Poetry Blogs (adventure)
We will once again smell that hot humid air
As we descend below the suns glare.
Those warm beaches of foreign lands,
Where our feet dissolve into the golden sands.
We will once again step into this evanescent reality,
And treasure its timeless beauty
Scaling the towering peaks
Capturing moments as we speak,
We will once again canoe down a meandering river,
Tuesday 9th February 2021 4:22 pm
California or bust.
Cruising the Mother Road,
guided by Arizona skies.
Soaring with the Eagles,
ZZ Top, and Dr. Hook.
Laughing with hitchhikers,
like long-lost friends.
Waving out the window,
to Albuquerque wind.
Strawberry wine, french kisses,
love on the horizon.
Smell of freedom,
between dust and rain.
Life never felt so Grand,
Wednesday 16th December 2020 2:59 am
Who Am I? And where do I belong?
Where do I go right? Where did I go wrong?
Was it real or fake love I was shown all along?
Am I really that mentally tough & strong?
If I fail, Will I momentairly freeze or stay froze?
Will I dig up a pile of dirt in my back yard & find a bunch of diamonds & gold?
Or am I to die a failure, lonely, & old?
This the type of mindset the old me was ...
Tuesday 15th December 2020 6:44 am
Hurdling moral barriers,
past caution flags of life,
towards red lights,
to feel alive,
in your second brain,
through collapsed veins,
lost in the now,
while consequences growl,
like a tornado.
Tuesday 16th June 2020 10:51 pm
There's a big iron bell on the roof of the barn
that is used to call men from wherever they are:
from the fields, from mending the fences
from tending the cows in distant pastures.
There's a boy who likes adventure,
to find interesting places and things.
He likes to explore different places alone,
to go wherever he will near home.
Call him home from the forest, farm bell.
Call him bac...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 5:30 pm
Once there was a tree frog, green as green can be.
He liked to sing on summer nights whenever it was wet.
His voice seemed much too loud for such a little frog.
He spent his day seeking juicy bugs to eat;
with his clever tongue he quickly found a meal.
One October he was looking for adventure.
He climbed a large camellia bush
and found a tiny opening in a window screen.
Monday 30th March 2020 1:12 pm
I have always been a whole person
Please don’t let what I now describe convince you otherwise
But I left the other part of me in foreign country
I love the way he says my name
With words and phrases I have heard before
But those that have not enlightened me until now
I can breathe around him, more than mere survival
I met him in a world where sum...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:19 pm
The light inside me shining,
Butterflies are flying.
My nerves are at their peak,
The thought makes me weak.
Like climbing a mountain,
The reward will feel so great.
The aches and pains keep shouting,
"Turn back," but it's too late.
All the pain is worth it.
At the top is where you see,
The beauty of the mountain
and all it's scenery.
Nature is amazing,
A type of therapy.
Thursday 22nd December 2016 7:49 pm
It’s the boy from the bus again
He seems so alone in his mind
I don’t know him at all
But I need to do something about this
I grabbed him by the hand
Look him in the eyes and say
I want to take you on an adventure with me
Where we can get away from these city lights
An awesome journey
Of just two people
Discovering the true meaning of life and music
Tuesday 5th January 2016 10:53 pm
The smell of a new adventure is in the air
As the sun awakes from its slumber
I can't stay in this quiet room today
There’s a whole world to discover
My foot out the door
Time for me to break out
I’ve been living behind these four walls for too long
Every day I see people live their lives
While I’m sitting here inside my mind
But I'm tired of being in this room...
Sunday 3rd January 2016 10:19 pm
Dream of a nation, they built a big airship for Arctic exploration. Things went so well, taking a plethora of readings and photographs till a head wind sprung up. They used most of the fuel battling the wind. Serious technical trouble followed. This would go downhill, fast.
Ripping fabric, torn envelope. Smashed control cabin forlorn on the ice. Many dead and injured...
Sunday 22nd September 2013 4:16 pm
Before She Came (The Girl From Kansas)
before she came
I stood here
for what seemed
with a blood red sun
setting behind me
my head full
of nothing more
a hole in my chest
come rain or shine
my only fear
that crows might see
Saturday 22nd June 2013 2:02 pm
scrape across brittle landscapes
on freshly overtoasted slices of multigrain loaves
each lumpy mound of spreadable dairy
refuses to swathe evenly, amicably
momentary paralysis plagues
this expedition many times over
without consolation or apology
Monday 3rd January 2011 12:00 am