Best Treasure Hunt Poems
One Tuesday evening recently with the house empty but me,
I thought I’d spread out on the couch and see what’s on the ‘telly’.
It was close to half past eight and so I thought I’d watch ‘The Bill’,
and catch up with the pommy cops who plod around ‘Sun Hill’.
I’d pulled the ring top off a stubby and got meself a bag of chips
for me to dip into a jar of one of them bitey salsa dips.
Now I’m settled down upon the couch with me feet up off the floor,
and wouldn’t you just know it - there’s a knock upon the door.
Three little kids were standing there; one with paper in his hand.
And the eldest wouldn’t yet be six, so I couldn’t understand,
who’d let their kids out on the street here in the fading light,
to go knocking on a stranger’s door at this hour of the night.
At first I thought ‘its Halloween!’ So this is trick or treat,
and the kids were wanting me to give them something sweet.
I asked them if they wanted humbugs, gobstoppers or rumball,
but the three all looked confused ‘cause it ain’t Halloween at all.
So then the eldest shook his head - his answer it was blunt,
“No mister, no it’s not! We’re out upon a treasure hunt.
We’ve found twenty of the twenty-five, treasures that we seek,
but we have to find the other five - can you help us so to speak”.
“What’s on your list?” I asked, and he read out in slow motion,
“There’s three grains of oats; an empty bottle of hand lotion.
A chop bone and four sardine tins; the wings off seven dragonflies -
and once we get the twenty five we get a dollar for a prize!”
“Well that’s a challenge!” So I said, but I thought I smelt a rat.
So I asked them who invented a treasure hunt like that.
They sort of smirked and looked away, but finally in the end,
the middle fella quietly said - “Our babysitter’s boyfriend!”
There dwells an adventure, as I open the door,
A bell alerts the keeper, who I have come to know well
An old guy with wrinkles, and a kind whiskered face
It’s a place to get dirty, to search and explore
A sweet facination... inviting me in...
There is no way of knowing, what started my trend
“How boring, …just junk!” say a few who pass by!…
But for me, there are stories, with each catch of the eye..
Each visit, I wade through,...how to choose, in this gloom?
How can I use this? Should I buy that? Will I have room?
Will it be cheap? What hides in the heap?....
Can it be fixed, with tricks or technique?
Someone deemed it useless, discarded with time….
It belonged once to them….could this treasure be mine?
A weathered old trunk, or the chair by the door
Diamonds in dust, on the walls, on the floor
I’ll discover a gem, rusty, dark and alone
Musty and sweet, something made of old wood
Each thing tells a story, legends valued in gold
I will dig through the rubbish….but where to begin?
I could give something life, let it see sun again
A treasure, revealed….after the clink of the till
For mere pennies to pay, I will haul home my thrill
Paint, polish, and shine it, restore it?…….… I will!!
It belonged, once, to someone….I wonder just who?…
Lost in a time zone, now, today it is mine….
Back on the track of the years left behind….
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Love is a treasure, all of us may hold,
It carries us through life, never to be sold.
It shows us mercy while other attributes do not,
solaces our soul and simply can’t be bought.
Treasures we are seeking; monetarily so to speak,
a priceless gift of eternity, is love when at full peak.
All the riches in the world cannot fill the empty void,
the only key to happiness is love when truly enjoyed.
It will never leave you, though pain is a side effect,
one dose of erroneous love; your heart will fully reject.
It gives you guidance and helps in times of need,
a bond never to be broken, an emotion flows to feed.
Yes, it can be agonizing and at times let you down,
as quickly as it dissipates, a new love again is found.
Protects your vulnerabilities and eases your mind at rest,
love is never taking; giving is what it does best.
Treasures we may be seeking subconsciously in our minds,
clearly taking for granted a wonderful gift so easy to find.
Use your gift wisely; don’t misuse it or discard to the side,
your treasure is always with you; in your heart, deep inside!
As you know, we are going away
But you do not yet know the day.
Take your brithday and plus two,
That's the day I fly with you.
The location is a small surprise,
No guessing yet, don't be wise.
In the end it will all be revealed,
But for the moment, my lips are sealed.
Have a present, number one,
They'll help protect you from the sun.
Stylish though, of corse they are,
Go and find them in my car.
Now for present number two,
Red or yellow? Green or blue?
Search for me inside our bed,
Then pop it right over your head.
Not finished yet, time for the third,
Please don't ask I won't say a word.
To save you from an itchy behind,
With all the coats, you will find.
A helping hand to fill your case,
Things for you body, not your face.
Let's go shopping, no need to pay,
I'm where me and you used to stay.
And now for all our future trips,
Kepp me in a poket on your hips.
Whether we go by wing or wheels
I'm where you cook your ready meals.
In order to protect them all,
Not forgetting your heels nor ball.
You'll wear me on sand or sea,
I'm hiding with the rest like me.
The last one so you have a choice,
I'll let you speak (or shout) your voice.
I'm where you put your bum to eat,
If you want us both, you've got a treat!
To make your ears look bigger still,
You can wear me out or when we chill.
Sitting where you soak and swim,
Come and try me for size and trim.
The flight it takes us 1, 2, 3, 4,
So here is something to help you snore,
While we fly over the Med,
I'm where your Mum rests her head.
This country is sure to top your mood,
After all, It's home to your favourite food.
Open me where you find the keys,
And start to revise "One beer please"
Treasure Hunt
If perchance you go to the park
they call Wilderness
look for the maroon bridge
that spans across
the great divide between
the untamed land of the woods
and the coarse grass land of the prairie;
once you find it step lightly
for it is sore with old age;
go to the middle and you will see
as you gently bend over
its knotty balustrade
dead branches and turtles
nonchalantly floating downstream
and a few feet away from the abutment
under a bed of soggy withered leaves
unprotected – a bulky old chest;
no need for a key, it opens readily
without a squeak of disapproval;
then, if you can entrust yourself
to the veil of oblivion that lingers
within you it may be a sign that
you are ready
ready for the ocean taste of life
ready to reach in and pull out
a silver sailboat all rigged up
its lateen sail bracing
for the racing wind
idly waiting to glide on the
caressing waves of time.
(1987)
I’ve got a lot upon my mind
My face is the mask that it hides behind
I act okay and treat others kind
But forever I search and no peace do I find
I search and look to find my peace
On a treasure hunt that never cease
Others cannot help me too
Not even to give a single clue
The hunt is mine within my brain
This unsolvable mystery driving me insane
So if it looks as if I’m staring into space
An empty expression upon my face
Don’t be concerned, don’t be alarmed
Your Words to me have done no harm
I’m only trying to contemplate
The next move in my mind to make
To come closer to finding the prize
In the treasure hunt within my mind
footprints in the sand
on a tropical seashore
beachcombers explore
9 /27/ 2018
You were here such a long time ago.
I knew you not nor did I have a clue.
I was just a silly giggly little fool.
Days passed by until the Sun set too low.
So I memorized the Stars at night watching them glow.
I’d swear I’d never have believed you much less knew.
Until, I went back into the past and chased the future ahead.
That’s when I saw the trails and the paths lain from before.
Some were laid in gold, others silver, even diamonds and lead.
The Sun struck down on them and they shined even more.
It was obvious by the color of branches in the trees that were dead.
I could taste the honeydew trickling down my lips feeling my heart of hearts.
I chased the birds and plucked a feather of a white dove just for you.
I ran along the Sea shores and the Oceans belched a many a roar.
Salt on my lips and free with the wind I knew I wanted more.
The Moons beams shined down on me so I followed the shore.
I found seashells and rocks of all kinds and saved them all.
I even cleaned them up and gave names to a few too small.
The Stars began twinkling brighter here and there.
I watched them naming a few and one I made mine.
Then I found the Mountains and how tough they fair.
I rock climbed the highest ones and drew myself a line.
I saw the snow fall and watched it melt.
I just can not tell you in words how that felt.
I ran through the fields and the prairies took my breath.
I was alive inside just feeling my best, there was no death.
The rains came pouring down watering the splendor grass.
Thunders and lighting's all came in a great big flash.
I’m alive inside and just feeling great.
Passing through time I can never be late.
On plated trails of past, present and future I am so alive.
It’s a treasure hunt of buried beauties buried deep inside.
And each vibrantly strives simply to thrive.
And each one seeks where you hide.
®Registered: Ann Rich 2006