wrote them may become more evident when you read all 3.

  67. Hours

    From Dusk to Dawn the park will close
    I guess rangers seek repose.
    But wonder for who that sign pertains
    Just those from routes man maintains?

    Not for the first and current residents
    Would be a rule too cruel in this land of precedents.
    Many beneath the trees, below the sky
    On pine needle beds wish to lie.

    And Birds that prey and those that nest
    Also need a place to rest.
    What species could we endanger
    Will we next arrest the Great Arranger?

    • That’s good 4rest4fend… heck, you guys were on a roll today…. I like reading them as much as writing them… keep it up my friend…. have a great night…. now I’m gonna scroll down and catch the rest of bowmarc’s words….lol. See ya

  68. Words, too…

    Words can sparkle.
    Words can cling.
    Words can sooth as well as sting.

    Words that bind.
    Words that crack.
    Oft wished words you can’t take back.

    Words so shallow.
    Words so deep.
    Expensive words that sound so cheap.

    Words have power.
    Words can kill.
    Too few words make time stand still.

    Words that stray.
    Words with style.
    Hurried words that take a long while.

    Words that leap.
    Words that run.
    Rhyming words that come undone.

    Words that mend.
    Words that maim.
    Some words are too wild to tame.

    Words from the Heart.
    Words from the Soul.
    Words that fail to meet their goal.

    Words that shrill.
    Words that beat.
    Cold, cold words that can’t take the heat.

    Words that slant.
    Words that slope.
    Courageous words that have lost all hope.

    Words that wear.
    Words that bore.
    Victorious words that lose the war.

    Words so compassionate.
    Words so bleak.
    Strong, strong words that leave you weak.

    Words of choice.
    Words of chance.
    Sybaritic words without romance.

    Words with aim.
    Words that clown.
    Floated words that make you drown.

    Words that freeze.
    Words all afire.
    Truthful words that make you a liar.

    Words off kilter.
    Words on cue.
    Colorful words that have lost their hue.

    Words that curse.
    Words that confess.
    Fancy words you can’t undress.

    Words that last.
    Words that fade.
    Tested words we fail to grade.

    Words that echo.
    Words that fence.
    Opinionated words that make no sense.

    Words of false promise.
    Words of true grit.
    Venomous words so perfectly spit.

    Words aplenty.
    Words too few.
    Classic words that we eschew.

    Words as payment.
    Words with a fee.
    Costly words ill-spent for free.

    I’ve heard…
    So have you…
    Now all these words are dead too…

  69. Words End

    Words are naughty.
    Words are nice.
    Sweet little words that rend and slice.

    Words are wasted.
    Words are saved.
    Intelligent words that sound depraved.

    Words we exhale.
    Words we blink.
    Perfumed words that simply stink.

    Words to savor.
    Words of excuse.
    Restraining words that we cut loose.

    Words that stall.
    Words that trend.
    Loving words we don’t care to send.

    Words on file.
    Words that stray.
    Remembered words we forget to say.

    Words we throw.
    Words we keep.
    Censored words we can’t unbleep.

    Words we ignore.
    Words we amend.
    Elastic words that refuse to bend.

    Words that ask.
    Words that cost.
    Enduring words irretrievably lost.

    Words that conform.
    Words that freestyle.
    Angelic words that bewitch and beguile.

    Words that frost.
    Words that smolder.
    Drunken words that come out sober.

    Words can vex.
    Words can jar.
    Aesthetic words can leave a scar.

    Words that define.
    Words that imply.
    Uncertain words on which we rely.

    Words of neon.
    Words of white.
    Fiery words we refuse to ignite.

    Words that pose.
    Words that sway.
    Devilish words we use to pray.

    Words we crumple.
    Words we slake.
    Forbidden words that make us quake.

    Words we shuffle.
    Words that flow.
    Heavy words we can’t let go.

    Words that baffle.
    Words that chide.
    Illusionary words we just can’t hide.

    Words that we cherish.
    Words we let slip.
    Pasted words that have no grip.

    Words we display.
    Words we sheath.
    Cheeky words that grit your teeth.

    I listen…I Love.
    You earnestly pretend.
    And so my dead words dead end…

    • Enjoyed you trilogy very much.
      Thought-provoking and fun researching too.

      But the words very lively presentation
      seems stronger than the surprising d’termination
      you tri-gale.

    • Bowmarc,
      I read all three word poems, you pit a lot of thinking in them. You pretty much covered them all…. except one…

      Words that are Focused,
      Words that are ample,
      Words of clear vision and written so simple.

      Just messing with ya…. great penning my friend… have a great night… until next time… see ya

      • @Focused – Funny that you should bring that up. Check below for another Words Poem—-how many Chase related thoughts do you see?

        • Bowmarc,
          Heck, I’ve never been to good at tests, but after reading your latest words poem I came up with 9 … 8 plus 1 aberration….. have a great day my friend….. see ya

          • The only limits to the correct answer, besides the finite number of words that comprise the poem (which I haven’t counted), are your own imagination and interpretation—this is poetry after all! 🙂

          • Well then Bowmarc, I chose 9 out of 21 stanzas (thoughts) if my math is correct, then my imagination scored 42.8 % out of a possible 100%…. humm.. I told you I wasn’t very good at tests…lol
            I think I need to go and download an imagination building app… lol
            If imagination is more important than knowledge, I think I’m riding in the back of the bus…lol
            Thanks for the smile my friend…. until next time.. see ya

  70. Wowwy, Wowwy… look at all I missed! Leave this sight for a few days and its got me coming back for more.
    Never seen so much poetry and so many words. Could it really be that words can, either, afflict us, or perfect us?
    Anyways, all of your poems have inspired some weekend thoughts of my own, so I could hardly hold back from sharing!

    “The Riddle of Thought”
    by Quency

    Riddle me this.
    What makes “make”-believe?
    Tell me how…
    How does a creek creak?

    Question me where…
    Where do fire flies fly?
    Then pose the question,
    “Where exactly am I?”

    Answer me this.
    Can you imagine to…?
    Then reveal how…
    too for is four two.

    And if we really think
    we know how to tie a not?
    Then go ahead and tell us how…
    And if so, then why knot?

    If all this seems quite silly,
    then I might respond back to you…
    “Keep your thinking simple,
    fractioned of the bigger clues”…

    But don’t ever ask me…
    “How in learning, will we ever no?”
    When we simply refuse to imagine,
    or continue to say “Heck, Know!”

    • Very good penning Quency !! I liked your word play… I done a poem about 4-5 years ago similar with words.. it was fun to write…. next time you might try staying away just one day, a lot less catching up that way… lol
      Have a great night… good to see ya pop in…. see ya

      • Succinctness have just a few,.
        Maybe only
        one or two.
        Some do babble
        like a brook,
        you’d think they
        wish to write a
        Some plot by
        the moon
        some plot till
        some even plot
        a trip
        in the midst of
        Winter’s icy grip.
        The wisest know
        it is way too soon,
        they won’t
        Sally forth till
        darned near June…

  71. I went to a ceremony in Gibraltar in December and this was written in the brochure. Reminds me of the Chase!

    Our lives are entwined, I want you to see,
    together agreed lets set our hearts free.
    We travel a path which appears like two roads,
    Yet united we carry the same cardinal lodes.
    When time gives way I try bear the view,
    old news of bond and you like it for new.
    Lets not confuse dreams earned by past,
    and travel the future, I know it will last!


  72. Words Anew

    Words we fluff.
    Words we spike.
    Friendly words we still don’t like.

    Words in silence.
    Words on display.
    Scripted words we just can’t say.

    Words we despise.
    Words we favor.
    Well-cooked words that have no flavor.

    Words as hints.
    Words as clues.
    Watered down words that still light our fuse.

    Words we wind.
    Words we unroll.
    Temperate words that lose all control.

    Words we destroy.
    Words we create.
    Sturdy words that don’t hold their weight.

    Words that hang.
    Words of retort.
    Lengthy words that still fall short.

    Words that schmooze.
    Words that rasp.
    Simple words we fail to grasp.

    Words in close.
    Words at bay.
    Forgiving words that make us pay.

    Words we divide.
    Words we gather.
    Bubbly words that have no lather.

    Words that clean.
    Words that splatter.
    Important words that don’t seem to matter.

    Words that release.
    Words that brake.
    Brittle words words we still overbake.

    Words that glue.
    Words that blast.
    Well crafted words that still don’t last.

    Words that lift.
    Words that weigh.
    Guiding words that lead us astray.

    Words that sleep.
    Words that wake.
    Genuine words made by mistake.

    Words with humor.
    Words with wit.
    Tailored words that still don’t fit.

    Words that inform.
    Words that snitch.
    Dulcet words that make us itch.

    Words we plow.
    Words we plot.
    Nurturing words we leave to rot.

    Words that chime.
    Words that ring.
    Spicy words that have no zing.

    Words unwritten.
    Words in quotes.
    Choking words that clear our throats.

    Words long gone.
    Words in stock.
    Grounded words that still have shock.

    Words of error.
    Words of correction.
    Mirrored words that provide no reflection.

    Words that hunger.
    Words that sate.
    Timely words that are still too late.

    Words that align.
    Words that curve.
    Tasteless words we still serve.

    Words we shoot.
    Words we sling.
    Melodic words that we can’t make sing.

    Words we favor.
    Words we mock.
    Keyed up words that won’t unlock.

    Words that enlighten.
    Words that stump.
    Unclogged words that leave a lump.

    Words tarry.
    Words corrupt.
    Halting words that don’t interrupt.

    Words that gush.
    Words that shy.
    Watery words that leave us dry.

    Words that question.
    Words we doubt.
    Deafening words we silently shout.

    Words that drop.
    Words that climb.
    Those mirrored words still have no mime.

    I shared.
    So did you.
    Now my words are born anew….

    • Thank you, Bowmarc. The “mimes” you presented bring a special meaning, not only in relation to the Chase, but also of a personal nature. They remind me of those one-on-one conversations with my Grandpa which are incredibly distant, yet oh so near.

      Being a diehard German, my grandfather was set in his ways and was motivated more than most. He never held back from telling his true feelings or reflecting those avid stories of his life’s adventure. But those stories, along with a determined effort (seemingly driven by the creviced lines on his face), gave him definition and character that made him, conquerably, unmatched.

      Though in my youth his true wisdom was masqueraded, I’ve long since found that the beauty of his words outweigh anything visibly and where that wisdom could only be realized through the maturity of a careful listen. To this end, I might not of yet have mastered the wrinkles on his face… but a longful willingness to learn still holds a place in my heart and ears.

  73. It’s nine o’clues on a Saturday
    The regular crowd shuffles meek
    There’s an old man fishing next to me
    Makin’ love to my poem and creek

    He says, “Son, can you tell it from memory
    I’m no longer sure how it goes
    But it’s mad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete
    When I wore a lead searcher’s clothes”

    La la la, di da da
    La la, di da da da dum

    “Give us a clue, you’re the treasure man
    Sing us a hint tonight
    Well, we’re all in the mood for a mystery
    And you’ve got us thrillin’, alright”

    Now Frog, by the bear, is a friend of mine
    He counts me my links for free
    And he’s quick with a croak from the stump of an oak
    But there’s someplace that he’d rather be
    He says, “F, I believe this is killing me”
    As a fly ran away from its face
    “Well I’m sure that I could be – croak – dancing with the stars
    If I could get out of this blaze”

    Oh, la la la, di da da
    La la, di da da da dum

    PaulPaul is a searcher, from the UK,
    Who never put boots on the ground
    And he’s talkin’ with Davio, who’s still sounding sabio
    With the treasure remaining unfound
    And the reckless are playing chaseopoly!
    As “the businessmen” slowly dip toes
    Yes, they’re sharing a kink they call cluelessness
    But it’s better than chasin’ alone

    “Give us a clue, you’re the treasured man
    Sing us a hint tonight
    Or we’ll meet at The Dude for a vis-à-vis
    Cuz you got us dipping alright”

    It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
    And “the manager” gives me a smile
    ‘Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been comin’ to see
    To forget about life for a while
    And the waterfall sounds like one in Vietnam
    And my camping tent smells like a deer (?)
    And they stare from the bank and put clomps near my jars
    And say, “Man, what are you doin’ here?”

    Oh, la la la, di da da
    La la, di da da da dum

    “Give us a clue you’re the treasure-man
    Sing us a hint tonight
    For we’re all in the brood of a memory
    And you got us feeling alright” ,

    • Nothing has changed, just the same old great poetry. I will start by raising tonight’s first glass of French wine to you for that song my friend. Brilliant!

    • I’m havin me a Corona with a little lime and salt.
      Cheers to you, Silly Jo.
      Great pinning – I could hear the music as I red your words.
      Come back again, you make my heartlight glow.

    • Silly Joel,

      LMAO! Is there some creative talent in here or what!? Made my day! Thanks Silly!


  74. Silly Joel, your poem got me laughing so hard I have people staring at me!
    I don’t have much time, but after claiming a few moments of composure, I thought I’d fire a couple verses back. Please forgive me Forrest and Billy.

    Got to call on a new friend so we could be real close
    Native taught, the American way.
    Made the hop, sold the house, bought one closer to the west coast
    Now I give him the standup routine in Santa Fe

    I don’t need you to worry for me ’cause I’m completely right
    I don’t want you to tell me to just go back home
    I don’t care what you say, I’m gonna invade your life
    Go ahead with your own life, but you’re not alone

    • You guys are great!!! LOL

      Here’s my favorite Billy song… I only had to change one line in the chorus…

      While in these days of quiet desperation
      As I wander through the world in which I live
      I search everywhere for some new inspiration
      But it’s more than cold reality can give
      If I need a cause for celebration
      Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind
      I rely on my imagination
      And I dream of an imaginary time

      I know that everybody has a dream
      Everybody has a dream
      And this is my dream, my own
      Just to be at home
      of Brown…with a clue

      If I believe in all the words I’m saying
      And if a word from you can bring a better day
      Then all I have are these games that I’ve been playing
      To keep my hope from crumbling away
      So let me lie and let me go on sleeping
      And I will lose myself in palaces of sand
      And all the fantasies that I have been keeping
      Will make the empty hours easier to stand

      I know that everybody has a dream
      Everybody has a dream
      And this is my dream, my own
      Just to be at home
      of Brown…with a clue

  75. “ The Man In The Mirror “

    I looked at a man in the mirror.

    And much to my mirrored surprise.

    I leaned into him, and got nearer,

    I saw a sad look in his eyes.

    His brows were silver and aging,

    His eyes had feet of a crow.

    Who is this man that I’m seeing?

    He looks so withered and old.

    I ask my new friend in the mirror,

    In return, does he see the same?

    Come on, lean in, get closer,

    Is time the culprit to blame?

    In silence, the man in the mirror,

    Stared with that desperate same gaze,

    To me his message was clearer,

    Than the wrinkles upon his sad face.

    I turn my back, to my new friend,

    Goodbyes are so hard to say,

    I turn at him, with a soft grin,

    Then sadly, I just walk away……

    By: Focused

    • I really like your poem, Focused. A little bittersweet. The past couple days I was thinking about that particular story about Mr. Fenn standing in front of the mirror.

      • I’m glad you liked it pdenver… yeah I think about that story a lot…. sometimes life is bittersweet, just thought I’d Pen about it… see ya my friend

      • Thanks Spallies, the mirror catches up with all of us at sometime my friend…. the beauty is in how you accept it….
        have a great evening Spallies… until next time… see ya

    • Focused,
      Your poem inspired this one…

      I would not mind seeing you, however you may be.
      I care for you as you are, not how you wish to be seen.
      If you were younger and beautiful, you would not be interested in me.
      Your mind is what’s important, and I love it as it is.
      Don’t waste time on self-refection, just take it as it gives.
      The past is gone as memories, It is what’s present that lives.
      I would like to hold and comfort you, and listen to your heart.
      To touch the grey hair and lines upon your face, with no distance apart.
      Nothing can last forever…but it could be a start.

      • CKL10510,
        WOW! Very good penning my friend. Beautiful words indeed…. I’m honored that my words was the inspiration for such a touching poem.

        “ you loved me when I was young,
        You love me now that I’m old,
        I’ll love you till my days are done,
        And my veins run still and cold”

        When reading your poem CKL10510, this is what popped into my mind…. again, thank you for sharing your words…. have a great day my friend…. until next time… see ya

      • CKL10510,

        That’s a keeper! I enjoyed your flowing thoughts, and I’m sure many others will as well.

        And sure enough! Focused is!

        I had to go back 30 years to find my keeper…in one of my scrapbooks! I’ll post it later.


    • Focused,

      At first glance, I see sadness.
      Then I see, so long my friend.
      Then I see, that glance back, and a grin…because it’s okay today.

      It’s just unfortunate that some mirrors don’t get the opportunity to achieve the ageless wrinkles of wisdom.

      Life’s simple trail follows you. If you don’t think it does…just glance back…it’s there.

      Now for me to write a poem, it cones from life experiences and my heart.

      Only had a few moments of productive thinking when it comes to poems. BUT, finally, I had something positive flash before me Aye Ayen Matey!

      I’m going to name it…
      Memories of the Chase and what I have learned from Forrest Fenn…FENNORIES!!!

      I encourage everyone to do the same. Go head and name yours FENNORIES as well Peeps! We all have FENNORIES….so we all can easily pen a tribute to our FENN-ORIES! Even JDA can relate to that. I’d enjoy reading them all.

      And last but not least, POEM. When I hear Forrest say the word POEM in his interviews…I MELT! Does he not pronounce that word like a MAGNET!?!? Holy crap! Peggy didn’t stand a chance!! This is how it…
      FORREST: Hay, pretty lady, would you like to hear my POWEM I wrote for you?

      PEGGY: OMG, Would I, WoodEye, WoodAye…Why wouldn’t I….FOREVER!!!

      Case closed! You’re wearing a TUX!


      • OK Focused you asked for my FENNORIES – Here they are:

        It was the twenty-third of December,
        As best this old mind can remember.
        I saw a story about some hidden gold,
        Hidden by some old guy, or so I’m told.

        It was hidden in one of four states,
        Valued as much as the “Pearly Gates.”
        All the baubles kept in a bronze chest
        To find it, I would have to do my best.

        Secrets to where I might find this bounty
        Were written in a poem in Santa Fe County.
        Nine clues are hidden in twenty-four lines.
        It’s not in a graveyard or in any mines.

        One must figure how warm waters halt –
        In the Rockies, maybe it’s near a fault.
        I must go down a canyon and then be bold
        If I am ever to find those jewels and gold.

        What does he mean by drawing nigh?
        Must I look low, or is it at Water High?
        And later I am to find the elusive blaze.
        How can one ever get through this maze?

        What does he mean by “Tarry Scant”,
        And an ocean is a puddle to an ant?
        How can it be at the end of a rainbow?
        This is something that I want to know.

        And what could two omega’s possibly mean?
        Can they be touched and felt or even seen?
        For fifty months I have been on this quest.
        I’m gettin’ tired, and know that I need a rest.

        Glad that it is winter, and I have time to think.
        I think I’m gettin’ closer, I say with a wink.
        Soon it will get warmer, a sure sign or spring.
        When the snow’s gone, I’m gonna find that thing.

        (Or at least that is my winter’s hope)
        If not, I will be at the end of my rope.
        It’s nice to dream of what it might mean
        To find the treasure would be really keen.

        I know it is nowhere as good as your poems Focused,
        but at least I gave it a try.

        Stay warm and SAFE My friend – Soon it will be Spring 🙂 JDA

        • JDA, The Fennories idea came from “By George” not me… but hey, I’m glad you finally gave poetry a shot… I really liked your fennories my friend… I’ve waited a long time to read something you wrote, alas, I get the chance…lol you done great my friend.. I hope it’s not your last… and yes, come on spring!!! Stay warm my friend… until next time.. see ya JDA

        • JDA,

          I smiled, laughed, and cried all the way to the end! YEAH!!! OUTSTANDING!!

          Who’s got next? I can’t dance….Thanks for the journey, JDA. It was fun read.


          Now back to American Idol…lookin for that Golden ticket ya know…

          • ByGeorge;

            Glad that you had such a response.”I smiled, laughed, and cried all the way to the end! YEAH!!! OUTSTANDING!!” I don’t often get such a response to my writings 🙂 T’anks – JDA

          • JDA,

            You’ve been here helping, guiding, and teaching. I see your words all the time…doing your best. Hard to explain, but, your poem meant the world to me.

            If you’re not part of the solution then you’re part of the problem. The solution is Indulgence in hand…Good luck to all of our solutions. Well done!


      • Great idea By George… I’ll post my Fennories poem soon k… I’m kinda busy tonight but maybe tomorrow k…
        In my poem “ Man In The Mirror “ you seen exactly what I was thinking when I wrote it ByGeorge…. sometimes my vision gets overlooked by the readers…. not this time…lol I’m glad you could see my painting my friend…
        Have a great night… until next time… see ya

        • Focused,

          Mine will take a few as well. We all have a story to tell when it comes to the Chase. Even the newcomers have FENNORIES…


      • Good i dea with that nine iron, by George! Who needs to write poetry when you can just inspire everyone else to do it.
        Sorry, I’d contribute but I’m dra wing a blank right now…

        • Quency,

          Mines coming. Either that, or it’s just breathing hard!

          I was trying to sleep a few nights ago and thought that FENNORIES was something I can relate to.

          Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep. I had to count Butterflies to get to sleep!

          Long story…


        • By George, I’m right along side you my friend. Mine were flutterbys (as Forrest would say) related to finding the TC. Talk about sleeplessness… try counting them sometime.

          • Quency,

            Believe it or not, THAT was what made me laugh in bed
            that night!!
            OMG those little guys gotta work twice as hard as their counterparts!


  76. Focused, thank you for your heartfelt words my friend. It’s those words of ageless wisdom that create the beautiful and spirited poem of a youthful life.

  77. The Joining

    From day to night, my venture,
    A long journey before me.
    From night to light, my reason,
    Together our futures will be.

    • Very good destiny’s child… your words say so much to me… thanks for sharing your thoughts with us here….. someone once said..

      “Time in thought is not wasted… etc”

      Thanks again for not wasting yours… have a great day… until next time.. see ya my friend

    • Destiny’s Child,

      Talk about keeping it simple! Those 4 lines equate to simple…SIMPLEEEEY BEAUTIFUL!!! Another smile for me. Well done.


    • Thank you for your kind comments.

      My heart tells me that a few wise words can be more effective than a whole book.


  78. Okay, I ran across this poem about 25 years ago. It hit home, so I kept it as a simple reminder. It’s called… I WISH

    I WISH

    I wish I had a telescope to scan the starry skies;
    But since I have no telescope, I’m glad I have two eyes.
    I wish I had a kitchen run by push-button commands;
    But while that kitchen’s still dream, I’m glad I have two hands.
    I wish I had a super-car to give my friends a treat;
    But ’til that new car comes along, I’m glad I have two feet.

    Two eyes to look to God above–
    Two hands to clasp in prayer —
    Two feet to carry me to Church —

    Author not known by the Editor

    • Looks like you’ve found your FENNORIE by George!
      …and probably more than some may realize.

      Hope that wish comes true!

      • Quency,

        My FENNORIES are still to come. I just wanted to share this one. But thank you for your kind words. Much appreciated.


  79. “My Fennories”

    The memories I carry,
    will live in my heart.
    Shared with family and friends,
    which began from the start.

    Read the book and then the poem,
    until I could recite it over again.
    To find myself in restless slumber.
    Hearing the poem, wanting sleep, but when?

    Studying and more studying,
    with notes stacked up high.
    Of geography, history, and of time.
    Meanings of words that caught my eye.

    Places that were traveled,
    found me in awe and with tears.
    Time standing quietly still,
    in peaceful rest for years.

    Plenty of times, I wondered if I stood,
    in the same footsteps as Mr. Fenn.
    Not worried about the treasure,
    just if he ever did and when.

    As I sit here and remember,
    a smile falls upon my face.
    Of the wonderful times I’ve had,
    to a challenge called, “The Thrill of the Chase.”

    • I really like your Fennories pdenver!!! Great job….my turn now..lol. Have a great night…. see ya my friend

    • pdenver,

      Wow. That’s a keeper! That first stanza is powerful. Talk about getting the reader’s attention! Impressive.

      pdenver, isn’t it the BEST! Your story will resonate with the masses, mine included! The wonderment of it all is mesmerizing.

      Who walked here before me? Lewis? Clark? Chief Joseph? Custer? Forrest? Of course we all want it to be FF. .but the dreams and the fantasies , man, how cool is that for second place!

      Much of my journey is in your words. Good luck to ya! Well done!


      • Thank you for your kind words, ByGeorge. I’m glad you liked it. It is nice to sit back and dream of those whose footsteps we may have stepped upon.

  80. Reading and studyin, all winter long
    Listening to whos, sing their who songs
    Soon it’ll be summer, off in the woods
    No humans in sight ,all day long

    I have a poem on paper
    Hidden in my wallet
    Got ttoc for Christmas
    Found time, read all of it.

    Haven’t memorize a thing
    Treasures, are non-fiction
    To think and reckon a verse
    I consider vexing and witchin

    B.(the double Omega letter)

    • Brian u,
      Good penning my friend… TTOTC for Christmas? It doesn’t get any better than that my friend…
      My favorite line was…
      “No humans in sight, all day long”
      Sounds like my kinda place… have a great night… see ya

    • Brian U,

      Ya made me laugh out loud! Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids! Great job! Good luck with your Chase.


  81. I-scream for dinner,
    I-scream for lunch,
    I wonder what I’ll have for Sunday’s brunch.

      • Mission accomplished !

        Something simple,
        Something sweet,
        Nothing like an ice cold treat.

        Can you tell I’m in a very creative mood?
        Just wait for my masterpiece – it’s fourth coming.
        I’m thinking some real good laughs are in order.

        Which way to the closest D-Cue?

        • Can’t wait, WWWAMERICANA! The closest one to me is a couple miles away. I sure could go for a Blizzard at about now, and certainly not one with snow either! 🙂

    • Wwwamericana,

      Blue-Bell for dinner,
      Yarn-Ell’s for lunch,
      I-scream sandwich for Sunday brunch.

      Thanks for the smile my friend…. now I gotta go get me a bowl of ice cream…. see ya

      • See how a vision in your head creates a taste in your mouth.
        Our senses are so intertwined.
        I think they are cross-circuited somehow.

        Like your words…..which create beautiful pictures in my mind.
        Keep smiling friend.

    • wwwamericana,

      Let me guess.. Let’s see,

      Vanilla + Chocolate + Strawberry = 13 – 5 = 2.SF

      Quite a diet and recipe, for disaster! You’re going to end up with a Croaker-do! That’s when your belly sticks out farther than your Croaker do!!! Just sayin.


    • Like a fish floundering on the deck of a ship, that golden symbal keeps ringing louder and louder. Aye matey… swab the deck and check out the cracks in ’em ‘ere boards too… Arghhh!

  82. “ Name Is Called” (My Fennories)

    I faced life’s greatest challenge, I returned back to my home,

    Just as the doctor ordered, I rest and did not roam.

    While surfing on the internet, for what the future holds,

    I ran across ole Forrest Fenn, and the stories of his gold.

    For adventure I was thirsty, his chase was just the cure,

    As soon as I was well enough, I’d joined his chase for sure.

    That was several years ago, seven to be exact,

    I jumped in with both feet, and never did look back.

    The chase gave me a reason, for what my life beholds,

    In search for something greater, than his fancy box of gold.

    Miles and miles I’ve traveled, many faces I have met.

    Each like a wood burned memory, that I never will forget,

    Giving up is not an option, it’s my life I’m searching for,

    Each day when I find it, I starve for even more.

    My thoughts are quite expressive,my poetry shared to all,

    My words they sometimes stumble, but I promise they won’t fall.

    My doctor seven years ago, thought rest would do me best.

    But I have to disagree, the chase beats in my chest.

    And if I never find, That box of yellow stuff,

    Then that’s ok by me, my Fennories are enough.

    The knowledge is my mountains, imagination is my streams,

    Faith’s in my sky above, my Hope lives deep in me.

    The friendships are my bonus, this chase give life to all,

    And each one I will cherish, until my name is called…..

    By: Focused

    • Ohhhhhhhh my………such a tribute.
      “And his name shall be called Wonderful.”
      There is magic in your fingers.

      • Thank you wwwamericana for such a nice comment. “The Magic lives within all of us, the illusion is how we see it”
        Thanks again, I’m glad you liked my Fennories. …. have a great night… until next time… see ya my friend…

        P.s – my bowl of ice cream was great!!!

    • I like your poem, Focused. So glad you’re chasing and proving the doctors wrong.

      • I’m glad you liked my Fennories pdenver…. yep, that makes two of us…lol I’ll be chasing until I find it, or the doc gives me a toe tag…lol
        Either way its a win win for me…t…
        Have a great night … until next time… see ya my friend

    • Focused,

      How on Earth? I swear, you could turn a hemorrhoid into a flowering bubble bath!

      This is my favorite page…The POETRY Page!
      Every word matters!

      Man, another GEM, Focused! Well done!


      • By George,
        I Almost choked on my coffee when I read your first line…lol It’s great to start my day with a smile like that… thank you….
        My Fennorie above is all truth, and a small portion of my chase…. it’s more of a “how I entered the chase” and “how I feel about the chase”…. with 36 trips under my belt, if I penned in more detail it would be a book not a poem…lol
        Have a great day today By George…. again thanks for giving me my first smile of the day….. until next time… see ya my friend

      • I agree mark, he is hard to keep up with at times. Full of wisdom, but like the hide and seek of poets!

        We get there in the end.

      • Lisa Cesari,
        The reason I write here on the poetry page is to inspire others to grab life by the horns. I have straddled the fence between life and death, I coded 3 times and was given 24 hours to live by the doctors. I know all to well how short our time may be, that’s why I try to inspire others to make each day a home run in this game of life….
        Knowing that my words inspire you, puts a warm feeling in my heart and I feel as though I’ve succeeded at the plate….
        Thank you for the pic, those words are perfect… exactly how I view life….. everything happens for a reason…..
        Your welcome my friend…. until next time… see ya Lisa Cesari….

    • As always, Beautiful Focus.

      Sea-son-al Ways

      Across the valley another path weaves
      Across the path a blaze of Autumn’s leaves
      The aftermath of summer breaths
      Life into our eyes; too soon for wreaths.

      • 4rest4fend,
        Thanks my friend…. I loved reading your words… such a deep meaning in so few words… loved it!
        Have a great day… until next time… see ya

    • Again, beautiful words created by a beautiful soul. Thanks for sharing your magic. Stay warm and SAFE my friend – JDA

      • Your welcome JDA… your words mean a lot, coming from a long time buddy as yourself… 🙂 you keep your fire going too my friend… until next time… see ya

  83. BOTG in Yellowstone:

    As my boots hit the ground in Yellowstone
    I know the treasure is lying in wait
    My path will lead me off trail and alone
    Yet I’m sure the treasure is aware of it’s fate

    As I hike past skulls and bone
    With pepper spray in hand
    I wonder if the bears know I’m alone
    Still I know that treasure will be grand

    It is still out there you see
    A bronze chest with shiny gold
    There isn’t a searcher that doesn’t agree
    The treasure is only meant for the bold

    So I maneuver past hot springs in search of a blaze
    But where is this Brown that I must find
    Maybe I walked past the treasure in a haze
    Am I lead searcher, or am I behind?

    Treasure or not, I’ve found my home
    I live to be in the mountains and nature
    In my favorite place called Yellowstone
    And next time I’m there I’ll find the treasure, I’m sure

    • I like your poem, Aaron. Yellowstone is such a beautiful place to witness its splendor.

        • I concur, Aaron. My family tries to go every year. First time I was there, my husband rented a cabin for he and I at the Yellow Hotel. When we arrived, there was a huge bison lying in front of our cabin. Needless to say, we did a little sightseeing before checking in. We camp now, and we’ve been going ever since our youngest daughter was three years old; she’s now twenty-one. The family has gotten larger and now the grandkids join us with our children. The greatest times.

          • Nice, funny story about the bison. This year will be the first time my family and I have camped there. Our youngest didn’t like the hiking much at first, especially off trail. He’s used to it now though 🙂

          • That’s great news, Aaron! I hope you and your family have a wonderful time this year. 🙂

    • Aaron,
      Yellowstone is a magical place…. very good penning my friend, I could see it all….
      Have a great day… see ya

    • Aaron,

      I’m with ya! Bear spray! Mosquito spray! Fleeing Tick spray! Hare spray! Pepper spray!
      Heck, sometimes ifn I’m in some deep scat, I’ll pull out the mace and blast myself! Ain’t no Griz gonna mess with Ole Amos! True dat!

      I enjoyed your BOTG. Good luck with your Chase.


      • Thanks ByGeorge, you’re right about all of the spray’s. I should have at least included mosquito spray in the poem. So far mosquito’s have been more dangerous to me than bears.

  84. I have been enjoying this poetry page and thought I would add my own little rhyme time. So here goes, be gentle 🙂

    Forrest speaks of not needing knowledge advanced,
    For the chance to take his treasure chest home.
    The thing we must do, as soon as we can,
    Is get a good map and marry the poem.

    We all must find, where warm waters halt
    Then take it in the canyon down.
    So simple it seems, yet 10 years later,
    New matching locations are still being found.

    After decoding the clues one and two,
    We ran right past the clues two through eight.
    We lowered our odds of finding the chest
    and missed the chance to tempt our fate.

    Forrest had loads of life long adventures,
    So we must start solving like his genius does.
    Thinking outside of the box ain’t enough,
    We have to calm down and get rid of the buzz.

    Whomever shall findeth his famous Indulgence
    Employs imagination and also some logic.
    Our minds must envision new thoughts just like Forrest’s
    So sit back and relax and just practice your Yogic.

    In dogged pursuit of the clues to this quest,
    Most of the time we all don’t agree.
    But when there’s quiescence, the clues take a break,
    We then all agree it’s the journey we see.

    Let’s all drink in our adventures fair views,
    One major aim of this fabulous trip.
    To get off our butts, be boots on the ground
    And grab hold and delight in life’s mighty grip.

    We might not discern all the words that he’s using
    But that seems to be making this search a fun race.
    How else can we find his precious Indulgence
    If we don’t embrace the thrill of the chase.

    • MilciTX….
      It’s nice to hear that your enjoying the poetry page and decided to chime in with us here… I really, really liked your poem. I don’t know if it’s your first poem or not, but wether it’s your first or 100th it was great…. it just needs a title… humm…. I’ll take a stab at a title, let’s see… how about “ The Thrills Embrace” ?
      Maybe others can chime in with their suggestions for a title to your poem and you can choose one?
      Thanks again for penning your words for all of us to enjoy…. have a great night…. until next time… see ya my friend

      • Focused,

        I will play along!

        life’s mighty grip
        Dogged pursuit of Yogic

        Hey, Focused… maybe it is titled already? Maybe we should use our imagination?

        No title = A Mystery?


        • By George,
          I like the imagination thing…. mystery? Sound fitting for the chase…lol

          Yours sure beat the heck outta mine…lol have a great night… see ya my friend

          • Focused,
            I really like your title but ByGeorge hit the nail on the head. thanks to you both for your kind words.


  85. MilciTX,

    Thanks for chiming in. That’s a keeper! New thoughts like Forrest? All I can say is, while I am grounded here on terra firma, Forrest is somewhere out there, warp 10, passing the speed of Buzz Lightyear.

    Good luck to you! And thank you for your words. Hopefully you will inspire others to share.


  86. I have noticed the past year the poetry page has become a more popular place to hang out and share thoughts and poetry. I see more and more people chiming in more than in the years past. Personally, before I joined the chase, I had never written a poem in my life, then I got the nerve up to try one and here I am 7 years later still penning. So if your straddling the fence on wether to try your hand in poetry, I say, go for it…. you may have a hidden talent waiting to emerge….
    I want to say “THANK YOU” to everyone (to many to name personally) who have shared their thoughts, words and comments here since “Poetry Page I”….
    Isn’t it amazing how Forrest has inspired so many lives? I know he has mine!!!
    My hats off to him… if you read this Forrest, thank you for the adventures And the new paths that I’ve taken in the chase… also, Thank you Dal for giving us this place to express ourselves. For me, Without the poetry page, I have no doubt I would have never picked up a pen….
    Ok, I’m off my soapbox now…lol I just like to give credit where credit is due!!!!!
    Have a great night everyone and keep penning…….. until next time… see ya my friends

    • Focused,

      I agree. Dal runs a great blog and is obviously a true friend of Mr Inspiration, FF.

      I tip my hat as well. Nothing I’d like more than to have someone end this magical journey. It would be nice to see Dal and the others get the recognition they deserve!

      A few more scribbles and an edit or 2 and my FENNORIES will be ready for viewing. Who’s sign needs fixed? Will do.


      • ByGeorge,
        I agree, you said above “nothing I like more than to have someone end this magical journey “ …. tell ya what.. I’ll try my best to end this magical journey this summer… just for you…heck, what are friends for? ..lol
        I’m looking forward to your Fennorie… my friend… can’t wait… until next time… see ya

  87. Words of Wisdom from a Mannequin!

    Summons my crystal 2 C what I can Sea.

    Where, were, Oh! Ware, is that Blaze
    It’s starting to appear threw the Haze.

    Three shells and a pea, and Hide -n- Go Seek
    Watch what I do, I’m about to speak.

    Broken pieces form a hole,
    there it lye on pine, or pole.

    If noon is high, Is Midnight low?
    Up and down it does flow!

    Broadway play, full of props
    Where does it go when the curtain drops?

    Does time repeat itself, or gone forever
    that’s defined by your endeavor.

    All of you. Such a Pleasure
    Certain of 1 thing, you are the Treasure.

    Heck! For the office I must run,
    just to get back to where I started from.

      • Glad you liked it. I find a lot of the poems quite interesting. You just never know who’s on the other end doing the penning, or what it is they are trying to say. The weekend is nigh, all the best!

    • Thanks for the smile Chas David…good job… keep up your penning my friend, smiles are contagious!
      Have a great night… until next time… see ya

  88. Thought I’d contribute once more alongside the outstanding poetry on this site. Though this addition may be only a dream, if not for those dreams, where could memories truly be found?

    by Quency

    That day I remember when our ship first set sail
    The seas they were a-churnin’ with mighty ol’ gales

    A rumor was heard only hours before
    of a fortune that was hidden far from the shore

    Stuffed with gold and sweet gems, it was a whale of a prize
    My interest was stole with dream-glazed-filled eyes

    That treasure was placed deep within the sea’s vault
    By a pirate named Fenn, some awnry ol’ salt

    We weren’t quite sure where that chest, it could be
    Twas left with nine clues amidst the seven seas

    I too hitched a ride to find that-there gold
    While keeping its secret, nary telling a sole

    I hadn’t a clue of those pirate clad tales
    I just stowed away to see that gold bail

    The captain set course on that wintry blown sea
    With the toughest of crew, and then there was me

    Concealed below deck, I was hidden from all
    And nary did surface when those ranks were called

    Days turned to months, and months to tears
    Even the seasons knew not the year

    Then the crew found me while cleaning one day
    “The plank!”, they all yelled. “Make that man pay!”

    The captain was furious, but lo not at me
    He still sought the treasure, “Arghh, where can she be?!”

    Turning to me with map clenched in hand
    “Tell me where she lie and I’ll spare you, my lad!”

    Like a floundering fish I attacked that darn poem
    With nary a hope of bringing it home

    So he sent me upon a very long plank
    To meet my fate as my heart sank

    A voice then cried out, “Ahoy, there she floats!”
    And then I too saw it on a very small boat

    The treasure, she drifted on a peaceful calm sea
    But sweeter than that, she was right next to me

    I ran to the end of that planks deathly end…
    I reached down below, just waiting for when…

    I pulled the raft near, grabbed that gold chest,
    Stretching, I embraced it… in my hands, it did rest

    My life would be spared if I could just bring her home
    The sailors, in harmony, like the ship, they did moan

    Then without warning the waves thrashed and crashed
    There was something below, and it seemed… oh quite brash!

    As the tempest arose, I saw its blue eyes
    Fierce as all heck, Moby Dick, the surprise

    Though the treasure was clasped like the strength of no man
    That whale took ahold, aiming straight for my hands

    Turbulent seas, swirling swift, took her down
    Away, it was gone, and into the whale’s mouth

    Though this tale may seem over… it’s really quite not
    It’s just beginning, believe it or not

    I still grasp that chest with the whale down below
    Refuse to give up, refuse to let go

    Though the treasure seems lost from others… you see
    I’m fused to those waves, that fierce whale… that big dream

      • Thanks, pdenver!
        I got some early spring treasure hunting in and that’s what inspired the poem. No luck though. That whale has swallowed that treasure good!

    • Wow! What a voyage… I could see it all my friend, your words painted a perfect picture…
      I think I’m gonna trade in my motorcycle and buy me a boat… it’s time to go whaling my friend, wanna go?
      I promise to let you drive…lol
      Great penning Quency, I really liked this one… keep it up….
      Have a great night… until next time.. see ya

      • Focused. I’m “stuck” on a whale right now, but tell me the directions. When I swing by, you grab the treasure. I’ll let you keep it, I just want off this whale! lol

        • I’ll be there in 10 Quency… I’ll help ya out… the treasure can wait…lol
          Oh, I see ya my friend…

      • Focused. I was looking for you at ten but my friend Thor showed up and he had some ideas. We nicknamed him Thor because of his feathered back hair. You didn’t miss anything though… we didn’t find anything.

        A penny for your thoughts on where to go next… Alright, make that a dime for inflation.

  89. Hey folks!
    Well, I haven’t been here in quite a while
    but talking a lot has never been my style unless you count my blog year 2
    when I won a hoodie
    Spallies and Seeker did too
    That was back in 2015
    And since that time
    My dwindling presence was seen.
    Now here I am, at the start of year seven,
    I hear that is a perfect number
    but for me ….as the time passes
    I simply feel Dumberer (heheheh)

    Well that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
    I’ll leave the Poetry to the ones with wit!

    Oh, I may pop back in
    now and again
    but I’m running a race that I hope to win!

    Thanks for listening, just messing around! Have a great day all! Spring is a springing!

    • Hello Jdiggins. I have missed your presence on Dal’s blog. I believe you to possess something special in the chase. Your posts found me in deep thought plenty of times. Keep running and don’t look back because it’ll only slow you up. Good luck.

    • Hell jdiggins, I choked on my coffee…lol I didn’t expect to see you here today…lol
      Hey, this is my 7th year too my friend… geez how time fly’s….lol it’s great to hear from ya, the old days are just a memory now..lol take care my friend… until next time… see ya

  90. Jdiggins
    I myself have not been on here for a long time also
    nice to see you back
    I read this page all the time
    maybe cuz I feel a little dumberer too.

    • Hello Zenden!!! This must be my lucky day, first jdiggins and now you….. I’m gonna king to buy a lotto ticket…. who says lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice? I hope your doing well my friend… have a great night… until next time… see ya Zenden

      • Focused
        I am doing well .
        when you win the lottery
        everyone can camp out at your place for the next fennboree


  91. I long to pen some poems but struggling for time and not sure why my email addresses fail to upload messages to the site. Many a brave message seemed to have just spirited away. This is my 4th email address. Maybe I just need to listen and not speak, like my wife tells me. Its OK, I am a lonely soul anyway! Only makes “old” me dwell on safety for my trek; I will throw a dove into the air and hope it brings me peace!

    • Ate Logo,
      Sorry to hear your having problems getting your words here… I don’t know if it’s the same as you, but sometimes when I copy and paste a poem from notes to the comment box the comment box doesn’t show it (it’s just blank)… but if I go ahead and click the “post comment “ button and send the “blank” message it usually appears on the blog just as I copied and pasted…. you may try that.. if your copying and pasting to the comment section…. k
      I hope that helps ya… until next time… see ya my friend

  92. Your words have inspired me, so here’s another.

    The Thrill’s Promenade

    Chase retrograde
    Dues unpaid
    Deploy rotor blade
    Danger outweighed
    Prudence disobeyed
    Gorgeous Cascade
    Headstone assayed
    Message conveyed
    Debt repaid

    Thrill antegrade
    Gold crusade
    Poem relayed
    Map portrayed
    Clues weighed
    Perceptions pervade
    Need some aid
    Not man-made
    Map & poem overlaid

    Plans laid
    Emotion downplayed
    Weather displayed
    Tried to dissuade
    Chase delayed
    Somewhat dismayed
    Sunshine stayed
    Family swayed
    Dates okayed
    Money paid
    Goodbyes bade
    First escapade

    In a glade
    Boots strayed
    Trail mislaid
    Cub afraid
    Rules obeyed
    Feet stayed
    Be unafraid
    Phony charade
    Bear sprayed
    Loudly prayed
    Emotions frayed
    Hair grayed
    Nearly needed medical aid

    Morning Promenade
    Wearing eye-shade
    Footprints made
    Need to wade
    Energy degrade
    Sandwich homemade
    Drink Gatorade
    Above the grade
    Mountains arrayed
    Blaze surveyed
    Daylight fade
    Shouldn’t’ve stayed
    Skin unsprayed
    Need band-aid
    Solution abrade
    Seemed tailor made
    Another masquerade
    Make lemonade

    Been a decade
    Solve remade
    Work evade
    Must persuade
    Mind allayed
    New escapade
    Truck purveyed
    Use a spade
    Well played
    Got it made
    In the shade
    Smile they’d
    Horse trade
    Bracelet inlaid
    Laughter serenade
    Indulgence parade
    Enough said!


  93. Universal Poetry by IveFlownHome

    Is there poetry in the universe that only some can hear?
    Do the recipients embrace it or listen with fear?
    Is it loud and nonstop or quietly played?
    Is it angels or demons with fingers on fade?

    If quiet and still does the signal get clear?
    Is it carried by wind or water or air?
    If you run fast does the poetry near?
    Is it only heard by the ones who dare?

    A universal thread of golden words does it weave?
    When you are sleeping eyes closed its seed does it leave?
    Do the words of each verse make a sound as they fall?
    Are the words really messages written on walls?

    Wherever it comes from the words I can hear.
    At times they are clouded and often are clear.
    I believe the words are my ancestors cries.
    To let me know they will never say goodbye.

    PS – yesterday my sister V’s mamma cat had five beautiful kittens. The date of their birth, that there are five, and that the last born is the runt who will have to fight hard to survive – a full pound less than the others – is universal poetry in my life. My daughter has named him Tofu. Little Tofu – who is 2.5 ounces – will fit like he was meant to be in my little family.

    • I enjoyed your poem, IveFlownHome. Although tiny, Tofu has touched you and your family’s heart. Mine, too.

    • IveFlownHome,
      Great job penning my friend… your poetry engages thought and deep in thought, the journeys are endless….. thank you for your words… until next time… see ya

      • Thank you both, PDenver and Focused. I appreciate your kind words. Believe it or not, they are rare IME.

        Sadly, Little Tofu didn’t make it through the night. He was just too tiny and the universe had other plans for him. An angel heart is freed. RIP Tofu.

  94. Gonna; A Treasured Journey

    Gonna take this ole body even though it’s worn
    Gonna help my life along is what’s been sworn
    Gonna see my country the place where I was born
    Gonna free those vows from redemption and scorn

    Gonna drive soon from my home on the coast
    Gonna feel that bronze to all I’m gonna boast
    Gonna have an idea where to park my Winnebago
    Gonna run real fast to that place where they go

    Gonna find his heart amongst the hidden wilderness
    Gonna befriend his thoughts and outsmart his stealthiness
    Gonna find his Treasure so I don’t die penniless
    Gonna hawk his fortune and ask for forgiveness

    Gonna float to the Rockies we’ll get some fun
    Gonna bring a rod and reel to hook that big one
    Gonna start a fire and roast that fish very nicely
    Gonna view that outdoor church and give precisely

    Gonna seek my shepherd and try not to want
    Gonna lie down in green pastures and you I’ll taunt
    Gonna lead you all beside all the warm waters
    Gonna restore my soul in all sons and daughters

    Gonna live till tomorrow and make it through today
    Gonna wanna live forever but they ignore my pray
    Gonna create a Journey that’s gosh darn long
    Gonna grasp the gold will take someone strong

    Gonna walk through the valley of the shadow
    Gonna fear no evil from Montana to Colorado
    Gonna sweep that canyon wide and narrow
    Gonna blaze that trail where only he can know

    Gonna travel to that place way out west
    Gonna be known as the one who’s best
    Gonna pass the days that brought you there
    Gonna yelp are some that it’s just not fair

    Gonna soar my spirit through good ole Missouri
    Gonna go on and on way past Kansas City
    Gonna stop in a ghost town to take on its pity
    Gonna drive straight thru so I won’t look pretty 🙂

    Gonna use our set of outdoor skills
    Gonna find that gold in them thar hills
    Gonna run around so many places
    Gonna stockpile thrills from our chases

    Gonna outrun that Griz lookin like King Kong
    Gonna stumble around like Cheech and Chong
    Gonna bring closure to that lonely secret place
    Gonna reckon we’re all tryin to win the race. 🙂

    Pauley T

    • PauleyT,
      Well I’m “gonna” venture to say that you my friend are living the thrill….my road trips to do BOTG have always been part of the thrill, minus a few setbacks along the way….lol thank you for sharing your words.. I liked them..
      Have a good day… see ya

  95. Once was a little porcupine
    With ready quills so sharp
    It tore apart the fabric
    Of this story, space, and time

    • Beaverton,
      This is for you my friend…

      There once was a little beaver,
      His tail so flat and wide.
      His day’s done on the river,
      Now alone, he rests inside.

      Have a great day today and remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it….. thank you for sharing here on the poetry page…. until next time… see ya

  96. Thunderose? In prose? Morose.

    If we could grasp the difference
    Of person X and person Why
    And carefully all chart it
    Like places on a map

    Would we find it
    too far to walk ?

    And if we found a blaze,
    we be in the same place?

    … I n a small world of big egos
    I t’s hard to be anonymous
    I f we’re almost synonymous !

    • Should it be
      that X and why make sleep?
      ‘Cause if she’s lonely
      I too can see…

      And if sleep is past why
      to the place that I fly
      My friend, my oh my
      Seems 2 hard 2 drive.


    Driving alone, to my spot, still a ways to go,
    Hoping I can find it, then go Si New Mexico.
    Like a little kid, I gaze upon a cloud,
    Man that looks like Forrest Gump, I have to laugh out loud.

    Visions of the past, scattered across our sacred lands,
    Mysteries and ruins, sprinkled gently, beyond times hands.
    Suddenly, they appear, rising up, Brave and Bold,
    Purple mountains majesty, white tipped, within the cold.

    Over there, upon that ridge, once stood a horse with scout,
    Painted was the warriors face, to keep the pale face out.
    Looky there, Blazing Bold, upon the grass so green,
    Cody stands in Paradise, beneath the mountain stream.

    Crazy Horse, ride on Kimo Sabe, up with the spirits free,
    Sundance ’round the fire of life, speak of what you see.
    Custer rode in on a horse, Mel Brooks with Blazing Saddles,
    But up that creek, Holy crap, where’d I leave my paddles?

    Mysteries, mystories, ghost towns with Totems blue,
    Owls are wise, and pretty cute, Forrest so Arrr you!
    Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I dovetail where you are,
    Way up here, over there, slide down a bit, but not too far.

    On my back, soaring high above, an Eagle full-circles in blue,
    Well bless Bess, you lucky dog, Forrest has flown with you.
    What a place, amazing grace, grazing in the sun,
    This picture the Forrest has painted, good God, you’re number ONE!

    The Ace can be a Joker, but let me tell ya Jack,
    Forrest is King, Peggy is Queen, an they have each others back
    Peggy threw the Parkay, we see-saw the Butter-fly,
    Forrest on his backwards bike, watched it Flutterby.

    So hear me all and listen good, said the silver Fox,
    go ahead you fool, E-Mail Fenn, Pandora has a BOX!
    Forrest has set the table, come hear the wise man speak,
    Ya gotta believe, in love and hope, Indulgence, yes we seek.


      • RonnyLee,

        Thanks! I’ve seen your work. I tip my hat! Your W-Easles look amazing.

        Good luck to you.


      • wwwamericana,

        Thanks! It was an easy penning. Namaste, is a word I use to describe….great song!

        Good luck to you!


      • 4rest4fend,

        Thanks! The penning was much easier than the journey.

        Good luck to you!


      • pdenver,

        Thanks! It’s been fun. Y’all kick some butt in here!

        Good luck to you!


    • Ok ByGeorge, I think you’ve been holding back on us…lol That was great!!! You have now set your own bar, pretty high too I might add… now I’m really looking forward to your future words. Again, great penning my friend, I really liked your Fennorie…. have a great night my friend… until next time… see ya

      • Focused,

        Thanks! It’s about time that bar got raised…my limbo classes are paying off!

        Good luck Focused!


      • Brian u ,

        Thank you! I can blame that one on Forrest…haha!

        Good luck to you!


  98. What an amazing amalgamation of nature and modern entertainment. From eagles to Brooks, and mountains to poker. Very fun read. Thank you ByGeorge!

    • Moody C,

      Thank you! My Grandpa Bonnell would always say “Well bless Bess” …so I rang his bell.
      My father’s name is Melvin so I dinged him as well. But really, this is what I’ve seen so it was an easy visual for me.

      Good luck to you!


  99. “An Eagles Cry”

    We gaze across the valley, they’re mounted side by side,

    Strangers in our homeland, We will not run and hide.

    Upon our painted ponies, we bravely sit the same,

    Waiting for the moment, we hear their first shot ring.

    We’re at a disadvantage, the morning sun is low,

    Rising back behind them, in our eyes the morning glow.

    The tension it was rising, no sounds are heard at all,

    Then suddenly it was broken, a screech, an eagles call.

    A message from the heavens, great spirit in the sky,

    “ Fight for your Native lands, for freedom proudly die”.

    Behind our painted ponies, our homes of tanned deer hides.

    We hear a newborn baby, momma couldn’t stop her cry.

    We hear their trumpet blow, all rifles raised at us,

    Behind the strangers ponies, clouds of valley dust.

    We too take off like lightning, into the valley wide,

    Chanting on our ponies, we’ll reach the other side.

    We met down in the valley, their shots like thunder rang,

    Our battle it was here, our arrows flew the same.

    The strangers fell in numbers, with arrows in their breast,

    We too had warriors fall, with holes within their chest.

    The battle briefly lasted, the strangers turned and run,

    Back into the glow, of the early morning sun.

    We rode back to our village and as we rode inside,

    Some women they were happy, while others knelt and cried.

    This morning we were tested, we bravely stood our ground,

    Some warriors left in spirit, while others stayed around.

    I gazed off in the valley, I ask the reason, why?

    Again the mighty spirit, answered with an eagles cry……

    By: Focused

    • Focused………
      I hear the cry of eagles, deep within your soul;
      Your words like wings, I see them, and to the sky take flight.

      • Beautifully said wwwamericana….. thank you very much for such kind words….I’m glad you liked my words… have a great night…. see ya my friend

    • great poem Nikan – somehow you manage a whole story and a hundred images by merely uttering a few words

      LIKED!! 🙂

      • Thanks Nikan, I’m glad you could hear their story and see their images through my mere words… I’m glad you liked it…. it’s good to hear from ya….. take care…. until next time… see ya

    • Focused,

      Really? SMH…You remind me of the “Road Runner”!
      BeepBeep! There goes Focused!

      The talent in here is awesome! It’s like a little taste of heaven. No arguing, no hate…just creative beauty from caring souls. Lifter-uppers! (Insert Joke).

      Your battle was felt….WOW!!
      The chanting, yips and yipes, adrenalin pumping, lightning fast ponies, fearless warriors!

      When Forrest hit us with that barrage of SB’s, it felt like the drums were pounding, faster and faster with purpose! Was it the beat of the Drum? Don’t know, but it was intense!

      Thanks for the BeepBeep!


      • I’m glad you liked it too ByGeorge… your right, here it’s more of a relaxing page, there is no room on the poetry page for hate and negativity… it’s a great bunch of people that hang out around here…..
        Seeing and feeling the words through imagination, kinda shows some of the hardships Natives faced during those times…
        Have a great day ByGeorge….. until next time… BEEP ! BEEP !

  100. Focused, if words could ever breathe, they would certainly find life in your poem.
    Amazing, my friend!

    • Quency,
      Thanks, in a way my words do breath. Anyone who has followed my penning over the years, I’m sure have noticed that I’ll,Pen about anything, but I have penned a lot about history…. especially the Native Indians who lived here long before us. I’ve penned about paintings from great artists such as Thomas Moran etc… also private Martian A Treptow, during WWI, Bonnie and Clyde and others like Chief Joeseph, Sitting Bull etc… So in a way my words do breath, or have breathed I might say…. for some reason I’m drawn to the past… maybe I over do it sometimes… lol
      I’m glad you liked my poem my friend… have a great night…. until next time… see ya

  101. This Chase adventure is a sturdy vessel
    Transports our spirits to a richer realm
    The thrill is real like leap from trestle
    Our feats first jump ’cause Major’s at the helm.

    Voyages begin from some port
    And “mark twain” a welcome sounder
    How deep we feel a guns report
    And the words of a foundry’s founder.

    The waters we sail do vary,
    Some cold some warm, some caress some pound her
    Stout hearted folks she will carry
    Safely onward, she will not founder.

  102. This Chase adventure is a sturdy vessel
    Transports our spirits to a richer realm
    The thrill is real like leap from trestle
    Our feats first jump ’cause Major’s at the helm.

    Voyages begin from some port
    And “mark twain” a welcome sounder
    How deep we feel a guns report
    And the words of a foundry’s founder.

    The waters we sail do vary,
    Some cold some warm, some caress some pound her
    Stout hearted folks she will carry
    Safely onward, she will not founder.

    • WOW! 4rest4fend, no I take that back… “Double WOW!”…. I really liked that one my friend, I like the line “ The waters we sail do vary”… that describes the chase in each of us….
      thank you for sharing your penning with us…. well done!
      Until next time… see ya my friend

    • 4rest4fend,

      I read this an hour or so ago and had to come back. Sure enough, I get it. Nice! You took me out there! And then you dropped me off, at a foundry! LOL!

      Like Focused said, WOW!! Two thumbs up for the journey! Well done. Thanks.


  103. I wrote a poem called “Feortan”, but it just might stink…….. 🙂

    Here it is,

    It happens when I least expect it
    I guess it’s gotta go for an exit
    But what’s with that funky smell
    I’d imagine that’s the aroma in hell

    Sometimes it happens while underwater
    That bubble will surface betcha a quarter
    Surely that bubble will float away
    Not to pop in my face I hope and pray! 🙂

    Pauley T

    • Pauley T,

      LMAO! Short and hopefully not near the point!

      Another smile and a bellybutton laugh! Thanks!


    • Pauley T,
      Thanks for starting my day with a smile.. 🙂 Your poem reminded me of a time here on this poetry page when Jdiggins said to me .. “ Focused, If you wrote about a flatulent wind it would be poetry”… so I wrote one…just for her…lol
      Thanks again….. until next time… see ya

    • Careful now, better give that matter a wide berth.
      Not all soil is from the earth
      Best be treading on solid ground
      Even a phunster can be drowned.

  104. Woke up, ‘nother of those …
    Bip was writing his foreword :
    “Always follow your nose
    And you’ll keep moving forward”

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