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by Dave Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #1236257
A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination.
A sig awarded for winning "The Anything Goes Poetry Contest"

A log of our magnificent journey.

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October 29, 2024 at 7:09pm
October 29, 2024 at 7:09pm
#1079136
Wherever, whenever there is a need,
they gather.

Whether it be a combat campaign
or hurricane recovery,
they remain determined to succeed.

Again and again,
they respond.

When plans go awry
and struggle seems in vain,
their patriotic pedigree kicks in
to support community,
wherever, whenever trouble calls.
October 2, 2024 at 3:41pm
October 2, 2024 at 3:41pm
#1077629
October's charm
down on the farm,
where pumpkins grow,

with hoedown dance
where we all prance
and do-si-do,

or bayou binge
out on the fringe,
where Cajuns go.

When fiddler plays,
we sing the praise
to stars aglow.


Notes
September 17, 2024 at 2:11pm
September 17, 2024 at 2:11pm
#1076917
Young men and women
hear the call to serve our nation
and join the military.

When enemies pose a threat,
soldiers, sailors, airmen, marines
answer the call
to fulfill their mission
of defending our freedom
without hesitation.

After retirement,
that call to serve continues,
so they volunteer
at a local soup kitchen...

until one gets shot
by a deranged homeless vet.
August 28, 2024 at 6:46pm
August 28, 2024 at 6:46pm
#1075840
I slither and crawl
through the slime and the grime
in nooks and crannies
of Mother Earth's bailiwick,
searching for lizards and mice.

Wherever they run,
whether sun is up or down,
I'll be there waiting.


Notes on the Oriental Octet form of poetry
August 28, 2024 at 3:06pm
August 28, 2024 at 3:06pm
#1075833
When Debby came to town
and threw a hissy fit,
destroying all we knew,
we became desperate.

Her demonic temper
sent days of drenching rain,
obliterating dreams
and inflicting great pain.

She blew some stores apart
with brutal energy,
and homes were washed away
into the raging sea.


Notes
August 26, 2024 at 3:03pm
August 26, 2024 at 3:03pm
#1075749
Every chance we get,
we indulge in
Mother Nature's smorgasbord
of sensory treats.

Wading in a cool babbling stream
in the early morning hours
along a scenic mountain trail,
where squirrels chatter
and robins sing,

or perhaps,
sunset walks down by the sea
with warm sand between our toes,
cavorting with the raucous gulls
and watching their aerial ballet.

Whenever trouble gets us down,
there is nothing like
Mother Nature's smorgasbord
to relieve the stress.


August 13, 2024 at 1:46pm
August 13, 2024 at 1:46pm
#1075232
My dad and his dad
served in the military
and made us all proud.

Tomorrow, I shall enlist
and be third generation
to patrol the globe
from Little Rock to Iraq,
defending our flag.
July 28, 2024 at 2:23pm
July 28, 2024 at 2:23pm
#1074506
We're battle buddies, through and through,
fighting for the red, white, and blue,
always ready to take up the slack
and help the other get back on track,
remaining faithful and true.

I have slogged through the jungle with you
and formed a lasting bond like glue,
so we will always face the flack
as battle buddies.

Unity of spirit will ensue
when we find ourselves in a stew.
You know that I will have your back.
Together we can crack
the challenges we pursue
as battle buddies.


Notes on the Rondeau form of poetry
July 3, 2024 at 3:49pm
July 3, 2024 at 3:49pm
#1073500
Roaches scramble here and there,
and spiders spin their webs with flair.

When buzzing flies make presence known,
housekeeper lets out a thunderous groan.

Ants parade around the kitchen
and make her start twitchin'.

The cricket choir serenades
our evening promenades,

as fireflies flicker in the night,
about which we love to write.
June 29, 2024 at 3:43pm
June 29, 2024 at 3:43pm
#1073329
Hand in hand, we walked along the beach,
spring break some fifty years ago.
We walked and talked and laughed,
while chasing waves and scooping shells.

That afternoon delight became a steady thing,
as our bond kept growing stronger and stronger.
The touch of your hand made me quiver
when I placed the wedding band
on your finger.

Before long, three children joined us on our journey.
Then came first steps, first words, graduations,
weddings, new cars, new homes as our family grew.
Through years of joy and struggle,
the touch of your hand became my anchor.

With your hand in my hand,
we entered the realm of retirement.
Today, that sensation
still feels as grand
as it did fifty years ago
when we first met.


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