The winds howl fierce with might,
Disturbing seas once still;
The waves rise, long provoked—
But Christ aboard, the vessel’s safe.
My soul reflects that raging deep,
Where countless whispers pull and tear,
Threatening to break me into dust—
But Christ aboard, the vessel’s safe.
One day I’ll enter perfect rest,
These trials fading into a song;
I’ll tell their tale with softened sighs:
That Christ aboard, the vessel’s safe.
A Military waited
In grasses tan, too low
Asnt in the future
Her return, ran from more
And in our time
All stood wide
Armed in rejection
Of a betters letters, above alls door
Oh stormy night
Dani Woodward,
Can we write tonight?
The nights editor
In The Times
Curtains of light kid,
Fall on my fold
Before you turn it in
Under the evacuation
She sppears
It's easy cloth I fold for you lady
He's edited headlines besides it once
She's missed page before
Also why your wise.
Why not? What the heck?
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Canada geese arrowing south,
Black-op's drone's hum overhead,
their silhouettes caught in the last blush
of a winter sun.
Old woman
sweeping gray hair back into gold
as she bends to a labor
only her eyes remember.
I am going to sell-up,
take this patch of land,
and farm myself out
as a useless yellow hound
for kids to miss
every time
I stupidly kill myself.
The days are chained to each other,
I am ready to jump off
this old blanked-out window
loco
motive-lessness,
follow the geese
to where weird aircraft
are considered the new norm,
and question nothing -
all answers are soft landmines
for the heavy-footed.
Sea surreal in darkest nets
Nocturnal-ness in jaws and tentacled breasts
still the thrill, breathless at my thoughts
the sea - a catch
The sea a catch, oh my stars
that settle like flickering candles
on tremulous waves
The sway, the dance, oh
the romance of candlelight
aboard the deck of dopamine
I resist the thought
that I’m in-between
cruise ala royal dreams
The drift of ebb and flow
I fly so slow, slipping
undertow, envisioning
serpents and maids
I’m made for the sea
See my tales splash
flibberty-thrashing
about in a net
netting the seashell gold
of surf and turf
sweet sands that tug
my eyes and heart
I blink
back tears
When will we see each other
‘gain, this match
of tenderness and angst
Let the torrents roar
Let the sides capsize
Let me touch your silkiness
your depths
your traps
of playfulness. The reader
must think me silly
as I surrender to the crests
and climb aboard
to see the sea
and sky collide
I’m given over
and under
in thunderous claps
to sated and salted
direct attack
of anything that might arrest
my joy
my exploration
my destination
my ploy
to dream without danger…
Softly the snow falls from a silent diamond studded sky
while inside the musicians play soft mellow Christmas music
on fine tuned guitars, magical flutes and ebony keys
An angel breath away from Christmas Santa's village
is humming with excitement, ivory go karts come and go
carrying toys for all children of the earth
O'er by the conifers, Old Saint Nick parks his shiny red sleigh
as the town clock strikes midnight a magical voyage begins
from an aerial view you can spot the old train coming into view
All Aboard !!!
As the shadows start to lengthen
And the colors turn to gray
The sun concedes its dominance
For night it's making way
A barque for you is waiting
To take you out to sea
To sail you to the sunset
The captain of it, me
Please come aboard my bonny
I've made a place for you
The best seat on the forward prow
The sunset in full view
I've got your pink knit slippers
And yellow blanket too
You'll be warm and comfy cozy
As we sail the ocean blue
I know the deepest channels
The surface smooth as glass
The journey will be pleasant
Though it won't be very fast
Against the tide we're sailing
The reason why is clear
The longer it takes to get there
The longer you'll be here
I used to ride waves on the deep blue sea,
A Sailor's life was the life for me.
It was the wildest thing I ever did,
I've been called Salty Dog and even Squid.
On a crusty deck, the hull painted gray,
We'd stow all the lines and be on our way.
A motley crew aboard the Dick E. Byrd,
Waiting for the Captain to give the word.
Heading South to the Indian Ocean,
Where the seas are calm and lacks the motion.
The only drawback was the blazing sun,
It was blistering skin for everyone.
The closer we got to the Equator,
The more we felt like a french fried tater.
You'd stand your watch by the light of day,
Or dead of night under the Milky Way.
When we could stop at a liberty port,
We'd all disembark for a little snort.
Some Jamaican Rum or Irish Whiskey,
A Tequila shot would make me frisky.
Then back to the ship with your heart content,
Thinking about the fun and money spent.
Cruising due North on a highway of foam,
Nursing hangovers on the voyage home.
would welcome the Lord
we told him to hop aboard
always have adored
react to impact
as matter of fact
severely we would react
when part did enact
Your train is leaving the station,
you will no longer be welcomed back.
I’m shaking my head in amazement,
as your ego makes its attack.
I hope you retire your sarcasm
and your degrading words of wit.
Maybe you can adjust that attitude
with a little bailing wire and some spit.
Your words just have no merit
There is not much more I can say.
You are just digging yourself a hole,
that you might fall into one day.
I wish you all the best,
I hope you find your word.
Dearest Rail Rider you now are blocked
and no longer will be heard.
There's 86 billion neurons in each human brain
But there are far less in some, it's desolate terrain
Others like a piece of cheese
Can stun you with such ease
Even blow my own mind, I'm on a different “plane”
Welcome Aboard My Lord
Will welcome you aboard my Lord
Sins away will have all been stored;
Did write to You a poem and story;
All of my sins be sure to destroy.
Prayed and asked You to forgive;
Teach me right way I should live,
So example for others I can set;
Am glad that You and I have met.
Will settle down and never hurry,
And care for me when I will worry;
Wind does blow through the trees;
Prayed to you while on my knees.
Listened to and could hear choir;
Which I would like and did desire;
Always made a beautiful sound;
God was always there around.
Jim Horn
I like the way you call me
I love the way; you care me
Every time you need something
You trick me up falling.
Please stay with me, don't leave me alone
Pullover my eye, please don't hide
Everything I need is, the looks you hide
Now or Never, not for us together
It's hard to take it anymore
the long-distance relationship
It's hard to take it anymore
Without hugs, love, and kisses
The memories we have together
Ice-cream in the park
Dancing in the dark
Will be the sweetest forever.
Please stay with me, don't leave me alone
Maybe this is the worst day of my life
As you're going aboard, going aboard, but
I am glad you'll be the soulmate of my life
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Welcome Aboard and Look Toward
What I did say is welcome aboard,
And to see again do look toward;
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Knowledge feed;
Poetry Soup we can always afford.
Jim Horn
Echoes in the cool of the sea
Riding on the winds of the Pacific,
With reverberations of faint whispers
Tearing through the reins of the soul;
Thus it came striding through the cruise:
A ghost aboard the Celeste!
Smiles on the faces of beauties
Met with no sense of premonition,
Popped open a bottle to a toast—
Only to fill their glasses with blood;
For then a guest raised a cup of death:
A ghost aboard the Celeste!
A lone ship on the sea it sailed,
With a mysterious accuracy—
Yet with no soul nor clue to reveal
What has become of the journey;
But alas, its mission accomplished,
A ghost aboard the Celeste!
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