crimson squirrel, adventurous summer
bought a book said, 'your life could be calmer~'
so in peaceful delight
he read day into night,
didn't gather nuts (his autumn bummer).
The Adventurer
The Adventurer
No, I tell you, Elon Musk, I will not
Go to Mars, it is dry, and has pink nights
and wind-blown days
Settlers will live in caves without
dogs and cats to make life on Mars
livable without caresses
No, Musk, I refuse to go unless your
assurances the cave living will be
temporary and live will last forever
I have found a planet that is lefty
Where right is left and left is right
with a teddy bear for every child
A thousand ships through the dark nights sail,
to mysterious lands and adventurous trails.
With a thirst for life, I cannot rest,
when one is finished, there comes another quest.
I travel many paths into the unknown,
with each path completed, I know I’ve grown.
Though dangers lurk at most every turn,
I sense I’m protected; I have no concern.
I try new things all the time,
I’ve never seen a mountain I’d not try to climb.
Life is for living so bring it on,
I’ve never been broken except for a bone.
I’ll keep on a traveling across the seven seas,
Enjoying the adventure, and the ocean’s breeze.
The Adventurer
I don't know any famous people maybe I have met famous people who keep their fame hidden like Madonna who lives in Lisbon, near enough for me to say if someone who doesn't know the place, Madonna is my neighbor.
I know of a man who has been living in Laos and Vietnam for some time, he paints a wonderful picture of the people, wort's and all and he drinks beeraloo cold from the freezer
When I was young and a seaman, the problem was when
The ship birthed was to get time off from work to explore the hinterland and not sit in a down-at-heel bar
drinking with whores, waking up in a pink-painted room
worrying about venereal illness and if the dick is falling off. Going back onboard in the morning light feeling
absolutely pissed off facing another day of long hours and in the evening settling for a book, reading pages upon pages not concentrating, sighing, putting shoes on, and walk
back to the bar with garish colors and cheap perfume.
I swear, I will pack a bag with all my medicines, go to Laos and drink beerallo and eat real food, and be charmed by naturally gracious women
Walking tall and high .
Reaching for the sky.
Her favorite pose .
Is bending over and pause.
She can look straight in the eyes.
But preferred to be slapped ,thrown down spreading thighs.
A combination of a master and a slave.
An adventurer and a cave.
26 Aug 2021
The whirling Dervish leaves fell…
Clouds of reindeer from the kebab
House as well, in deepest down town
Camberwell …a Turkish Christmas
…he announced
“Come and hunt wolves in the Caspian
Mountains with my uncle” he said….
I declined …keen to protect the wolves
And my reputation as a liberal
Damn...what a fool I was:
Death of Tom Horn Adventurer
Tramping across wide open countryside
Looking for perfect place so I can hide
Free man I once was and used to be
Now everyone has been searching for me.
A henchman, big bandit and robber all
Who accepted adventure's carefree call
At fourteen furiously away form home ran
Knowing I now had become a mighty man.
Practiced shootin' until perfect all day long
And soon became both quick and strong
Setting out with gun strapped to my side
Headed to town I where I started to ride.
Slowly started walking up to a brash bar
And there I saw a bright shining star
Now in my site will be dead by tonight
I'll gun him down with sheer delight
There he was walking down the street
Will shot and send bullet for him to meet
Quickly could tell he fell to the ground
After my pistol's loud, crashing sound.
When I tried getting get away was too late
My death here now I will quietly await
One rider less horse was seen set free
His silhouette hangs silently from a tree.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
I am told,
that when I was not very old,
in diapers, as a matter of fact.
I was bold,
definitely too young to scold,
to young to know how to act.
I was alone
at the start and in my zone,
while mom had a chore to do.
I got prone,
up on the mantle, diaper blown.
From the floor to there, was poo.
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From the chair arm to the chair back,
to the book case, to the mantle. Needless
to say I don’t own up to any memory of this.
Aug 15 2010 For Catie's "baby boo" contest
Adventurer
At a ridiculously early age he learned right from wrong
Thus to the world an adventurer called Eddie Sang came along
Although a bit on the lean side he'd always fight for those weaker
For those very meek at heart and lacking of voice he would be their speaker
Is it stupid or wrong to fight for a smile putting others before oneself?
In a world without heroes if we all ceased to care, then tell me what do we have left?
He would never hesitate to punch a bully in the face for picking on geeks and nerds
That guy's crazy! Mucho loco! Just plain nuts were the many whispers and words
The closed fist turned into the open hand which was surely a better way
A peace, contentment and tolerance to all is a new age adventurer's life today.
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