Quest Poems

Journey of Life

The Quest For Perfection

Today,
somewhere in this world,
without fuss or a funerary
prayer, a lifeform 
has gone extinct.
It probably passed unnoticed,
its last lonely moment spent 
bleeding beneath a log 
or gasping in a shallow pond 
with its gills clogged with silt
or sliding down the gullet
of a predator.
How brutal the path is,
the sheer waste,
the cruel experimentation
whether mindful or mindless 
by something

Vision Quest

Young mans test, my vision quest

This journey just begun

Sheer desire, skin on fire

No mercy in the sun

Hypnotized, beneath the skies 

Head and spirit is as one

Enlightenment my son...

Now your vision quest is done 

The Heroes Quest

 Go you must when you Hear The Call
 know to Trust when you've blazed Afar,
 for you are The Hero, this Quest will Unveil it all
 have Faith in the Reckoning, the Quickening shall Quelch the Squalls

The Cheese of Euripides

Tingling of tongue sent Euripides
Questing a tastier kind of cheese.
"I found cheddar magical,"
Said this poet tragical,
"Sailing the southern antipodes.”

The Quest

The soul's quest
for it's own vastness,
should be life's
sole purpose.

Gentle Men in their Role as Mothers: Quest for Identity Protection

Gentle Men as Mothers :Quest for Identity Protection.

Gentle he was with them, male and female -
His brothers and sisters from the start...
No giant in disposition, his tender thoughts
Spoke volumes to both men and women-
All of us need words that nurture hearts to heal
Like a nursing mother with her children,
His position did not forbid tones of

Is it still life:Her Quest for Identity

Is it still life? Her Quest for Identity.

Tis' stilled life
This still life
Distilled wife
Still - That's life
Mime wife. 



"Playing dumb while acting the role." 
The unspoken influence of mothers on their daughters. 
My mother in her work environment, and my mother at home were two completely "different" personalities. At work, I saw her happy and bubbly,

The Two Little Leopard Cubs: A Quest for Identity

The Two Little Cubs: A Quest for identity.
(A Cautionary Tale)


Two little leopard cubs
One shy, one bold,
went out to play
in the wild wide world.
Bold so bright -
Life a big adventure.
Shy so quiet-
Life a no go venture.
Played games together-
Shy learnt from Bold,  
Rough and tumble
Not always gentle. 

Which one do you think escapes
the focus of real

Neither Dumb belle nor dumbell: a Quest for Identity

Neither Dumb Belle nor dumbell: The Search for Personal Identity. 

Made in His image Divine, one and one equals two
The differences plain and simple in design
Does not "Woman" mean "Female Man,"
From First Man her origins taken?
Together strong and flexible
In time they find each in and as the other
Indispensible to humankind's survival
A perfect pair in God's

The Quest of Life

The quest of life, it is no certain thing,
No circumstance assurance brings of bliss.
So many thoughts, so very few take wing;
The hit or miss is measured more by miss.
Shall happiness take hold when we gain gold?
The heaping up of stuff shows little worth.
The misery of wealth is too well told;
Tranquility is not composed of earth.
Does

A Quest To Achieve

A moment itself is a lifetime of work,
in but a breath of wishful promise"

In a universe where meaning is an endless quest and a heavy burden

In a universe where meaning is an endless quest and a heavy burden,
Do crazy things, dance in the rain of stars as if no one is watching,
Let your laughter rise like a kite soaring freely in the winds of childhood,
For madness is more alive than the struggle to carve life’s meaning in stone,
A flame burning

Dead Vision Quest

Worshipping
at the altar
of self-destruction
western man enshrined

Paying false homage
to every tree
the forest
in deep decline

Losing his place
among God’s creatures
to wander
far and wide

Asking flawed questions
running in place
consensus
— ill defined

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)

Dream Song of the Thunders from the Chippewa

Dream Song of the Thunders
Chippewa saying
translation by Michael R. Burch

Sometimes I bemoan my “plight”
when all the while
the wind bears me across the immense sky.


What is life?
The flash of a firefly.
The breath of the winter buffalo.
The shadow scooting across the grass that vanishes with sunset.
—Blackfoot saying, translation by Michael R. Burch


Cherokee Travelers' Blessing I
translation by Michael

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