Best Adventureme Poems
STRAWBERRY
Can you feel the warmness of the sun,
reflecting off the red tones of my hair.
The sun touching the edge of my toes!
My seasons true nature ignited by a layer of flares.
Can you feel the stars shine for me at night?
While the moon beams a color of envy.
Can you see me lost underneath the crimson tide in the clouds.
Some where out there my eyes wonder for you.
Can you feel the fresh bruise in my strawberry heart?
As it bleeds every day just for you!
Wondering if life can ever be sweet like sugar and glue.
Crying under the night and its skies is how it would seem.
Lost in a midnight red field in a forever dream.
Can you feel the texture of my wounds?
They feel rugged like rocky mountain sour berries.
Covered in daiquiri as I drown under the rivers current.
Attracting canaries to enjoy my wild strawberries.
Can you feel the wings of my broken dreams?
Here I am falling off the cliff and the feeling of love.
Abandoned like a batch of strawberries for its flaws.
Do you see me standing with a sad look.
Can I show you all them hammer hits I took.
That will be the end of story, to my book.
How my strawberries have beauty that you over looked.
by; p.d.
Just like football I am waiting ,
on the side line,
To go up on the field,
Yes we are playing Goodooga,
Aboriginal big guys, tough as steel.
Here comes Albert racing faster,
Trotting down the bloody wing,
Gotta stop him, take him head on,
Hit his ankles, the hurting thing .
Fell him like a big old tree,
Pot belly lands on me ,
I’m a still a seeing stars,
Shadow sparring,
all round me ,
Get up you silly Galah.
So there I was out on the wing ,
Waiting for a pass to me.
Intercept, Albert's a coming ,
he passes ball, dodges see .
Just a few of broken arms,
Black eyes worn with pride.
Rugby Leage what a battle ,
Carry the ball through the other side.
Running for the other goal,
Sidestepped Albert, got there see.
Not a bloody forward pass, (illegal)
Planted it between the trees.
At 17 I was in an interstate game,
between Dirranbandi n Goodooga, we lost. (shame)
Loud Screammmms
Huge Smiles
Wind beating me so hard
Then
J
U
M
P
OMGosh!!!
Can you feel anymore alive?!
Wind pushing me upwards
Gravity pulling me down
Total EXHILIRATION!!!
The board strapped to my feet allows me some control
and I zoom through the sky arms outstretched
Catching clouds instead of waves
Wind, its' power!
I scream, I squeal
Reeling from pure joy
Smile plastered on my face
Eyes opened wide
I swirl a loop and it catches my stomach
and I feel like a kid
Every part of my being is in this moment
I AM ALIVE!!!
Balancing on a plank miles above terra firma
Living in the blue sky, wide open freedom
No rules, No boundaries
SPEED
The fierceness of experiencing such a heightened sense
of consciousness, an awareness of every part of your being
Being Alive
AND
damn glad to be alive
It's all good
~written for Ms Moses contest~
Cougar trouble
In 98 I was free again,
Thanks to wife stealing cousin Wayne.
At work the boss was an older chick,
Who moved on me, so very quick.
Though I had found other ladies great,
And was a dating several called mate,
Two ladies were there at work,
One married chick, who called me jerk.
It was hard to concentrate.
The Cougar kept me back one night,
Seduced me once, and it was nice.
Until I spoke of other girls,
Venom surfaced, plates were hurled,
What would be your advice.
Woman scorned, she did her best,
To move me on, till I had left,
No longer even Cougar blest.
Moved on to new horizons.
A History Of One Day Poetry Contest
Don Johnson
Me name is Daniel Morgan
There’s a thousand pounds on me head
Just me and me native lad
We upset the Traps,
the silly chaps,
Gawd strike me dead.
The Traps were camping ,
on the green old lagoon.
Me n Billy shot a few
Had em squealing like a loon,
In New South Wales,
after noon.
Mad Dog Morgan is me name,
Bushranging is me plurry game,
With my pistol you will bail up,
Some say I’m really quite insane,
Some wont give me up,
either?
So they shot me in the throat,
An here I lie a dying,
Cut off me bloody head ,
Gawd strike me dead,
Police desk, me skull, a lying.
Scrotum for tobacco pouch.
For Victoria’s top Policeman,
Pretty prize,
yes dead or alive,
Don’t be sad n blue, a grieving {about 1865)
Don Johnson
This Irish guy had lots of support,
From the ex convict’s n Aussie sports ,
Deported Irish of all sorts
Not really, not surprising!
Give me the attention i need
baby
Im craving you for my sanity
Ill be a naughty girl baby
Do anything you ask of me
Given me the attention i need
baby
Show me i exist
Your driving me insane baby
With your lack of interest
Im begging for my need baby
I can feel it deep inside
Its more than sexual
exploration
Its more than one quick ride
Im beggin for your attention
baby
I got nothin to hide
I was called Life and I gave
gifts away
Till they came and asked for
better pay
I was called Religion and I gave
them hope
Till they came along and said
they could cope
I was called Goodwill and I
gave the poor time
Till they came along with smiles
full of lime
I was called Knowledge and I
told them to learn
Till they left the books on the
bonfire to burn
I was called Imagination and I
taught them to think
Till they brought the Red Flag
and washed me down the sink
I was called Purity and I told
them their scope
Till they gave into their loins
and learned how to grope
I was called Pain and from me
they learned Fear
Till they detained and tortured
without shedding a tear
I was called Evil and I gave
them choice
Till they turned to me and
adorned me with poise.
I was called Death and I
brought them on
Till they forgot and labelled me
Demon's Spawn
I was their God, and now I am
dead
Surely they don't seem like
they want me instead?
when i come into your space, all the pain and touble that i was
experiencing fades away. when i gaze upon your radiant beauty i am
reminded of the beauty that can only be within the palace of nobility and
woven from the finest of silk.
indeed, tender dove you give me so much peace when you encourage me. when you
smile i forget about all my misfortunes and i become liken unto a lion at play.
only God Almighty, could have fashion your loving heart and thoughtfulness.
if there be a raging turbulence upon the shores of my life, i can just think of the
photo in my mind of your illuminating smile, and a calm and peace cometh upon the
shores of my life. you are more sweeter then the pomergranate fruit. you remind me of
the frankenscent that only rest within the chambers of a princess place.
laura make a smile for me, because lately a smile from you will chase my blues
away. a smile from, you will cause me to think i did'nt loose. a smile from you brings
such a sweet and everlasting truth. just for the love of you, thank you Lauraq Smile.
Form:
Exhiliration comes (thanks dad)
Cassius Clay in his day,
quick as lightning he did thunder,
watch him fight,
an awesome sight,
Great Boxer,
one man wonder.
At 4 I had a bully sure
Murphy was me a slapping.
Dad taught me fisticuffs the cure,
Murphy was no longer rapping.
A bouncing in the Valley some,
Keeping bad guys out the door,
3 guys wanted me to fight,
So I said “oh for sure.”
As we got outside,
One jumped to punch at me,
I ducked his punch ,
Dislodged his lunch ,
An he was on the floor.
His mate grabbed me,
So I slammed this guy ,
Into the bloody wall.
But he’d rise and grab at me,
Never punched him, not at all,
Just slammed and slammed on he.
3 knock downs of the bigger guy
He just kept arising , (tough bugger)
Twice for the middle guy
And the third,
Off the wall was enterprising.
Exhiliration comes,
when you have won the fight.
Lebanese mates came to help,
The three were put to flight.
Well I guess i do posses the makings of a brawler,
and with the fairer sex perhaps a little crawler,
so come n visit me at least then in your mind,
and passion slips between your thighs ....
oh no no no never mind ....Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name Give Thanks
Eco Thunder
Got me horse on the footpath ,
Old Thunder ain’t lightening quick,
Keeps me lawn a mowing down,
And leaves me them manura bricks.
Has his nosebag chaff n oats,
Oats for power is the trick,
Good company in the house,
Chomped the rug a little bit.
Have me Aussie Kneepad saddle,
Pads to keep you in a bit.
Don’t need protection, horse on guard ,
To kick n bite and strike halfwits.
Cheap to run at half a gallop,
Don’t jig jog the natural gait,
Aussie horses walk ,trot, canter,
Less kidney trouble old mate.
Horses had homing control,
Took the drunkards home with care,
If you got lost in the horse paddock,
Let him take you home ,
yes you’d get there.
Robb A. Kopp
Contest Name Eco-friendly Vehicles
Steamed Ferret
Very steamy hot thoughtful stuff
get me hotter sure enough
getting hard to keep it down
feral ferret will swim or drown
would you like to eat a chop
as i'm fumbling at your top
lamb is good but tiddley's better
cannot get the catch unfetter
can we have a cuddle now
moving closer to the chow
tween your thighs I could slip
panties dinna wanna slip
things are damp its getting harder
no way to get between
in a rotten Russian Lada
gear stick jabs me so obscene
finally i'm in the passion pit
plunging driven just to it!
yes i'll make you moan a bit
but i'm only dreaming :)
Don Johnson
Yes Trace :)
perhappenchance
How a dog feels when his neutered
And the vet is undisputed
And the Shiela’s cut you dead
with icy glaze
Coventry uninviting
Really not exciting
Hard eyes are a biting
Should I say
Quick as lightning’s frosty feelings
Inside her head is wheeling
Thoughts of hate now revealing
Petty jealousy
this sunny day
Computer talks and rattles
And the flirting tale a tattles
And it’s not me he prattles
Never never, can I say
I’m only a computer
I’m not the bloody suitor
So switch me off an leave me
Keyboard’s stricken to obey
But time will maybe soften
My sweet comes back to me
As I try to push the misery away
To dodge the loathsome glance
Get a smile perchance
get my sweetie back
Some other bloody way……perhappenchance?
Don Johnson 18-may-11
Going bush
So I suppose if the world explodes
With war and misery
I will go bush,
Atom bombs will push
Me away from the great city
Return to the fiftys lifestyle
Box of matches an a pocketknife
To live off the land
Be home again
Mongst Rabbit n Roo
without strife
Eat old sheep,
a feed for a week
Shrimp bucket will get me some….(pale prawns)
Drop a line in the creek
Yellow belly I seek
Or Codfish you’d only need one……like Groper
When Codfish does strike
He can snap your line tight
And jerk it out of your hand
Big buggers out there
A hundred pound, rare
Yet a hard battle to land
Dreaming of the old riverbank
With the Coolibahs overhead
Old snake stay away
I’m not here to play
Brown Froggy is mine to keep
He’ll catch me a Jew
a Yellow belly too
Codfish will snap all that creeps
So into the coals
near me billy of tea
goes the fish well covered to cook
eat him bit later with sweet potato
then into me swag I’m no sook (wuss)
Don Johnson
Who
They’d say “who made you a man, young lad,”
It was my hard old father, bad,
He stood me up, and made me fight,
He taught straight left, knock down right.
And I was undefeated.
To always rise,
if you’re knocked down.
Attack, attack until you’ve won.
Though I’m still my mother’s son.
His words with me abiding.
To be a man at ten years old,
Work for a living, good as gold,
At droving, I was good I’m told,
horseman, wild horses, riding.
Don Johnson 11-jul-11
"The Right Tme" contest
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
I'm throwing punches and giving kicks,
performing all kinds of crazy tricks,
I'm dodging bullets, dodging blades,
throwing bombs and grenades,
Swords and knives chasing me down,
guns and canons shooting from all around,
Breaking down doors and climbing through windows,
people coming at me with spears and arrows.
I'm running away to escape with my life,
I'm wanted everywhere because of my strife.
I'm traveling around the world with no maps to go by,
I promise not to cry and refuse to die.
When I make it to you finally,
together we will always be.
Because all these things I'm going through,
I hope you know, it's all for you.
Through rain, hail, sleet and snow,
past an earthquake, hurricane, and tornado,
thunderstorms with lightning and thunder,
I feel like getting to you is making me go under,
digging tunnels through the ground,
flying in the clouds, or past stars all around,
going by the sea or by the land,
walking over rocks or on the sand.
Crossing oceans and climbing mountain tops,
the danger hardly ever stops.
There's so much time I have each day,
I'm thinking of you always and for us I pray.
I've been by myself, been all alone,
I'm learning so much, and doing it on my own.
And all these things I'm going through,
I hope you know, it's all for you.