Adventure Poems

Few months ago,

In the province of Wuhan,

A doctor hung his stethoscope around his neck,

As he stepped out for work,

He came in through the back door,

As

The boat,

            smooth sea,

                        tight sail,

                                    the bow slices the

                                                blue-green

Men at ease with their Leader,

                                                their Friend.

As ripples sing lullabies to their Man.

She held her rib's as it protruded

Amnesia was more than her name at 25 years of age.

Her brunet eye's to go with her brunet hair

I can't imagine when a great thing didn't come from a whisper

A whisper of the wind...

A whisper of the body...

A whisper of the mind...

I can

2 the cat
Once, when she found him playing with the cat 
She lifted her up
She warned him at loud
She threw it in

Saying goodbye to September

All New York is a cold. And everywhere

Show signs of winter, when the winds blow,

It made one’s shiver to the bone: clogged

Step softly into my weave,

You won’t disturb my rest.

Dare not think to leave,

For you are the fest.

Struggle as you may,

I enjoy the show.

What’s that you

He was yesterday riding on a horse

But I saw him today without a horse

He was bruised and was crying in the mud

But now I see

3 lines a Haiku.
Seventeen syllabels tell,
A lifetime of words.

But the modern day is contemporary,
Lives are captured in the words.
Far from the

You know that you want it

You're so disappointed

You know that you've owned it

but no one knows it

Just say how you're feeling

You're making a killing

But still

Under rolling moonlit waves

Marbled by the depths

Bellowing haunting sonar echos

Heard for miles and miles

Broadcast

Enchanting tales

Wondrous and mystical

Travels and adventures

Encounters and synchronicities

Of magnificent giants

Freely roaming

Bottomless seas

Mark Clarke was the gentlest man of Denmark

Yet considered by all a most unlikely

Tall tale conveyed

A little like a charade

Was

His mane is long and he is very proud

He neighs and roars and laughs so very loud

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The cloud of suspense was becoming compact

The mood was tense to ensure most impact

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MARIE-ANTOINETTE

-cinquain monorhyme-

Her name was Marie-Antoinette

As she said it she did a pirouette

And wow what a silhouette

Coquette she wore an amulet

Feared nothing short of a bayonet

Forgot

Midday sometimes in class instead of learning algebra

While I should