sometimes it requires
a phase shift, rather than a
tilt, lean, sag or bend,
to shine a bright beacon light ~
to see, and be seen, in sync
nocturnal mistress
external light ascendant~
eternal reigning
My dear, my dear,
How goes it in America,
in America,
my dear?
How goes it in America?
Fine fine fine, says she.
Except
of course
of course
not so finefinefine
If
You are a woman
or an immigrant
or uneducated
or lacking skills
or poor
or black
or brown...
That's how she goes
in America,
dear Liberty Lady.
Your beacon light
shines not on all.
My head hit the pillow and I was asleep,
I fell into a dream that was so deep,
standing on the deck of a fighting ship,
the vessel did rise, then into gulley did tip.
The waves so cruel did rise and fall,
and all did work for the good of all,
the Dramallach Raven was sailing through,
a storm of darkness, the ship held true.
Deep in the darkness, the waters did crash,
against the ships fore they did mighty smash,
yet this mighty vessel was sailing true,
it would reach its destination, all the crew knew.
Where was this ship bound on this stormy night?
The moon shining down, its beacon light,
the Dramallach Raven on its way to Hell,
I knew this ship and my legs fell.
I knelt and I looked to the wheel,
my horror I could not conceal,
the skeletal captain did doff his hat,
let me wake and that be that.
Ocean waves crash along the shore
Dark clouds warning, a storm in store
Gulls soar searching for washed up food
As crabs seek cover with their brood
Sandpipers nesting in the brush
As waves rise and crash with a gush
A beacon light illuminates
Warning as the storm dominates
3/30/22
Contest: Form L- Lay -New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Nature
( checked with howmanysyllables.com)
A hero is a person who 'encourages',
That 'hero' is my beacon light;
Everyone has a her, say it fictional or a non-fictional one,
I've one who's non-fictional one, and I call him 'Daddy'!
He cares for me,
Not as a normal child, But as a Precious 'Piece of Diamond' he preserves me as.
He doesn't make me wait, for anything;
He gets me 'World in a Silver Plate'!
Makes me Laugh, When Life is Tough,
Sits with me, as a 'Gossip Buff'.
Takes me to a tour, my handsome 'doer',
He's my legendry peer.
Words, of Kindness are here,
He's my always 'Near and Dear'.
ocean waves crashing
beacon light illuminates ~
blue crabs rummaging
From a distance a lighthouse horn blows
The mist settles in, fishermen do not go
A beacon light gleams and attracts
Sights and sounds, from a warning tract.
From a distance, harbor lights in a row
Tides smooth over, ripples are low
Seagulls landing, shells lie about
This must be Cape Cod no doubt
Leave Christ In Christmas
By: Tom Wright
12-16-2005
A twinkling light of stardust shown
As our hope within the ebon night,
Pointing to a mangers precious stone
This star was much like a beacon light.
Wise men traveled both night and day
But mode made not their journey swift.
Arriving at the place the Christ child lay
They beheld the world’s best Christmas gift.
So this year during the Christmas season
Seek not for things designed to please us.
For Christmas is not without good reason
Have you given your loved ones Jesus?
To those who’d take Christ from this time
Through ad omissions and thoughtless acts.
Changing words without reason or rhyme
They Shape opinions and ignore the facts.
My mini me middle child
Handsome, strong willed and brave is my middle child.
He doesn't understand how much he means to me.
He is my bright and bold beacon light.
He is the breath in my lungs.
It's remarkable how much he is like me.
A repeat rebellious, determed, wild me. Stubborn, ornery, smart.
A fighter, survivor, problem solver.
Yup that's him but it is also me.
My mini me middle child. ??
L. Mack
10/18/18
beacon light vanished
wits reject abstract still life
words squall inkwell spilled
6/27/2018
The lighthouse stands along the shore,
sturdy and mighty upon its rock foundation,
a welcome addition with its beacon light,
guiding ships safely during the dark night.
The lighthouse stands along the shore,
a stalwart guard facing all kinds of weather,
rain or shine, thick fog and crashing waves,
protecting all who pass from watery graves.
The lighthouse stands along the shore,
a picture postcard of a nautical scene,
red and white stripes seen from a distance
for vessels to observe with clear consistence.
The crashing waves pitched schooner steep on side,
and valiant lady fain did make self right.
With tattered sails that stole her former pride,
avast - against the seas her mighty fight!
A shrieking hurrican with madness wails,
and sailors high in rigging reef the sheets.
With struggle mate mans wheel whose chore entails:
to keep GulfQueen from shoals where river meets.
There shining bright through raging rain and night,
a beacon light with message straight and bold:
"The shoals are close to me beneath this site,
beware of hurtful shale that seeks to hold."
Thus faithful sentry saves ship - twenty lives.
Returns men safe again to thankful wives.
Open My Eyes
Lord, give me vision, let me see.
Open my eyes help me to achieve.
Like an Eagle that’s in flight.
Give me true vision and sight.
Help me not to doubt but believe.
Whenever the safe nest, I do leave.
While I soar over the lowly clouds
In reverence to you not proud.
Your caring heart to be in mine
Letting others know what is thine.
You are the one I wish to please,
Time for prayer if I want to seize.
Grant me wisdom for the task.
Enable me to touch a heart, I ask.
People that are in the valley below.
Where the steps are hard, spirit low.
If you give me the words to say.
I want to show them a brighter day.
Shining forth like a beacon-light.
A brand new day for those in the night.
Cleanse the inner parts of my heart.
Let your Spirit come in and impart.
Simply I yearn for your fire
To ignite a spark or to inspire.
Who am I but a vessel to fill?
Guide me according to your will.
Pour love into my heart from you.
For they long to hear what is true.
By tiptoe
A stoic sentinal midst waves,
you staunchly stand erect and tall.
Emerged in frothy, churning white,
you hold your own in nature’s squall.
Atop, your beacon light shines bright
to let the mariners know well,
there is a guardian at sea
that can be seen above the swell.
How stoic now you bravely stand,
against the terror of this storm.
Your eyes look out with searching beams
for those caught in the sea, forlorn.
What glory when your light is seen
above the mountains of white waves.
Salvation in your light of red
denies the sea more mortal graves.
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