Long Searchers Poems

I don't see you.
I've been searching my whole life,
But still, I don't see you.

When I was a wee lad
I looked for you ...
My mother's smile,
My father's toil,
My brother's refuge,
My sister's amity ...
I didn't see you.

Thanksgiving,...

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Many of my favorite poems
How About This for Veterans Day

A monthly Monday morning military meeting
Would be great for them as way of greeting
Talking about things happening another day
Of past successes and prices they had to...

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How About This for Veterans Day

A monthly Monday morning military meeting
Would be great for them as way of greeting
Talking about things happening another day
Of past successes and prices they had to pay.

Enlisted Term of Service...

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"If one has no planned destination - One can never be lost"  ~~The Poet~~

It was in the early winter when the frost had come before the snow.
That’s the time that we would see him,...

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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
    where scars dance upon henna leaflets,
 ...

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His parents' worst nightmare that left them disheartened
is the sad tragic tale of Dennis Lloyd Martin

On a family outing at Cades Cove park
Dennis, his brother and some friends on a lark

Playing hide and go seek...

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I felt I’d been to hell and back before we reached the reedy flat,
where the cattle mobbed before we crossed the stream.
Old Harry called me over, taking off his battered hat
“This is where she died...

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Cooperative researchers and restorers
often experience Wins for nature
as Winning Spirit
of ego-eco-centering healthy lives.

CoInvesting in cooperatively-owned
and co-managed Earth,
Inside/Outside Future Searchers
eco-facilitating
outdoor nutritional management 
tasks
and issues

CoInvesting
in small nuclear-ballistic families
and large extended species--
regenerations of SacredTime

CoInvesting
in eco-dynamically
uninvited
WinLose and LoseLose
nature v...

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About eleven years ago through a genealogical search I found out that my adopted 
father is Salish Indian, thereby making me at least half Salish.  I dedicate this poem 
to the Salish people:


The sun...

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John Wayne movies have been a thing of mine,
   But my "Top Ten" I think divine.

   "Rio Bravo" as number one I rate,
    The "Duke" and the cast...

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Three Private school girls went missing at Hanging Rock
In 1900
An eerie tragic event
Enjoying a planned picnic
No one knew what was about to impend
Lunch finished, four girls and teacher 
Decided to explore
What happened was a whole...

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She stands gallant 
For us: the staged pens 
Of growing knowledge
For the posted battle field
By honor to get hired 

She stands gallant
In lonely and scary dens
Tightly by duties pledge
For our efforts to yield
And live likewise...

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There was talk about the nuclear bomb
There was a war going on in Vietnam
It was on the news, the drummers were drumming
Look out America, the British are coming

We couldn't wait to turn our radios on
To...

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During the worst of times, America still represents freedom.  With war, earthquakes floods and famine, we always will shape the world with our unification leaving an indelible impression.

We as Americans are surrounded by beauty...

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The First Responders

By Franklin Price

6/12/2019


The Day was nine-eleven, the year two thousand one

Twin towers in Manhattan, down before the setting sun

Each was penetrated, by a commercial highjacked plane

Flown by U.S. hating terrorists, who no longer...

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Sometimes I dream of whistles blowing
     while the warden's calling out my name,
And I wonder if that thunder far
     will be bringing in the summer rain.
I was...

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When a stranger calls

a star is born

within these walls

the shining

city lights

die hard

the searchers

don't look now

behind enemy lines

I walk the line

out of the past

roots

where the red fern grows

in cold blood

of mice and men

while you were sleeping

jaws

follow...

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He stared at the pictures,
faces of the love searchers,
twenty first century wanted posters, 
scanning their rewards,
nothing pecuniary ,
preliminary,
maybe,
move on.

“Shall I advertise myself,” he thought,
no one appears sold or bought,
given to the mass,
on a screen of...

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A Pilgrim
(A song for 'Dia')

I come here at night's edge,
This parlour of hidden shadows
Questing for
Some measure of solace
From the bible black grind
Of mundane despair.

She is wearing white,
Tonight,
My Magdalene
My source of wonderment,
Thunder child
Storm raven
My crucible of...

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Finding exalted pleasure playing happily in the hills.
Memories of the softly undulating land called the hills.

A welcome meeting place for frolicking in the sun with friends.
We could all be seen from afar playing on the...

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Tibetan monks share legend-colored reports
     Taking wide-eyed listeners from valley floors

To peaks in the sentinel Himalayas
     So how could such holy men’s tales betray us

A dark, furry...

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Tibetan monks share colorful lore
Taking wide-eyed listeners from a valley floor
To peaks in the sentinel Himalayas
So how could such holy men’s tales betray us

A dark, furry creature’s outline has been seen
Startling climbers on mountains so...

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It’s time for concealing in hides and in nooks,
with a a ledger; glasses; camera, and books, 
spend hours with patience in salt bush or long grass,
in hope there’s a moment, one cannot let pass.
 
Creeping...

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We Are The Stardust Men
Collaboration by Stark Hunter and D.Lee
Dedicated to T.S. Eliot

We are the stardust men, 
the wayward stardust catching men,
dalliances of mind and shadow occur openly,
As we have cast off our anchors
And await...

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