Long Outdoors Poems

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Premium Member A Walk In Solitude

I walk in solitude under skies so blue, just living in the moment
All is quiet and peaceful this morning; admiring the outdoors 
As if window shopping with no intention of buying anything. Ambling 
In solitude, aimlessly, down a steep, stony path; walking across 
The open grassy knoll, marveling at the gorgeous sky. I'm watching 
Shed leaves circle in the wind; listening to birds and taking in the 
Panoramic view of the serene meadow. Freedom never felt so good!

                                                                  Outdoors, feeling free
                                                                  The beauty of solitude
                                                                  Some marvelous sights


STRAND NO 800 ,any theme,any form FINALE
Contest Judged:  6/16/2020 (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand(Thank you, Sir. It's been a pleasure entering your contests!)

For Your Poetry Journal Poetry Contest/Winner(3rd Place)
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings 
Theme: A Walk In Solitude

Date written and posted: 07/30/2018
Form: Haibun


Premium Member A Halloween Brew

Dare not venture outdoors on Halloween 
There's witches out there who are truly mean
They tempt one with brew
That looks just like stew
But is made from reptile liver and spleen.

There lies the remains of the veggie who
Had nerve to savour from the witches brew
A minute on lips
And away he slipped
To his throne on high, a porcelain loo.

The spook who constantly sits on the loo
Never has time to put fear into you
For death is not kind
When a sore behind 
Stops a ghost from jumping out shouting "BOO.”

To some a brew is a nice cup of tea
A witch a character in a story
No tricks and no treats
No nice things to eat
No Halloween, no ghouls and no gory.
Form: Limerick

Tedeschi Trucks Band

Econo Lodge sign
       High
        On
        Its
      Pylon

Best we can do
For you Tedeschi Trucks
To put a moon in the sky

Over this interstate interchange
Jammed with cars and a decrepit minor league hockey stadium
Advertising the glory days and beer swigging of The Wings

Glows over the deadbeat semis and construction cones
Tearing apart I-94 between Chicago and Detroit

Gleaming casino next city over
Mocking us all by suggesting
I’ll see you over here
The last great guitar players and their dwindling fans
In just a few more years

Yes it’s 2024
And for good our children have left the house
Its couches beds and kitchen table chairs
Like unstraightened frames holding all our wall photographs

Our dog doesn’t mind
Wags his tail with the additional luxury choices
For his many daytime naps

My wife and I look for familiar friends
Though we understand the band are total strangers
During these glorious last 14 years together with us
We don’t want to be creeps to Derek and Susan in love on stage
Though we were the first to love them both up there

I give a hearty wave anyway from the front seats
And I think through the spotlights there’s a smile or wink returned to us
The silhouettes
As the two and their band watch one another
Still mesmerized as they saw and sing the epic Shame

And we the audience smash our hands and shake our tambourine heads
How can the whole world not know more
About this travelling family of musical magic?

We know in our minds they’re the best band in the world
On the scale of Zeppelin or the Stones in their prime
But in the now

And here they are
Still looking good and cool and willing to share something better
Kind enough to stop over
Say hello
Between Red Rocks and Milwaukee
To this little rustbelt university town

Stadium filled only three quarters of the way with 4000 people
I’m sure a sop financially for somebody
But the masterful musicianship we joyfully hear
And we respond with whistles and cheers
As good as anyplace
As loud as ever

Afterward
Outdoors
The Econo Lodge moon buzzes and blinks in our rearview mirror
For our long drive home on I-94
Back to Lansing we go
Chasing breadcrumbs the dotted lines

Our hearts filled our ears ringing
Through the quiet speeding dark.

Sweet Jesus Saves

The Saviour Jesus in our place died
Breaking the horrible sin tide.
Then the Father God resurrected Him for fruit to bare
Of hope erasing every care.
So now we share victory over fear
His love wiping away every tear.

Like Gardens and the Great-Outdoors
His forgiveness and grace out-pours
He becomes our Sun
And like children, brings us fun.
Breath in His Spirit-Air
He is your "Perfect-Pair!"

Jesus brings us healing, Eternal and deep
In the Holy Spirit our lives to keep.
Into our hearts they come
With feelings light instead of the weight of a ton
He conquers with Joy
In pure Love and no alloy.

He is Sovereign and King
Not forcing but Lord of everything.
The Spirit-Cure
Nothing can deter.
Sweet Jesus Saves.
Every storms He braves.

To come always and forever,
Heart-to-heart together.
So listen to the gentle Spirit-Sounds
Some like waves, on rock it pounds.
You're never alone, though He is quiet.
Your inner-virtue-candle's lit.

With one touch;
The sacrifice is never "Too much!"
So, believe and pass it on
It surely leaves a song.
Shower Love on all. 
Answer "The Call!"
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Great Toliet Paper Hoarding of 2020

My friend Mary C took me to Edge Water Park,
in Mukilteo Washington.  I overheard a couple
of people say, "some people buy toliet paper 
every other day. And store 300 rolls of toliet
paper. " I interrupted them and said," storing
300 rolls of toilet paper is not storing. It is
hoarding." "You are right it is hoarding and
some people have 300 rolls of toilet paper."

My friend Sherlyn Z told Mary C. and me,"
At Cosco some people buy toilet paper,
and want to take some back.  Cosco is
not accepting any returns right now.
There is a long line waiting outside waiting
to get in.  They only allow people two hours
inside before they kick people out."

Mayor Cassie Franklin, Everett Washington
has ordered a lock down in our fair city.
Our Snohomish County executive has closed
all of the parks.  My friend Mary C. won't be
taking me to either parks, or community meals.

Essential services and activities are allowed.
Citizens' are being requested to purchase
necessary items for them to stay in their homes.
Walking and exercising outdoors is still recommended
and allowed. 

Evictions are placed on hold during our
Washington State's COVID-19 pandemic.
Researchers' are working together around
the clock to provide feasible vaccines for
this latest Angel of Death.

There is a furniture company in Mukilteo
having its work force sewing masks.
Recruiting tailors from other business
to come and work for them.

Stay home as much as possible and
keep living spaces aired out by
opening doors and windows.
Is what I recommend.

"Now is the time to come to the
aid of our country" and our
communities.  This COVID-19
is a global angel of death.
Say your prayers to God 
Almighty! To have this
angel of death pass over
the rest of us.

Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 23, 2020
 
We are recommended to have our
shopping delivered to our place of residence.
Homeless people are not restricted, but being
recommend to seek shelter.

Our mayor is issuing white paper to people
involved in providing essential services.
Form: Narrative


The Solitude of Africa

The Solitude in Africa toil and helped to unfold
Stories, philosophies, and lessons to be told.
Judgmental glances seeing Africa from outdoors,
Taken in by tales of the villagers living indoors.

The epoch of age pores on in utter fascination,
History in a trance did not cause by liberation.
Subtle beings on the horizon enriched in mind, 
Striving to be a vessel that any mariner can find.

In the solitude of Africa, they drift along unanchored 
among the cargo, the truth is the mental past stored.
Hope, steer alone, ambition try to stay on course, 
Give guidance of a familiar path for decades choose.

The journey on life marks the increasing latitudes, 
Constant improvement in skills and good attitudes.
Politics and riches the world has a little concern,
Africa, while satisfying, has a deep thirst to learn.

Democracy will survive, expect it to cause many fights,
The price is paid with our lives to enjoy liberty and rights.
Hungry appetite, this knowledge for success can outlast,
All the growls of frolic and thrills the hour has passed.

Summer Comparisons

I relish spring's green growth; plants at their best 
and babies after mama birds build nests.
But I cherish summer trips on fishing boats, 
going barefoot, bare arms, no caps or coats.

Fall embellishes with gorgeous colors
but it’s back to school and few days outdoors.
Summer can have hellish heat from the sun
but then swimming makes for all kinds of fun.

Winter’s also nightmarish - snow and ice storms;
a fireplace brings comfort, hard work that warms.
Nourishing summer’s heat ripens gardens
corn on the cob, juicy watermelons.

Finished. No season’s perfect, I suppose -
outdoors is why I think summer comes close.
Form: Sonnet

Dog Whispers

I am a wild animal by blood and nature
Loving the outdoors each chance I get
Bred to be a domesticated pet
Free range is the only way I know to be

Why am I sent to obedient schools and camps
Force to follow instructions/rules
Move only on when given command
Put in a containers, crates, or boxes

Why am I punished if I be destructive to the house
Hit with objects and yelled at to make me obey
Lock me in a basement or crate for accident
Abandon me if I don't follow your house rules

I am not a fan of the leash that restricts me
Pulling/ snatching on my neck to control me 
Don't allow me to socialize or sniff around on walks
Not permitted to greet others who welcomes me

Some families keep me tether in the yard
Chained to the porch, tree or fence
The sun is very hot and snow is hard on my paws
Frozen water is a blast; ant covered food suck

Love cuddling and playing with children and adults too
Some times my duty is to watch your house
Looking out the window watching others play
Upon arrival at home, you too tired to allow to be outside

Short brisk outing to pee/poo after being inhouse all day
No socializing due to technology taking the attention
Roaming because of boredom, no stimulation for my brain
Just eating and sleeping has the become the norm

Bottom line,
I was bred for your satisfactions
Remember I'm a wild animal by genetics
Health problems stems from domestication
Domestication is costly.

Vehicular Guidance System

A sleazy greedy cheating single-minded
lying used car salesman with ambition
had higher aspiration hopes
of a top managerial position
altho' customer trust was a must
as the fast-talking low-life archetype
his focus was on moving their money
into his pocket with one fell swipe
so to move as much merchandise
as a man can possibly do
while on rota to meet his quota
he'd advertise 'Low mileage, good as new'
yet of the hundred motors or more
parked polished outdoors and on show
when viewers knew not what to purchase
and wanting a coupe which would go
as prospective buyers they'd ask in dismay
the pointed all-important question
'Which car should I buy, of those on display?'
he would reply, 'Try my auto suggestion.'
Form: Rhyme

Nose To the Grindstone

1/13/21



Living among animals, some of which albino
Other lifeforms gigundo or micro

Folks in the same or different time zones
Had to keep my nose to the grindstone
And put down the Iphone
Spent time outdoors on my own
The beauty of it all, left my mind blown
Out among so many pinecones
I can feel it in my bones

Business conducted in person or by phone
Working toward another milestone
I know
Never underestimate thy foe

The stem on the plant was a rhizome
And this other plant had all these trichomes
Growing and dying in and out of similar or different biomes
Nearby clear waters or on the surface is a white foam
People living homeless, and others in a nice home
Sometimes for a cat or dog, the doctors prescribed Visbiome

The area was currently a no fly zone
Due to a cyclone

Was not even close or in the strike zone
Close to and far from Limestone
It was made of fine stones
Or possibly made with rhinestone
Form: Rhyme

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