Adventure Poems
Rowing for Home
by Richard Randolph
We cut the mooring lines
and quietly paddled into the bay.
The ocean dared us onward
there was nothing left to say.
The stars, those distant travelers,
silently guided us on our way.
“Looks pretty rough,” old Johnson noted,
and spit defiantly into the sea.
“We’ll never make it,” the young ensign asserted,
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A Bittersweet Experience
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was in my backyard sunning, while lost in warm daydreams,
Enjoying red raspberries, while listening to the birds sing.
Lying on afternoon chaise, in the golden midst of hot July,
As I watched mauve butterflies, and lazy dragonflies go by.
Charmed by the bluest of skies, and the fragranced fresh air,
I felt that surely, there was not a better place anywhere!
The flowers were so lovely, and the grass was so deep green,
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A World Without Pity
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
After wishing me a good morning, he said that it was all set,
It was time to raze the house, even though I wasn't in debt!
But they wanted to build a big highway, exactly in this spot,
Like a beaver zealously builds his dam, by any means he's got.
The city had emminent domain, which was certainly the way of it.
Though offered twice the home's value, I liked it not one bit.
"The tree on this lot is a hundred years old," I said to the man,
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An Adventure
by Louise Gluck
It came to me one night as I was falling asleep
that I had finished with those amorous adventures
to which I had long been a slave. Finished with love?
my heart murmured. To which I responded that many profound discoveries
awaited us, hoping, at the same time, I would not be asked
to name them. For I could not name them. But the belief that they existed—
surely this counted for something?
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The next night brought the same thought,
this time concerning poetry, and in the nights that followed
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This Is No Fable
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was relaxing in my sunroom, one very peaceful afternoon,
Enjoying the fables of Aesop, and all the flowers abloom.
The view from the many windows, was gold sunshiny delight,
With blossoms and rich greenery, and many birds in flight.
Every now and then I chuckled, at comical characters I met,
And the morals that they learned, and would not soon forget.
I whiled away the afternoon, becoming lost in a daydream,
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Rowing for Home
by Richard Randolph
We cut the mooring lines
and quietly paddled into the bay.
The ocean dared us onward
there was nothing left to say.
The stars, those distant travelers,
silently guided us on our way.
“Looks pretty rough,” old Johnson noted,
and spit defiantly into the sea.
“We’ll never make it,” the young ensign asserted,
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The Slopes of Kilimanjaro
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
From the lofty snowcapped peaks
of Kilimanjaro
The morning mist envelopes its verdant foothills in a tight embrace,
No need to hurry, this is not a race,
Beads of sunlight dancing across the glistening dew.
As the plains of Amboseli reveal their golden hue,
There's movement spied where none existed moments prior,
A herd of Zebra lounging in their elegant attire,
The lush grasslands beckoning them for yet another day.
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Journey
by Okunola iyanuoluwa
In the road in my car i am,
I turn the dial, searching for a familiar tune,
Jazz, a pop, any instruments to bring my sustenance,
Miles pass, the road stretching endlessly ahead,
Static takes over, silencing the music,
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An Enchanted Doorway
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a sophisticated, world class traveler, like merry wind in green trees.
I had seen hottest deserts and rain forests, where songs will never cease.
I had traveled by planes and by trains, by luxury ship, fast car and camel;
And I had roamed mountains and valleys, like the comet, taking a gamble.
I had visited myriad cultured nations, meeting diverse, interesting people,
Like divers beautiful, sultry colors, with which the artist stains gilded easel.
Since I'd had various adventures, I was anxious that one day I'd be bored,
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Finding My Hemingway
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.”
- Ernest Hemingway
I wanted to find my writing style
And I wanted to learn from the best
I figured I’d start with Hemingway
And from there, I would find all the rest
I followed him from Paris to Pamplona
To run head-on with Papa and the bulls
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