Best Adventurehope Poems
The tempest rages, tossing longboats high -
It’s better than a ‘straw death’ way to die.
But is the cause the writhing Midgard snake?
Are Aegir and his Maidens wide awake?
Is Aegir lurking, planning a surprise,
To clutch at us, with glee in his old eyes?
I scan for nixies, undines, and mermaids,
And hope we reach the land to savour raids.
Next, comes the singing of the Lorelei:
Ignore her voice if you don’t want to die!
As storms subside, just sea spray makes us wet.
Beware! Ran may be waiting with her net -
She’d hope to drag us down to her stronghold;
To buy our comfort there, we carry gold.
So on and on we sail ‘til we sight land,
As guided by the mighty Odin’s hand.
And there I’ll fight: a hero’s death for me.
Next stop Valhalla flown by Valkyr!
That kid I saw in Rio,
I can’t forget him,
He hung on my arm, amidst overpriced, flashy hotels,
Past the nightclubs and dazzling neon lights,
That draws tourists like flies to a cottage porch light,
……..
The mix of poor and rich, lined the corners and formed the scenery,
In a city of black and white, no shade of gray,
He was following me, but where did he stay?
Was it in the Favela?
His eyes told me it was far away from the twinkle of riches,
His voice spoke of urgent desperation,
Sir, sir, he said, with subtle hope and aspiration….
To see a kinder world, than the one he’s seen so far,
To hope for so much more, to reach up for the stars,
. …….
Of all the versions of hello, I’ve singed into my mind,
Through all the coasts I’ve moored, and all the docks my ship has lined,
Where body language bridged the gap with those from distant lands,
When the unknown caused uncertain fear in greeting fellow man,
Amidst the seas that roared as if the hand of God propelled them,
There's that kid I saw in Rio, and I'll be damned if I forget him.
THE NEW KID.
I hope I will be welcomed here.
I am 15. ((((((( < ---not 15 anymore 17 …
I hear all ages are permitted
My mother told me to do something different
With my life.
Here I am.
Hope to survive
I will try hard to use my brain another way.
My poetry will not be outstanding.
Maybe not even read.
Till than I hope to make new friends
Pease and love to all
Phil J.
Vyonie (left a year ago)
From life she rode the chariot down
Escaped through death a spirit found
The hound did bay till she turned round
The dog was hers a welcome sound
Released from pain and suffering
Cancers bloody awful sting
To fly without the angels wing
Be here be gone be everything
For life is but a harsh cocoon
Deaths butterfly enjoys the tune
To float unto the stars the moon
4 it fulfils the weavers loom….
.....but then.....
2look in vain 4 answers....
2 love and sometimes fail....
2wait until the sunrise....
comes sunset no avail.....
2 hope till u r weary....
but hope cast down again....
my eyes are getting bleary...
and the writer just asks when...
It touches the heart
It reaches the soul
to die and to part
till resurection makes us whole
Don Johnson
She said she would be up in the beams of the Roma church of England.
Vyonie worked in the country town at the Roma radio station and managed it.
She fought 3 years the good fight, the local pub wouldn't take her money for the wake
she organized.
Welcome Dane Anne
to our humble abode
We hope it's to your liking
we hope that your home
but while your here
lets look around
OMG
there Phyliss
I wonder
what in the world
is she doing here
well excuse me please
she say's it's
a private matter
into a room we go
and no sooner than
I closed the door
out ran Phyliss
Pall Mall
and out the front door
with out turnning back
Sorry Dane Anne
for the intrusion
Oh my what did she say
and I looked at Dane Anne
with a smile
she said "Tag"
And now my dear
I must do the same
Here's your "Tag"
now your it
now it's your turn
to play the game
(Turkey day fun form Phyliss Babcock to john to Dane Anne)