I used to live beside the sea
It was not long ago
A footpath went along the beach
One could walk, and watch the show
As the ocean played its song of love
And the seagulls made much din
It was a lovely place to go
As each day, it did begin.
I loved it in the morning times
When the moon was big and round
It seemed to rest upon horizon
Such joy I often found
Admiring me, this yellow orb
That seemed so very huge
And as I’d walk, within my dreams
I’d often take refuge.
Sometimes I'd walk there, evenings too
And watch the sun go down
As the sky would turn to marmalade
And it seemed this Sphere would drown
As the ocean swallowed it all up
And the night came creeping in
And seagulls sang there evening songs
How I loved their noisy din.
There’s something about the mighty ocean
That makes me want to write
The seaweed and the salty breeze
Give me such sweet delight
I love the rivers, love the lakes
And yet the wild, wild sea
It has a treasure of it’s own
That just calls out to me.
5 November 2013 @ 0950hrs.
The ship arrived surrounded by fog's dew,
his years she carried on her seaward tracks,
the wide upfront, horizon's line was dark,
- a stork he was, comradely to her crew.
(Thus, curious, he stood upon the moors,
projecting epitome of their rejoice,
and stern, the sea-waves' hum, repressed their voice,
enduring memory the dusk allures.)
A trenchant stork, with harbors in cahoot,
side-gazing for the sunken to discern,
Perceived the sea-men deftness and concern,
applied the color of night's darkened soot.
The dusk abraded then, the ship's details,
still numbness; maybe was the ship that stared,
as his persistent - curious eyes paired
with mind's perseverance, head-rope and brails.
Around the ship quizzical boats tripped,
like wooden cradles-coffins, they were stray,
companions lost beyond skylines' array,
sea's signalizing roar, on moorings whipped.
( Their sacrosanct ascent designed the stairs,
for spotless angels to walk amidst light blue,
like then the stork recited what was true,
- a dark night ship, for his bird's story cares.
And then they fled to skies - two comets' glows
that cut through distances, in ardent Spring
a song for wanderers, harmonic link,
- the emerald of Aegean shallows. )
What foolishness of storks, invites the ship,
stray souls to marry in night's ebon phase,
two finger-funnels tall, on skies to praise,
wraiths' upstage flight, on everlasting trip?
© G.V. 09/25/2012 All Rights Reserved
What makes me tick?
You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick
Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.
Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell
Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.
These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.
10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.
This hour is oh, so beautiful
I sit, and I devour it all
As silence fills my heart and soul
This sunset makes me feel so whole.
I watch the sun approach the ocean
Absorbed I am in deep devotion
As I see it melt into the sea
And oh, the joy, the mystery!
The sky fills up with orange hue
It’s lost its color, azure blue
And as the sun drowns in the sea
This beauty, how it touches me
The orange hue grows deep, then dies
Bringing darkness to the skies
As birds sing out there goodnight song
To tell the silence ‘Day is gone’
I sit and ponder on this show
Then leave it all, and home I go.
29 June 2014 @ 1337hrs.
Written March 25, 2013
Any minute now
The sun will rise again
A ship sets sail for the ocean
Another's coming in
I don't quite know
Where I should even begin
The day breathes a sigh
That makes me wonder why
The rain falls only in the den
Where we sit so patiently and wait
The same couch from our first date
Maybe this is just our fate
What house is this I'm in
The paint is wearing thin
The sound of stories told
Has got me growing old
Just you and me my darling
And all the red starlings
Any minute now
The night will come again
We'll set sail for the ocean
Watch others coming in
If I ventured in the slipstream
Would I find you in my dreams
So be still my love
Don't fear this life you're in
Things will change this time around
I'll let the light shine in
I'm just waiting
For this life to begin
seagull rides the waves
waiting for a chance to strike
a helpless victim
Keep on singing, bird
I cannot see you
as I sit enclosed
by the four walls of my room
But I do not need to see you
with my eyes
Your song goes to the centre
of my being
making me ever aware of
the kinship of my spirit
I do not hear you anymore
Perhaps you have flown away
but the vibrations
that your song has set up
within my soul
will go on
like the never-ending waves
of the ocean
Thank you, bird
bird sat on a perch
ocean reflects upon clouds
rain fills a great void
Haiku, contest entry