Adventure by Ollie

A Search for Purpose in a Random World


December 2015

A Song for My Soldier


This is meant to be played or sung as a song.  When I read it, I hear the music in my head, but it doesn’t read well.  I feel the message is still lovely and hope you enjoy it.  Thank you for visiting…

There’s a boy that I once loved,

Way down in the valley.

He had eyes gentle as doves,

Down in the valley.

I’ll show you his picture fair,

but he’s gone far away from here,

Far from the valley.


The bugle horn called him away,

Down in the valley.

He joined the line of boys that day,

Down in the valley.

Keep him safe from harm, I’d pray,

And bring him back to me one day,

Back to the valley.


The letters came with words so sweet,

Down to the valley

Promises we planned to keep,

Down in the valley.

Words that told him he was missed,

We sealed each letter with a kiss,

Sent from the valley.


Sad news came to me one morn,

Down in the valley,

My love was lost and I forlorn,

Down in the valley.

They say he saved another man,

But what of all our hopes and plans –

Down in the valley?


They brought him home with purple star,

Down to the valley.

And laid him in the old church yard,

Low in the valley.

I wept long, then got my gun,

Marched up to the battle line

And earned revenge for all of my

Lost love in the valley.


If I die here in this war,

Bury me next to my love,

Down in the Valley.


4/13/15 Love Poem No. 1

another love poem…

Adventure by Ollie


Written for National Poetry Month: 4/13/15

Shall I fail another test waiting for results?

I’ll shelter

Underneath branches

-strength tested

the whisper of leaves

growing from a seductive tickle

to a roar mighty

loud and exclamatory –


– it shouted.

Of course you’re not –

(I know that).

-Was just pretending.

You are a Bird

with blue wings

calling through the jungle –

heavy the heat.

More of you are calling now,

filling the sky

– dark thunder,

duplicating voice –


Yes, thank you –

another mistake

along, with, this, embarrassing, misuse, of, commas,

I see now,

a Honeybee.


you zing, but all I hear is

“Buzz, buzz, buzz,” as you

loop angrily

beating your chest.

(Oh, GOD! That chest!)

Shirtless the brawny

mountain cliff.

The whole jungle shakes

as nostrils flare –


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4/14/15 Love Poem No. 2

Oh Gosh, but I still love an old-fashioned love poem….

Adventure by Ollie


Love Poem No. 2: 4/14/15

You’re never good with


and you’ve not concept of time –

because they’re numbers,

and you’re only good with words.

So listen carefully,

and I will teach you how to do

a calculation;

and before the day is through

you will have numbers. 

Are you ready?

(Close your eyes.)

Here are five fingers,

reaching out to hold your hand.

Entwine your fingers 

with my fingers – take my hand.

Now do the numbers:

Five plus Five?

That makes two.  I think I understand.

(Five plus Five equals two? I have much more work to do!)

Now pay attention!

And I’ll make it simpler still.

I have two eyes, Dear,

and they’re focusing on you.

You have two eyes, too –

see my reflection deep within.

Let’s do the numbers:

Two plus Two?

That makes one! I knew I wasn’t dumb!

Now I’ll be stricter!

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A Bird or Two


Breathing in and out;

“This round, fat curve of mine

Pressed against your muscular lines,

Silhouette the soft pillows side by side

And change the dark colours of the sky.

Add gentle music, lighten the hue.

There ought to be a bird or two

Leaning into one another, nesting

My round belly on your hairy one, resting”

she whispers,

breathing in and out.

Pearl Blue Scales


stumbling cross eyed paths

rivers run in parallel

opposites of one another

with whole universe in between

on the other side of seeing

so much grit fogs the lens

hiding depths

hiding fish in water

hiding the cool pearl blue scales

nickles in a wishing well

pass on uncounted


hungry in the streets the starving children beg

when there should be a photograph, somewhere

there should be a museum full of art

worshiping your frame

detailing every tiny way

in which you catch the light

in your fins

and toss it out again; raindrops

then my grumbling stomach might laugh

might smile

might pretend not to be hungry

while staring at a picture of


these two rivers

never meet until

too wide the


the sea

the innumerable faces

one of them might be yours

but it’s not

and I’m not

either one of the crowd

I am

what a monster


coiled beneath

river grass and


and you are

just one glory bird

sailing above

a distant horizon.

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