Sailing home to England
o'er the bounding main
oh to see those white cliffs
fields of green and feel the rain again
sailed away for a year and a day
an albatross following t'was a good sign
with wings wide-spread overhead
'tween tropics weather was fair all was fine
sailors know where the trade winds blow
and trust their compass true
but my days a'roving the briny deep are now done
I'm rolling down a rhumb line arc to you
Of all the birds there is a boss
The majestic Wandering Albatross
It can sleep mid-air on the wing you see
Never having to land on the deep briny sea
As to why you’d kill one, I’m at a loss
That majestic Wandering Albatross.
Fred ordered a side of albatross
Asked the waiter how much that would cost
Waiter said, “For you it’s free”
Fred smiled and said, “I’ll take three”
Hundred bucks sir ~ Overordering!
I see it now,
flying low
over silver-spumed waves.
I can enlarge the picture,
zoom into
its bright midnight eyes,
see that it is I,
I that propel these wanderings,
the lone flights
over ever widening oceans,
all those
ever-retreating harbors.
I see now
it is I that seek
that which I was born to find
in every stilled moment.?
Beware of the albatross, under radar he flies.' If he gets
To a neck hold? I say' kiss your 'foi gras' goodbye.!
Forget about co-ahesion, play it cool with your hand.'
Now you're clear of the wilderness, keep your counsel
Private, stay ever oh so slightly un-planned.'
Breath the brine in waves and wind
Sheer trips that vigil and vile
Brave who conquer and will
Break the wave thousand times.
They wish to steel in steady
They command snake to crawl
Heave the spirit in obscure decend
Pave the gold in gaudy shine.
Hail the ignite that spark unshiver
The grass they seed when arid arise
Kiss the land with motherly lips
Give the smile with benevolent divine.
Gaily sun that welcomes all woe
Raise the flag amid raging foe
Frown death within tyrrant brows
Dare to die in soldiers chime.
The unbent peers let not shiver
Words of viking one victor and valor
Endless voyage to settle ahead
Albatross shore the celestial paradise.
Written: April 18, 2024
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Another atrocity: letting stone or lime tears slick.
A majestic sight—an albatross-nurturing chick.
Midway Island, where strings were hung.
Birds covet between land and sea for their young.
They saw a feast, a bounty to witness.
Human waste of all kinds is not worth swiftness.
A dwarf chick gently waits till his parents return.
A fragile bird wept, fleeing from an unseen spurn.
Below their skeptical gaze, the chick played.
His parents, as warden angels, never strayed.
They opened their mouths and started to eat.
In agony, they wept, shaking as if life retreat.
Longing for a life, the birds once yearned.
They began to sing their hymn of peril termed.
Survivors are clueless that men spread lethal flu.
With a split heart, I stand in shame, void, and blue.
Sans doubt, man is a fool—no care nor claim.
A tender poise between empathy and blame.
Whoever enacts a crime will bear the shame.
Is it too late for any of us who are aware to tame?
Today I witnessed another crime, that brings tears to granite or lime. I saw the albatross feeding their young, on midway island from what they had strung.
The birds had picked from land and sea, whatever food, their eyes could see. Among their pick was human trash, of every kind, not worth the cash.
The young chicks silently waited, their parents return anticipated. The chicks cried, as they ran out from cover, when their parents above them began to hover.
They opened their mouths, and began to feed, for every bit to death it leads. They closed their eyes, and cried in pain, their bodies shook, as if they were slain.
The birds that once for life had longed, began to sing, their death song. The ones that live, don’t have a clue, that man had spread his deadly flu.
My heart is broke, as I stand in shame, without my honour, respect nor claim. There is no doubt that man is a fool, sometimes compassionate, and sometimes so cruel.
For every crime who is to blame, it’s always man, who would bare the shame. For those of us, that are now aware, is it too late, for us to care?
Saleh Ben Saleh
Edge what remains their last hope, be enshrined,
be the breeding atolls summoned to mind.
Albatross are one of the bird's largest.
These goliath's wingspans are the longest,
which makes them less of a landlubber when
they take more to the sea and less to land
other than breeding and nesting. They may
fly for more than a year well before they
take to land, which has been limited to
the northern Hawaiian islands, that's due
to its isolation. Their numbers put
them on the endangered list. The output
rests on less interference, to; control
by observation like fish in a bowl.
We are mislabeled as sea birds and should be called
big birds, like that yellow one but we're not yellow.
We never land on land for a year or longer, and we
been told that we have known God since he was a
little boy. The unfeathered say that for a very long
time we're like many fishes in the sea, but now we
are like whales. The few of us left, live in the north
atolls of Hawaii. There's no other place in the world
except for oceans, seas, bays ... forget what I said.
seaguls in the sea
~low expectatations to reach~
easy life to live
eagles above clouds
~small eyes with a big vision~
catch life at first sight
Sleeping at daytime
~those great strangers in the night~
owls are heard sometimes
cuckoo bird in spring
~its delightful sound to ears
missed with august mist
the nightingale sings
every season, small but huge
~he stays forever~
travellinng always
~albatross surfs the blue sky
coming back to home
clever hunter hawks
~up from the hights stalking the preys~
lunch served in the air
ones or the others
big or small ~the birds' song brings
happiness in life
A bird with a shadow as big as a bus
Archaic the sailors that in him will trust
Always at sea coming in from the stern
Arrogant seafarers will need to learn
Ancient beliefs all have basis in fact
As may become clear when the odds are well stacked
Adrift on a life raft?.. He’s poultry… that’s that
Astounding high fliers
Ace gliders and divers
Artful, very skillful
Amazing large wing spans
Ashore only to breed
Awesome and majestic
A great bird of the sea.
09.09.23
A hit tune off 'Rumours'
Artists are Fleetwood Mac
Amazing musicans!
Also a sea bird with
An enormous wing span
Airborne beauty in flight
Alternate name - Gooney
Written: September 08, 2023
Pleiades Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Albatross with deft shape
Aptly walz with wingspan
Across wild oceans soars
Abstract sway and power
As stars beam with delight
Apostle verve and scop
Always burden bearer
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