Energized by the rustic cave
it's cold moist nature calling
echoes gurgling from within its depth
dark algae clinging to its walls
the water slowly trinkling into pools
shimmering like gold specks
a delight for any adventurist
diving into its depth
Categories:
adventurist, adventure,
Form: Free verse
The one who dipped his hands in the till
Adventurist misdemeanour discovered
That waywardness create no anxiety
We smoothened ruffled feathers
We found our mind and heart tranquil
To be truthful we surprised ourself
But why not forgive and forget
Love is God’s healing elixir
Categories:
adventurist, forgiveness, love,
Form: Free verse
Down long lonesome roads of life, I traveled
only resting when I've grown weak and weary
or stumbling on memory lanes, pea graveled
that cause my mournful eyes to become teary.
My life is a library of memorable adventures.
I look back on those that brought me sorrows,
notwithstanding the rough and rocky ventures,
I’ve always looked forward to brighter morrows.
Courage always serves me as a faith restorer.
Then I'm off on another journey in which I pretend
that I'm a brave adventurist, a vagabond explorer,
hoping to discover serenity around the next bend.
Life offers us many of those up-and-down times,
but I have reached the crest of the highest hills --
sat there, meditated, and wrote poetic rhymes,
about sorrow's depth and how happiness fulfills.
I've learned how to be both malleable and shrewd,
relying on my senses and what nature will provide.
Life can be felicitous, and if I have the right attitude
I will accept my optimism to be a trusted guide.
October 3, 2022
[a collaboration of Jenna Logan and L Milton Hankins]
Categories:
adventurist, adventure, life,
Form: Rhyme
Down long lonesome roads of life, I traveled
only resting when I've grown weak and weary
or stumbling on memory lanes, pea graveled
that cause my mournful eyes to become teary.
My life is a library of memorable adventures.
I look back on those that brought me sorrows,
notwithstanding the rough and rocky ventures,
I’ve always looked forward to brighter morrows.
Courage always serves me as a faith restorer.
Then I'm off on another journey in which I pretend
that I'm a brave adventurist, a vagabond explorer,
hoping to discover serenity around the next bend.
Life offers us many of those up-and-down times,
but I have reached the crest of the highest hills --
sat there, meditated, and wrote poetic rhymes,
about sorrow's depth and how happiness fulfills.
I've learned how to be both malleable and shrewd,
relying on my senses and what nature will provide.
Life can be felicitous, and if I have the right attitude
I will accept my optimism to be a trusted guide.
[a collaboration of Jenna Logan and L Milton Hankins]
Written October 3, 2022
[My thanks to Jenna for
initiating this little venture!]
Categories:
adventurist, adventure, life, uplifting,
Form: Quatrain
MY BROTHER, MY BEST FRIEND, MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR John Francis Lyons-
He is and adventurist artist
He is of military admiration
He is from the heart and soul beautiful
He is more than a mere friend
He is poet non vocal favorite singer(s) Johnny Cash and The Beetles
He is the one who walk me to kindergarten
He is just nine months older than I was...
He is strong, silent weak yet kind
He is personable passionate
He my brother, my friend, next door neighbor John Francis Lyons
2/4/2020
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
a SIMILE POEM Style
Categories:
adventurist, appreciation, bereavement, best friend,
Form: Free verse