Best Adventuring Poems

Dearest Child-Adventuring Man, My Darling Peter Pan:

Since that never to be forgotten day when Wendy first brought
you my way, my heart has been enchanted thru and true with 
love for you.  You are as magical as your happy-thought dust 
that brought me flight thru...

Continue reading...

Like a beacon on a hill
The white church steeple gleaming still
For all the many years gone past
It marks the path for home at last

Up and down each tree-lined street
Where childhood friends and neighbors meet
In history and memories rich
The blue jays sing in perfect pitch

The corner...

Continue reading...

A pen is more than just a pen;
more than just a recording device.
When I pick up a pen 
I take a journey
to another realm
and to many realms,
I’ve been.

I have many pens,
I collect them;
pens for writing
pens for drawing
pens for hole punching
and pens for adventuring.

Today, I am...

Continue reading...

The whole of a journey still to be traveled
is much like a novel begun
with threads of the story not yet unraveled
and windings of plot to be spun.
We’ve myriad paths to meander, assess.
The hours are long till midnight’s chime.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a twinkling...

Continue reading...

They said it’s time I settle down
If I can’t find a man of my own 
They will be pleased to help me with that
They’re going to find me my man 

They’re talking about me
As if they’re advertising me publicly 
Like I’m up for sale 
Ready...

Continue reading...

I pressed my face against the thick pane of glass
And stared out into the black of nearest space
Where my planet-home Earth hung suspended 
Like a special well-worn ornament on a spruce tree
Decorated with multi-colored bulbs and angel hair
Earth swirling inside webs of gray cloud shrouding
So...

Continue reading...

Black silky curtains hang down,
stopping short of 3 inches long,
messy, good scented hair, 
partly covering two beautiful hazel orbs,
dancing with the joy and suns light,
endless staring, tender loving eyes,
placed gently in a smooth light-mocha creame complexion,
centered by a small, cute, baby-like nose,
and large, scrumptious, peach-colored...

Continue reading...

Beware, out-Lander for thy tread on the sacred ground,
Of Louisiana, guarded by the ghosts of the Mississippi,
And here the dead tell know tails, of the living's returning,
After adventuring into the darkness of the night.
Rattle them bones, sister voodoo woman,
Black magic's high priestess, cast asunder the...

Continue reading...

My soulmate is a pilgrim, 
He explores the zodiac’s constellations
Not always in our own Milky Way, he treks
His journeys enlighten mankind
Because he aims his bow hunting faith in Sagittarius
And swims with emotional artistry in Pisces
He judges mankind with Libran scales
As he admires beauty while visitingTaurus
By...

Continue reading...

We all feel like
dying to get out of here
at least sometimes;
a meeting
a relationship
a job
a car or bus or airplane
a house or apartment
a nation or state
a Party or clan
a faith community or PTA.

This is about the reverse view:
living to get out of there.

How are my competitive...

Continue reading...

For Naomi, life was beginning to get exciting in the fall of 1952...
At the age of 25 , a widow and the mother of two.

So you pack up your 1949 Dodge and off to Alaska you go...
Free land awaits those brave souls who will show.

Interstates...

Continue reading...

"The nature of the Authentic [Love] Self is always already spiritually [naturally] motivated, turned on, tuned in, ready to respond to the radical [co-arising] immediacy of now [as LovePresent]. It [love] experiences no fear, no doubt, no hesitation, no procrastination. Your Authentic [EcoLove] Self is...

Continue reading...

Experiment, the worth of kings,
no bonafide adventuring
not impinge, glory, noticing,
the trial of "over" ~ SING, BUT SING!

And over, 'til the mode be right,
that last decision, still up tight.
I've felt it oft, all nerves on edge,
have gone too far, my reasons dredge!

It is Inventing, cant resign,
the...

Continue reading...

My sundress hangs there limply,
needing me to fill it out.
The rains have been relentless
putting all sunshine to rout.
The ides of March have come and gone
without a sign of spring.
My raincoat and umbrella are
each such a ragged thing.
It’s now Easter vacation and
I’m yearning for some fun.
Today...

Continue reading...

It was getting dark and tension is rising
pumpkins alight with eerie smiles gaping.
Flames of orange and red flickering dancing 
children ready to go trick or treating.

Shadows that take on new sinister meaning
depicting a witch on her broom flying.
Cauldrons full of evil brew bubbling
eyeballs in green...

Continue reading...