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mcradloff

Grizzly Adams

Hi
My name is Grizzly Adams
I have a very simple diet
Roots, berries, and bark
Old Mad Jack has hundreds of different recipes
From these three simple ingredients
Sometimes it's gooseberries
Sometimes it's mullberries
Sometimes it different bark and different berries
I don't believe in eating meat because all the animals are my friends
Especially my best friend Ben
He's a grizzly bear
I also have an Indian friend called Tacoma
We're blood brothers
So if you happen to become lost in my mountains
I'll help you out
And give you a yummy meal of roots, berries, and bark
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
Grizzly Adams was one of my favorite shows from the 70's. I just got it on DVD last night.
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Ummka

Tell what secret you own?

Tell what secret you own?
What is so mad, I love you.
Tell what secret you own?
That without you already, I can't.
Tell what secret you own?
That you dream often at night.
Tell what secret you own?
That I ceased calls friends.
Tell what secret you own?
That I lost the rest.
Tell what secret you own?
That a shadow you go for me.
Embedded image from another site
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Posted: Aug 2017
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K_Ann_70

A King Unprotected

Rook sits, forgotten

Bishop sweeps to capture queen

Knight seals trap. Checkmate.
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
I miss playing chess!
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K_Ann_70

Meager Reason ND

I took a trip to Meager Reason, ND
A place where the gold shore meets the pale Tasman sea
There the deep ocean fills with synergy
And tides crest just for me
Until the edges of the beach are left foaming.

In this great place of Meager Reason, ND,
Melodies played and all the dances were free.
Eager punters shouted "Five on the three!"
Lazy days began and ended happily -
Born of greetings, smiles and spontaneity.

Not really a place, but a space, between we
Of like-mindedness, shared interests (so far, three)
I'm waitin everyday to see if you and me
Can go back to the place, can get back in that space
Oh! Meager Reason ND.

Mmm, Mmmm oh where can you be?
Can the weeks you've been gone be an eternity?
I know you're real - Google searches told me
Of the times you were a boy, drummin, banging keys
And that song that you sung? My smile is all teeth!
I've got the giggles...'cause I loved it.

So, when's the next trip to Meager Reason ND?
Space in your mind, for a time, just for we
You know it will do until I can come see
If those eyes are true green,
And those lips that look sweet,
Are all that I hope they can be
Say soon! Meager Reason ND.
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
An anagramic melody...because you made such an incredible impression on me.
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morgen90210

How high is the sky?

How high is the sky? Once tried to fly a kite...it flew a few kilometre high ...and still climbing up till my ropes was no more ..going up was easier it took one hour ..and then I decide to reel it Back..after 4 hours and twenty guys later ...we only got a mile Back and was totally exhausted !! ..what goes up MUST come down ..We waited an hour of breathless air..and yet it hung up there forever ...one hour before sunset we've given up hope ...of getting it Back in time for dinner.. I stayed Back reeling in till it was supper and yet i've only got Back another half a mile ...by bedtime my father came to take me Back ...he was worried that I was lost or hurt... We bid our goodbye to Mr.Kite and cut it loose...and very soon it disappear from our view ...got me wondering just how high is the sky?
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
Had a similar exp with a group of friends (5) we got it up and going and used a string that span 5 kilometres ...when it hit the mark it was still quite low ..after half An hour we decided to reel it in..it was total chaos and lots of bravado each one lasting not more than ten mins ..after 5 hours and with another 5 friends rope in to help ..we finally cut the string and ran home with our tails between our legs ..by the way ours was the only kite that flew the highest and longest ..our competitor got their string snapped halfway and it crash on top of the flat ..we never played kite again
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pastafarian

Deja Vu

Each day I wake up
it’s the same as before.
I learn new skills
share and give more.

Every time I wake up to a new dawn
I feel the same as when I was born.
My heart begins to ache as I learn who I am,
the pain I can fight, I’m sure I can.

I face the same things without a clue,
But repeating each days mistakes that’s not new.
I have been here time and again
it’s called Deja Vu.

© - 1996
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
another from my private collection of thoughts...
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mcradloff

The Gong Show

The Gong Show
Is my favorite show on TV right now
A dad and his daughter clogging to Dueling Banjos
This week a man playing the piano with a cello balanced on his head
There's the man who uses his fifth sense of smell to predict what you ate
There's the man who tells jokes and then yells Scooby Doo!
Acting out the video game Street Fighter
A pretty girl looking like Marilyn Monroe twirling inside a metal hoop
Hotdogs and Applesauce
The cackling witch
The man trying to juggle chairs
A woman playing the harmonica with a tarantula in her mouth
jumping rope
telling jokes dressed up as a huge bunny
and the comic with a paper grocery bag on his head
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
This is my favorite show so far this year. It dates back to the 70's and I watched it back then too, though I only remember the Unknown Comic.
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lookn2share

A DAY AT THE BEACH

It's truly breathtaking watching the rising Sun give us daylight
just as awesome witnessing a setting Sun bring back night
Those picturesque moments are ones you're certain to recall
"A Day at the Beach" epitomizes casual entertainment for all

As the Sun gradually ascends...sunbathers inundate the shore
relief from the sweltering heat are the Emerald waters next door
The worlds whitest beaches in Pensacola are second to none
the most alluring sights are lying out under the scorching Sun

Squawking Seagulls are synonymous with a day at the beach
Crane stalk the waters edge hoping a tidbit wanders within reach
Sand Crab scurry in and out of their holes seeking what it craves
in Blue Angel formation...Pelicans glide inches above the waves

'A Day at the Beach' guarantees memories but you must never forget
the ocean demands respect or it will take your life with no regret
Beaches are invaluable places that offer fun and ways to unwind
when your day reaches done be sure to leave only footprints behind
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Pensacola Beach is all I said it is,
I witnessed these occurrences at
a visit to said beach.
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Oceanzest

The old town

All quiet the light of the old town
earthern rusted verandahs
iron balustraded conversations
of men of youthful daring
long forgotten
sons lost to the sea

Of hooves and parades and produce filled wagons
of wild-eyed dogs in the doorways of an afternoon

All this held fast in the silence of old men
who hobble in the winding lanes of the cobbled night
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
thinking about an aging waterside town.
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wayne34

the model

Porcelain skin
Smooth to touch
You stand on high for all to see
Figure 10

Features less
face hidden
You look from monuments high
On folk below
No one knows who you are
Your past hidden future unknown
drapped in your best
For all to see
you are
the woman of desire
For men to desire

show them your not cheap
Your the seller the buyer
The porcelain figure
The model

The doll
The manuquin
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Posted: Jul 2017
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