Outdoor Tales & Poetry

[MTURBO]

I love this one.

Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
Out of the silence and the shade
What is the voice of strange command
Calling you still, as friend calls friend
With love that cannot brook delay,
To rise and follow the ways that wend
Over the hills and far away?

Hark in the city, street on street
A roaring reach of death and life,
Of vortices that clash and fleet
And ruin in appointed strife,
Hark to it calling, calling clear,
Calling until you cannot stay
From dearer things than your own most dear
Over the hills and far away.

Out of the sound of the ebb-and-flow,
Out of the sight of lamp and star,
It calls you where the good winds blow,
And the unchanging meadows are;
From faded hopes and hopes agleam,
It calls you, calls you night and day
Beyond the dark into the dream
Over the hills and far away.
William Ernest Henley

 

[TPVT]

To me, this is where a mind can go ... in the dark, in the woods, when there is no fear of being alone in nature. You've captured it so well.

When dark obscures, the mind draws us just such pictures. Thanks for this.

i happened across this thread, and i have enjoyed reading it. thanks all.

EDIT: adding in case anyone saw. i added a poem, but was not really what the OP was looking for. oh, it's wicked good...just a bit off topic.

 

[taldesta]

i happened across this thread, and i have enjoyed reading it. thanks all.

EDIT: adding in case anyone saw. i added a poem, but was not really what the OP was looking for. oh, it's wicked good...just a bit off topic.

So sorry to have missed a 'wicked good' offering, truly ... however ... in appreciation and respect of your self-censure - which I trust to your own good judgement ... may I say thanks for contributing and for reading here.

 

[taldesta]

I love this one.

Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,

William Ernest Henley

Here I go again, learning ... Thanks, MTURBO, s

 

[TPVT]

So sorry to have missed a 'wicked good' offering, truly ... however ... in appreciation and respect of your self-censure - which I trust to your own good judgement ... may I say thanks for contributing and for reading here.

ha, thanks T. it was a poem yes, but not an outdoor poem. so, i removed. after all, this ain't no ordinary poem thread!

keep em coming fellas.

 

[Esav Benyamin]

pithy people
anthropologists say
ruled the world once
long ago and far away

in africa pithecanthropus
gave rise to folks like us

changed their name to homo
left their ancient home
grew a larger dome
learned to write a poem

sapient siblings continue to write
showing our new intellectual might

-- EB

 

[Zemapeli]

i happened across this thread, and i have enjoyed reading it. thanks all.

EDIT: adding in case anyone saw. i added a poem, but was not really what the OP was looking for. oh, it's wicked good...just a bit off topic.

An Ode to Oosic...



Strange things have been done in the Midnight Sun
and the story books are full ...
But the strangest tale concerns the male,
magnificent walrus bull!

I know it's rude, quite common and crude,
perhaps it is grossly unkind;
But with first glance at least, this bewhiskered beast,
is as ugly in front as behind.

Look once again, take a second look
then you'll see he's not ugly or vile
There's a hint of a grin, in that blubbery chin
and the eyes have a sly secret smile.

How can this be, this clandestine glee
that exudes from the walrus like music?
He knows, there inside, beneath blubber and hide
lies a splendid contrivance - the Oosik!

"Oosik" you say, and quite well you may,
I'll explain if you keep it between us;
In the simplest truth, though rather uncouth,
"Oosik" is, in fact, his penis!

Now the size alone of this walrus bone
would indeed arouse envious thinking.
It is also a fact, documented and backed,
there is never a softening or shrinking!

This, then, is why the smile is so sly,
the walrus is rightfully proud.
Though the climate is frigid, the walrus is rigid,
pray, why, is not man so endowed?

Added to this, is a smile you might miss --
though the bull is entitled to bow --
The one to out-smile our bull by a mile
is the satisfied walrus cow!
I saw this somewhere on the forum and just now found it again.