Poetry Page XIX…


The chase certainly has inspired some great poetry…

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

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

Second page is HERE

Third page is HERE

Fourth page is HERE

Fifth Page is HERE

Sixth Page is HERE

Seventh Page is HERE

Eighth Page is HERE

Ninth Page is HERE

Tenth Page is HERE

Eleventh Page is HERE

Twelfth Page is HERE

Thirteenth Page is HERE

Fourteenth Page is HERE

Fifteenth Page is HERE

Sixteenth Page is HERE

Seventeenth Page is HERE

Eighteenth Page is HERE



398 thoughts on “Poetry Page XIX…

  1. Every Saint is a sinner
    But not all sinners are saints.

    Some need God
    Some don’t ‘druther—
    To hell with the one
    That takes from the other.

  2. I was at Boothill cemetery in Tombstone last week. I visited a grave that kind of changed my life a little bit when I first saw it. The Epitaph is poetic (staying on topic). It wasn’t Clanton or McLaury. It was a simple statement that I think FF would approve of:

    Remember ME
    For as you are, I once was
    And as I am, you soon shall be
    Remember ME

    • Death for me has never been the end
      Only a memory of were I’ve been
      A blurred story of
      And the ultimate sacrafice

      Till this is carved in stone
      I’ll continue until I’m called back home

      Till we meet again
      Take er’ easy ol’ friend

      The traveller

  3. Hand tied on quality line, or plain ol store bought.
    Six to nine trout lines tied up in a knot.
    City slickers, Bottom feeders, trespassers too…
    I’m a searchin for Fenn’s treasure, who the heck are you?

  4. “Lost it”

    Today, I lost something that matters,
    I was too angry to notice it gone.
    Today, my heart was in tatters,
    My fears had already won.

    Tomorrow, I will go looking for what was lost,
    Because my heart will own the wrong.
    Tomorrow, the register will add up the cost,
    My tears will fall for no one.

  5. @ZoetheCat,

    If you have the chance, Visit Montana’s Boothill in Virginia City…Madison River country just over the hill from Ennis lies a terrific, historic gold boom town with its own Boothill Cemetery. Some interesting headstones to see.

  6. To The Gold

    As you have not come with others out there
    and without your garbage, cautious
    you can’t give your knowledge there
    or obscure the impoverished future

    End it where cold water starts
    you took it on the ridge up
    very far, but you can walk
    taken out above the violet wild

    to here, it’s a place for the outgoing
    the start is never drawing near
    you can paddle, but no creek
    there’s no loads, just water low

    If you’ve been lucky and lost the blaze
    look up, your trek begins
    but wait around a while without wondered stare
    just leave the chest and come in war

    So why isn’t it that you don’t have to stay
    and take the trove for me to lose
    the questions I still don’t know
    I haven’t done it, I’m wide awake and strong

    So don’t listen to anyone, and ignore them bad
    their efforts won’t be worth the heat
    if you are afraid and out in a clearing
    you take me nameless from the lead

  7. Thanks, Dal. I had one more to add:

    Song of the Lead Searcher
    If there is a lead searcher, this could be her song,

    Maybe Next Time . . .

    I am the lead searcher who has solved the 9 clues.
    This is how it feels to be in my shoes.
    I am the one who has seen the blaze,
    But am still working on navigating the maze.

    This quest is even harder than it seems,
    Especially when my partner changes teams.
    Forrest sometimes refers to me as Thunderose,
    Because I am the one who truly knows.

    He has also named me the Wolverine
    Because of the place I have been.
    I just need a little more time,
    And soon the treasure will be mine.

    But I am very willing to share,
    I think that is only fair.
    So you will find me among the throng
    Who often berate me as being wrong.

    Now the spot is no longer a complete mystery,
    It has an long and awesome history,
    But access to the chest remains an enigma
    Which has resulted in a bit of stigma.

    Many out there call me tired, weak and lame,
    And my very existence seek to shame.
    But I know I am on the right track,
    And I do not plan on turning back.

  8. One correction I would make to the poem,

    I am the searcher who has solved 8 clues

    In light of what Forrest has expressed in the scrapbooks, I believe until you actually get to the blaze and look down, you have not solved the 9th clue. So this should read, as above.

  9. I gazed with longing
    Down a road
    That in the distance
    Met the sky

    Converging lines that
    Joined as one and
    Just beyond
    A hinted promise lie

    But as I moved
    It ever seamed
    To slip away
    Like the sound of a distant bell

    Beyond the next hill and
    Over the dell
    I know it leads to

    By RonnyLee

  10. Up the creek with a paddle in hand
    Used more as a crutch on uneven land

    Seeking the blaze as it ever draws nigh
    Wishing I saw it, but must have walked by

    My thoughts are logical, my solve is sound
    I sure hate waitin to put boots on the ground

    Warm water halts in so many a place
    No wonder there’s thousands still stuck on the Chase

    I’ve been through the wood, with water high and cold
    Now wishin for warm weather, so I can go look for the gold

    I think Forrest will be happy when the chest finally is found
    It’s gotta be near his favorite stompin ground.

  11. So many talented faces
    penning poetic thoughts & phrases.
    Which of you creative Aces
    will solve to all the correct places?
    Moving your brains through the paces;
    logically traveling through his maze,
    Remember that in Fenn’s chase
    It’s Imagination that may win the race.

    Note: the poetry I read here is outstanding. You really are creative geniuses. Mine is just a feeble attempt to clear out brain fog.

      • @pdenver, 😉 thanks
        My brain doesn’t naturally think in poem or prose. I really appreciate the stellar poetry of talented folks here.

        I’m also hoping they shift gears and apply their genius to solving the poem. It would be nice to cheer someone across the finish line. Right?

        Enjoy your evening. I’m still in staycation. More stay than cation waiting to be clear of corona.

        • You’re welcome, 42. Sometimes penning gives the mind a chance to take a moment’s break from heavy thinking of the clues. With good imagination and thinking the right things, it would be nice to cheer out loud. The Poetry Page artists are balancing their time between here and the poem. I hope everything turns out great and everyone is clear from the virus. Please keep us informed.

      • Jdiggins, I enjoyed that you, like me, also thought focused was Forrest until you met focused in person:-)

        I’m guessing that 4rest4fend is indeed Forrest Fenn.
        The quality of poetry, style, and content all point to our friend Forrest Fenn.

  12. Meet me on the other side
    Of midnight
    And in my dreams you’ll be
    We’ll walk together
    Hand in hand
    On our way
    To the promised land
    Meet me on the other side
    Of midnight
    And you’ll see just who I am
    You’ll see my thoughts
    And some memories
    We’ll live our dreams
    Without our worries
    On the other side
    Of midnight

    1993 j.

      • I agree Nikan, jdiggins done great one this one… I’ve done my version of “ the other side of midnight” down below….. just for you !! It’s no comparison to jdiggins, but you challenged me and I tried…lol
        Have a great day today Nikan…. until next time.. see ya

    • The sidelines are fine
      for those who like the scent of lime.
      But players can only rest
      As long as there is no quest.

      A timeout is often needed
      Even the brave’s energy can be depleted.
      And though life may throw us a wrench
      Only striving can a heart on fire quench.

      Well-come-back; and go forth.

      Have fun, be well, be safe. good luck.

  13. Wonderland
    Once was born a merry dreary man
    Set alone on wild pasture land
    Raised to work with tender fervent hands
    He grew and grew to very dreary man

    With strife and guile and toil in the sand
    He fought and taught and made a final stand
    For others, for many, for those that would be grand
    A better world, for all across the span

    He lost and won and carried out a plan
    He lived and died. His memories still withstand
    Wrote down and told and shared it with his friends
    A simple truth. Forgive. His only command

    Now they work,with ever helping hands
    World of peace. A new type of brand
    Acceptance from dammed to His left hand
    And now lives many merry man

  14. When I remember me
    I remember she
    And I remember he
    After work She was forced into a car
    When he found out she wasn’t took far
    He and me showed up in the truck
    He said wait right here he won’t be long
    Then two loud bangs rang like a gong
    The sun started to go down
    And I was ready to leave that town
    So I went to see
    What I found was my dying family
    He said she jumped in front of the first
    Then he was hit by the next
    She passed first he waited till he seen me at last
    He said he yelled for me after the blast
    The words he told me would be his last
    He said I took to long but it was ok they loved me all the same
    I looked him in the eye for the last time
    Before he said to leave so I didn’t see him die
    As I walked out the door ..tear in my eyes empty in my heart the echo in my ears I love you son …and my final I love you Dad .
    From we to me and a sister I never get to see
    And a grandfather that said his line ended that day I couldn’t stay .
    What happened to the rapist with a gun I can’t say

    • Shadow Runner, I hope this poem that you wrote is just a poem and that it didn’t really happen to you. But, if it is true, I pray for healing and comfort for you. And know that rapists and murderers will meet their judgement sooner or later.

      • When I was in college, I read a poem that was called “Dog Eyes”.

        Interesting point of a non-view as seen from a leash…

  15. Many life’s
    Many strifes
    So much sad
    A dash of glad
    Many wonder why one man crys
    Maybe it’s the things hes seen though another’s eyes
    The road has been long
    And this is a young man’s song
    The tears I’ve shed
    The blood I’ve bled
    Is what tucks me into bed
    I gave my love to one I don’t hold
    Im stuck with what I got is what I’m told
    So lost am I , I say so bold
    I can’t help but to look for Fenns Gold
    And hope to get to know the one who broke the mold

    • Forrest Fenn certainly did break an awesome mold. But like Forrest Fenn, Dal, Jenny…so did all of you. Each of you are a unique, unrepeatable gift of God’s Love.

  16. Something’s unfinished
    A dirty rotten deal
    Chasing hope so pain is diminished
    But rest also helps the soul to heal.

  17. My mind is always in motion
    Trying to find the correct motion
    I try to find a way to solve all the commotion
    When I sleep I dream and there not the best
    I keep trying to remember the answers to this test
    Some things I wish I could let go
    but I can’t until I know
    I have things that need to be done
    The longer I wait the faster I’ll have to run
    If I run out of time
    Before I cross the finish line
    I might loose my mind
    Especially knowing that I got to far behind
    The better I live the clearer I see the journey that is right in front of me
    The games on the table
    Life’s in the hand
    Im sweating cause hear comes the river
    The pot is oh so worth this endeavor
    I know the hand to beat it goin to be rough
    But I’m not trying to win this with a bluff
    Trying to look tough is really kinda rough
    When I look at the player across from me
    It’s the one and only Forrest Fenn’s eyes I see

  18. The planes are full,
    Not with passengers,
    Over tea many mull
    Their oriental messengers.

    Don’t want to push the button
    But in cold calculation
    Don’t want to be a glutton
    Gold is good,,, so’s inoculation.

    Stay safe, be well all.

  19. (I blame the following on off season boredom)

    Yeah, I’m gonna take my horse to the canyon down
    I’m gonna ride ’til I get to the home of Brown
    I’m gonna paddle my boat down my canyon creek
    I’m gonna paddle that boat ’til I can’t no more
    I got heavy loads ahead
    High water to tread
    Quickly looking down while watching my back
    Got my boots on the ground
    Ridin’ on a horse, ha
    The chest ain’t got a Porsche
    You ain’t been up off that porch, now
    Can’t nobody tell me nothin’
    You can’t tell me nothin’
    Can’t nobody tell me nothin’
    You can’t tell me nothin’
    🙂 …………..

  20. Heres an oldie, but a goody…



    1993 J.

  21. ByGeorge if your refering to randawgs remix . I am goin to slightly tuck my tail when I say I might disagree . The original imo was not intended to be a song but maybe when the reply to a snide remark had ended it was wrote down then typed down and saved in a NAS labeled song ideas . I don’t want to explain at the moment . Part of this opinion is fact part of may or may not be . If to get urban folks to jam to some hick hop was partially the intended goal it succeeded can you truly belive it was wrote by someone who has never had a girl try to share the seat of a tractor instead of ride the fender where would she be leaning all on the bladder . And come on horse in the back and ya he would probally know all about bolting the saddle tack in the house trailor too . And all answers to the ol fart on the porch the boss . Who was goin through the list of did you get this and that done?

  22. Ok Curious Hobbit….. here’s my version of Jdiggins poem “ the other side of midnight”…… I think hers is better but, just for you, I gave it a shot Nikan….lol have a great day…. until next time… see ya

    “ Midnight”

    The other side of midnight, I often drift to dream,

    Of those who’s hour struck, 12 times ahead of me.

    A place off in the future, a place where time stands still,

    A place for grand reunions, a place I often steal.

    The other side of midnight, so far, but yet so near,

    Trekked by those before me, their chime I often hear.

    Ringing in my memories, of days so long ago,

    The laughter and the tears, before they had to go.

    I wait, the clock is ticking, its pendulum is slow,

    Can’t wait to see your faces, beyond the midnights glow.

    For now I’ll sit and listen, and dream of such a sight,

    When I make my final journey, into the midnight light.

    And when I’m gone be happy, don’t grieve for me I say,

    For I have found that place, I dreamed of day to day,

    I’ll meet the past before me, I’ll love in such a sight,

    I too will know what lies, past the other side of midnight…..

    By: Focused

      • Your welcome JDA…. enjoy your clock while it’s ticking my friend… stay warm till spring…. until next time.. see ya

      • Thanks bird dog, the original was jdiggins, I just jumped on the bandwagon, I’m presently sitting on the back with my feet swinging, listening to the music play…lol
        The tune is “ Oh When The Saints Go Marching In”…… life is good!!!!!!!
        Until next time…. see ya bird dog….

        • @Tall Andrew, of course I Think that I belong here on earth, and as a stage III cancer survivor…love life more than you could know. You may have misinterpreted my remarks above. I was simply putting in poetic form my belief that souls are eternal, and my hope that heaven is a physical, real paradise. I find peace and hope in my belief system, but respect that many different schools of thought exist on the topic.
          Best to you Tall Andrew.

          • Very well said 42, congrats on being a stage III cancer survivor… I too have knocked on deaths door and I’m a survivor myself… and yes I belong here too, to tell my story…. and that I will do, through my words… I will never be ashamed of my beliefs, nor will I ever be ashamed of who I am or where I’m at, or where I’m going…. Don’t feel sorry for me Tall Andrew, life is good !!!
            Ya’ll have a great night everyone… until next time… see ya

          • @focused
            It’s good to celebrate life with other friends who have looked death in the face and understand how it changes you.

            Enjoy your weekend:-)

          • 42, you and Focused and Pdenver
            share a warm place in my heart for
            all the goodness you offer us here.

          • Thank you 4rest4fend for your kind comment… as long as the chase goes on, I’ll be here penning all the goodness I can for you guys…. have a great night 4rest4fend…. until next time.. see ya

    • Always appreciate you
      I think we might share a pew
      But I always sit in the back
      Knowing keenly what I lack.

      Beautiful Focused.

  23. Chasing the Rooster

    So why is it that I must crow
    And boast my solve for all the meek?
    The answers I’m so sure I know
    I’ll take the chest while all still seek

    My table’s prepared
    As I walk through the valley
    I’ve mapped my course truer than
    Rand McNally

    With a Golden Ticket
    And 9 silver clews
    I won’t pass the blaze up
    While marveling views

    So go ahead!
    Study your poems
    And pore over those maps
    I’ll be back ‘fore
    You’ve woke from your long Winter’s naps

    So fear me all and listen good
    I’ll do just what I said I would
    My effort’s surely worth the cold
    I’ll soon be laughing as I stack the gold!

    By RonnyLee

    • Now that was some serious confidence. Now Ronny Lee I may not be from Missouri, but yur gunna have to show me and bring it, not sing it.

      Much love & good luck!

    • Not sure about other animal sports, but I was a leapfrog expert as a kid. Guess we have a challenge (as gloves slap across the face)… Ronny, choose your weapon! lol

    • Thanks for the smile Ronny Lee…..lol. Hey, if you need help stacking that stuff just let me know, heck, that’s what friends are for, right?
      Great job my friend… have a great night.. until next time… see ya

    • Ronny Lee,

      I’m honestly rootin for ya! Chase that Rooster around that backyard! You go dog! Grab that Rooster! Catch it! But don’t choke it! Then ride that Rooster home! Giddy up cowboy!

      Good luck Ronny. Mine flew the coop!


    • Ronny, I can read your thoughts and body (text) language, so I’ll make you a deal. You can lay claim to the treasure, just don’t lay claim to “My Girl”. And that’s the end of it. In case you need a girl for yourself, try texting ATH-M20X… (listen close to stay on track). It holds a special treasure all by itself, and I think you’ll know what I mean.
      Oh yeah… (and of course) this is all in fun…
      (BTW – This has no relevance to the song by the same name)
      P.S. Don’t forget to read the poem all the way to the end…

      “MY GIRL”
      by Quency

      I was searching in the mountains with my dog who’s my best friend…
      When I ran across a lonesome girl, who was lost with time to spend

      Her response was somewhat timid, she told me about her home
      Though her goal was somewhat different, she too looked for the gold

      Her prize would be a new companion, one familiar with the land
      But in being left alone before, was afraid to make a stand

      Her face is that of nature, spun by beauty’s homemade lace,
      Her eyes hold endless riches, as a glimmer across her face

      She’s nervous to make the wrong move, a chicken there by rights
      She’s right to be over cautious, a rabbit in the night

      Her opinion speaks constellations… left watchful of time’s seed
      Peace is found of the same, labeled red – the heart of belief

      Her view is full, wide open, being left a little shy
      But I’ll focus on what’s far away, I can’t help wonder why

      My dog is still beside me, my partner he’ll never leave
      There too is my new friend, one who makes me make-believe

      And through the vigilance of one side, I’ll focus on what’s left
      Comfort gaps the whole, overriding what’s second best

      We watched the Eagle’s shadow soar o’er the mountain range
      Looked up to see it once again, upon the open plain

      So we walked that trail past midnight, embracing it all the while
      Then with a look that said “Forever”, she joyfully star ted to cry

      I know our trail goes further, the beads are in the string
      I can feel its ancient medicine… its strength, a spiritual ring


  24. Focused is my Frankenstein
    He came to me in my lab
    He wasnt feeling fine
    He asked if I could juice him up
    And give him thoughts like mine
    So I sat him in my thinking chair
    And strapped him in with utmost care
    I gave him a look, he said, “okay”,
    “I’m ready Jdig, take it away…”
    I flipped the switch
    And it was a sight
    He began to twitch
    His eyes full of fright
    So I shut it down
    And released my friend
    He was just babbling
    He was on a bend
    I grabbed him by both shoulders and shook
    Looked him in the eyes to see if it took
    Just then he focused and I could see
    I had just created something better than me
    He thanked me over and over again,
    Shook my hand, and turned to flee
    “Wait!”, said I ,where you going friend?”
    He replied as quick as he ran out the door,
    “I’ve gotta go log in at Dals….”
    “I gotta go tell my poetry pals!”
    “Tell them what?” Asked a curious I
    But he was already gone, out the door
    I guess he got what he came for
    Proud of myself I sipped some wine
    Heres a toast to me and my friend
    Focused Frankenstein!

    Love ya my friend! You are the master!
    Your midnight is better than mine, I love it!
    And everyone, thanks for your kind replies!

    • Jdiggins,
      First let me start off by saying thank you for the smile to start off my day, I loved it!!!
      Your words above to many may not seem like much, but those who have been around the poetry page for the past 7 years know how true they are. For those who were not here 7 years ago let me fill ya in….
      When I first joined the chase I went to the poetry page and read some great stuff written by jdiggins, Spallies, CindyM and a host of others. I liked reading their poetry, so I thought I’d give it a try. At that time I attempted my first poem of my life and I thought I might get some negative responses because everyone on there was so good. Instead Jdiggins encouraged me to write another one, so I did. Through little quirks and joking back and forth she kept nudging me wanting “just one more”, so I kept writing “just one more” and another, and another etc.. so now, here I am 7 years later still penning “just one more”..lol
      So see, everyone back then can read Jdiggins “ Frankenstein “ and see how much truth are in her words, so in a sense I am her Frankenstein…I want to thank you Jdiggins for pushing me like a 3 wheeled cart back then…. thank you my friend !!!
      Now, that being said, I have to disagree with you on a couple things.. first, I’m not the “master” here, I have read many of your poems you’ve written from years ago (long before your chase)…. and you my friend deserve the title of “master” …. and second, my “midnight” poem is not better than yours, your inspiration (again lol) pushed me to write “just one more”… along with a little nudge from our friend Curious Hobbit…lol
      So there ya go guys, now you know the “rest of the story”…lol
      Thank you again Jdiggins for putting me in your chair and zapping me, I’m proud to be your Frankenstein!!!! Here’s a toast back at ya my friend… love ya too…
      Have a great day everyone…. until next time “just one more”…… see ya

      • Quite the story – both in Jdiggins poem and in you explanation Focused. So glad that both of you are penning, and that you “Threw the switch” jd. An admirer of you both – JDA

        • Thanks JDA,
          Isn’t it amazing how things just work out? The chase inspired me and jdiggins just kept wanting “one more”…lol
          Things happen for a reason and you guys can now reap the benefits.. I pen for you, not me…
          Have a great day, until next time.. see ya JDA….

          • YUP – YUP

            We may not always understand the things that happen to us, but most of the time things work out better than we might have imagined.

            Stay warm and safe my friend – JDA

      • Thanks my dear friend! I should add that for the first two years I was convinced he was Forrest! So much so when I met him at fennboree, I myself was shocked! 😉
        Thanks jda, and quency too!

        • Your welcome jdiggins…. heck, if i would have known that you thought I was Forrest, I could have played that out at least a couple more years…lol
          Meeting you and Spallies at Fennboree that year was the highlight of my trip…even with the “holy xxxx he is real” look on your face…lol it was a fun time…. thanks for the memories my friend…. until next time… see ya

    • Jdiggins, that was fantastic! I laughed out loud! I haven’t been around here long so I didn’t know the herstory. I even forgot about that corona thing. So maybe just one more?

      • Just one more
        He asks
        Like I can just
        Spit em out
        Like benign tasks.
        Well I’ll give it a shot
        Mr. A K A
        Why not
        I like to play

        Ready or not
        Here I come
        I’ve solved to poem
        And summed the sum
        I just ordered boots
        To go with my map
        I’ve been in cahoots
        With an epiphany
        Oh crap!
        What rhymes with that?
        I digress
        Back to my story
        My shining success
        I plan to go
        get that box
        I hope I have
        Outfoxed the fox
        But it really doesnt matter
        In the grand scheme of things
        Cause I’m as mad as the hatter
        And some other things.
        Ho ho ha ha he he
        Thanks for playing this game with me!

        • That’s my buddy jdiggins….. always spitting out smiles…lol I learned a long time ago that if you try to get into a poetry duel with jdiggins, you better bring two pens…lol
          If you need help carrying the box jdiggins, just let me know…. that’s the least I could do….
          Have a great night…. see ya

          • I really enjoy the camaraderie and banter… keep it up. Because I really don’t know how to duel.

  25. An old treasure leaver named Fenn
    Said in Scrapbook six hundred and ten:
    “They all stop at the blaze,
    the 6th clue! I’m amazed!
    They’ll solve the last 3 clues. But when?!?”

  26. Forum stalkers
    Bluffing Tommyknockers
    Insufferable talkers
    Gewgaw hawkers
    Cock o’ the walkers
    Bock, bock, bockers
    Forrest sure does rockers
    Too far to walkers
    Marvel gawkers
    Solve theory mockers
    Dickory dockers biding their time

  27. Great fun sharing a sentimental journey
    Sweet camaraderie in the Tourney
    Kindness, more kindness will earn ye
    Now away corona, can’t search from a gurney.

    This scare is surely overblown
    But to reach my peach much ground’s overflown
    Not sure nature has not overgrown
    The landing strip with pits from fruits unknown.

    • Not Connecting
      (Too Far To Walk)

      Scale the stairs to my terminal
      Pass the numerous gates
      Wait for final leg interminable
      Pearly smiles, wait in rooms, like freight.

      One old bag waits on another
      Thinking the end is drawing nigh
      If I had my druthers
      I wouldn’t fly.

  28. Extra verse

    Not Connecting
    (Too Far To Walk)

    Trousers are loose
    Must get the scantest metal
    And wands that goose
    Stretch humility’s mettle.

    Scale the stairs to my terminal
    Pass the numerous gates
    Wait for final leg interminable
    Pearly smiles, kept in rooms, just like freight.

    One old bag waits on another
    Thinking the end is drawing nigh
    If I had my druthers
    I wouldn’t fly.

  29. Looking for a magic solution?
    May I suggest self-pollution,
    My paisanos enjoy their wine
    But their plight seems less than fine.

    The British Isles have a different taste
    More prefer in gin to baste
    The queen avoids the hassle
    Still fewer ill, though few have a country castle.

    Down home in ol’ West Virginny
    They may have the best medicinee
    Home-made spirits hot from the still
    The perfect proof whats fix the ill.

  30. Living like our tinned sardines
    Safe within these self-quarantines
    Some are new to social distance
    For others, not their first instance
    Wonder if all have a taste for pb&j on saltines.

    • 4rest4fend, your pen has been on fire today…lol I enjoyed reading your words to finish my day… a perfect ending to another great day!!! Thank you…
      Spring is springing my friend, enjoy the warmer days… until next time.. see ya

      • Agreed. 4rest4fend has ignited quite a fire, hopefully it will burn that virus up and out. Words are powerful. I’ll take a perfect proof to go please. Thank you 4rest4fend

      • Hi Focused,
        Today I finally had a chance to catch up and play but no one was out.
        So I made a some noise, I felt “penned” up,

        Hi 42,
        Hope you enjoy your bored games,, many are lotsa fun.
        Here’s to keeping our crackers dry, spirits refreshed and hands washed.

        Today’s Correction:

        Laughter is best, better than booze.
        I hoped by sharing some comedy
        Our blues and lows we’d lose
        Not to infuse doubt about the true remedy.

        Good night

        • 4rest4fend, my comment didn’t make here yesterday cus I think we posted at the exact same time! In sum, thanks for the laugh and I’d like a perfect proof to go please!

    • @4rest4fend your poem brought a smile…and a craving for saltines with PB and honey. Yep, they were delicious.

      Our Spring break destination
      Was derailed by The virus.
      So we’re doing a staycation
      No plane, train, or bus,
      It’s All stay, and no cation.
      But no sense makin a fuss,
      Poem solution = vacation.
      Leave the virus in trail dust.

  31. With cold feet
    And a hedgelimb for a seat
    I sit here and wonder of life over yonder

    I could have picked a better day to leave
    And wore something warmer for my sleves

  32. Ten

    The wind blows strong
    cold rains come
    like bullets it tears
    into the only one

    his head looks down
    still pushing on
    against your war
    the end has come

    and it comes
    there’s a reason why
    something changed
    when she finally died

    made for him
    she’s carved in stone
    machines to fit
    and fill his holes

    she smiled every time
    she saw his face
    two opposites
    drawn to embrace

    and they embraced
    like a soul on fire
    like mother to child
    dawn to night

    and you’re the cause
    you know this to
    there’s a spell at work
    it comes for you

    and now, after all this time
    a curse plays out
    and a trove waits in the wild
    like a consolation prize

    like a bandaid stuck
    to a wounded child
    like a crumb of relief
    to the dying light

    so he lifts his staff
    and strikes the Earth
    and waves stretch out
    and shake your world

    all in her name
    for the life you took
    for the life of shame
    for the praise you claim

    so he’ll set this right
    and bring calm and peace
    to a world on fire
    just as soon
    oh just as soon
    as the shadows
    retreat in flight

    …and in the ends there’s a pot of gold
    … a consolation prize

  33. Ok, jdiggins wrote her “Frankenstein” poem above…. that was from her point of view. Now you can hear it from my point of view… enjoy my friends…. until next time… see ya

    “ Frankenstein “

    I knocked upon jdiggins door, her lab for many years,

    not feeling very well myself, slight ringing in my ears.

    I asked if she could help me, my mind was clogged for sure,

    My words no longer flowing, can you make them more like yours?

    Her special juice in tubes, I heard should do the trick,

    Green with rising bubbles, and super, super thick.

    She sat me in her thinking chair and strapped my arms secure,

    Looked at me and said “okay”, “are you really, really sure?”

    “Take it away” I said to her, “no backing out this time”.

    She flipped the switch, all I recall, a fading friend of mine.

    When my eyes reopened, all slumped and looking down,

    I saw my legs still twitching, I heard a friendly sound.

    Her hands upon my shoulders, she pushed me to a rise,

    I can’t explain the look, there in jdiggins eyes.

    My thoughts were free and flowing, words and words galore,

    I shook her hand and thanked her, then headed for the door.

    She asked where I was going, I answered on the run,

    “The Poetry Page at Dal’s”, “ my journeys just begun”.

    Thanks to my friend jdiggins, and the her giving of her time,

    You now can journey with me, we’ll sip our glass of wine.

    Imagination it cost nothing, hope and dreams are free,

    And so are special friendships, and words that flow from me.

    My friends please make an effort, and thank her one more time,

    And enjoy the future words, from me, her Frankenstein…

    By: Focused

    • Focused and jdiggins,

      Well done you 2 Co-conspirators. The Rocky and Bullwinkle of the poetry pages! Fun reading for sure. Keep it up you two…


      • Thanks By George… since I beat jdiggins on replying, I’m “Rocky”… so jdiggins, your “Bullwinkle” my friend…lol
        Have a great day everyone… until next time… see ya

      • Thanks Chas David.. jdiggins started it, I just thought it would be neat to hear her poem from my perspective (the one sitting in the chair)…lol
        Enjoy your day today… see ya my friend

    • Focused that was top shelf.

      Top Shelf!

      Only Top Shelf
      Was my motto
      Indulge myself
      Pilot’s auto

      Mistakes I made
      Creating Fun
      Wreckless crusade
      And damn age done.

      Count the fingers
      Upon the side
      Sadness lingers
      Nothing inside.

      The friends I count
      Still on the field
      A small amount
      Glad warmth still yield.

      Won’t belly-up
      Ain’t like before
      Abs jellied up
      Feet feel the floor.

      Liked the good stuff
      Went fast those times
      Shared enough.
      Now, love the rhymes.

      • Thank for the “bravo” DTakaRS…. I’m glad you like our goofing off…lol have a great day and remember to enjoy the little things as you go about it…… see ya my friend

  34. Wow! 4est4friend, DTakaRS, focused, chase, bygeorge, jojo, shadow runner, quency, et al; y’all been a pennin fools! Gimme a few to catch up!

  35. About 8.25 miles
    north of Santa Fe
    new treasures lay.
    Halt your 4 wheeler
    And don’t delay
    paying your dues
    To the TP dealer.



  36. Time in the Garden

    Along the garden path of time
    We cherish golden hours sublime
    Where peace and sweetness brightly play
    In seeming endless Summer days

    We relish not the darker hours
    Where tares and snares amongst the bowers
    Nearly made us lose our way
    Allured by shadows pallid sway

    Not strength of will nor mind nor wit
    Shone on the path more brightly lit
    Which led our steps toward the place
    Wherein we found amazing grace

    But only love which nurtures roots
    Did help our trees to bear good fruits
    So blessed we rest in graceful pardon
    Enjoying sunlight in the garden

    by RonnyLee

          • Kudos! RonnyLee,

            Few, if any here can outdo thee,
            Message of truth shows your spirit is free,
            Reminds one of the meanings needed here to see,
            That Where Warm Waters Halt is more than wet,
            Spiritual cause in case we haven’t seen it yet,
            Your words state it clear, we see poetic truth so dear,
            Treasure and the blaze is near, does anyone else hear? Only those who know mercy can rest in graceful pardon,
            Under the stars of a path that shines so brightly lit,
            Only a Forrest, can canopy it, seeing our steps toward the place, A Forrest wherein we found a TC, and when opened all it said was peace, beauty and amazing grace.

            Those of us who plant a tree of good fruits,
            Will feed smiling faces in some garden of these mountain gods. But only love which nurtures roots
            Did help our trees to bear good fruits.


          • TT,
            Have you been holding out on us? You just took the lid off of your can of talents… now we’ll expect to see more of your words…lol jk… thank you for sharing TT…. have a great evening… until next time.. see ya

    • Very good penning RonnyLee… it’s great to hear your words again my friend. Your poem is very relaxing and peaceful….. thank you… until next time… see ya

  37. Dam you man from Sante Fe !
    Giving us 24 lines and 9 clues to obey
    How dare you bring out our inner child ! Just to get us out in the wild
    I say again dam you man from Santa Fe enticing us all from child to old. Making us all pirates looking for gold.
    Who do you think you are ? With your 24 lines 9 clues and two trips from your car.
    Dam you man from Sante Fe (sigh) but I must say after 6 years in this fray I wouldn’t have it, any other way.
    Dam you man from Sante Fe :

    • Chawkfan,
      That was a funny one my friend… I bet a lot of searchers are thinking the same thing…lol thanks for the smile 🙂 ….. see ya my friend

      • I have more i hope it’s not to dark

        The search for gold
        tis really a search of soul
        The lure, reveals who we are
        as we search here there and sometimes far
        Through storm river rain and snow
        we go go go
        Some become lost yet always make it home
        but that glitter has such a grip and forces us to roam roam roam
        The intrigue of sudden gain often masks a slow dark and continual pain
        Sometimes I wonder the devil’s favorite shade ? Could it be that shiny rock that often hides in the glade?
        Those who cannot keep the thrill in check might one day find that home a wreck
        Oh lust for that pretty rock is real! just ask my family how they feel.
        Luster’s of sudden gain may want to weigh it against that family pain
        As one can get so lost yet always make it home yet one day end up alone.

  38. Ok guys, here’s a tricky one…. there’s a hidden message in this poem, can you find it? Good luck…. if needed, tomorrow I’ll give hints… have fun…

    “ True Peace “

    You’ll gaze into the heavens, in deepest thought alone,

    And never will you doubt, where those before have gone.

    There you’ll find serenity, a warm and loving touch,

    A kind of peace and freedom, you’ve never felt so much.

    Your hearts a product of, a loving higher hand,

    Pumping peace and love, your mind will understand.

    Live from in your heart, until your final day,

    Then others they’ll see you, as fears are cast away.

    They’ll stop and listen closely, to peaceful words you say,

    Take time to share with others, your message day to day.

    Give your peace to others, share what’s true and sound,

    Heart to heart, friend to friend, embrace the peace you’ve found..

    By: Focused

  39. In My Opinion!

    It wasn’t my solve,I was just the Minion
    His thoughts were twisted In my Opinion

    He took me there where warm waters stop
    I pondered this place, as I grabbed me a Pop

    What makes you so certain I said with some doubt
    This happens no where else in the Rockies! That gave him some clout

    On we went to his next destination, there it is take a look
    You know this How? I found a book

    From there things really started to click
    No Meek, No Paddles, Just loads a Thick

    So far so good but where’s the Blaze
    He gestured with a finger as I stood in a Daze

    How long have you worked to figure this out
    Thirteen trips, Seven Years, and a lot of doubt

    A little further to go the last clue to untwine
    If I’m right the treasure is mine

    So in we went with a spot to make
    Two hours in and nothing to take

    We headed for home many states away
    No sleep for me I wanted to play

    I said to him I’m all in
    Do you mind if I go back again

    Back at the crib for a little more than a minute
    I bought that ticket cause I wanted to Fenn it!

    Off I went tired as hell
    But my gut told me all was well

    I went back in with a certain air
    and there I saw it a piece of ware

    That piece of pottery lay in rest
    Upon a fallen pine like a family crest

    What I saw next shocked me to the core
    I got scared as hell and dropped to the floor

    Who would have thought that props could play apart
    But Fenn we all know is smarter than smart

    I may be crazy as a loon
    one more trip and I will know real soon.

  40. Ok guys, here’s the solve to my poem above….RonnyLee was quick with this one…lol congrats my friend…. until next time… see ya

    Line 1- 1st word
    Line 2- 2nd word
    Line 3- 3rd word
    Line 4- 4th word
    Line 5- 5th word
    Line 6- 6th word
    Then reverse the system
    Line 7- 6th word
    Line8- 5th word
    Line 9- 4th word
    Line 10- 3rd word
    Line 11- 2nd word
    Line 12- 1st word

    It says….

    “ You’ll never find peace of mind, until you listen to your heart”

    “ True Peace “

    YOU’LL gaze into the heavens, in deepest thought alone,

    And NEVER will you doubt, where those before have gone.

    There you’ll FIND serenity, a warm and loving touch,

    A kind of PEACE and freedom, you’ve never felt so much.

    Your hearts a product OF, a loving higher hand,

    Pumping peace and love, your MIND will understand.

    Live from in your heart, UNTIL your final day,

    Then others they’ll see YOU, as fears are cast away.

    They’ll stop and LISTEN closely, to peaceful words you say,

    Take time TO share with others, your message day to day.

    Give YOUR peace to others, share what’s true and sound,

    HEART to heart, friend to friend,embrace the peace you’ve found..

    By: Focused

    • “Theory test”

      I could post this on the poem thread but since this is the poetry page and my “theory poem” was here I’ll post it here…
      I’ve often wondered if Forrest’s poem could be “unlocked” so to speak using just his poem and the words provided within his poem to direct us to where we need to go to find indulgence… IMO, his poem alone and the words contained within it is not enough to achieve our task….Thanks to RonnyLee And his quickness in solving my “theory poem” , I now believe that it can not.. IMO, an outside source or sources are needed to understand Forrest’s poem.. if it could be “unlocked” from within its words “however the method” it would have been solved by now… there’s a lot of bright and intelligent people working on Forrest’s poem, using mathematics, spacing, coded letters, etc… and have yet to “unlock” a location for indulgence….
      So again IMO, this is not the way….
      my “poem test” was a simple version compared to Forrest’s poem but it proved a point to me. Forrest’s poem is difficult and there are a lot of great minds out there thinking on it…. so IMO, for me, I’m concentrating outside the poem for answers to the poem…. the above is just my opinion, yours may vary, so take it with a grain of salt…
      Thanks again RonnyLee….. everyone have a great day today…… until next time… see ya my friends…

      • You’re welcome, focused. I see Forrest’s poem as a list of instructions. I don’t think scrambling, plotting or anagramming will get to the cache. But I’m sure some would think that a naive notion. IMO.

        • I agree it’s all about instructions. Find 9 places on a map and figure out how to get to them/what to do with them. And try to do it poetically(it’s the poetry page so I’m mentioning poetry so as not to anger Dal)

        • I agree with you RonnyLee, and if the instructions are followed, only then will you realize (by where your led) the true meaning of his words…. IMO… see ya my friend

  41. The Dark took our trail and we sat awaiting the great sun again.
    Our soul of friendships began to pass the times with laughter
    Alone with many silent winds we spoke once more before the second dark took us.
    I could only explain that I saw the words in whispers of this GREAT beyond the lands of fish and sky
    And that I knew of a one true thing….Porcupines taste like S&@T

  42. Poetry smoetry,
    Always forgetting that guys in charge,
    He has word rules for fools,
    And documents at large.
    Dal’s the inner net traffic cop,
    Reminding us where the bucks stop.

    • Good job Brian u…. you guys have sure got me smiling today…. keep it up my friends… I pictured Dal, in uniform, directing emojis at an intersection… you gotta enjoy the little things my frien…. see ya

  43. the time is now to live it down low / on a road aheadin down steep breakin hard to slow go slow/
    / two nickels in my pocket and its all go joe go / to the pack rat shack upon the ridge / past the no trespassin signed bridge / a joinin brother Clem for the word written on a little banjo / justa lay it on me straight don’t double talk it its agettin late / a souls on fire fine fire but I ain’t hearin no choir no balcony choir / oh no please Lord no / there’s a fire up above and its a rainin down a love / there’s a fire burnin below just south of well you don’t wanna know / Clem a take my hand dearest Clem a hold my hand / brother Clem can I be parta your band

    • Good job Hank… been a while, it’s good to see ya penning my friend…. keep on keeping on…..
      Until next time… see ya

  44. It’s nice to know Forrest is doing good
    Him and Willie are walkin thru the hood
    Enjoying simple pleasures as one should

    I’ve tried to tell what it is I saw
    Guess it’s against Treasured law
    We pulled our guns to a draw

    There’s not much to do while indoors
    I’ve washed and waxed all the floors
    And listened to the rain as it pours

    This virus will certainly not end us
    I will walk alone into that wilderness
    And hope the Gold is really contagious.

    Pauley T

    • PauleyT,
      I hope the gold is contagious too my friend… if not, at least your floors will shine?… stay hunkered down and safe my friend…. see ya

  45. Ben met Anna,
    Made a hit.
    Neglected beard,
    Ben Anna split.

    Those were great ads…I dunno if they worked to sell more Burma Shave but they made the road trips between here and there more interesting…

    • WOW !!! Did Dal just share a verse of rhyme here on the poetry page? Dal, there’s hope for you after all my friend…lol … Ben Anna Split, oh that sounds good right now…lol my next road trip is now!!! Where’s my keys?….. until next time…. see ya my friend

    • Not many burmaShave signs left (The Pickers bought them all up). We used to pass one near Helena, MT where the “Bur” was so faded that it read maShave. Of course, we couldn’t resist asking Mom if she lathered up before we were awake.

      Ma…do you shave?
      No kids, now behave!

  46. “ A Note To Corona Virus “

    You were born upon a distant soil,

    You’ve crossed a mighty span.

    Bringing grief and turmoil,

    To spread across our lands.

    But in your deadly rave,

    You’ve made a great mistake.

    This is the home of braves,

    Your evil we won’t take!

    This is just a warning,

    You best tuck tail and run.

    No need to wait till morning,

    Your evil here is done!

    We,ll distance from friends,

    You’ll have no where to go.

    Until your evil ends,

    Our courage we will show.

    So now you’ve had your warning,

    Your evil we won’t take,

    We’ll not bow down in mourning,

    Our freedom we will take.

    We live red, white and blue,

    Our Flag has never fell,

    There’s no half mast for you,

    When we send you back to hell…..

    By: Focused

  47. Early Spring Time

    A little farther down the road
    Past, the open door
    A biddle of feathers bears a load
    For those who gaze upon objets d’or.

    Cousins kept in glassy cases
    Beckon keepers of precious things.
    But airborne lives arise from grassy bases
    Also hear the songs our precocious sings.

    Delicate petals, green-stemmed flags
    Waving with majestic echos
    If not so graceful could purely brag,
    Senses reel in harmonic meadows.

  48. No rhyme or reason, it’s just the season.

    We’re all ready into spring
    Ain’t that a wonderful thing
    The birds will chirp and sing
    As mountains look for a king

    Once a Treasure becomes a secret
    Skittish things we’ll put in a deep rut
    You’ll have to find it before you keep it
    Pray that gold will leave the stream shut

    I’d imagine you are just like me
    Looking for solice from infinity
    Redeeming what you used to be
    Asking for a higher core of quality

    Remember that day when you were young
    You’d ride your horse and shoot your gun
    All over these lands you shout till your hung
    They’ll never get me cause I’m on the run

    I’ve played this game once or twice
    So now let me give you some advice
    Try to keep your feet outta the vice
    Get into those mountains for some spice

    Pauley T

  49. Roll Call!

    Hey all you great regulars, new and old,
    Shout out if you are well.

    Or if you aren’t shout louder.

    I’m OK.


    • Ok so far. Every nose tickle and cough makes you wonder though. I already had something with all of the symptoms back around New Year’s Day.

    • Ok here too my friends…. the virus has been confirmed now even closer to my home. I live in the country, so that helps as far as contact is concerned. But as Forrest would say “ I’m hunkering down and gutting in” trying to do my part to fight this thing… Thank you 4rest4fend for initiating the “roll call”. I too have wondered about my poetry pals…. stay safe my friends, my prayers are with all of you…. until next time… see ya

    • Still well but doing my part.
      Thyme will tell.
      “Fate deals you four cards and a joker,
      And you play whether you like it or not.”
      God be with you, friends.

  50. oh look what we’ve become / broken pieces of the pottery that was lost love / raining ashes burning binds / buried deep throughout the years now gone from time / abandoned on the property now of none / oh to turn the hands rewind / seas of treasures beginning times so clear / hold a fragile piece on air

    • Hank,

      Man, it’s penning such as yours that keeps me up at night. My Cryptonite! No toothpicks required!

      Cryptic visions from the cryptologist! Ya gotta love it. Nice!

      Some may think that you’re running a fever, but we know better. Well done.


  51. Thought I would get down with the crowd and hit a quick poem.

    Dippers are dancing on green carpet moss,
    taking a plunge in the swirling soap wash.
    Rabbits doth burrow into the bleak,
    down in the valley next to the creek.
    A fish popped up and said hello,
    asking from line to be let go.
    The fisherman sang of his catch with glee,
    his rod made of branch from an old gnarly tree.
    Swiftly ran by was a bull in a race
    fear of been eaten with fright on its face.
    Battling ants came to check out the fuss,
    Looking for reason behind the circus.
    High in the hills the dragonflies dart,
    eating the food, a meal of the heart.
    Little frogs sit on the far distant shore,
    a place that is lonely, yet full of grandeur.
    All of these secrets take me to place,
    a bet on the horses to win me that race.

    • I like it quite a lot, BigO.
      ‘specially the line –
      “A fish popped up and said hello,
      asking from line to be let go.”
      Ready for more from ya.

  52. Gosh, everyone did a great job penning. I truly enjoyed the artistry you have in your words. I look forward to reading more.

    • Although I’m relatively new here, your absence was glaring Pdenver. Glad to see you on the roll call.

      4rest4fend, looks like your special prayer worked! Now go big or go home! Correction: go big and stay home!

  53. Hooray for our cast of clutch hitters
    Let’s salute the great Sir Lister
    Made clear the way to save the true gritters
    From death from heavy wound or just a blister.

    To the rhyme I do urge
    We speak from behind the curtain
    Freely our doubts we can purge
    For each in here knows our care is certain.

  54. This is a little late For St. Patrick’s guys, but for some reason this popped into my head, so I had to jot it down…lol Better late than never…lol Have a great night everyone…. until next time… see ya

    “ The Ride “

    High upon the rainbows arc,

    Rests a tiny leprechaun.

    Gazing up, at clouds so dark,

    A perfect perch, before it’s gone.

    His climb to get, up to its top,

    Was slow and tests his will.

    Rested up, vowed not stop,

    Prepared to slide downhill.

    Both hands grab, his tall green hat,

    He raised his curl toe boots.

    He knows below, is where it’s at,

    Then slides down the colored chute.

    To ride a magic rainbow,

    Is a leprechaun’s perfect dream.

    To ride upon its colored glow,

    And sound, his tiny scream.

    When his ride was over,

    All the joy his heart could hold,

    Landing in a field of clover,

    Beside his pot of gold….

    By: Focused

    • Thanks 42, pdenver and RonnyLee ( sorry I missed your morning greeting my friend)…. I think my poem above was a sign of temporary insanity…lol. This self-quarantine gets old quick…lol but, I’m doing my part to fight this thing… right?
      Have a great night… see ya my friends

    • Hi, Focused,

      I’ve looked at this poem now,
      flown to tausand magic lands.
      İt was the bright shine I’ve saw,
      with nice place in all hearts.
      I ‘ve liked too; but Why and How,
      sadly, genuine poet leaves us?…

      With best wishes.

  55. Easy peasy

    Flame of hope, wanting to seek.
    Damp out passion, its not for the meek.
    Aqua melt of ice that is thick.
    Sling on a rucksack and get there quick.
    Descend on that chest where it was hid.
    Collect the booty just open the lid.

    No need to get complicated. Its not rocket science. Just wait it out.

  56. I should really be studying, but having a lazy day, due to someone very close to me passing away. Don’t suppose I would be able to concentrate.

    Hope I havn’t pested you with my little rhymes!

    Treasure wants to beckon to me,
    the secrets of far away land.
    To find my way I’d sail the sea,
    with strength and single hand.
    A winter start, inviting greed,
    immoral, against the grain.
    It matters not, depth of need,
    danger will only bring pain.
    A promise made to my friend,
    I’ll await Gods shining sun.
    Bring to bear a perfect end,
    with summer enchanted fun.


      • Thanks Focused and worry not I am always strong.

        I just laughed to myself when I opened my computer and looked at my poem. It actually began with the title “Full Circle”, which was to see me travel all the way around the globe, but as said my chain of thought was not with me and broken at time of writing, so cut short.

        Maybe next time……à plus tard…!!

    • BigOnus,

      Nice penning. Plenty of understanding ears within these walls.
      When my Dad died at 1:00 pm, all I wanted was to be alone. So I went golfing! You were so much better off not studying. I drove off after the 11th hole.

      I’m sorry for your loss. Keep pestering, it’s good or the heart.


      • A Treasure Round

        Go with God and a bag of sticks
        Engaging solitude goes far
        Find peace where flight and ground mix
        The eleventh hour found you under par.

        Not today not tomorrow
        You’ll play another round
        Joyous shots’ll displace some sorrow
        Bury that ball in the ground.

        Tee it high and let it fligh
        Then a chip off the ol’ block
        On the green it will lie
        Till you putt the key in the lock.

  57. You haven’t pestered me BigOnus… I enjoyed reading your words! Keep up your penning my friend… stay safe, it’s a crazy world out there….. until next time… see ya

    • Pested mi amigo, not “pestered”.

      Yes the latter is correct, but the former is for fun. I always chuck in words that don’t exist and can mean mean no different.

      I love confusing young Kids with “not cerilnessalry” (necessarily). The joke confuses some and gives others a reason to make fun at me for being so stupid.


  58. This poem is based on a dream I had where I imagined I was a kite.

    Kite on a String

    Up in the air looking down from above,
    Tethered to the ground by the man with the glove.
    He holds the string and watches me fly.
    I twist in the wind as he laughs when I cry.
    I have a will of my own, but the wind shoves me up and away.
    Then he pulls on the string and drags me in close just to see me fray.
    When we are almost together, he whispers “The end is ever drawing nigh”.
    Suddenly, he lets go of the string with a grin and a gleam in his eye.
    Carried away by the wind and left twisting again as up I do fly.
    I am afraid he will let go or lose his grip on the string.
    Once untethered and alone, I will disappear. The end it will bring.

  59. CKL,

    I had to smile reading that! Get out there with those kids and fly a kite. Social distancing doesn’t mean solitary confinement. And don’t let go of that string! Well done.


  60. Not sure whats happened to me, I think the angels have been tapping on my shoulder and asking for rhyme.

    I went to see my favourite bear,
    singing in his hollow man cave.
    Pounding out that almighty song,
    sharing the spread of octave.

    Testing notes of harmonious sound,
    that would beckon heavens own ears.
    Filling the mountains from miles around,
    bringing scopulous trees to cheers.

    “Hey little friend, why do you sing”,
    I asked when arrived at his layer.
    “For all to listen and know I am king,
    switching Gods creatures to prayer”.

    He turned from me continuing loud,
    for treasures he so wanted to give.
    The message was clear, from land to cloud,
    hoping peace would conquer and live.

    “Thank you bear, I brought you a feast”,
    pulling a gift from pocket to share.
    wisdom tamed that hungry beast,
    so I gave my pal a one legged hare!

  61. Focused
    I saw your words
    On another page
    Said you’re leavin
    Leavin the stage

    I sure hope
    It’s not for long
    You’ve made so many
    Feel and belong

    Keep your pen up
    Your chin too
    And always know
    We love you!

    • Thank you very much my friend for your kind words… they mean a lot to me.. I strongly believe in the freedom of speech and religion and for them to be censored to the liking of others I will not be a part of… penning for you guys the past 7 years has been rewarding for me and hopefully you too… that’s 7 years that I’ll cherish forever… you guys are great!!!
      It’s time for me to move on and utilize my freedom…
      Stay safe everyone and enjoy the little things as you go about it…..see ya my friends…


      • Focused – I’m so sorry, I feel like I am responsible for all of this.
        Me and my big mouth. Should never have asked THAT question, although the answer is as I expected. There are some subjects that many are uncomfortable discussing but we can’t always stay in our comfort zone – especially if we expect to find the “treasure.”
        I plan on finding it but have learned to tread softly.
        Many may never hear me coming. LOL
        You have become a part of us here and we of you.
        I don’t believe you can just turn and walk away – do you really believe you can?

        • Wwwamericana,
          You are in “NO” way responsible for anything. Your question was a legitimate one that needed answered. Thank you for asking it, I was about to ask the same thing…lol
          IMO the correct solve will have something to do with life, death and the afterlife…. my solve includes all of them… as Forrest said ..

          “ My church is in the mountain along river bottoms where dreams and fantasies alike go to play”

          Yes, you guys are a part of me for sure… you don’t think I can walk away? And Do I believe I can?

          First off, I’m not walking away from the chase, I’m in it till it’s found or I die first…. I just cannot express my poetic thoughts as freely as I once could….
          I’ll still be around (maybe…lol)…

          Don’t feel bad in any way my friend.. your heart is where it should be…

          Until next time… see ya my friend…

          • Focused,
            Don’t be away long as you will be missed. I always enjoy your presence here and your thoughtful content.

            Warmest wishes as you take a break.

          • Thank you 42… your comments have always been appreciated…. have a great night… see ya my friend

          • Focused,

            www made a good point! It’s HIS fault. And Sheriff Billy. And myself. And many others.

            So what’s up doc? Maybe we should just pen about it?

            We don’t need no stinking cops! We got Focused!

            Maybe we should CAST some light out here and shape it into some enlightenment?

            Focused, I’ll sea ur frustration and raise ya a determination!

            IT’S ON! This weekend for me! I gotta grab my cap! Neon Lights will be the Title of mine.

            Shall we await guidance from the Great IRONHAND(Dal)? Ummmmmm……..
            If the Great IRONHAND doth not allow TheeThus enlightenment then we retreat and call Forrest!!

            Cuz Dal be A LOT INTIMIDATING!
            TRUE STORY!! Social distancing 4SHO!!!


      • I understand focused. Whole lotta snipin’ going on these days. Keep the faith. Take a break. If you ever do feel liike sharing, I’m sure there will be plenty of folks who will appreciate it. Take care, and take time to enjoy the little things As you go about your day, my friend..

      • Oh no! What did I miss?

        I don’t follow all the other threads, honestly some times
        I take a hiatus from it all.

        But always with the confidence I could come back here and see what my friends have been up to.

        Focused, I will miss your brilliant talent, spirit-rich voice and incredible warmth.

        I remember when Jdiggins started her break and hoped
        it would be temporary,,, and it was.

        Please post an addendum to your post. “For now”
        “For a bit” “Once upon a while”….

        Your friend,

        • Your words are warm and comforting 4rest4fend…. thank you… continue being yourself my friend, you have something many wish for… have a great night… see ya my friend

          • No. not tonight
            No moon bow in sight
            A teet’ring grayed knight
            Armour’s weight not too light.

            No “lightning” for a steed
            No tight’ning of the reigns
            The fleecing lamb bleeds
            Woolly white. Crimson stains.

            Excludes calming thought
            Mulling the bitter wine
            To a wise man’s lips brought
            Mouthing peace, in words divine.

            On shanks mare we rely
            To carry our flag into the fray
            To bullies “NUTS” we reply
            Happier yet to carry the day.

          • Beautiful ! ! …. 4rest4fend, you have a way with words my friend… keep penning..
            Until next time… see ya

          • 4rest4fend,

            That was way above my pay scale! I honestly didn’t know half of those words existed!

            But I like it. It has depth. And mystery. Pretty cool.


      • Hello Focused.

        In the words of Bill Withers:

        “Lean on me.
        When you’re not strong.
        I’ll be your friend.
        I’ll help you carry on.”

    • The pen went silent,
      As did the keys.
      Words once so reliant,
      Now frozen with unease.

      We’ll still see the sun shine,
      And feel the blow,
      But Focused words so benign,
      We’ll no longer know.

      Best wishes my friend!

  62. I know I joke around a lot
    But it’s just my nature
    All those lost times forgot
    Seeking a bigger stature

    Cry freedom cry it loud
    Cry me a deepened river
    I’ll help you become proud
    I’ll pull you from a conniver

    You swear your vengeance
    And apply it forthcoming
    Looking for any semblance
    Building off that shortcoming

    I keep forgiving those matters
    Cause that’s what they tell me
    Inside it’s like a strewn tatters
    Preying on a lesser tranquility

    I’m gonna pick it all up
    And mash it all together
    In the end that empty cup
    We’ll fill with another pleasure.

    Pauley T

  63. Oh no!
    I just got here
    This definitely blows
    I feel the tear
    That all of us knows
    Stay well and in good cheer
    Under the blossoming boughs.

    You will be deeply missed Focused.

  64. Snowman on a snowmobile
    Batman on a batmobile
    Rooster on a
    Quest to cease

    ( Dear Forrest, in case you have the misfortune of reading the above, here’s a rebate: the O is likely a Q for ‘esquire’. Hope it rings a bell. )

  65. Focused
    I break everything I touch!
    I hit the Chase in August and before Christmas I had me a (what I believe is a winning solve).
    Then, disease hit, we had locusts swarming, Australia/Amazon burning and panic buying to famine. The world seems to be ending in Biblical magnitude on my joining.
    I found one of my garden doves laid out last week and his lonely partner mourning by his side.
    My mother in law passed away Sunday.
    Then, you my friend, who appear to be the backbone of rhythmic splendour are leaving the party on my arrival.
    I must be cursed. I feel like throwing myself onto the fire and declaring myself witch bredrin.

    I read and enjoy your words, it will be a sad loss.

  66. This is for you wwwamericana… don’t tread lightly my friend, live upon solid ground and firmly by your word…. have a great day today and enjoy the little things as you go about it….. see ya my friend….

    “ One Voice “

    Two thousand any twenty years ago,

    In a dry and arid place.

    Mourners let their feelings show,

    As blood ran down his face.

    Caused by those, an evil choice,

    To mute his words of gold.

    To stop his true enlightened voice,

    And what the future holds.

    Though tattered, bruised and weak,

    Little air to make a sound.

    All mourners heard him speak,

    His voice rang all around.

    With soldiers man by man,

    And mourners on their knees.

    There in those arid sands,

    A voice for who believes.

    That was many years ago,

    His voice still heard today.

    Those arid sands, still gently blow,

    In that land so far away.

    His words will not be muted,

    By time, hate or disgrace.

    They’re firmly heard, but rooted,

    By the blood upon his face….

    By: Focused

    • Free Will and Testament

      Flowers circle the sacred tree
      To honor their sacred chief
      When words become poetry
      They’re sound as an oath to a thief.

      Imagination bests knowledge
      Like faith tests a heart
      Birthright traded for lentil porridge
      Trust’s been key from the start.

      And Focus Regained

  67. my one-time try at rhyme

    Two hearts in my chest, I´m twice
    One on quest to inner Reich
    One coming fourth in worldly sphere
    A bird of prey in empire air
    But sparrow on soiled Ground
    One unbound
    One not free
    One who needs to feel
    One who´s made of steel

    A thinker
    A tinker
    Thoughtless trickster
    And useless blister

    Ace of aces
    Ash to Ashes
    One who seeks
    One who flees

    A child with seeing eyes
    One who being annoys
    It bears
    It fears

    One with forgiveness
    One in speechlessness
    Someone who owns
    Someone who loans

    But planted miraculous seeds
    Brought up some silver trees
    It rumbles sounds and groans
    As it turns and sprouts and grows

    Once, boot on the ground
    And the other unbound
    Because it spills a well infinity
    On hard shell superficiality

    Good behaviors of the One
    Slowly invade the other´s run
    And at the golden horizon
    An unchained bird will rising

    The end, indeed
    One bead by bead
    Make it on the string
    As one single thing

    Then will sail the union ship
    Almost on a Moebius strip
    Empty holds, full mental gear
    Ports closed, hope will overbear

  68. I woke up this morning and heard the music.
    This is for Forrest. I think this sums things up for me.

    “Feeling Good” by Nina Simone

    Birds flying high, you know how I feel
    Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
    Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel

    It’s a new dawn
    It’s a new day
    It’s a new life for me, yeah
    It’s a new dawn
    It’s a new day
    It’s a new life for me, ooh
    And I’m feeling good

    Fish in the sea, you know how I feel
    River running free, you know how I feel
    Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel

    It’s a new dawn
    It’s a new day
    It’s a new life for me
    And I’m feeling good

    Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don’t you know?
    Butterflies all havin’ fun, you know what I mean
    Sleep in peace when day is done, that’s what I mean
    And this old world is a new world
    And a bold world, for me

    Stars when you shine, you know how I feel
    Scent of the pine, you know how I feel
    Oh, freedom is mine
    And I know how I feel

    It’s a new dawn
    It’s a new day
    It’s a new life for me

    I’m feeling good!

    Listen to it hear and cheer up your day.

      • I always like the original versions and thought the nostalgia might resonate better with ff, but yes Michael Buble’s version brought this back to life with a spark.

  69. How long is a rope, how deep is your hope
    When after ten blind years the writ is a trope?
    Future participle of your “look what I made”
    For a soul is a ripple right by a cascade

    • MostFowl,

      Your screen name, makes me chuckles! You must bee running a Forrest fever.

      Enjoyed your pen and I enjoyed your hope.


  70. Hello there
    Open your ear
    Get off your chair
    Jump out into the air
    Now that spring is here
    Let’s make it simply clear
    Don’t outrun a chasing bear
    Get home to the one that’s dear
    Make sure to listen to Forrests care
    Give a friend a hand to support and share
    Promise to find that Brown home and swear
    Walk soft and smooth don’t go anywhere to dare
    Be wise in there when you’re lookin for what is where
    If you find it and get on TV be sure to fix your messy hair!

    Pauley T

    By Madeline Scott

    I’m a fat little rat
    With a pack on my back
    And I stride far and wide
    With my eyes as my guide

    Found a shell with a crack
    Got a nail, got a tack
    Here’s a ring and some string
    And a shriveled up thing

    O a knife and a fork and a spoon-io
    All found by the light of the moon-io

    Buttons, snaps, bottle caps
    Piece of bone, little stone
    Could be dull, could be shiny
    Even cactus sharp and spiny

    Owl feathers, strips of leather
    In hot or cold or rainy weather
    I’m always seeking out the treasure
    That gives a rat that special pleasure

    O a knife and a fork and a spoon-io
    All found by the light of the moon-io

  72. Yorkshire Tawkers!

    Some tawk becoss they think they’re born,
    Wi’ such a lot o’ wit.
    Some seem to tawk to let fowk know,
    They’re born wi’out a bit.
    Some tawk in hopes at what they say,
    May help there fellow men;
    But tha’ most that tawk just tawk becoss
    They like to hear themsen!

  73. Folkmanis,

    I’m still laughing! Without a doubt, you peeps are killing it! I’m serious when I say this…y’all are a creative bunch of fun.

    Well done and we’ll catch ya on the flip side-io!


  74. Isolation
    Ain’t nuttin’ new to me
    Is the way I am free
    Free to think
    On my own
    Sink on my own
    Stink on my own
    Just another day
    Thinking away
    Waiting to play
    Pretty soon
    Isolation will be

    Just goofing guys…back to work I go…

      • He says he needs the chair
        He says he has a blank stare
        Well I say
        have a seat
        Right there
        I’ll strap you in
        Wipe off that grin
        Do not despair
        I’ll dial you in
        You’ll be good as new
        Or maybe better
        Your mind will chew
        On every letter
        Rhymes will fly
        From your pen
        You’ll be versing
        Lips pursing
        Blank stare reversing
        And you will swear
        I even changed
        Your color hair!

        Just goofing with ya DTakaRS
        Have a great day!

        • I’m feeling the vibe
          Catching the tide
          I’m diggin the groove
          Even if I lose
          Flying high
          Touching the sky
          Can’t wait for more
          Oh crap
          Gotta go to the store
          But I don’t care
          Cause I got
          Rainbow colored hair!

          Thanks jdiggins!

  75. Sometimes you hit a wall
    And realize what you desire
    Is not Fenn gold after all.
    Good friend’s health is dire
    Covid causing many to fall.
    Not ready for a heavenly Choir,
    Life – the most precious treasure of all.

  76. Yesterday´s sundrop
    Went to today´s Snow flock
    We´re facing a changing the laws
    Nothing is the way it is or was
    All that was away is suddenly close
    Everything what frozen is, flows
    Have lost some things, which have just won
    But that what could be reach, is suddenly gone

    The Neighbor so far, is fading in dense
    We had enlarged the distance immense
    When free running dogs don´t getting the puzzle
    Why all the people wearing suddenly muzzle
    In empty parks, abandoned streets and places
    It doesn´t matter if the stupid call out to Aces
    When there is no one left who stomps
    The Nature taking back what it belongs

    We´re awkwardly trying with our sleeves
    To open up door-handles without any keys
    In times where a lot on the other way works
    It seems we can raise a treasure of words
    As we can pull out our tongue flower
    Let us sing with our heart´s power
    The hidden comes out and shows
    That thin breath that now stormy blows
    It´s all like a desert that went to a source
    Nothing is as it is or was
    Nothing is as it will or shines
    In these frightening times
    Timid tones and lovely calls change with alarm
    What do they want, to help or to harm

  77. Yesterday´s sundrop
    Went to today´s Snow flock
    We´re facing a changing the laws
    Nothing is the way it is or was
    All that was away is suddenly close
    Everything what frozen is, flows
    Have lost some things, which have just won
    And that what could be reach, is suddenly gone

    The Neighbor so far, is fading in dense
    We had enlarged the distance immense
    When free running dogs don´t getting the puzzle
    Why all the people wearing suddenly muzzle
    In empty parks, abandoned streets and places
    It doesn´t matter if the stupid call out to Aces
    When there is no one left who stomps
    The Nature taking back what it belongs

    We´re awkwardly trying with our sleeves
    To open up door-handles without any keys
    In times where a lot on the other way works
    It seems we can raise a treasure of words
    As we can pull out our tongue flower
    Let us sing with our heart´s power
    The hidden comes out and shows
    That thin breath that now stormy blows
    It´s all like a desert that went to a source
    Nothing is as it is or was
    Nothing is as it will or shines
    In these frightening times
    Timid tones and lovely calls change with alarm
    What do they want, to help or to harm

  78. Start with a beginning, where middle waters’ end,
    Drive down the canyon to Brown’s famous bend.

    Tie up a paddle boat and return to attend
    The weighted waxed beauties; a future dividend

    Paddle along where grass water’s blend
    Stop at HIS creek and begin to ascend

    Hike up to where best memories dead-end
    Go in below where wood and rocks descend

    Once inside, all just as penned
    Lie there ,in peace, and eternity spend

  79. 42, forty, foolish bird, and copperhead
    Thank you for the words above
    Your names combined sound right
    Like the title of a book
    A good story made they might
    Make you take a second look
    There may be something of a tale
    On the pages at home of dal!

  80. Dear Forrest

    Do you think you can do me a favor
    I’m just lookin for something to savor
    How about a comforting story or two
    I’m not asking for help or even a clue

    Times are tough right now ya see
    I think we all need a kind place to be
    Your stories seem to sooth us properly
    As a child feels from someone fatherly

    It’d be great to hear of that day of secret
    Or about your mom and flowers she cut
    There’s always a type of cautionary tale
    Can they take it the ones who are frail

    I wanna imagine and dream just a little bit more
    Maybe open some windows and even a door
    I wanna experience that desire and go explore
    Hoping to hear a story that won’t make me snore. 🙂

    Pauley T

  81. A label put in kind
    For those of a piece of mind,
    Fair they travel and far they roam
    The eyes of a wanderer’s rest at home,

    Certain of nothing we persistently sway
    Just in time to keep the thoughts at bay,
    Put your hand out and grasp
    What but such a simple task,

    I do read and I do right
    And to be sure we don’t always sleep at night,
    Before a certain way is nothing to see
    Everything revealed right in front of me,

    I laugh to myself and this wonderful tune
    Broken backs just under the moon,
    Corsair and how I dare
    Jump in melody with my wetly hair,

    – On the spot,

  82. Forrest, you have taught
    To me, more
    Than all I forgot
    From school before
    You inspire my thought
    And urge my core
    To explore a lot
    And learn to soar!

    Thank you forrest!

  83. “In God We Trust” our nation’s refrain
    Like Ike let us retain
    Respect above earthly gain
    On eagle’s wings from squabbles let’s refrain.

    Hopefully our enterprise maintains
    The spirit our declaration explains
    Founders took great pains
    Said faith was key to release old chains.

    Tyrants mortal and other
    Want hate to be our mother
    Kindness will this fire smother
    As we love to care for one another.

  84. To add to your great thoughts 4rest4fend,

    “In God We Trust” may we ever remain,
    Our earthly time not to be spent in vain,
    That our temporal needs we may ever sustain,
    Through these troubled times may we all be sane.

    A higher, kinder world to obtain,
    The less power we give to our own bane,
    Giving hope, help and love with no restrain,
    Being what we should as humans, humane.

    Our freedom on amber waves of grain,
    Forever our precious liberty attain,
    Those who test us we will never entertain,
    That upon our own soil our blood will never stain.

  85. I was trying to think of my most favorite thing,
    But don’t own a historic peace pipe or an emerald ring.

    I have never been awarded a medal for bravery,
    And I have no treasures of gold, or silver, or ivory.

    And I don’t possess any bronzes or rare works of art,
    Is there something in this world in which I would never part?

    If you eliminate people and pets or the joy a family can bring,
    I suppose my good health would be my most favorite thing!

  86. Begin at dawn, sounds like a plan.
    Reach our goal anyway we can.
    Family adventure is one for the take.
    Keep ALL safe, for everyone’s sake!

  87. I prefer flowers,
    Wish I had superpowers
    To cache the stench
    That was so close to my clench.
    The jokers at bay
    Having a play,
    I’m laughing out loud
    Surely I’ll be put in a shroud.
    So I’ll heed the sign
    Listen and divine,
    Take it in stride
    With all by my side.

  88. *
    Why oh why do feathers fall
    My dearest dear a poet’s call,
    Down and scant across forest floor
    I but ask a second more,

    Do I see or do I touch
    What’s the difference when we can’t feel that much,
    Oh but darling I’m always here
    Just come on down no need to fear,

    Gold! such can’t be no much far to bold.
    But wait yes maybe do as I do be told
    Forever be clever you see
    But never not ever with me.


  89. “what makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well”
    * -The little Prince*

    somewhere hopefully but too far too tell,
    Does that ring a bell?
    succumbed to the mist, a cloud of treasurely gale
    we all in search, but to no avail
    ^_- Matthew

    • Frenzy, my wandering friend, I enjoy your words! Shrouded in mystery they force me to stretch. Beautifully penned and pungent too!

  90. An Acrostic Chase, Quickly Down

    Forrest, I hear you now…
    Over that Crystal Radio in my mind.
    Reading everything you ever wrote or said,
    Remembering the timber and cadence of your voice,
    Eyes on your eyes…crinkling at the corners,
    Seeing beyond your words to what lies beneath.
    To watch you in your mirth is pure joy.

    Finding your treasure is not what this is about…
    Even though its worth might save me.
    Not looking for a handout, but a hand up,
    Never wishing for riches, but for a hope that long endures.

    – Lisa Cesari

  91. I’m not write
    I’m not perfect
    I’ve been wrong
    In this song,

    Boo blue for chu
    I’m a ghost
    Not a sightly host,

    maybe in time,
    not today
    led astray,

    haha how funny your song
    it ain’t that long,
    no but just rite, 4 tonight
    nom take two bite

    kids play
    horses neigh,
    but I guess
    I just say,

    oh tell forever
    a lite fefver
    a dreamly man
    Forrest yes I can

    -Shower thoughts

  92. “View from the top”
    (Wherever that is)

    It’s hearts that matter
    Not the loud chatter,
    Garments can deceive
    But all is at ease.

    • As they would say in Spanish, “la vista desde arriba”
      I feel so fancy saying that I might as well pour a cup of Melaleuca alternifolia.

      Ouch I burnt my tongue
      I say through my spit flung
      I’m so mad at the tea
      I pull the little string up and throw it to sea

  93. Upon the stump I now do sit,
    pondering thoughts of where I went;
    tomorrow beckons a wondrous call,
    adventures ahead for one and all.

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