Adventure Life Poems

My Hands Today

My hands are getting old today. 
They are getting old right in front of my eyes. 
I suppose the rest of my face...

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I pressed my body into gravel and oil,
the earth shuddering like it knew my name.
Wind tore at my hair—
hot metal screaming above me,
the stink of...

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being 'sixty' was
nearing a...
retirement age

and the sixties
were fun just...
as the seventies

were mainly a
pleasure and now
the eighties are 

almost less than
closer to what they
coffffhrrrmmmph

might be but...

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It whispers low on midnight’s breath,  
A shadow wreathed in mist and death.  
Not born of grace, but spectral might,  
It haunts...

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chances of me leaving home
chances of me donning blues
chances of me wearing a flight suit
chances of me being chosen
     to carry...

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we are nothing but butterflies
flying for a day
but thinking it’s forever
wings soft as what we never say
hearts light
but the silence heavy
time slips like threads
unraveling steady
love...

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Black crow flying 
Low stalling
Wise too in caution taking
Know’s a fool would not last as long.

Winding way I calls him
Not one to fly straight lines
Curious,...

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Protruding pole in the middle
The top look like a keel that light
During the night in the midst of the bay
Your like a swan in the...

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Along the way I break
I carefully observe around
Strictly I will not miss out
So I could not cross it twice
One and the wrong path
I take break...

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Forest and mountains speak 
Like you are them and they are you 
Between the silver waters, you seek 
But it's always yourself in view 

At...

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I am so lucky that my parents are adventurers
At three we went to Los Palmas and stayed there
until I was five living in a wonderful...

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The very abridged version recounting untold tragicomic storied life of Matthew Scott Harris

I led a boring life.
The end.

All joking aside, now the epilogue.

As a bookish...

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Hie thee now by warning taught
The path ahead be peril fraught
Each breath taken carried past
Each step taken counted last
To strive against such dangers rife
Tis better...

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We hear the music of life
And we are compelled to dance forever

We dance to the lyrics
Of falling snowflakes
And to the rhythm
Of swaying trees
We dance to...

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I start my pilgrimage from unknown spheres.
My paths are filled with penetrating spears.
Clouds of helplessness and hopelessness float
Seas are wave-filled, and I have no lifeboat.

Faith...

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