Best Adventuresome Poems
17 March 2010
Father And Son
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--Father and Son—
Fare thee well, to humbly exist and live for my son
If he feels blue, I’ll be his clown
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best
Mother having the hand that rocks the cradle
Father as a pillar of the home
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy
I’ll choose clothes that fit him
Among the choices to pare down
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best
Accompanying him for his first haircut with the barber
And buying for his first pocket comb
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy
Accompany him to every breathtaking ride
Share the quiver and embrace to cool down
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best
Learn the ropes and lend an ear
For life is the epitome of adventuresome
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy
Strong and bright
A shining light
That's my precious girl
Mediating every fight
With her mature sight
That's my peacemaker girl
Curls so tight
Her fun style to delight
That's my beautiful girl
Learning what might
Help her take flight
That's my adventuresome girl
Has great insight
Usually right
That's my intuitive girl
She'll go to the highest height
To see the moonlight
That's my nature loving girl
I wanted to write this poem tonight
So she would always know she's my sunlight,
earthlight, moonlight, my bright light
-Bella you make me happy always
Keep shining ??
Love,
Mom
Visionary,
I am imaginative, adventuresome, dramatic and funny,
Bob, my hubby I love, writing and birdwatching next,
ideas of mentoring new writers, teaching and dreaming,
feelings of contentment, positivity and hope,
fear of heights, monsters in my closet and being alone,
a bucket list of writing a novel, traveling and antiquing,
a resident of the Potato State,
Wordsmith
Scrambling across my basin sink
What is it that you must think.
Of this unnatural habitat
We bipedal anthropomorphs live at.
The arrogance you must perceive
Is but our bent to self-deceive
Ourselves and all who invade
Our omnipotent barricade.
Our divine right we must protect
Lest we admit to some defect.
You may rightly be contemptuous
Of our small world pretentious.
Another being will this way come -
A specie more adventuresome.
And in our domain it will supplant us
After an event calamitous.
g Tiberius
Flower of desert
resplendent at dawn
withered at sunset
firework splendor
brightening heart
few instants
vanishing
like dew drops
are possessions
rags shed
at the gate
only covering
love hope and faith.
love being the greatest
mirroring a child's heart
carefree, adventuresome
full of fun and laughter
a jump
into arms of waiting parent
trusting is being loved
and happy to love back
but parents
in whose arms do they jump
trusting will be provided
with festive bread and wine?
Parent of all parents
to Whom belongs the past
in whose hands
the future rests
known to give the best
for happiness and health
seeds to plant and harvest
life to life restart
body of beauty and strength
to follow His sweet commands
with Sundays resting stops
to pray and reflect
on how one missed a sign
and switch on reverse
to get back on path
and reach the finish line
Paradise of playful
joyful rest
and who in truth can doubt
looking at the Crucified
His eternal love for us
His children for whom He died?
A Brian Strand Premier Contest No 1198
As I am heading into my “later years,”
Something amazes me.
It’s still me!
Gone is the fresh glow of youth,
The innocence and uncertainty.
It was replace with experience, wisdom,
Knowledge and kindness.
As I look into the mirror, I smile.
I like this “older Me.”
True, sometimes I scare myself
As I glance at the face reflected.
Eeks, who is this old woman?
With lines, and double chin?
But- it’s still me.
Now, I realize that everyone feels
The same way.
The young, adventuresome, trusting,
Energetic Me is still in here,
And always will be.
My hair may all turn white,
My step may slow down.
Yet, the true Me still
Wants to dance, run and jump.
I now discover more,
Find more joy in every day,
That nervous rush of my youth is gone,
But I like the Trade!
It’s still Me!
Some are adventuresome, some are weenies
Mostly I'll try a delicacy of another species
But the head of an animal
Staring at me quite affable
Somehow doesn't appeal like turnips or zucchinis
please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
especially, encountering
the following conglomeration
in matthew scott harris patois).
He readily admits writing inventive
attempts usually ten tubby a literary mess,
thus finding innocent cyber cruisers
Angle fishing for Saxony fundamental fluidity
courtesy of Freudian stream of consciousness,
gabbling gibberish, muck not done on purpose
and certainly less
to impress.
Gnome hatter intent toward
cogency, fancy ingenuity,
levity, the inevitable
resultant wrought gobbledygook
fascination for Lingua Franca
feeble endeavor splutters, splinters,
and splatters Asia Yukon guess.
Paramour status analogous with twenty six letters,
sans En gull Lush Mother tongue confluence
finds me submerged (as an Arctic Monkey)
swimmingly enervated
via erotic laced sentiments
perhaps finds bravely daring soul madly
hollering, gesticulating floundering,
(in close proximity to Davey Jones's locker)
to avoid drowning at sea
perchance comprehending passionate influence.
Upon espying a signature poem of mine
forces one pre ponder ring lurking predilection
tib hush anonymous re:
dears (dares) adventuresome mettle
taking him/her to the brainy
(briny) deep brink
Icon fess
this (NON FAKE) pretense, why
aye metaphorically express
(via medium of ordinary Anglophile
alphabetic wanton soup,
or figurative egg drop bub
bling broth (el) doth brew)
pronouns Sibyl affectation
affliction sans plethora,
where each ladle full adrip with
richly flavor Verdana Font lee
and sincerely textured vocabulary.
Pluperfect mortals beings undoubtedly feel
(blindsided, how this hunger stricken author
suffers said sesquipedalian syndrome
particularly expectorating flashy
hoping tum bark on successful literary quest)
hyper aware aspiring paperback writers wannabe
might stoop to conquer, cheat, cadge
vis a vis plagiarize plethora
amidst storied plentiful English droppings.
Rather than succumb pretense feigning paucity
temptation to bask exultantly,
professed glorious unrequited love
announcing required sworn vow,
(el lye ding) avowed consonant covenant.
As a dealer she roams,
The corners she combs.
With aid from the night-
Goods she sells right.
From the east she flows,
The west she goes.
In the light she’s poor
‘Tis not dim she’s sure.
Troubled with the coat of arm-
For her breastplate she can’t fam. 10
Voiceless when sands are active
Tamed till all is passive.
Ardoured by the evenings-
For her adventuresome,
Droopy the morning feels-
As she is worrisome.
To the day’s hate-
Her excess frost whirls.
As the night’s pet,
Atmosphere she curls. 20
Unsung hero-
That gives life,
The day’s smell she defines,
Devises her splendour.
Her cologne she patterns-
To instancing grandeur
Same is a dread villain,
Sedates night’s vitality.
Streets scourer, life-laden…
Such is her propensity 30
Still, a utility material-
Whose value is yet colossal.
on the other side of a twenty-seven mile wide mountain range
is a place to go where no cars and cycles buzz behind me
where the dusk heated sun does not touch my back
and polluted air does not burn my eyes
where the Pacific Ocean whooshes in my ears…
i can get there by dawn and sit on the beach
smell the salty air as the sun rises from mighty waves
stroll in water shoes across sharp pebbles
dash into a cool frothy force crashing upon me
there, over this mountainous Taiwan backbone
i could stay drenched in plum wine all day
women amused with my Mandarin mouth
women amusing me with their English tongues
i could do this
with karaoke nights singing to my fancy
but would i forget my wife at home
looking like something is wrong
i look to the peaks of green mountains
follow their curves through lush valleys
twenty-seven miles of tiny winding roads
upward, over, around, and down to the shoreline
with indistinguishable places to rest
and weeks if i wish to stay
with an iPod of twenty-five thousand songs
in a cold car with cool sound system
it could be years
if i do not miss home
up and around bends with streams and waterfalls
adventuresome companions and sweethearts
and my favorite noodles
We chant bubble gum bubble gum
As our jump rope hits the pavement.
Our time has come
Jerome
To join the tournament.
We chant bubble gum Bubble gum
Our session will be done in the gymnasium.
This will be a group accomplishment.
Our time has come.
I know this seems to some like we aren't
Adventuresome,
But think about the people who will register
Astonishment.
We chant bubble gum Bubble gum
We have the fanciest foot dance to bring
About a trophy of gold or platinum.
Believe me our time was well spent.
Our time has come
Whether we win or lose our names will be
Placed in the auditorium and jumping rope
Will be added to the P.E. curriculum.
Thank you one and all for we are the recipient
Of a gold trophy which shows our group was
Magnificent.
We chant bubble gum bubble gum
Our time has come.
She was half asleep in the auditorium
Finding this new year’s curriculum
Dreadfully burdensome and cumbersome
So altogether utterly drearisome
When all of a sudden she heard beating of a drum
And started feeling audaciously adventuresome
With an incredible urge to visit an aquarium
Or race a shopping cart through an emporium
Or follow Hansel and Gretel’s every crumb
Either way her head was filled with wild delirium
With compulsions not meant to overcome
And hankerings to live life to the maximum
Elude deplorable feelings grum or glum
By keeping cheerful and upbeat consortium
Dance through gardens of chrysanthemum
Or plant fields brimful of sublime red geranium
My heart and soul seeking invigorating equilibrium
Embrace passion in its premium platinum sensorium
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I love to travel
Craves for delectable foods
Unravel nature.
Strolling through the meadow in early spring
Butterflies and honeybees are arriving,
Fresh growth appearing on all the perennials
Clearly the natural undergrowth is thriving,
Promising shelter for the smallest creatures
Perfect wildlife sanctuary in my neighborhood,
I spot some adventuresome critters about
Think about Mother Nature, and how she is good.
Some new fencing, I thought might be trouble
Isn’t interfering with the movement of wildlife,
The pathway I choose has not been blocked
There is much evidence of healthy loosestrife,
To my sweet meadow new birds have flocked
Such a glorious place cannot be overstocked.
HONORABLE MENTION
Written March 30, 2022
"New Writes Anything" poetry contest"
All Poetry
April 17, 2022
Mountains climb up overlooking at nature in
bloom in fullness and its abundance majestic yet
breathtaking. The mountain's scenic view parallel to the
countryside's, backgrounds relaxing and adventuresome.