Poems only

[Jupiter]

There goes Enigma,
a shadow in pale moonlight.
His footsteps are calm.

[JaS<3]

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall do-nor fear any evil
As I stand at the tops and marvel at mother nature's beautiful rotunda , a bomb of an idea hits me
If right , I will have a cross to bare , if wrong , behind will be a wood that cares and a rock that dares
Up above will be a great place to sit and stare and contemplate something with flare

[Wraith14u]

This night while I sit and stare
Thoughts come I know not where
Obtaining no rest I look for my peace
Viewing the questing star knowing I cease

[Rose Livingstone]

In the Bay by Algernon Charles Swinburne

With 40 stanzas it’s too long to post in entirety- but it brings favor on those curious. There is only one time in this bay:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45293/in-the-bay

[Fogel]

Add a bit of that lemon pepper
and
get it ready for breakfast, lunch, or supper.
I prefer it at breakfast.
I prefer not to bring a sandwich but a frying pan.
The Pavlovian response is strong, so I do what I can.

[Fogel]

Doing what I can,
So, is it within what I can?
To fly, to ride, to hike,
oh, my.
Where I've been
or
where I haven't?
Aside the prize
touching hand in hand
or
all boxed up confined
to the land?
For a small token
which became unspoken,
A little pride was given
long ago
And now a little pride is needed
basic small and low.
What else is there
but an exchange, a deal,
a . . . promise so real.
Good friends weather every storm
and are there from the beginning
to the end.
There's a deal to send
in clear cut paper and pen,
and with it a message of love,
honor, respect, and the memories
that we send from here to eternity.
That's what it was about
the share of what's dear
to each.
Peace

[JaS<3]

Don't forget that I can not see myself, that my role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror
- Jacques Rigaut

[sadcom]

Hunter's story. Part II.
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I feel like a soldier who returned home
I'll tell you my story. I want it be known.
The battle was lost, but not the war
I could have won - the luck of the draw.

Some minor wounds and major headaches
Shell-shocked and frostbitten. Is that what it takes?
The price to win my personal war...
I do not complain. Not anymore!

My major enemies were extremely bold:
The rocks, the water, the air and cold
In the last battle, I must confess
The water and air have kicked my ass

I was overpowered, I could do dickens
I felt like a trembling blind kittens
The rocks and cold so tried to hurt me
But in perseverance I have a degree

My two great helpers did not let me down
First Mr.Wood, then Mr.Brown
I knew them well, since my childhood
They were my company, they did me good

You may not grock the stuff I say...
Please, someone tell Forrest: have a wonderful day!