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Atlantis

~ATLANTIS~   Featuring:) Kelly Deschler

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Can't be re-written by the Gods
The land and sands of time'
Destroyed by the fire of Poseidon's curse 
Atlantis swallowed by: Earth
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In one day and one night
Peaceful existence met its end
Built on a volcano, now surrounded by ancient rippled tears
Lava stripped apart the rich and glorious empire
Enriched by Engineers and Architects whom loved power more than the Gods 
Forgotten souls, sheltered by a watery grave
History withheld from shallow sunken memories,
Western sky's hide the truth, a vision from the Pillars of Hercules
"An island situated in front of The Strait of Gibraltar"
Ghostly ruins wait to rise above the Mediterranean and Atlantic Waves
A magical island held down by the hands of death, 
~
Atlantis lost city walls ---a secret hidden by mermaids
Partially buried, beneath the ocean floor it lies
The largest sunken treasure never to be found
Magnificent pillars of an imperial palace still stand
Somewhere hidden under ancient sand
Some are leaning against turrets, that toppled after the impact
Nothing human will ever inhabit these walls
No feet will ever touch these staircases, again
Only an eerie silence now resides here, with the blue-green waters   
Seaweed grows along it's outer walls, like ivy on a trellis.
Obscuring it even further from the human eye.
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Other ocean tides will never compare
Tantalizing blend of fantasy and mystery
Stone walls covered with precious gems
 -Listen to PLATO'S voice-
"Look close, Look close, into the sea!"
Through the light and Pillars of Hercules
Some where out there buried in the vast 
ATLANTIS THE PARADISE


~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


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Smoke - Dust From the Past -

Smoke (Charades)

Abaft the weather bent the time
outside the ship, around the shore
we saw its smoke in airy climb,
to fumigate from now to yore.

The fume was rising from the two
tall funnels covering its shape
with darkened soot, while dead its crew
was calling us behind its drape.

The smoke was dancing back and forth
persuading us to move and sway;
Ironic shined the star of North
reluctant breeze slid down the brae.

We thought it was the ship's horn or
three sailor ghosts that danced charades,
behind the smoke, our nightly chore
had mimicked them outside of Hades.

As smoke was covering the land,
some scattered lights that blinked and cried,
diffused away at its demand
until forgotten, sank and died.

We followed thence, the engines' chug
to dance around two skyward lines
where hung the ship's torn island flag
and our charades that drown'd in brines.

© 10-14-2013, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Tetrameter)

This poem was first posted in the past under the title "Smoke (Charades)".


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There Be Dragons


There Be Dragons


In that place where the Earth meets the sky
Where magic reigns with myth
There dwell, yet still, great dragons that fly
Blue unicorn and gryph...

Fantastical creatures cloaked in time
An epic testament
Where the Zepher lifts the fae--sublime
No longer reticent--

Beware! The splenetic Nebulous
Who guards the minutes there
Her exquisite mass is ravenous--
No jot or tittle fare!

Do some planning should you gallivant...
The fae will help you see,
Lilly, Lilac, Aster,Skull--enchant
With such simplicity!

By the Willow Bliss of Yesterday
You just may want to quit...
But don't let your vigor ricochet
Cherish your kismet!

Delight the dragon and get a wish
Show some humility
But watch your heart--his favorite dish--
Your liability!

There be dragons in the twilight of day
Timeless and roaming free...
Seek an oasis wherever you may
And most aggressively!

deborah burch©
4/13/2012


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The Ship

The Ship

Foreshadowing the dusk, appeared immense,
magnanimous the skylines sent the ship,
its blackened sight embossed the thought and sense
of sailors that imagined its long trip.

The ship's black smoke ascended to the skies
from supercilious tall funnels, smog
bestowed its sacrificial offing size
to sovereign Gods that lived inside the fog.

In front of us, the ship's displacement thrilled
approaching, hence, magnificent the moors;
Her Soul, the Sea, and eulogy that killed,
relentlessly enticed, through dark allures.

The night descended when the ship's steel gaze
examined curious and measured me,
proposing wedlock and a fate of blaze,
my competence, demanding, in the sea.

Across the Straits, young Lady Sadness kissed
with ripping cold my twenty years and eyes,
resembling Her Soul, the Sea, amidst
the Northern winds that howled and life's demise.

© 10-15-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)
G.V.


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To Lie Awake In Doubt

I muse a song that songs have known,
and often of it sing
what of waste? what of want?
and of desired things,
I tell a tale no man has known,
and every man same
in the blood of human life
all hearts, they beat the same
speak of drear and weary thought
and rise thee from thy grave
oh the things we poets lost--
so often short of change

ah, the signs that hold us so
bound, we are, to fate
myth we cannot seem to grasp
held to that we state
legend--how it holds us so
even as the moon
we, the sea of hope and dream
pulled away too soon...
and the shore, so very close
each time, we stake our lot
we fall as once upon a dream
so short of this we sought
but once again, our eyes, so still
bereft of light, remain
and seeing there the cliffs again
a seabound soul, we gain
to toss and turn a-thousand nights
to lie awake in doubt
to hope beyond a weathered shade
of days, we drift about





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Song Of The Seamen And Their Ship Called Mary Rose

Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves 
She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night and day
With the ocean's heaving gusting squalls blowing off proud stern and mast
Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast
The calm, liquid waters of the sea flowed quietly purple for now-
Unaware of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow 

Her alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the oncoming storm
Impending doom was yelling its cries while the seamen went unwarned
Down below, inside their cabins the seamen peacefully slept
Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept
The oceans black, boiling waves beat savage against starboard and port
As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report

The old wooden beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creak
While the blackened roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet
Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against wailing squalls and gusts
While deep inside the bow in bunks, the sleeping seamen thrust 

Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice cry out 
When the seamen heard his voice -they heard fear without doubt
“Awake, all of ye’ ”,   Captain Noe forcefully roared
“Alive! Awake… all ye’ seaman come quickly up on board”!

The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear
While the brave captain fought - loyal seaman brought up the rear
They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death
As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath 

To save their mighty Mary Rose, they’d dip their very souls in blood 
Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood
With plank and bow standing fierce between them and their fate
The raging ocean’s fierce, blackened waves - the sea they could not hate

The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves
The winds had tamed their violent voice against captain and seaman brave
With unshakable courage and seaman’s wit not once were spirits broke
Each cheered his mate and captain strong as they fought with steady stroke
Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain
Their manly courage did not wane - their fight was not in vain
For all the courageous seamen and their brave Captain Noe
Joined together in hand and spirit to save...their proud Mary Rose 




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Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


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A walk with me

Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway 
to the sea.
Onwards to the village, 
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
 
I venture down 
a chestnut lined road
under a canopy 
of Copper Beech
where bright shafts of sun
illuminate a lane of lavender 
a sea of perfume
wafts the air.
 
Climbing an incline, 
hills in view,
the distant sobbing
of water sounds
a trickling brook emerges
ambling through magenta heather
and thorny gorse.

I reach a stile, 
entrance to the woods
where a carpet 
of frosted red cyclamen 
bleeds down to a deep dark glen.
A chicory lake lies there, frozen
as a mist uncurls between reeds.
  
The granite hills,
 soft with snow,
luminous against a whale grey sky.
A copse of pine trees
surround a curving river
where trout pout, bubbling.
 
At the fold of day, 
returning hom
The pale sun sinks the horizon
as stars tremble
into a velvet night




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Any Ideas?

Well what should I write about tonight?

Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?

Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.

I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.

I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.

There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.

I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.

Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?

I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?

Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.


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The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








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Hopeless and Filled With Heartache

Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me, 
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?


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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands 
for assisting me with the words 
I could not find.

1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black

I Hope you enjoyed it


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A vampires poem (1549)

Blood i seek, blood i lust, 
blood i crave, blood i must! 
Day has gone night is here, 
eternal day thats all i fear! 
Years have past seem like days, 
endless night i stop to gaze. 
Forever young i cant get old, 
thirst for blood my skin is cold. 
Born centuries ago in a far distant land, 
were i fell victim to another hand! 
I left my home land so long ago, 
where this evil feeling did so grow! 
I searched for others just like me, 
i sailed the ocean across the sea. 
Years went by my search was long, 
looking for belief to were i belong. 
It was Paris (1304)it finally came, 
i think of it again and again 
The night was young it was pouring with rain 
She whispered in my ear that we are the same. 
Enemy of man, they hunt me down, 
home for now, this old town. 
I hear their thoughts, i smell their fear, 
most often they don't now am here. 
I keep my face on that old bookshelf, 
because that's the only time i see myself. 
Blood i need, before sun rise, 
staring through these black cold eyes 
I roam the night were creatures call, 
i write this now from this old town hall. 


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A sailors soul


A sailor's soul has an epic thirst Only nourished by the sea For only upon it's waves and swells Is a sailor's soul set free He prays for winds to fill his sails And clear skies to chart his way A pull of rum and cheap cigar To finish out his day The stories spewed, both lies and truths Will fade upon the seas For until his ship, next leaves it's slip Will his soul again be freed


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Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


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The Stork


The Stork

The ship arrived surrounded by the dew,
his past she carried on her seaward tracks,
across-the-board, the skyline turned up 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 clever stork, with harbors in cahoot,
side-gazing for the sunken to discern,
perceived the sea-men deftness and concern,
applied the coloring of nightly soot.

The dusk abraded, hence, the ship's details,
still numbness of the gray; her spirit stared,
as his persistent, learning eyes had paired
with mind's perseverance, head-rope and brails.

The boats quizzical, around they tripp'd,
loose wooden cradle-coffins-like, astray,
companions lost beyond the clouds' array,
and signalizing waves, on moorings whipp'd.

( Their sacrosanct ascent designed the stairs,
for spotless angels to walk upon the blue,
like then, the stork recited what was true,
- a dark night ship, for his bird-story cares.

And then they fled to skies - two passing glows
that cut through distances, in ardent Spring
a song for wanderers, harmonic link,
- pure emeralds the shoreline-noon bestows. )

What foolishness of storks, invites the ship,
stray souls to marry in his darkened phase,
two ebon-funnels tall, with smoke they praise
our wraiths' long flight on everlasting trip?

© 09/25/2012, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic Pentameter)


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Silk Scarf


Last night the moon told me to pass,
from that same knoll we used to walk,
midwinter's cold, after school's class,
- I heard the silences to talk.

The moon above, was a waxed smile,
transmitting to creation light;
the pines were present and the aisle,
recalled my bronze six buttons bright.

I think the night wanted to talk,
or maybe to attend and care,
something was missing from that walk,
but was ascribed in the hung air.

Arcane the moonlight and your stare,
asserted truths that were forgotten,
my only certainty was aware,
the pines our song recited often.

I think you passed alone from there,
before the solitude to nest,
upon my Oxford blue sky's fare,
and constellation of Northwest.

Ascend above the stars of then,
appreciate the ghosts of time,
upon the knoll I walked again,
amid the pines, the sage and thyme.

The arbor greens, recalled that scarf,
I bought from Indies, on last barque,
half-ended trip because the surf,
never revealed the moors in dark.

Blue waves on silk, buoyancy failed,
betimes it was this last of nights,
the winds of Indian reckon wailed,
sea waters entered from dead lights.

© G. V. 01-16-2012
( Iambic tetrameter)


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brines' sister


Back in the distance stood her form
she waved saluting - and I knew,
our life had stopped , the distance grew,
- when I embarked, her glance was warm.

The Adriatic was that night
calm - covered by a cotton mist,
- she shroud became, of our last feast
that lingered in the souls first light.

And ghostly was the old ship's log
- fair ocean sister - end betimes
she covered us with sounds of chimes
that rang harmonic from the fog.

Like Sirens' voices their sound welled
forthright - unearthly was their verse
so blithe and kind in minds rehearse
thus spoken words beloved and held.

Brines' sister, distance and faint glow
- from depths my solitude enacts,
while shooting stars on earthward tracks
night-race to quench by ocean's draw.

The boldness of the ship declines
the nautilus' endangered fare;
it's wrongful to recall her stare,
our bicycling and coastwise pines.

Brines' sister song conducts in air
- our magistral attended line,
how beautiful the dewdrops shine
- aloneness floats on seaward fare.

© G.V. 04-21-2013
(Iambic tetrameter)

Contest: Longing
Sponsor: PD
Placement: 1st


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The Stork I


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
(Iambic Pentameter)


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Sea And Space

I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.

I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.

Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Man's history,
Written in the stars as destiny.

I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.

I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.

Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.


Details | Epic | |

When the Earth was in danger 1of 8


Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly on my imagination.
The theme is anger, how it can destroy even the entire Earth and if controlled,
how it converts into a creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of 
Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of Destruction……………..What was 
the cause of this anger would be explained in the concluding part of this story. 


When the Universe was in danger   1 of 4 

The cascading spring of poetry or anger, start flowing,
When pain got absorbed, in one’s mind and heart,
And the agonies of   heart, show their somber face,
When they dance on the lips, while words take shapes.01

The utterance becomes a melody or a loud voice of thunder,
Depending upon the depths, of pain and piercing thorns,
When tears start rolling from eyes, without stopping for a while,
Like the streams which keep flowing,   without ever stopping.  

												
When the waves of pains, strike high touching the air and,
The separation from love splashes against the sky,
It takes shape as a pain of heart, and goes-up like high waves or, 
It burst like heated lava, coming from a Volcano’s chest.    03

Suppressed pain strikes the rocks, when they comes on its way,
The sea of turmoil creates a fearful noise,   while hitting the rocks,
The anger then burst, like the sea surf covering the mighty rocks,
To engulf everything coming, before the raging mind and heart. 04

Considering the end to save the lives, the earth started shouting loudly,
As if the Tandava Nritya*, had started to engulf the earth,
O Please Stop, You are the God of creation & destruction too,
Have mercy, O Shiva*, O Please stop, your Tandava Nitrya,*
Or else the whole earth would forever come to a halt.   05


Ravindra

Kanpur India 14h Feb 2011                                      to continue in 2/8

Clarifications:

Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus, who is also the source of all creations and
distractions. Shiva’s Tandava is a vigorous dance that is the source of the cycle of
creation, preservation and dissolution. Tandava depicts his violent nature as the
destroyer of the universe.

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction



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Young Fool -To my Father

YOUNG FOOL.

Weren’t you the silly and stubborn young man who came to the land of the Free
and home of the Brave to work for free, starve and get no sleep? How dare you change 
paradise for this?

Once the night fell you got on a tiny boat with a thousand others breaking your mother’s 
heart and making the toughest man on earth cry, your father.

Oh you silly young man... smart, handsome, talented, and humble of only 23 decided to 
risk it all. You had it better than most back home, yet you needed more. You needed to 
set foot on the land of “Once upon a time.”

Days went by, weeks and maybe months, desperation came closer and the toughest 
broke down, the braves returned back home to make it there as if it was meant to be like 
that and the fool like you continued. Even though everything seemed to be endless, you, 
I guess, you trusted God or were too blind folded by your desires that you didn’t back up.

Tierra! (Land!) Was screamed in desperation as a sign of relieve. Tierra! Columbus and his 
men would’ve been ashamed of their cry announcing that they had reached land if they 
would’ve heard you and your companions.

OH, you silly old man, still don’t own a home. Yet, feel that you have accomplished all. 
Like a sleepy baby you got through the days. You made it through with hands that had a 
mind of their own, fixing things, painting, and doing things that still amaze us all.

But you, you didn’t come here for the home, the car of the year, or the Bling Bling but for 
the future of two little girls. Foolishness, ignorance and desire taught you to be the best 
man to walk the surface of the earth, to be tough, to be brave like a soldier and to stay 
humble all the way!

I love you Dad.




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Harmonica


The ghosts come stern to foreshadow
their routes westward to Atlantic,
nautilus trust to sea mantic,
- and ocean deities endow.

Their ancestors were apt sailors,
to serve an equal cause for years,
on compassed routes - funeral tears,
sabled wives shed to sea bailors.

The blue engagement is a spell,
that haunts the island men since birth;
whom sea engulfs is an owing dearth,
to morose depths of mournful well.

The sailors stand on the stern deck,
as dusk turns colors to dark gray,
with a harmonica's sad play,
the long tear shadows and stares beck.

© G.V. 07-18-2012, All Rights Reserved


Details | Ode | |

Sea Shanty

The sea gathered her voice
on the crest of the waves
as dark clouds were herded
by the wind as he raved
in a symphony orchestrated
through elements of sound
composed by the air
from his drafty compound.

By the drum of the surf
on the beat of the waves
a crescendo that climbed
with the sea as she raged
while the wind as the maestro
pulled pockets of sound
from the whistles and moans
as he swept ‘cross the ground.

Soprano! cried the killdeer 
Tenor! screeched the gulls
as a baritone foghorn
boomed from the hull
of a ship that swayed
drunkenly atop of the surf
staying clear of the breakers
that crashed on the turf

The ship creaked a response
as it groaned a refrain
but the deft hand of a shipwright
would keep it sustained
for he’d hewn and he’d whittled
great emblems of love
carving an angel for the figurehead
and atop the masthead, a dove.

When the wind stopped his jostling
and the sea spent her ire
the ship slipped back to its haven
of warm hearths and bright fires
where the men mused and wondered
over great tankards of ale
if the hymns and  hosannas..
had been but, the wind in the sails?



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WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


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Sheffield knife

Sheffield knife

We stood across the ship's black painted brim,
forever weak appeared the beacon's light,
the night imperfect seemed; the stars shone dim,
(moon-flash steel's curb and twinge of Sheffield knife).

The birds' were singing in the mauve of dawn,
notes resolution of communion's chrism,
the images back then, became my dome,
and Hades' kingdom glassy rainbow's prism.

Life ornamental was, fast to dissolve,
advancing wilt, recall of distant stare,
for none was this equation to resolve,
a wine's red spill, and stars' marquee of  prayer.

( I'll stay away from Aden's doleful coast
assuming that earth's blooming fields are mine,
upon the wharf a flash and I became a ghost,
a challenging recall and blade's bold shine -

- I do recall our sweetest Sunday feasts,
the teenage dreams and blue noon skies,
our bicycling along the shoreline's mists,
the nightly gatherings, our talks and smiles.)

© 04-29-2011, G.Vevetopoulos
(Iambic Pentameter)


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Ride of the Daystar: Har - Magedon

A great tumult has occurred in the sea
agitated waves tussle and brawl in the sea

A sea, whose waters are parted,
parted by a swarming multitude of beasts, and one Great Beast

Beast, I advise you, there is a King, a Star in the Day
riding upon a white horse, Eminent and August
	
August and Purposed was His way
sword in hand, fetters in one

One, without uncertainly, He rode toward the sea
and with certainty His strike was dealt

Dealt, the waters were parted
by means of one blow all the beasts were smite

Smitten, all but one, the Lord of the beasts
the Daystar turned his strength to the Great Beast

The Beast, skilled and adept, was struck with one articulation 
not with a song of death as its intent, but a rebuking

Rebuked, so it might not agitate the waters
fettered, so it could not provoke the sea

See now, the waters were parted
the bodies of which were two

Two parts, divided by the Daystar’s blow
one to the south and toward the north was one

One, agitated, heavy with salt, and broad as elapsed dreams
the North, tranquil and fresh. just adequate to chalice in the palms

Palms firm, the King turned His day heat to the south
and the waters evaporated, so that only pillars of salt remained

Remaining, the Daystar blessed his radiance on the North
with palms the King cupped the unsullied waters 

Waters in hand He tossed them into the desiccated earth
and the waters revitalized the salted land in support of the King

And the King continued to shed light on the waters for a thousand years
for a millennium, the earth blossomed.

Blossomed for a time, a time, times five hundred times
after which, the fetters would be loosed


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Understand yourself to understand me

I know who I am and love me even more… ripened like the finest wine never pop my cork.
I love harmony and don’t mean a tune, but a life from harmonious view.
I don’t tolerate the devils dirty work disguised to hide the shallow blue….
Looking like the sandy blue seas once hitting the coast with such beauty, but once unhidden is 
truly a Tsunami.  God utilizes my time more wisely.
 I am God’s special gift, so I feel sorry for you if you choose me to mess with.
To mess with me is to harm yourself stop trying to understand and understand yourself. 
Understand God lives and shines through me... do you now understand me, now try to 
understand yourself.


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OBLIVION OF UNICORN INFECTED EXISTENCE OF FECAL MATTER

I once told a lie 
as I looked her in the eyes
LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL
I just smashed a bowl

CB is a troll
In both sense
Wandering through minds of the unforgiven
As they irrationally spill their metaphorical hearts


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rolled Durham smoke

rolled Durham smoke

It stayed with me, my bequest's constrain;
the ghostly harbor - my sixth sense,
I knew the mowing death sequence,
- this notion haunted me again.

Had sent the mail - my filed advice -
the ghosts of gunmen who have died,
upon the moors they stood with pride,
- the Rider asked his deathly price.

In air he thumped, his rhythmic waves;
demanding cruel his death tolls;
in town the women wore black stoles,
the 'killed in duel' dwell in graves;

The Rider hummed - our vessel moored
inside this port on Nueces' edge,
much red was shed on cypress sedge
- my instincts sharpened and inured.

Tall stood he on the wharf - I knew
the wind whipped ropes upon the mast,
- we drew the guns; he lifted fast;
my two guns bucked debt-law to ensue.

I felt the slug - he moved across,
already a ghost, on moors he stood;
I tasted blood - got up - I should,
with red drops staining grass and moss.

( I saw her standing on the field
amid red poppies and tall trees,
her thought became my holy shield,
bestowed, thenceforth, her grace in breeze.

She spread her arms and called me eft,
above the clouds to Astral Halls
athwart stood gunman - fast and deft
in Tombstone, Mobile and Sioux Falls.)

I rolled and lit a Durham smoke
with children watching me round-eyed;
that March, (I thought), a gunman died,
I heard bells' knell and two crows croak.

©  07-18-2013?3 G. Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)

(I do not smoke)


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A Epic Voyage

On lofty seas 
she's carried me
Across many an ocean wide
Through winds and waves
O'er  watery graves
And many an angry tide
I be seen all sorts 
In many a port
Me lads an me hoist a few
Then back to the sail
Midst raging gale
Into waters crystal blue
Thars a lass who waits
Near Harbors gates
With brown skin oh so fine
She takes me in
Tho im wearing thin 
She doesnt pay no mind
A night o lust 
Shakes of the rust
In her bosom I shut me eyes
And rise in Morn
Used and forlorn
An greet the azure skies
A wink of eye 
A kiss good  bye
For salt air beckons me
Loves found and lost
I counts the cost
For me first love is the sea.



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Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


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Speckled Mist

Speckled Mist
 Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
 Large enough to consume our world
 Then as if connected to an invisible cord
 All become stiff as an old iron board
 
More beauty than could ever be caught
 Its multitude could never be bought
 The force of it all becomes unstoppable
 Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
 
Watching all things stiff
 Starts forming a speckled mist
 Within a dark green hiss
 It's a piranhas kiss
 Thats what that is
 
And out of the violet mane
 There hearts open souls untamed
 From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
 Within a males pyist
 It's love not in a grist
 It just keep forming out a name
 Once again eyes wide open love without game


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The Pirate and the Princess

Alas morning has come, 
the treacherous storm has passed
Anticipation heightens my senses as the wind swirls past, 
The essence of musk engulfs me;
Replacing the aroma of sea salt that once filled the misty air
I am assured that my beloved pirate is homeward bound

Perched upon my lighted tower
I gaze out across the horizon, waiting, hoping 
For that first glimpse of the storm tattered sails 
That adorn the vessel that had denied me that which makes me whole

Although the competition that vies for the heart of the Pirate may be grandiose,
There can be only one victor!

I cachinnate at your feeble attempt
To match wits with my poetic prose
Step aside Oh witch of the sea
And wipe the gull crap from your nose

Tis my beauty and grace that will prevail
I am the picture in his mind
You are just a barnacle
Hideous and unrefined

I pity you and your reckless dreams
Of captivating the Pirates heart
For no wretched wench of the sea
Could ever keep us apart

A Pirate does not long for
Raunchy harlots dressed in rags
Courtesans with damaged goods
Or withered old sea hags

Nor is it a rotund woman 
Paunchy and robust
That titillates his senses 
Filling his loin with lust

It is I dressed in fine linen
Pink orchids in my hair
The scent of passion I emanate
Will be more than he can bear

So step aside young peasant girls
Watch and whimper in despair
As he chooses the lovely Princess
Both voluptuous and fair

Your songs are inchoate and crude
Like the Sirens fatal call
I sing my celestial serenade
Your harm it will forestall

(Song of the Princess)

For I am your ardent Mariner
Manning the beacon that lights your way
Pacing the gallery day and night
From my post I will not stray

Time has yet to diminish
The taste you left behind
That gentle kiss that bid farewell
Remains within my mind

The vacuity induced by your absence
Has been replaced with a burning desire
To settle myself upon your manly hood
And extinguish the sensual fire 

I touch my fingers to my lips
Then place them at my heart
A tear descends down my cheek
Creating the waters that keep us apart

In desperation I call to Poseidon
Great God of the sea
Hear my prayers, feel my pain
Bring my pirate back to me 

Please hurry home sweet Captain 
Oh pirate of the sea
Hurry home to the one you love
Well all know that ‘s me!

To all the strumpets that compete
It's time that we retrench
Save your hearts and walk away
He’ll chose the Princess not the wench


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The Edge

The woman steps out on the balcony of her high rise apartment and among the buildings and streets and stoplights witnesses a fulcrum, an edge.
An edge, the edge, the intersection of beginnings and endings,
The moment when crops are ripe for harvest.
The edge calls to us and invites us to forsake what is known,
The edge calls us to test the limits of our understanding,
And step into an abyss of possibility,
Sinking down into relaxed awareness of beauty,
The edge awaits us.
The edge, where race no longer matters and neither does popularity,
The edge, where souls delight in the magic of music,
The edge, where souls delight in the power of seasons to change and death to beget life,
The edge is where we are neither disappointed at what we have not done or anxious that we will not continue in doing,
The edge is where we can see a life, a leaf, a soul for what it is without a biased back story of prejudiced contrivance,
The edge is where babies go when they are awakened in the womb,
The edge is the horizon where sunrises and twilight take our breath to the height of admiration,
For only God can make this atmosphere to shine just right as the sun and moon dance their dance of gratitude,
The edge is what I wish for now and always,
The woman steps out of her house in the mountains and among the stars hidden in sunshine and premature butterflies hidden in billowy leaves on trees she witnesses an edge, a fulcrum.
Where divinity and gratitude explode in the praise of creativity and the worship of life anew.
Edges, edges where comfortable platitudes have no voice and ignorant assumptions are ostracized,
Come quickly edges, come quickly edges and embrace me.


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THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








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The Devil Philosophy

The way, in which I lived, so shall I die? 


The sea salt washes up against rocks 
and bleach the stones white 
Like a genuine pearly stone. That when I knew 
Someone was mourning a death. 

The party was going strong 
The doorbell rang. In that moment 
Everything changes. 
Speak low, lean low 
Turn down the tempo 
A sudden death; another wealthy mortal man 
Took his last breathe. 
Did he pass the test? 
Bending over and sniffing the coke 
By the mountain load; 

 Cocaine scattered all over the desk. Money burnt 
How you lived, so shall you die? 
Why cry. That was your life. 
He became the cocaine and 
His mind became retarded 

The salty breeze massages my scalp 
As they soul jump into to the sea 
longing to be cleanses 
Speaking low, leaning low their noses 
Are on fire: another lost soul

Bolivian marching powder 
Drip, drip drops of blood 
Vanish out to sea. 
a different kind of philosophy
The Devil philosophy


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Perfectly you

You say you aren't perfect,
but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you.
Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt;
also remember, they glisten with remorse.
The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old
and leads life to the good vulnerability
that teaches humility and belief.

Singing; your voice awakens the dawn
and dancing you set the moon.
Entrancing, you smile
and for a moment I glimpse forever.
Joy's child is your way
and grace is in your name.

Awake in the watches of the night
He watches your panic weeping;
wanting your day to soar 
and set twilight leaping.
Stars twinkle in sympathy,
and meteors lead sight to the other.
Come away with me my love and wink at suns.


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One Summer Long Ago part 1

.One Summer Long ago  


I watched idly as the wind played with white puffy clouds
The sun shining brightly against the loud blue sky 
The horizon shimmered and danced
 merging sea and sky into eternal romance 
Islands of white ,amidst  deep emerald  waters ,dotted the Aegean 
Stretching away into shrouds of summer haze and misty beings
Waves crashed onto golden sands of deserted beaches
Baked by the sun  ,unmarked and virgin for eons
Whispering above the wind,  siren songs lured  weary bones to rest ,
while billowy white sails  float along to the west
The great long oars sweeping along the painted faces 
of warships majestically making their way among  long forgotten places
Dusty footprints in the earth lead to visions of truth and purity
To tales of  beasts, gods and  beauty
This is the land to which I sail ,
 embarked upon my epic journey of which I will regale
 A young man of thirty , on a quest for adventure and  tall tales
Returning to seek a  necklace recounted in  myths and legends

As it  proclaims ,a necklace adorned thy crown o mighty queen 
A pure reflection of peace and beauty ,a rare sight to be seen
 Now at war they  seek your pleasure
The reason behind the lust for crown and glory 
And to the victor ,go the spoils 
 One  mighty warrior took his treasure
 and killed the queen as his pleasure
 In drunken glory he gave the crown 
 to his lover  to keep till he found 
A reason to return for his crown 

He went back to war , and died for his sins 
his lover grieving went back home to her kin,
 He to his lonely grave , and she accepting her fate 
 Tossed the necklace  into  the sea as her heart learned to hate
 She recounted many times , written in poems 
 buried by sands ,lost amidst  the memories of long ago
,the map and all the treasure of their war
the story of their lovers parting day
 Why she tossed it so unceremoniously into  the bay
Calling upon her Gods to protect and curse
her secret of jewels from her death to her rebirth 
Cursed and forgotten it was said ,
 The secret taken to her final bed

Generations apart, a legacy passed down in poem and song 
I, the  younger son, took it upon myself to undo the wrong 
to recover and to keep ,the  jewels hidden in the deep , 
And close the door for all time ,
this legend of diamonds ,sapphires and gold 
I would not rest till I conquered my goal, my mighty quest


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Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

My father decided he wanted his children		
buried, and left for dead.
But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true,
spared her children instead.
So I met with my selfish father,
where, by Gaea, we both were led,
and, holding the sickle she gave me,
this is what I said:

"Hello, dearest father.
I'm glad that you came. After years without you, 		
I know how you feel about us.				
I just hope you know:  We feel the same about you."

"But we are not here to argue.
I came here to say good bye."
He knew farewells were in order,
but he did not yet, know why.
I explained our situation,
as my siblings stood idly by,
saying, "If you don't want to have children,
you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try.
But its too late to go back now.
You cannot erase my family and I.
So that leaves us only one option,
and that's why I'm saying goodbye."

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came.  Now pay what is due. 			
We know how you feel about us,
and now you know how we feel about you."

He regretted the seeds he had sewn,
so, in charity, I reaped his remorse.
I swung my sickle pure and precise,
with such fervent and furious force;
His blood was late to react to the wound,
and that which was lost by means of divorce,
found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean-
unable to ever return to it's source.

	Together with most of my brothers and sisters,
	there seemed to be no better fit
	than to send him away, as he would have sent us;
	to the bottomless Tartarus pit.

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due.
We knew how you felt about all of us,
so we showed you just how we all feel about you." 	

"Farewell forever, father.
I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone.		
Know that your fear was what you created,
as I take my seat in what once was your throne."


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Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

WinterBane

WinterBane 
WinterBane 
 
Soltive pre ordained priest warlike additives initially a Jesus Freak becoming cold 
hearted in the winter. Bane has come with hatred of simple minded people. Sexual 
orientation is nill. Macabration indentation on the quilt. A welcome matt with a towel 
for spills. I have a small fortune tied. Up is not an option now. There is only snow up 
there eventually. The water line is nearer the river then the streaming stream of 
water near me on the highway catching all the melting riverlets as they run away 
from home in WinterBane. Some men still have strength but they abuse it think to 
break down boarded ruins tearing down old barns and cornors of old abandoned 
houses where homeless and poor people might find shelter from the rain. Where will 
they find to dwell. Because of wealth they have a large area to heat in WinterBane 
they have a larger of a structure the more expensive in the WinterBane with sleet 
coming down in Sheets of Ice looked like a solid wall of water hitting me Frost icing 
clothing no thing was DRY ice all over me a few moments after I stepped toe out of 
sheltor walking on the SIDE of the road cant walk on the roadway slipping on the ICE 
stepped offroad walking in the treelined. I found what looked like a Najavo Hogan 
brogaded outside there was clothes hannging on branches a Babylon Garden in the 
snow. While the whole city was whited out at degrees zero. The goose has a liver. 
Oh Pâté the liver rules the Goose is cooked with too many alcholic incumbents while 
the minutes of the meeting Read all old activity reported long ago nothing is new 
under the sun. Nothing there is nothing is there nothing in my past has preparred me 
for my future education has failed me for the alcholic eye was ruined for functioning 
in SOciety degenerate reborne. Nothing smelles worse to a man then sex mixed up 
with tobacco and alchohol how can anyone live as porn objects and still survive the 
toll booth smells like whiskey before three pee em it takes the heart to control it 
takes the lust to want. I feared to die for I was sinnor I feared one day to lay 
underneathe the snow ensheathed but then one day has come to eye EYE Fear No 
Snow EYE Fear No Snow I am a man. The snow no longer bothers me. I am beneath 
it all, My soul is not inside of me. It leaves me when I fall. As I lay here 
silently,wating for the trumpet, It will blow! 
I do not any longer fear the snow. 
Copyright © 2006 charles hice


Details | Free verse | |

Beneath

Beneath the ocean, below what we know
lies a word most souls never see. 
those who dare travel to that depth
Discover passion abreast true despair. 

Above the surface our bearings hold fast,
the way home can always be seen. 
Fore far beneath the calm we show
love rages and it's jaws won't release. 

Loves first real gaze hinders all time and space
all things lost appear to be found
One moment, love seems like the glue
till the chaos changes all we perceive.


Details | Lay | |

Simply Unforgetable

Lol here i go writing another big ass letter today. Gosh seeing you for those 15 min or wat ever is now making my heart sing. you have no idea how much i am happy right now.
Pending
you cant even imagine how happy i am right now. I GOT TO SEE MY ANGEL AGAIN.
Pending
gosh looking into your eyes was a nicest trip i ever taking. even on drugs i didnt have that big of a high as i got after seeing you.
Pending
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK! i am so FUKIN happy you can't even FUKIN imagine. lol. i wanna hear your voice so bad again. just to boost my high right now. lol. DAMN i think my heart is gonna stop right now of how happy i am right now that i saw an angel like you today.
Pending
Gosh no one ever made me as happy as i am right now as you. Damn i wanna see you so much right now. So how do you expect for me to live with just me. MUAH i love you baby.


Details | Free verse | |

The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark


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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest


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when our children ask why?

the stones will tell the story of their journey into the Promised Land
the children of Israel with the Ark of the Covenant at Gigal they came to stand
they had crossed over the Jordan River when the river bed by God was made dry
and the Lord told them to tell all the children if they should ever ask why?

God is at work in our lives, He has a master plan
He's prepared us for that which for us He has in His hands
our lives have been redeemed by His unlimited mercy and grace
as He's the God of the whole universe of all air, land, sea and space
we've been fashioned in His image and the likeness of His Son Our Holy Lord
and when we accept and acknowledge Him our lives become more in accord
as all things work together for the good of those who love Christ
no matter the trials nor the tribulations that you experience in this life

when our children ask why we worship and honor the Lord God
the words out of our mouths should be from the depths of our hearts
tell them that once they understand the purpose that for them God has ordained
they'll be more equipped to handle life's frustrations, upsets and pain
let them know no matter what in life they are going through
the joy of the Lord comes each morning and He will always be with you

trust in God to open doors and let His Holy Spirit guide you along
believe in His word, follow His commands and you will never go wrong
by exposing the core of your being, your soul and becoming a vessel that God can use
now as a true disciple and servant of Christ you can never lose

so reverence God, respect God and hold Him in the highest regards
and when our children ask why tell your testimony from the heart
that God is omnipotent, there is nothing He cannot do
He parted the Red Sea and the Jordan River so His people could pass through
so when our children ask why, why we glorify the Lord God?
we can tell them about all the wonderful things and the miracles He imparts








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The storm is come

Red leaves fleeing trouble before the gust:
like children playing tag.
Tumbling to shelter under,
or it is to the brick wall.

Tears from heaven
hit cheeks from the side,
and lash down to toe:
and the whole becomes a sea.

I am swept away in it's fury:
each wave crest seeks shores,
and pours itself away; to abandon. 
Cherishing that kiss with earth.

Fury must find it's rock;
be diminished in ecstasy,
and sink into nothing.
Before turning into life.


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Moulting - for you

the next is like the first
equally shedding more skin
you do that again and again 
and I known each time 
you look at me 
we are transformed

and so we take each step
each page is torn away
a day, a week, a month
eternity in our eyes

this time with you 
like a wave that never breaks
a swell in the heart of the ocean

where the two race, play, swim

we are
the ones we see

in the next moment the sun rolls by
you lighten up the room
again a mirror 

to the little pools of mystery 
spilling out around you
giving up the secret

moulting in the broad day light


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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


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Season's Greetings!

Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest “Season’s Greetings”!
We’re all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings!
In just one single season; 
I can change my very significance, 
Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being,
I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing.

Autumn decorates Mother Earth’s leaves with painted colors of a much clever design.
Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine.
Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I’m breathing.
Summer sparkles in midnight’s mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat.
Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory,
Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Great Goodness!
I ‘m believing in exactly what it is I‘m seeing and feeling!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Goodness Gracious!
I’m feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being!

A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out.
A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount.
Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear.

Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree!
Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 
‘Tis Season’s Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!




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then came the!

they drag there feet through the dust of charred land.
observing and writing all's that they found.
smoke bellowed high in an eruption of cloud.
all in it's way was incinerated down.
then came the calm compared to the storm.
the local's forgot and returned to the norm.
cutting off fruit from the tree's by the lawn.
almost forgetting what they saw in the storm.
then came the day that the world was shook still.
three crater's erupted and raced down the hill.
leaving the sea as nothing more than a stream.
krakatoa had spoken and was now to be seen.
the local's prayed to the god of the fire.
struck dumb in a trance they raced to ground higher.
ship's in the sea were smothered in ash.
the breath's of the crew choked as they gasped.
86 mile's away eruption's were heard.
survival was second,panic was first.
tropical city's were drowned in grey ash.
then in the morning cataclysmic sound's passed.
then came the water intruding the sea.
all in it's path became the deceased.
first came the heat now come's the wet.
dozen's of feet high with the force of all death's.
black and white photo's show familiar sight's.
once stood tall buildings gone over night.
then came the fiercest measure of all.
krakatoa had bounced from the earth like a ball.
light colored magma mixed with the dark.
causing directly the sea to embark.
off on it's journey to show all's who see.
that mother nature is here and al way's shall be.
then came the final eruption of all.
heard round the world like a universal call.
pushing on further the sea to the sky.
the tsunami came quicker as the tidal wave's climbed.
panic had gone as the world was to end.
no longer have family,no longer have friend.
do you think that the sea care's who's holier than thou.
no god shall ever hear the prayer's of the drowned.
only the calm of the few did survive.
the world now stood still,shocked and surprised.
who's god was it that sent down this plague.
pushing the night into all of our day's.
mother nature creates us and can take us at will.
so be kind to the lady and hope she is still.
respect her and understand she rule's us all.
don't be surprised by her power,when she stand's tall.


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Battle For The High Seas

Lo and Behold

 A Subterranean grip

 Alas a woman's mass appears in this Word Trip

 she cries for Ahab to head ashore "Give the creature the slip"!

Avast a wide mast unfurls across the ship 

The Captain's cries for the harpoon are drowned out by the cracked whip 

The wondrous size of the White Whale appears from the drip 

The sheer weight of the beast causing the schooner to flip 

The showdown is on 

between Captain Ahab and Moby Dick


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The Eye of the Sea - part 1

(note: The site restrictions don't allow long epic poems, so I have split this into 6 segments, each should run straight on from the previous one.)

THE EYE OF THE SEA

Or
The Rime of the Ancient Kubla Kahn on the Road to Mandalay

There washed ashore a devil’s whore
Who claimed he’d never been paid,
Near dead from Sin, or weatherin’
Yet feared to loose his blade.

We did our best to ease his rest,
But our experts all were vexed:
The Old Wives College exhausted their knowledge;
The doctors cursed their texts.

Wracked with pain his life had waned
His eyes were growing dim,
His final words were barely heard:
Everything looked grim.

With chicken pills we cured his chills,
For strength we gave him broth,
His brow was mopped, his temperature watched,
We swaddled him in sailcloth.

Then from afar with strengthened heart
As if ‘twere heaven’s game
His mien changed, he had regained
The pilot to his flame.

In heartened mood we gave him food,
And bade his tale be told;
And so he spoke for the price of a toke
And a butcher’s bag of gold.

“ ‘Twas in the port of Herringford, 
Where all the cows lie down,
A skipper talked, he claimed he sought
A crew of great renown.

The wind was high in a sunless sky,
The waves were barreling in,
And word got round of men to be found
That night at The Mortal’s inn.

At eight o’clock the bolts were shot
And all were locked within,
With muttered words of rumours heard
And lubricant of Gin.

The Captain coughed and glanced around
For conversations shed,
With laser gaze and aged malaise,
In a darkened voice he said:

‘Into the storm at the crack of dawn
We sail on the morning tide,
Let no man here betray his fear,
His passion or his pride!’

The aim of the endeavour was legend’ry treasure,
The fabled crystal ship of the Prince,
Lost years before off the Straits of Nepal,
And famously quested for since.

Our boat, ‘The Eye,’ was a Barquentine,
Just a quarter league in length,
She sailed as sweet as a sackful of eight,
With grace and speed and strength.

Twelve good men without pretence
Agreed to the journey ahead,
But the cheery tales of places sailed
Belied their inner dread.

The crew we got were a hardy lot,
Experienced one and all,
But none were fools and caution ruled 
When it came to signing aboard.

Continued on The Eye of the Sea part 2


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Barnacles on Bones

  Sirens call
       And tempests toss
      
        The Dutchman asks his due.

 Scythed by moonlight
        the dark crystal sea beckons
 To the romantic, the foolhardy
          The adventurous and unwise.
 
   The sea is a wicked lover
 Every seven years
           You’ll threaten her yoke
                   Tempted by the land
            

   But Lorelei will not be idle.
   Your song she will yet sing

sinewy seaweed snakes
round your limbs
pulling you

Under
Under
Under
 
As bubbles like drowned pearls
Leave your lips like a kiss


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TITANIC VISION - This was my fourth poem written in April 1998 - Rhyming

The great one glides to her ultimate destiny

Soon to etch in time an infamous legacy

All souls aboard not knowing their fate

An iceberg ahead,

just lying in wait

This huge ship of iron,

cutting so easily through a wave

About to send so many to a watery grave

Dozens of safe crossings by it Captain so proud

Confidence buoyed by calm seas,

and nary a cloud

Little children run and play on her gigantic deck

The Lord knowing for some,

their parent's last trek

Young lovers,

completely oblivious of the future

Set plans for America,

and offspring they'll nurture

Yet this massive ocean,

Earth's giver of life

Can be so unforgiving,

making widows of many a wife

The rich and the poor,

standing shoulder to shoulder

Going down with Titanic,

never to grow older

As loved ones in life boats,                    

hear those horrible cries

They are doomed to relive them,                  

for the rest of their lives

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn


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The Adrian Dorr

You have heard of tales 'bout giant white whales
And squids with arms longer than oars
But there's just no fright, like the site, in the night
Of the ship named the Adrian Dorr

The tale as it goes, whether true, no one knows
When a Mate catches site of that ship
She snatches his soul, as she adds to her crew
'fore, a word can escape from his lips 

It was late one night, with the Captain on deck
Where I've seen him pacing before
While he stared out at sea, never looking at me
Sent shivers right down to my core

There was something He knew, the others did not
And I didn't quite "get it" before
But we'd just passed through, the place, that He knew
Sailed the ship, called the Adrian Dorr

It was just such a night, when She met with Her plight 
While the clouds, played tag in the sky
The fog rolling in, one could hear it begin
That eerie moaning and sigh

She ran up on rocks, or so was the talk
With no one,  reaching the shore
Although Captain and crew, well seasoned , it's true
All sank with the Adrian Dorr

Then a chill racked my spine, And I froze where I stood
As I saw Her main mast, pierce the fog
In a blink of an eye, I was waving "Good Bye"
From the deck, of The Adrian Dorr





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Look To The Sea

With waves crashing to my feet repeat in timeless cavity;

Stranded through its idle pull in our ellaborate flames...
Shallow pools in its left over residue plain yet what to do?
Still,
Look to the sea...

Onto a far off distance after she would marry me
Let all evil now flee,
The turning of the dial in its exquisite source
Look to the sea,

A waves tumbling then what to believe
A grand fulfillment in what to achieve;
In long lines we will find,
A tollerance for truth yet one drop of a dime

In time we can come to a reason for while we are alive?
Look to the sea a reason to believe,
What have we achieved?

Our fallen economy collapsed at its seams!
Scream
Through the notion of laughter a tear drop fell
Amidst the excursion an inner swell

We look deep through the pyramids amidst its timeless cavity...
Look to the sea lest I refrain amidst a traverse glue hero's are game
A line drawn in the sand,
When will we ever understand?


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slumber

Walking down the dock on a sunny sunny day,
The ground begins to tremble,
The boards begin to shake.
Side to side the waters start to sway.
The houses started crumbling-
I'll go the other way.
Confused in dismay,
What brought on this day.
Then to hear steps running,
right down my lane.
Fear upload,I gotta go,
I'm running to the boat.
The boat takes off, relief sets in,
Then I think again.
I look around, my heart then pounds.
The demons chasing me,
were no longer on the ground.
I hit the deck & hold my breath,
But do not fear of death.
They see my face, its time to go.
I'll cut threw the evening show.
Somethings wrong,I do not know,
We start to over flow.
I grab a raft & say good=bye
I'm off this f*****g boat.
Arrive ashore,can't take no more.
Be sure to leave no trace.
Their right on my tail,they followed me there.
This game no longer a race.
Cut threw the yard,
Slow down my pace,
Look for some where safe.
Then to notice, I am all alone, nobody's here in this place.
The yellow house,the smell of paste,
I'll never forget this place.
The spooky sense I feel from here.
I hear them @ the gates.
I run out back, into the street,
then what I come to see.
A mansion on top a hill, as far as I can see.
I take off quick,& don't look back.
For this shyt, I ain't beat.
I reach the gates & continue to wait.
Hoping salvation for me.
--I turned to look and see,my demons in my dreams,are still chasing me,I cannot feel 
my feet.
I get so scared I close my eyes & open again to see.
I'm home in my bed,safe as any could be.
That was a crazy f***in dream.


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the Eye of the Sea - part 6

Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 5


There washed ashore the Devil’s Whore,
Who had three times been paid,
Preserved through Sin and worshippin’
Beelzebub and the grave.

With many a cheer he’d drunk all our beer,
He’d finished off most of our weed,
We witnessed in silence this story of violence
And fury had sowed its seed.

As he finished his tale he turned rather pale,
For he noticed the swords that we held,
Unsheathed and steadily wielded and ready,
For the act that we all felt compelled.

Yet none took the lead in this, ‘merciful,’ deed
All scared to touch Lucifer’s Bride,
‘Til a preacher we knew explained what to do,
So we burnt the poor bastard alive!




And,
On the Island of Flowers, where the days pass like hours,
In a silent, secluded cavern,
Two sailors discussed their betrayal of trust,
Whilst polishing a Crystal Galleon.

O’Leary said to Griffin, “D’ya think he’s really coming?
To, ‘hunt us down like dogs,’ and take us in?”
“If he comes back, I think, he’ll prob’ly buy us a drink,
For finding this bloody damn ship!”













THE CREW
1.	Captain – Montgomery McWhirter.
2.	First Mate – Thor Grimpmire.
3.	Bosun – Haggis McTavish.
4.	Doctor – Cuthbert Creely.
5.	Chaplain – Loki Walker.
6.	Cook – Nipples McGinty.
7.	Hand – Noel Pierre. ………………………….…..Lost
8.	Hand – Hades Stint. ……………………………...Lost
9.	Hand - Augustus Griffin. ………………...………AWOL
10.	Hand - Frothy Johanssen.
11.	Hand – Sprinkles O’Leary. ………………………AWOL
12.	Hand – Nifty O’Howell. …………………………Lost
13.	Hand – Skate Wills. ………………………...……Flower
14.	Hand – Terry McCassey. ………………...…...….Flower
15.	Hand – Gordon Blue. ……………………...……..Flower


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The Tale Of A Fairy And An Ogre II

Contd.

Ogre:
Not on this gory planet
None can demolish my dour hell
what you call it a peaceful heaven.
My power of existence is creator when the life ends.
Am the dark and am the shadow
Your luminance will not result my persistence.
 
Lord's Day:
'Ogre',
Your shadow, your darkness and your evil magics
were not endowed with words
Your presence is your existence
When you can destroy the beauty of the ocean
Remember 'Ogre',
There is a begining of pursuance
and there demolish your existence.
I bring those rays with the first morning of the week
Filled with prayers and moral wishes of myraid deities
These divine rays and holy time
will destroy you with our beautiful Fairy's shine.
 
Ogre:
Forgive me
'Oh Lord',
I will leave the eternity of peace and beauty
I will never come back again with any curses
I will set free your Fairy
Let me go and I will take with me all my fury.
 
Fairy:
 
'Ogre',
Whom you will set free?
Turn back and see me smiling at your fear of your existence.
When my tears and your laughs can destroy Mother Neptune's endowments
My smile and your fear will destroy your existence.
Oh 'Lord's Day',
Thank you for coming
and saving me from this shadow of evil
Light me, blaze me with your virgin rays
Let the evil construe the power of beauty
Let the evil cede and die in agony.


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The Tale Of A Fairy and an Ogre

Neptune: 
I believe what I endowed the earth
with the swashing foreland when
the arogant waves strikes and take birth
of gentle ripples while flashing back
To the oceanic abyss, the sapphire peace. But
Where are you my marine fille?
Come and spread your crimson caudal fin
on the swashing foreland
dress your long aureate hair with
the white shells of the long dead snails
those gliding away with the ripples flashing back.
What haunts you?
The black ugly Ogre? 
No fear! Don't be afraid!
Your beauty will reflect a blaze
And the Ogre will no longer come on your bay.
 
Ogre: 
When the ocean is rough
and the tide is high
with the moon I rise with my malign wand
I savor the beauty to ruin
that you endowed with your charming wish.
And your marine fairy?
She is confined deep down in the blue
Lonely and in the dark
In my drear world of torments and fear.
Her little cry with my laughs
brings the rising tide and wakens my pride.
She will be cursed, she will shed with blood
Even your divine words will be her
birth of a daemon's life.
 
Neptune: 'Ogre',
You will never see the moon again
once  she finds her way out
The fear of her what you are laughing at
Is the sword of her liberty
And when she is done withal her anguishes
Is the form of her divinity.
Oh! My marine fille
Come!
Come and fight this evil
Your beauty with your agony
is the only weapon of Ogre's demolish.
You will then sing along with the splashes of waves
you will swim with the seagulls coming from distance
you will dive with the Delphinidae
and hide, seeing the boatman's fish net.
 
Fairy: 
I suffered a lot, a lot more than what you felt for me
'Mother Neptune',
Forgive me for I could not trust my own beauty
As it's the only treasure that makes my lofty.
This Ogre, I was never afraid of
But I used to belive I will lose my valuable dignity.
But no more tear that ruins the beauty of this earth
I will wait for the next early morning sun
And the rays will blaze to the demolish of the being
of Ogre's evil aspires and I will once again
live to your heavenly endowed world
and swim from the foreland to the distant horizon
without being the traitor of the faith of my own beauty and shine.
 
Contd. "The Tale of a Fairy and an Ogre - II"


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UNICORN DREAM

In everyone’s heart and on their minds there’s a special dream they’re trying to find. A wise old couple traveled the world in search of their unicorn dream. They came to an island in the sun then they knew their search was done. They captured a fabulous unicorn then they came home from their travels all tattered and torn they boasted of their fine treasure they had tied and bound. Then flash she set herself free with the magic of her own horn. The wise couple said “maybe it was for the best”. They knew they had been trapped for years in their own dream. Yet not to be discouraged by their last quest they set sail again to search for the best. No matter if you are one or ninety don’t hide your dreams. As sure as there is a morning star, your dreams may not be too far. It may be the love you never had. It may be the book you never wrote. It may be the song you really wanted but did not sing. Everyone has someone or something deep inside they want to have and hold and possess. Like the wise old couple keep on searching till you find your own happiness.


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You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


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Odysseus How?

Over three thousand-five hundred years ago
There was a story that was always told
How a man fought wars and defeated foes
And traveled for twenty years. How strong, how bold?
 
Many miles that hero went
Going to Troy and the Aegean Sea
Sleeping in hulls of ships and war tents
Fighting by Achilles. How scared were thee?
 
He tested the gods like Apollo and Poseidon
He only wanted a voyage home again
But the sun-god’s heat, the sea-god’s triton
Made it hard for him. How to win?
 
He built a mighty Trojan Horse
And put thick wax on his ears
The journey was long and coarse
It cost many friends. How many tears?
 
He returned home with happiness hidden
Only recognized by man’s best friend
And his wife blocked suitors and had them forbidden
He returned to his wife. How did it end?


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THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS: Excerpt from epic poem.

 

With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young, )
hold on to that, the string of that
to grip the meaning of it
as I grip the iron balustrade
along the miles of esplanade ;
think the century's wise men are ignored,
each lamp a light, a sage for each lamp.... ...

Drawn to the Sailor's Arms, her kegs
the weight of years upon the legs,
for whispers round an inglenook
where galaxies are in the glass,
to swap a tale, another round,
a golden fleece, a crumpled map !
Or waft around for words, like smoke
along the butt - ends from the tar,
or vanish down into the draught
if Alan Watts is at the bar.... ...

Below, where gulls quarrel in kelp
no harbour there need shelter me,
no life - boat slip to cries for help
need bring my spirit to the lee -
I hear the past with all its murders,
the wind wail through the rusting girders
yet still am I, free to fly with you
who lean against the railings, too !... ...

The world may seem to come in bits -
let nonduality begin ?
Come celebrate your opposites
for all depends on loss to win !
Tribal culture in your face -
to win is everywhere you turn,
if God is losing all the time
then will we ever, ever learn ?... ...

'You'll win' he said, 'its in the bag',
out on the point
what can the mindless wind do
but wave the flag?
Missing the point forever
signalling our nascent spirit.

And the voice said
'raise your head when the night is cloudless 
and tell me who you are subject to, 
remember the truth of your own story
as your eyes take in the glory'.... ...

Full to be empty, empty to be full -
do you hear the paradox, do you feel the pull ?
I do not mean to be patronising,
have I asked you too soon ?
Do you see what I mean when you gaze at the moon,
when the full moon, lifeless is full of light ?... ...

I sit upon the lobster pots
that decorate the harbour wall,
if you come a little closer
you can see me in the hall,
if you do not hold the key-
Mrs keepings locks the door,
I'll be looking out to sea 
after eight but not before.... ... ...


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 4)

You regret your foolish disclosure, as you confessed to be a cold hearted lover for she was 
lost of hope n’ sacrificed herself from this crest for her love for you consumed her totally, 
though her broken heart, in the care of the angels choir, now sings reforged in the fires of  
immortality…
You lived your life in the garments of a scar around your heart, covered in bark, thrombosed 
to the love of another, it now cries in virtue n’ chastity from the sentient tree that consumed 
your ashes n’ dust in the grave at the top of the crest by the sea…

I give to you Poet my blessing, so you can relinquish your guilt n’ pain of love’s abandoning 
from the bed of blame you made of your grave, for your quill is at peace till your 
homecoming into this world, my sweet poet come back to me…
For time was your crest from this day you have leapt, you are forgiven my love so rise, let 
go your purgatory n’ perhaps one day we will meet once again as your soul escapes the 
gravity of captivity, now owlish n’ wise let it fly to our destiny…

Though not a word is spoken in these moments of conjuration from a lover long gone in an 
age of castles n’ quests by the sea, it stormed all night n’ I remained by your grave side till 
sunrise n’ the flame in your eyes became the Immortal’s fire to reforge a tarnished heart, 
for your tortured soul now understands n’ through the flames your mind will follow…
Now I see the picture you have painted in the illusion of the rainbow n’ I sense the birth of 
humility n’ grace as the sun breaks through the storm clouds, for your poem of remorse 
finally rests n’ you my love are reborn with angel wings to ride mother earth’s breath…


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Albatross

With wings spread wide, above the tide
He soared amongst the clouds
The sea breeze blew and there he flew,
The mighty albatross

He flew to meet an ancient ship
The ice it could not cross
Save noble bird, the saviour
The mighty albatross

The ice began to melt away
The path ahead to cross
A good luck charm, to bring no harm, 
The mighty albatross

He spent his days among the crew
Yet fate is but chaos
His days were numbered, very few
The mighty albatross

For then an ancient mariner
An arrow shot across
And thus he fell unto the waves,
The mighty albatross

And as he fell, he cried aloud
While flapping in despair
What foe is this to go and kill
The mighty albatross?

Did I you harm, your good luck charm
From spirits wild of storms
I saved you all, and now I fall
The mighty albatross

Well hear you this, the curse is his
Doom, despair and chaos
And though you’ll try, you will not die
Said mighty albatross

And then the ancient mariner
Unsure he won or lost
His crewmates stared, for he had snared
The mighty albatross

The fog and mist began to lift 
But wind nor rain blew cross
For he now wore around his neck
The mighty albatross
Passed nights and days unsure of life
Full of regret, pathos
But not enough to bring to life
The mighty albatross

The sprites who judged the mariner
Had learned what he had lost
The curse began to fade away
Oh mighty albatross

He’s learned of life, so full of strife
A wiser man is he
Through fog he found the light of truth
And passed it on to me.


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Sail round the world

I'm looking for a girl.
To sail with me.
To go for a whirl.
Out to sea.

Round the world we go.
She must show.
That she can.
Cook, swim and steer.
Like a sailer, off the beer.

Many things do I ask.
Are you up to the task?
No high heels or pretty frocks.
Sandals and wet socks.

Can you stand up in a gale?
Or, will you fail.
My right hand man, want to be.
Steadfast and strong.
Out at sea.

When  evening draws nigh.
We sit and watch the sky.
Wondering, how it can be so good.
For you and  I.

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Look To The Sea

With waves crashing to my feet repeat in timeless cavity;

Stranded through its idle pull in our ellaborate flames...
Shallow pools in its left over residue plain yet what to do?
Still,
Look to the sea...

Onto a far off distance after she would marry me
Let all evil now flee,
The turning of the dial in its exquisite source
Look to the sea,

A waves tumbling then what to believe
A grand fulfillment in what to achieve;
In long lines we will find,
A tollerance for truth yet one drop of a dime

In time we can come to a reason for while we are alive?
Look to the sea a reason to believe,
What have we achieved?

Our fallen economy collapsed at its seams!
Scream
Through the notion of laughter a tear drop fell
Amidst the excursion an inner swell

We look deep through the pyramids amidst its timeless cavity...
Look to the sea lest I refrain amidst a traverse glue hero's are game
A line drawn in the sand,
When will we ever understand?


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The Eye of the Sea - part 5

Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 4

Becalmed we were for three days more,
Then the wind began to rise,
At the Captain’s bidding, we set to the rigging,
Eyes firmly upon the prize.

But, ‘Something’s awry!’ the Bosun did say,
And a muttering passed through the crew,
In a sudden turmoil, the ocean boiled,
Precursor to terrors anew.

From the water’s depths, with foetid breath,
A demon arose just astern,
Its torso aflame betrayed its true name,
As it casted for souls to burn.

This demon of the ninth gate was evil incarnate,
Lived backwards to prove its worth,
And hunted its prey the easy way:
His fields were the entire earth.

With sombrous skin, obsidian,
With glinting claws and eyes,
Cracking its whip it crippled the ship,
Delivering all to the flies.

Now our boat was built clinker, difficult to sink her,
In truth she was very well made,
But the force of the whip fair split the ship,
And left all the rigging in flames.

Rent asunder she started going under,
The waters heaved ominously,
All started prayin’ their souls to be savin’,
In the dark of the South China Sea.

Slowly she foundered as the sea rose around her,
Subliming her into the waves,
Some cracked liquor pots an’ some farthings of flotsam,
Sum totalled her earthly remains.

The demon sneered as the ship disappeared,
Dragged steaming beneath the waves.
With joy it roared for the terror caused
And the souls of sailors unsaved.

Just I survived, adrift but alive,
By luck and nothing more,
Through sober and storm, I came to no harm,
And woke up here on the shore.”


Continued on The Eye of the Sea part 6


Details | Alliteration | |

a war made like Mind's

villain's make weapon's
made like blue feet
lighter than light
and greener to see
oceans are brighter 
and rounder than skies
people are frightful
and leave with their mind's
blue worlds with green eyes
escaping our dies 
believing your eye's
soldiers  are bleeding
running and dies
cleaner than evil
new bodies and lives
a rainbow of weapons
and peaceless sleeps
makes new wonder's frown
to create new peace


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COSMIC CLUSTER SEA WATERS LEAVE ME ALONE, I'M LONELY

                        Withdrawing sea waters withdraws from the sands and dunes. 
                        I see I am chasing waters as a kid, back then. 
                        I never missed a chase. Now that I'm older I miss you. 
                        I love you, never will I be able to love you less than I love you.. 
                        I am able to love less about myself! 
                        Now that I feel the sea is with you and away from me. 
                        I love less. 



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The Eye of the Sea - part 4

cont'd
These anguished howls that knew no bounds,
Continued for hours without count.
‘til a silence as deep as eternal sleep
Enveloped the ship in its gowns.

And amidst the gloom, exhumed from the tomb,
A shaded and ghostly shape,
With cobwebbed sails, salt-bitten rails,
And seaweed couture drapes.

A ship it must be, but like none on the sea,
A wraith spat upwards from Hell,
And bearing the spirits of our crewmembers with it,
Each greeting the man they knew well.

For each crewman there, a twin in despair,
A spectre of future distress,
With a grisly demise written large in their eyes
Portraying their spirits abyss.

The sailors watched as the boat approached
In silence, awe and terror,
Routed there, in fresh despair
At Kismet’s growing horror.

On course for collision, this God-awful vision,
Met with us way too quick,
And the shadowy form of this vessel hellborn,
Ran into and straight through our ship.

And before day was done, the haze was gone,
With no hint of mystical powers,
But overcome by fright, we returned overnight
To the fabulous Island of Flowers.

A while was spent relaxing in tents
Exalting in the islands pleasures,
Then Captain McWhirter, led the search for deserters,
‘Give no quarter, or easy measures!’

But, O’Leary and Griffin got wind of our mission
And had hidden aways inland,
We searched in vain for quite a few days
But no sign of them could be found.

So after this rest we continued our quest,
With five flowers to complete the crew.
The sea was bright in the morning light
And the wind was with us too.

For many a league we travelled at speed,
We laughed at the nautical mile,
For the dangers pale when there’s life in your sails,
And you’re bathing in Neptune’s smile.

Then without warning the wind started falling,
The boat no longer made way,
With no hint of a breeze in the South China Seas
It sat calmly for many a day.

Through nights and days in the misty haze
The vessel barely shifted,
With Weevils, with fleas, with weeping disease,
Our spirits were hardly lifted.

Then adrift one night, in the clear moonlight
We all felt a growing unease,
And before the sun rose the rigging had froze,
In the heat of the South China Seas.

This omen of chill, fair sapped our will,
Again our spirits had faltered,
Just one of the crew could think what to do:
So the Pagan was sent to his altar.

The Sinner prayed to the Gods he’d made:
‘Please help us we’re in dire need,’
One actually heard these begging words
But it wasn’t to aid he agreed.
contd




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Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.


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My Getaway

The ocean is a place to be 
To get away from from everything 
To sit here on the shore
Having nothing to worry about 

I want to become 
One with the ocean 
Stay here 
For I have nothing to fear 

But there is so much to do 
So little time 
To see the world 
In one life time 

Now I'm going home 
Back from where I came from 
I say good-bye 
But I will be back next time


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 2)

Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for 
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past,  though I know her serenading 
immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such 
lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful 
memories of the love we made…

No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with 
such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of 
destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times 
the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your 
soul yearns in suffering to make amends…

I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’ 
ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an 
immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never 
know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in 
eternal waves…

Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on 
wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with 
the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since 
my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning, 
an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon 
the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…

Their manes dancing towards the crest  n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love 
a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’ 
painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the 
lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood 
washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as 
their fateful love turned to dust…


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Good Morning To Betrayal -2-

5...4...3...2......1..GO! 
Get ready to release yourself from deep waters
Land on high grounds
Thrills surrounding your awed temptations

3...2...1.. 
You are ready to take your first flight!!!    
To a wondrous
Space of wonders

Good morning to a space glimpse!

Luminous happiness sweltering
From a secure, sincere sunshine 
Peeking from scarless sun
Careless of the background

Space of wonders
You'll be always remembered 
In my photographing memory
Cherished as my own child
Remain mild...control the ship in a sprinkled space

Space of wonders
How could you mutter those
Floating inspirations?

Tripping on every verse
Keeping track of space life
Full of energy and renewal 

The commotion from Earth
Has been on the duelist 
It's inspired for awhile 
Replaced with a remarkable universe
 
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts with threatening passion?
Hugging us in compassion
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations? 
Cherished as my own 
favorite memory 

Good morning to space life
Devious and uncontrollable
As slick as many criminals
Working as a one big team
To circulate around
The main sequence of trouble

Glisten as the star-filled sky
Along with warm, heartening rain

Good morning...
To you, oh glorious soul!

Your vision shown in space
Rolling in your circular face
Thrilling and tripping unsteadily
With an unstable way of living 

Close the scene for a lightyear moment
Feel our diversity

Watch the stars roam about like syrup rubbing against a soft, puffy 
pancake 

Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky

Shining as the sun
Swiftly diving down as a surfing dude
Open as the driven waves,
trusting the possible tasks

Put your task aside for now 
Save it for leftovers
We are arriving in our zoo-like cage
Suitable for excitement and ominous worries

Welcome royal destiny!
Arriving on the doorstep of your front door

Along with a letter saying:

"Goodbye to midnight bliss!
Good morning to a kiss of gleaming space of wonder!"


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The Eye of the Sea - part 3

Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 2


The heaving swell and the waves from hell
Soon swamped our valiant vessel,
With the holds in flood: tattered sails above,
We were in the direst of peril.

In a meet with the Captain, we lobbied the Chaplain,
Imploring him, ‘talk to the lord!’
Then came from his cabin a babbling of Latin,
Not that it did much good.

But one was at odds, worshipped Older Gods,
‘of Heath then!’ he proudly proclaimed,
As we started to falter he knelt at his altar
Beseeching his deity’s aid.

And from the crow’s nest the lookout impressed
Us all with his hawklike vision:
‘There’s rocks to the west; to the east the tempest;
But an island is on the horizon!’

The storm took our baggage, our yacht badly damaged,
We’d lost Pierre, Stint and O’Howell,
So we stopped for repairs, for provisions and spares
On the mystical Island of Flowers.

We lazed in the sun, while the work was done
By artisans, artists and slaves,
We stayed for three weeks, encamped on the beach,
Though we’d only planned a few days.

The lack of strife with the island life,
Had seduced us each and all:
Good food and wine, the living was fine
Hell’s teeth, we were having a ball!

The sun was high in a Simpson’s sky,
The waves were lapping the shore,
The Sinner prayed to the Gods he’d made,
‘The same tomorrow, but more!’

But the Captain was gravid, ‘too long have we tarried,
Needs must we be headed west,
By the next sunset, we’ll have all hands on deck,
Tomorrow we resume our quest!’

But two crewmen were missing, O’Leary and Griffin,
When it came to signing aboard,
They’d run to the hills with a couple of girls,
Desiring to travel no more.


THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS ON THE EQUATOR.


‘Ye mutinous dogs, I’ll catch ye by God,’
The skipper was fury and gall,
‘I’ll be back with hounds to hunt ye down,
Then I’ll have ye both keel hauled!’

So we left the port, clear five men short
But confident in our proficiency,
We shortened the cloth and doubled the watch,
Which tripled our efficiency.

But the five adrift were sorely missed
The strain was beginning to tell,
The Captain noticed and said to the Bosun:
‘This quest b’aint be goin’ so well!’

And the sinner prayed to the Gods he’d made,
‘Please see us through this mess!’
But his tremulous tears fell upon deaf ears,
And we stayed divinely unblessed.

Then a shrouding sea mist, apparition kissed
Emerged from the waters calm,
With eerie cries of torment and strife
And windblown ethereal forms.


Continued on The Eye of the Sea part 4


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The Eye of the Sea - part 2

Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 1


The first mate, dour and sparse of words
Claimed few things were his pleasure
And too much beer had brought him here,
That and the rumoured treasure.

The cook was thin, just bones and skin,
And constantly in a bad mood,
Though he feigned remorse and all because
He feared to eat his own food.

Why’d he ever leave home with the urge to roam?
The cabin boy’d contemplate,
Each morning he’d swear that the Gods were unfair,
They were gambling on his fate.

Crippled from birth, yet filled with mirth,
The Bosun was a giant in spirit,
Admired on the whole for the size of his soul
And loathed for his rapier wit.

The doctor arrived in the nick of time
And reluctantly clambered aboard,
Not good at sea, more vet than M.D.
The money was what he adored.

At hint of bad weather, as precautionary measure,
He’d dose everyone with horse tonic,
It aided some in the work to be done,
But most were better off than on it.

And Helen the Whore was smuggled aboard,
To keep the men happy she came,
The tales told were true of positions she knew,
And all with a different name.

With holes in her socks and riddled with pox,
She catered to everymans need,
‘Twas all she could do, and praised by the crew,
Allowed everyone to succeed.




The rest of the men were salty and grim,
From a life on the oceans wide,
They cared little more for what fate held in store,
Than they did for the size of the prize.

Our vessel outfitted; the crew all listed,
There was little more to do,
So the Captain paid for a cask full of ale
And we drank the whole night through.

The crowd all cheered from the end of the pier
As the crew cast off from the quay,
And sailed away at the start of the day,
In a boat called, ‘The Eye of the Sea.’

The ship set sail at the height of the gale,
As the night was shriven by the sun.
The boat moved with ease on the thunderous seas,
Our Odyssey… had begun.

The seas were rough, the sailing tough
Though each man played his part,
We covered much ground, (metaphors allowed,)
The lure of gold adding heart.

Then the crew fell ill, from the doctor’s pill,
Which brought them all to their knees,
So he dosed them with Chillies and Water of Lilies
In the wrath of the South China seas

But recovery was slow in the turbulent flow,
Unrelieved by rife Mal de Mer
Our strength was failing, the seas unavailing
We struggled with desperate despair

Continued on The Eye of the Sea part 3


Details | Rhyme | |

Lifeboat men so brave

Lifeboat men so brave............

A personal tribute to the man and woman of the R.N.L.I. 
"The Royal National Lifeboat Institute". 

Bravest men amongst the brave, 
The lifeboat volunteers. 
Precious people saving lives, 
As they've done for many years. 

Through the waves of raging water, 
Being battered by the storm. 
These precious people saving lives, 
Heroes one and all. 

Being called in all conditions, 
Whether sunshine, snow or rain. 
Never knowing what's ahead, 
Or will they see their homes again!!! 

Hurricanes and twenty foot waves, 
Smashing at your soul. 
Dedicated lifeboat men, 
With a never ending goal. 

So many crewmens lives been lost, 
Still many lives they save. 
Always putting themselves at risk, 
These lifeboat men so brave. 

To the R.N.L.I. volunteers, 
With such courage there's only few.   
May the seasons always bring you home, 
As the Lord watches over you.


Details | Ballad | |

Istridye hikayesi

Bir incir cekirdegim 
Adim konmus  ham  iken
Uctum derken goklere
Denizin dipinde dost oldum
Inci doguran istiridyeye.

Bir cekirdek dogusunda inci
Selvi dallari tirmansa goklere  
Nehrin denize aktigi   iksir
Hasadin  halaya  vuruk hasred
Yar olur alir yitirir ofkemizi.


Details | Sonnet | |

Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



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A Day with the Gods -- Part 1 of 2

I spoke with Gaia, the Goddess of earth,
And we sat beneath her trees so green,
I ran my fingers across young blossomed flowers,
And told her I had business to be seen.
I said "Oh Gaia, I seem to have fallen in love so far,
We are separated by land masses, 
Please have mercy on our hearts.
Let us build a bridge,
Of your grass and soil.
Let us love correctly.
Let our love uncoil!"
She replied to me and said
"My dearest child, I truly pity,
But the problem lies not within forest or city.
I regret, my dear, to give news of this notion,
The problem, I'm afraid, lies within the ocean. 
My trees and my rocks would not benefit thee,
You must visit Poseidon, God of the sea. "
Onward I ventured,
Across Gaia's fields and mountains,
Until I saw sparkling water,
A sea surrounded by fountains. 
Poseidon greeted me,
And shook my small hand,
As I asked for assistance,
I dug my toes in his sand.
"Oh Poseidon" I cried "I'm in love so deep,
Please save me from my misery,
Across your ocean, is where he must keep.
Please part your waters,
And allow me to pass,
So I can see my love,
And hold him at last."
"I'm sorry," he answered,
"That's out of my reach, 
I cannot bring you from beach to beach.
My sea is too busy to make that split,
The sea floors would serve as an unwalkable pit.
There is one solution to this issue you speak of,
Visit Aphrodite, the Goddess of love."


Details | Blank verse | |

Aswim in love

I have been redeemed
from young love's wreck.
The call and beck of your heart:
redeem, heal:
Numbed the feel
and lies of unwanted,
unworthy.
Soul scurvy
was every thought 
in mind
and heart.

But I start again
knowing love is all that is eternal.
Even as a kernel of truth infects
this barren field of mine,
another line is drawn
in the dirt between
lie and truth.
Claw and tooth they fight
for the victory of my Amen.

Do you ken?
That a thousand lies
are like the sand on the shore,
and sure they abound,
but truth is the surf in which we swim,
and dim is that sand beneath our bellies.
And under the current,
the lies ever recurrent
surface once more.
Only to be washed,
lost again.
As the tide pulls us away once more...


Details | Free verse | |

Drown

The waves look so inviting, 
I am now up to my knees. 
Im tired of always fighting, 
The force that I must please. 

The sea cries out my name, 
My waist is now below. 
It hurts so much, this pain, 
So just call off the show. 

The current pulls me farther, 
My feet have left ground. 
This is exactly what I wanted, 
Because now im going to drown.


Details | Couplet | |

Will Ye My Lad

Will ye my lad, come sail with me Cresting softly the swelling sea? Hand to the oar, and face to the bow Sail we the ocean, high wave and low. The wind at our cheek, the briny sea’s dip Rocks our frail bark, and threatens our ship. The heave of the wave, our watery bower, Lulls us at night with its sleepy power. Day after day sweep we the earth, ‘Till safe we sail to our launching berth. The lightning above, the worrisome gale, None hinder us as onward we sail. Straight and true, our craft does soar Paddle we fast, spreading our oar. Will ye my lad come sail with me? None hath lived so wondrously free! All fears behind, great joy to espy, Cruise we to glory, both you and I!


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Guide The Ship part 2

I know I keep on doing wrong moves
I keep failing...falling in a whirlpool of racketing frustration
I'm trying all my tries...so save yourself from drowning
Keep yourself entertained...there's no use of frowning

I guess I have to feel
My way out of trouble

You'll see what I have to show

Oh look! Look how the shores
Rise up in woe...blocking the view of sweet sunshine
It shows that light will always be with us
Though the raving waves swallow us alive

I guess I have to feel
Our way out of trouble

If you look even closer,
You will see fascinating colors
Shaping and forming in the life-giving sea

You'll see what I have to show

Finally we both see
A ship row on top of envious, captivity-like waves
Flowing gently and keeping itself away
From the lifeless, 
bottomless water

You'll see what I have to show

I could see color brushed against an island sky 
I grow more curious than ever
Where did that ship sail off to?
My mind is wanting to comprehend in this unsettling matter

So I have any idea of guiding?
I'm no skilled sailor or even
Have the knowledge to lead 
The ship to its destiny...
It may tip over a couple of times

Here I am...lying down...complaining harshly
I guess this is my farewell to you,
Tackling expedition

It only takes a courageous try
To guide the ship and say goodbye
To the quarrel-stirring waves
I scream:
"Behave, you water balloon head!
Go on and dry up till your dead!"

And here I am again
Roaming and spacing out
Who knows where... I wonder in despair
This task unwillingly pulls me in

I'm here after the expedition,
Knocking on the entrance corridor 
To learn some new sailor techniques 

I'm here to simply learn
A tip to replenish 
The possibility of the ship
Tipping and going overboard

This time I shouldn't discard
This remarkable opportunity 


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Never-Never Land

I stare out into this huge blue Sea,
And the waves, well, they just carry me.
My mind drifts so far away,
Because the Ocean is where I lay!
I’m off to never-never land once again,
So take my hand and let this journey begin!
I listen carefully to the Oceans roar,
The waves, well they just help me soar.
My mind relaxes with my day,
Because the Ocean is where I always lay!
I’m off to never-never land on a hunch for so much more,
So take my hand and let’s find new places we can both explore!
I can see blue water with big fluffy white rolls,
Waves, well they just capture my entire soul.
My mind just helpless with my day,
Well, it is the Ocean where I lay!
Off in never-never land I can always see,
A gigantic Ocean covering over me!
Far away in never-never land near the Ocean is where I always lay.
Lifeless in the sand is where I’ll always be.
So take my hand and be lifeless with me in the sand.
Together, just you and me on our journey to never-never land,
Just lifeless in the sand, together you and I and always we’ll be hand in hand!



© Copyright: 1997  Ann Rich


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Oceans Judgement Day

There she sits quietly stalking

Waves of sin behold the mocking

As tides of grin now stir a calling

For its awake release dark barking



Why do you allow its call

As she is nowhere beyond the wall

Waves of power etching a stall

For you to lie as she takes it all



Wind so strong from devils breath

Blowing tides to release your death

Ships of souls creating wrath

For nows the time of the Oceans path



The waves incur a special deed

As you declare the end of your breed

For watch her power rise as you plead

And watch your wrists end as they bleed



The stormy night now in brew

Your soul in flight for its untrue

As they unite for days taboo

The storm is done now you are through



Wind so calm as you pass light

Coming home for second fright

As all the souls untrue unite

Judgement day from Oceans bite


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Guide The Ship part 1

All we really need is friendship 
It can fall apart...like a ship
Moving across the waves
Determined to wander more into the flow 

You'll see what I have to show

To be quite frank
I'm trying to yank
the ship upright
I'll break the strain and float abroad 

You'll see what I have to show

The only thing that I could do left
is open the door of endless freedom,
gliding at every directions 

Every time I twist and turn
like a madden bull,
Approaching his twerp 
That mammal can eat that human up
In a few bites...with an appreciative burp

The water seems to haunt me
Mocking me whilst making it's churn
I stand up... Trying to stay in balance

How do I guide the ship out of roaring waves
Spurting out with irrepressible laughter?

I must behave and do my duty right

I weaken in seasickness 
Growing unsteady at each turn of the splintering wheel

I'll try to forget my responsibilities at home
This expedition will be my highlight of my life

I guess I have to feel
My way out of trouble

You'll see what I have to show


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Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Operation Dynamo

Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
 
Armada 
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
 
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
 
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
 
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
 
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
 
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
 
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
              who returned to do, what only hero's can do " 
            *,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,*


            http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Siren Odyssey

Once, A Time, I Was Accused To Be
Like A Siren of The Sea
As Ones In Ulysses’ Odyssey
but, No … That Was Not Me …

Those Sirens, Lured To Death
They Were Lethal Temptresses
Like Myth of Cursed Lilith
Or Like Real-Life, Eve Transgressed

They, With Beauty, and Beckoning Ropes Hung
Bound, Beguiled-Men in Rose-Blossom Arms
And Spoke with Honeycomb-Tongue
But Whose Hearts, Held Hidden Harm-Swarms …

No … I Should Not Be Compared
To Those, with Honor So Blurred
I Have Only Shared and Cared and Bared
… So, In What Way, Have I Erred ?

It Took Many Years To Be
And Much Salt-Water To Rinse Free
From What Others Say and See
And Drown Out Complexity

Yea, I Do Call, I Do Agree …
but, I Sing To The Brave and Eternity
And When I Pray … It Is Holy
And for A Soul's Safety, Only

Oh Yes, I Whisper, Clean and Sweetly
And My Tone Thrills or Trills So Softly
And My Voice Can Arch With Ecstasy
Or Timbrel in Throes – Dawn to Dusk, Sultry

And I Speak Words, As Perfumed Nard
Speak Words, That Leave A Silken, Silver Cord
Or Speak Words of Double-Bladed Sword
… After All, I Am A Female-Bard

And I Want To Learn and Recite More Victories
And Teach Each Other’s Verbatim-Stories
Discover Each Other’s Verbal-Mysteries
And God and My Lord’s Vocal-Oratories

And With The Moon, As Symbol-Shield of Light
Yes, I Rise To Conquer Oblivion-Nights
I Keep Faith and Courage, In Sight
Aglow for Good-Guys and Cowboy-Knights

I’m A Sensual-Woman, and of Sacred-Things
I’m Emotional, Yet … Aim For Deep-Think and Dreams
Now, Some Called The Lord A Glutton, for Eating and Drinking         ( Matt. 11: 19 )
So Some Call Me A Siren, ‘Cause They Want Me To Stop Speaking …

But, Worthy, Be The Ear, That I Speak To
And Shyly Cry and Whisper … My Secrets To
And If Only A True-Higher-Calling, Will Do
Then, I’ll Sound, That Siren, For You …

This Is The Siren Song, You Hear
 Not One, For You To Fear
My Volume, is not Too Loud, But Clear
Singing, Avoid Shadows, Avail Cheer ! !

No … I’m Not Some Fish-Tale Mermaid of The Sea
More Like A Lighthouse, Guiding To Rock, See:                         ( Deu. 32: 4 )
Ever Glowing, Ever Orbing … Audibly …
The MoonBee - Siren Odyssey

Once, A Time, I Was Accused To Be
Like A Siren of The Sea
As Ones In Ulysses’ Odyssey
but No … That ' Isn’t ' Me …


Details | Ballad | |

MESSAGE LOST

This internal conflict 
I cannot fight 
This is not black and white 
This unreasoned spite 

I cannot get through 
I have tried 
This message lost too, 
lost in the deep wide 

Two forces collide, 
the pieces scattered 
far and wide 
Years to track down what mattered 

This restless angry sea 
throws its might at me 
Waves of emotion 
Seething ocean 

What can I repair? 
This loss of tranquillity 
It is so unfair! 
Am I losing my sensibility? 

Is this damage done? 
Have I lost a son? 
Has the restless angry sea won? 

The lost message, 
floating on angry restless sea 
It must be me 
The things I might have done, 
to make me think 
Before I sink 
Before my son 

I cannot get through 
He wont let me too 
Rising sea, 
beating its waves on me 

This storm must stop 
I am ready to drop 
Seething sea, 
throwing its'self at me 
Waves of emotion 
Restless ocean 

This conflict I cannot fight, 
peace is a right 
This restless angry sea, 
upon storm tossed message 
that is me 


Details | Free verse | |

ULYSSES

ULYSSES

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. 1

Cross legged I await 
Heavens beams, to embrace
to bundle to lash with twine
	drifting wood 
While the waves whip the beache's grace

I hold the smooth forked roots in hand 
Roots in time can break stone 
and mold it like the water is able 
Water that feeds the root 
Sun that feeds the fingers

I ask not much old sea
Dashing dead against stones
Barnacles tear at flesh and vessel
low birds impale the shell
to eat salty flesh

Everything and nothing is water
Eternal yet fleeting
Comforting yet cold
Supportive yet unwieldy
Reflective yet transparent
Hungry yet quenchless

Ye oldest mare 
whose rising breasts swell
and hungry opens cavernous
to consume both breast and beam
 
Her victims wash about my feet

Ripen, swell abreast
resign this earth

Death who she knows best
who winged I've seen
who in decay keeps fertile, she
who drinks endless of streams immortal

I await her sea-nymphs call for me
Though I alone shall not quell
her endless thirst, 
	when half submersed.
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell

Deus pasit corvos*


Tempest 1. 2   (1)
God feeds the ravens*


Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com


Details | I do not know? | |

Cleopatra And Her Asp !

Pyramids hued in sand like granite,Egyptian
mummies all wrapped from ages of habits!
In those days were not shotrages in
band-aids,History retells tales of kings
being waited on by servants and hand maids!
Royalty amid tribes of the desert ruled by
Cloepatra's reign,Her fleet sailed and was
manned by slaves at oars of pain!Mark
Antony was stayed,by Cleo's asp,In those
days,it's people were ruthless and crasp!
Poisioned thru love's heartache and
disappointment at hand,They did die by
their very own hands,in this area of their
own calling,This Egyptian Desert's,royal birth
land!The Noble did want to take Royalty as
his wife,There was no hope,thus they took
their very own life! 11-12-2005'.


Michael Jeffrey Gale

Copyright ©2005 Michael Jeffrey Gale 


Details | I do not know? | |

NEW AGE

All that is living,
What once was strong
Has now all faded
Their days come and gone
The trees that once stood proud
Now appear so weak
The crystal clear waters,
Now so dingy and meek
An eagle soars by
Through the icy wind
Letting out a mighty cry
As if time has passed again
The sound gives to some
Hope and purpose
For the dawn of a new age
Has now begun


Details | Epic | |

Surprise Attack

Upon the cresting, violent seas, the little ship did sail
The captain and his merry men, were never set to fail
For they were sea men through and through, ready for a fight
The pirates of the Lady Fair caught up with them that night

The little ship, the Jolly Jib, had one day out of port
They carried with them rum and cane, provided on report
The manifest had disappeared 2 days before the sail
That would not stop the Jib; they were not set to fail

The Lady Fair was led by blood thirsty pirate thieves
Had set their sails for the Jib, to kill and steal with ease
Had they known, on that day, that the Jib was well prepared
They would have turned their sails to flee, for men to then be spared

As moonlight hit the surface of the big blue open sea
The Lady Fair came on the Jib, the rest was history
As the Jib fell victim, to the attacks, they all began to fight
For not a man of the Lady Fair was left standing on that night

The Jib, a crew of happy men, with wives and families
Knew it best, to see their loves, they’d have to fight, not flee
Hands upon their swords, the swords then raised in air
Were used to fight the many men, the death to Lady Fair

They fought with honor, fought with pride, for their families 
The Jolly Jib had then set sail into pages of history


Details | Free verse | |

The Happy Dock

 If my lifevest were a donut that floated, I could float and eat happily for a week.

I was alone amid the choppy sea, baking under a watchful hot sun - 
Near me were scary fins; they stayed close but had not yet attempted to bother 
me.
I drifted on the tubular float, my feet barely in waves. 

I saw in the distance a floating wood dock…
Or maybe it was the smallest little island I had ever seen, only with no trees or 
shrubbery. I could not tell.

By and by I drifted closer…
And spotted a most unblemished figure standing alone with long flowing hair, 
long legs and bronzed buttocks to be sure, tanned coconuts by her feet. That 
much I discerned.

I floated and bobbed on my donut tube and hoped that I might float to her and her 
happy dock –
Two fins specifically came closer. 
Silver gray looming primeval fins slicing thru the water more pronounced and 
curious than the others, seemingly purpose-driven –

The woman with coconuts on a level dock waved to me.
She then signaled to me in warning that there were sharks in the water [as if I did 
not know]. I was only in seven feet of water - 
Red coral reefs were around me below the sharks…but it was to me perhaps the 
most beautiful inviting water in all the world.
Even with these awesome man-eaters . . . 

I was closer to the dock now. Fifty meters. I was sure of it! I wanted to rip off the 
vest and make a quick marathon swim to the girl – I did not think I could make it. 
My lips were chapped and my skin (hot from sun, wind and tropical haze) hurt 
badly and peeled, floating into the island air and into green waves. My skin.

I thought my skin was stinging, but . . .

Something pulled at my foot. Burning pain crippled me. A fluorescent jellyfish had 
stung me.
When I looked up, there was no woman on the dock. But still the goddamned 
fins -
I splashed in quick turning circles to try and find her, this woman on the dock, 
goddess, figment of my imagination…whatever.
I saw more fins, the same fins, but no girl. 
Then, lo, there was splashing. The girl was swimming to me . . .

When at last splashing ceased, and I was calm, I noted a warm easy wave come 
over me




Details | Ballad | |

The Ship

startled to sudden wakefulness
by the sudden lurch of the ship,
fear rose in my soul
cold, damp hull next to my berth,
I'd give 10 years of my life
to have my feet on solid earth

dark, quiet inboard
only the low pitched groans of metal
pounded by an angry, restless sea
was it the fear, or the sound, that had woken me?

Eyes open half way, not quite sure where I am-
What I did, and why, or who I really am-
was I drunk? was I mad? or am I just dead?
pounding waves roll into my ears, and echo in my head...

riveted steel plates before my eyes,
drops of sea dew condense inside,
sudden terror, as my mind awakes-
no sound aboard- but the 
rhythmatic pounding of heavy seas

engines dead!  no motor sound-
have we once too often-
dared the fates?
what's going on? what and why?
and where, oh God, are my mates?

I jerked out of bed,
as the deck dances beneath my feet- 
what's happening? is this real? 
will death, I once more, defeat?

to the hall I stagger...
as my world shudders about me...
no lights, no sound, and fading hope...
but the sound of ever maddening waves...
eager to crush this insolent ship,
so insolent as to invade its realm
so foolish to taunt nature
with no one now at its helm

each cabin, in rising panic,
I searched in rising gloom,
to find nothing to comfort me,
each but an empty room...

fear increasing with-
each crushed hope,
each screaming smash of wave
am I alone, am I dreaming?
or against me, the sea is scheming?

fought my way up to the rolling deck,
pain swelling in my now sprained neck-
alone?
the sea grew ever more threatening and awesome,
I felt left alone to face my fate
my outcome no longer doubtful,
I wouldn't have long to wait...

at a topside cabin,
I peeked outside,
saw mighty wind and wave-
an angry earth it was tonight
no way for me to save...

dark night and
no one about-
I cursed, I cried,
I screamed, I did shout...

abandoned? left to die?
or in a murderous dream-
did I make 32 die?
toss their bodies overboard?
feed the sea,
its requested hoard?

panic is panic,
and panic this was-
demon or victim?
which was I,
did I kill?  will I die?

I retreated downdeck,
a broken man,
either way I lose-
the comfort of strong steel-
no more- it would'a been
something that I could use


Details | Quatrain | |

The Sea is a Mistress

The mighty vessel outward sailed
Unto the vastness of the sea
Where, lingering moon and vibrant sun
Cast brightest blue and vivid green

The splendid ship named SeaSpray Sway
Held captive men to sailors make
For to the sea they made their vows
And of their hearts, the sea did take

For fifteen days so lost at sea
Their rations dwindled and spirits died
Deaths occurred and fights ensued
Until, from crows nest, land was spied 

No land as wondrous as they found
For carried them to there, the tide
Though seeking life from solid ground
They’d not give up the sea, their bride


Details | Alliteration | |

PIRATE!

This man o' war,
comandeered!
By men to be feared,
the likes you never saw

The hunt for gold doubloon
in the Spanish Main
Must end soon,
the buccaneers getting restless again

To take a treasure ship as a prize
To see,such wealth with ones's own eyes
Satins,silks,pearls and gold,
these pirates,so bold!

Silver,rubies,emeralds and sapphires too,
a pirates quest
For they sail the ocean blue,
not willing to rest
until they get the ultimate treasure chest

These rich green isles
set in sea so blue
Bright sun,
for so many nautical miles
By musket and gun
Treasure ships attract pirate crew

Such exotically named ships
and the terror they invoke
Fiery Dragon,Revenge,Adventure Galley
Rising Sun,Fancy and of course...Black Joke

The Caribbean,a favourite hunting ground
Sails unfurled,
they stalk the seas of the world
Unrelenting in their desire for treasure mound

Ripple of shrapnel,
Lunge of grapple
Laying of grapeshot,
this is a pirates' lot

This cannon to make ships heave to
Powder and ball,
on a sea so blue
Treasure! A pirates call.

This lush tropical isle,
so green
The like, you have never seen
Where pirates pertake in cunning and guile
This white beach..............
The haunt of Blackbeard
The infamous Edward Teach!

Gold,satins,silks and rubies too
Diamonds, pearls, they will persue
Spanish galleons of gold,
the best prize to hold

For the pirates of the Spanish Main,
treasure,an ill gotten gain
The risk high
The rewards to hope...........
The likely outcome,
for some............
dangling at the end of a rope

This treasure buried on some tropical green isle
Waiting to be found,
by cunning and guile
Doubloons,silver abound!
Emeralds,rubies and sapphires too,
all waiting on a sea of blue
To be discovered..................
By you.







Details | Free verse | |

The Rising of Poseidon

The churning waves peaked to reach the heavens
As within the depths, the ascent of a god
Stirred the calmness into a memory.

Poseidon emerging from the depths with vigor
Attempted to challenge all who sailed
Upon the bounty of his seas. 

With enough energy to sink a thousand vessels
He arose from the depths and claimed
Innocents as his prize.

Upon success, he smiled and retreated to the depths,
To his home within the calmness of the sea
To wait, yet, for another.