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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Treasured Memories
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I adored being out on the immense, rushing sea, and I had myriad dreams,
Like slumbering, yellow days of summer, with its vibrant, gorgeous themes.
My dream was for a great sea adventure, when the blush was on the rose,
Like dreamy, starlit eves on a beach, with the cool sand between my toes.
My best friend and I liked to go sailing, like pretty bluebirds in blue skies,
Or the autumn colors' seemly drifting, in the hours of vivid sunset reprise.
Family members oftentimes would join us, like crickets in the bird chorus,
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A Place of Peace
by Oscar Auliq-Ice
In a world of noise and haste,
I find solace in a quiet space,
Where the whispers of the wind,
Are the only sounds that begin.
Amidst the chaos of the day,
I yearn for a place to stay,
Where the stillness of the night,
Is the only companion in sight.
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A Real Cliffhanger
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It was tranquil sultry August, and the birds were singing,
The insects were all buzzing, and toad frogs were springing.
And I was deep in the mountains, taking snapshots of nature;
For I felt I was a good photographer, though only an amateur.
A few of my best photographs, were winners of local contests,
Which encouraged and inspired me, to keep doing my very best.
So I wandered into the golden day, seeking the perfect shot;
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The Railroad
by A. Jayne Kalty
Down the driveway and along the sidewalk
Fallen leaves whisper underfoot of a teetering post-toddler
Through the front yard and over the fence
Laughter of the leaves grows louder under velcroed shoes
Up a tree and over the great stone wall
Crunches and snaps and crackles in twigs under bunny eared sneakers
A long trail long silent
A railway lingering in disuse
The new conductor’s symphony of nature has covered over the tracks of the predecessor
The Railroad never known in its operation to a child who has only lived so long
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Der Zug aus Orient
by Mario Odekerken
Er kommt nicht laut,
kein Pfeifen,kein Rattern,
nur das Flimmern der Luft
und der Duft von Gewürzen,
die Geschichten erzählen.
Fenster spiegeln Landschaften,
die nicht vergehen,
nur weiterziehen,
wie Gedanken in der Dämmerung.
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First Glimpse of the Rockies
by Kevin Schroeder
First Glimpse of the Rockies
I saw them first as whispers—shadows drawn
Where sky met stone in silent, steadfast grace,
Ancient sentinels of time long gone,
Yet breathing still in morning’s warm embrace.
Their rugged peaks, unbowed, unbroken,
Carved by wind and story’s weight,
A quiet hymn in rock unspoken,
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12. Limbo
by Kea Campbell
I want to die,
But not really,
And, ironically, that's the tragic part.
I want to feel, but only content.
I want to taste, but only sweet.
I want to see, but only beauty.
I want to live,
But not really,
And, ironically, that's the tragic part.
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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,
......
