Long Adventurous Poems
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The truth was concealed with many branches,
viscous web woven of half-truths and lies;
hidden, the spider spun a silk repugnant
off a sticky tongue prone to moralize.
Newly emerged with dewy wings unfurled,
she fanned them, innocently unaware,
among fragrant blossoms naively sweeping
green garden border, concealing his snare.
At last the sweet sun rays warmed and dried her;
she was ready to lift bright wings and fly.
New vistas, new horizons awaited
this adventurous lady butterfly.
Into the clear, clean air softly rising,
faltering with the newness of fresh wings,
she dips low among the flower faces,
is imprisoned in gummy, wet web strings.
Just one moment - innocence is plundered
and whirled round and round - bitterest cocoon;
he pivots in springing, gleeful madness
to add the trophy to his black festoon.
Copyright, August 8, 2016
Daddy told us not too,
while Mom sourly warned.
Though they scolded,
loud and clear,
we devilishly disobeyed.
Up on that roof top,
at least 30 feet from ground,
carelessly balancing on the shingles,
one step,
two
we were so young,
so adventurous,
the nights lasted decades,
while the stars evaporated fear,
they smiled at our virgin eyes,
and when a gust of wind would catch our balance,
we'd lay under the ratty quilt grandma made.
The night sky was so full of life,
a serenity in a chaos of lights,
forever rotating
yet a fulfilling stillness,
the kind that cannot be broken
Until the day we got caught.
Daddy yelled while we ran threw the window,
preparing for the worst,
hearing Mom's fear in curses,
we both sat quietly,
reminiscing on that freedom,
that longing for serenity.
After taking in the fear-
we went up to our rooms,
and after one tapping on the wall between us,
we both met at the window once more.
Her freckled face and long hair are caressed by a gold sun;
Lydia loves springtime, her adventurous spirit breathes joy,
and it seeks scented flowers awakened by the saffron dawn...
as she sings and plays a blue electric guitar praising His glory!
At noon she wears an amber hat which keeps off all sunrays,
and smiling she attracts crowds with keen interest;
" Play that song again! " It's a boy's first request...
" I will, cutie. " She answers with raw tenderness.
Lydia loves spring time, the smell of aureolin roses;
the lulling breeze dispersing dandelions on meadows
while singing the ballads she wrote on her travels,
and they appeal to those listening with starry eyes.
How lovely she looks in her cotton chartreuse dress,
how passionate she plays dreaming of being a success!
Lydia loves springtime when beautiful butterflies flutter by,
Oh, she would give anything to become one of them and fly!
Riding Water Rapids
New York State Adirondack Mountains
Beauty and Charm
Lakes, Rivers and Waterfalls
Observing Water Rapids Saulteaux
The thought of challenging Fear
Conquering the Water Rapids in preserver
Courage through assurance
Faith enriching endurance
Canoe and venture
Close to nature
As I pulled the canoe from the pier
Determined to fulfill
My mind on God’s will
I had to do this
Hit or miss
The canoe drifted into smooth then rough waters
It was hitting against rocks below
I had worry within
That was my scare then
Adventurous on every sense of the word
Determination with a promise
No defeat until Victory
Achieved and Accomplished
Rode the Water Rapids
Confident and Brave
Success being a story
A behold
Rapidity
I'm the cirizen of another country,
the long penynsula that stretches
into the vast Mediterrean Sea;
has anybody ever seen how lovely
it is with its snow-capped mountains
and verdant rolling hills oveerlooking
towns with castels and churches?
Has anyone ever heard the warbling
of canaries and of sparrows?
Before I pledge allegiance
to another flag and swear my loyalty,
I may feel a sense of betrail inside,
I'll overcome it and love both flags
and countries fairly and equally...
can one love two countries?
The farewell of a young boy departing
on his seventhenth year wasn't
as sad as that of my parents who were crying;
I sought an exciting future that
only America was offering
to the most adventurous spirit
flying over an unknown ocean...
navigated by hundres of ships under an airplane.
I'm a cirizen of another country,
a country loved by Michelangelo, Dante and Ovid;
no, I wasn't expelled from their cities as they were,
I obeyed the will of mom and dad.
I'm a citizen of another country
obeying the laws of the land and respecting everyone.
sharing a slice of pizza
sharing our dreams like a butterscotch milkshake
all out of napkins
bathroom paper towels as a substitute
waterfront booth vibe
barry manilow made it through the rain again
air supply is always all out of love
christopher cross does the best he can do
we prefer blessing the rains down in africa with toto
this is how we....come out of the closet and free ourselves if you will
what color....rear window definition
we just don't give a damn tonight
we are just enjoying being honest in that free spirited sort of way
we pay in starbucks....moonlight feels right as happily blow it all sky high as if we just complete the most difficult jigsaw puzzle
how long has this been going on....for as long as an ace accrues
being that we are both the adventurous types, lets take an elongated joyride via the chicago transit authority and colour each other's world....with pleasure....of each other's company
Universe is beyond comprehension
That dark far off void away from our sphere
Midnight stars and moon are like extension
On night of perfection, they seem so near.
We might lay claim to our moon and its glow
But darkness beyond is not understood
Where does it end? perhaps we'll never know
Earth's spinning alone in all likelihood
Adventurous man forever seeking
Hard to believe we will stop at the stars
Deep dark void is calling so intriguing
With high expectations, lift off for Mars.
Beguiled by the notion of endless space
Universe waits for distant man's embrace.
Liberated and confident she stood there,
Embracing the moonlight and fresh air.
Tears softly running down her cheeks.
Usually anxiously, waiting for his text,
Standing here, let her feel relax.
Spontaneously she started to laugh out loud,
People must wondering who is so silly in the crowd.
Relief from all the stress and pain,
Every single moment she decided, will not be in vain.
Adventurous days, are waiting for her,
Determined she will adhere.
Leaving him was the best thing she could do,
Oblivious, was he to think she will not too.
Valedictory and bon voyage is hers,
Ever ready for new Love to occur.
I ‘m standing at the crossroads
Wondering which way to go
Do I walk the road less traveled
Or the street that no one knows
Will I tread upon that winding path
That seems to go nowhere
Adventurous in my journey
do I prefer to share?
I’m standing at the crossroads
There is no turning back
When I look I see sweet memories
That put my life on track
I have strolled familiar roads before
They have brought me to this place
I will take the time to ponder
The future I will face
I’m standing at the cross roads
These eyes take me near and far
From the friends that I see passing by
To the brightness of an evening star
I’ll approach each day with wonder
With each careful step I take
walking this road to a different beat
to the life that I will make
Form:
A whirlwind of chaos, a joyful loud-sound,
Three wild spirits I love, on adventurous ground.
Fourteen, then twelve, and the youngest, a seven,
Bringing antics and charm, a small piece of heaven.
They build with their LEGOs, grand dreams in the air,
Fortresses, spaceships, beyond all compare.
Then out to the yard, where their sports battles rage,
I'm there in the stands, for each thrilling new stage.
My cheers ring out loudly, my voice strong and clear.
A beacon of love, dispelling all fear.
In the pool we all splash, on a hot summer day,
I'm caught in their currents of boisterous play.
The fighting erupts, a familiar refrain,
And I'll admit, sometimes, it drives me insane.
But a part of me grins, though I might roll my eyes,
Their bold, mouthy spirit, a delightful surprise.
For though they are noisy, and mischievous too,
And every day brings something wonderfully new,
I'm there for their plays, and their triumphs, and strife,
My nephews, my niece, the true joy of my life.