Adventure Poems
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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It's an Amazon Out There
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The travel agent said adventure was calling,
In a lush paradise of beauties enthralling!
No harm would befall us, with a capable guide;
This Amazon tour would be a scenic, easy ride.
We weren't outdoors types, my companion and I,
But it sounded so exciting, that we gave it a try.
We gaily vanished into color, sight and sound,
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Dreams and Ruby Slippers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Down the yellow brick road, in a place not very far,
In a land I heard of, you find out who you truly are.
Just follow the magical road, of friendship and love,
For adventure awaits, and things you are dreaming of!
The sparkling ruby slippers, will soon take you there,
To a fabled Emerald City, over the rainbow somewhere.
No room for evil doubting, but faith is what you need;
And ruby slippers on a path of blooms, of hope's seed!
A Compulsory New Love Life
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I've lived on this planet for five years now,
In deafening silence, that's peaceful somehow.
The moment we crashed, seemed almost a dream;
Stars twinkled above the clouds pink and cream.
We landed in tranquil waters, quite luckily,
And left our craft at the bottom of blue sea;
We finally reached land, but it glittered so!
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Adventures of King Robert the Bruce
by Max Plowman
King Robert the Bruce's deadly enemy, John of Lorn,
Joined the English with eight hundred Highlanders one morn,
All strong, hardy, and active fearless mountaineers,
But Bruce's men attacked them with swords and spears.
And while they were engaged, a new enemy burst upon them,
Like a torrent of water rushing down a rocky glen:
It was John of Lorn and his Highlanders that came upon them,
So the tide of battle was too much for them to stem.
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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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