Berthed Poems | Examples

Latakia

Latakia, Syria

My ship berthed there when Bashar al-Assad, the vile 
When a dictator was in power, I found a peaceful  town
Dressed in a European manner, there were many shops
selling all sorts of wares, and the police wore sidearms 
not machineguns 
Latakia had an atmosphere of peace
Then suddenly, rumor had it that Bashar had jailed thousands
Many people were tortured and killed
The USA turned against him, mainly 
because of a Russian base nearby, proof that Assad was
on the wrong side of a conflict that appeared to
be based on lies
In the end, Bashar al-Assad fled to Russia, and Syria was free
One wonders what happened to the thousands of
tortured prisoners, said to be freed

Once upon a rhyme'

I was, i was the minister prime.!! And in all of Canada I
Held the lines.' I fished the place for 'all it was worth' and
Kept some millions.' And My yacht is still berthed..yes I'm
Still important..Got the re...I mean ear of carny.'Are you 
Listening bartender.?? You know they say i'm barmy.' And
Look at my triumphs, i ensured there were tampons for
Men.! Yet if you ask me to describe one.?? One second i'll
Open it..Now which is the right end? Well its slim and long
Like a cotton cigar.' Yes I'm great on details! are you still
With me.?? HEY THE BAR.!!!

ART AS A GESTURE

ART AS A GESTURE

a
zest
of
    satisfaction
in
a
    gusto
of
ultimate
certainty

deepens
with
intimacy

of
  accidental
curiosity

inherent
 perception
within
   transposes
emotion
in
the
    miracle
of
our
     disparate
mind

unhindered
visible
    audible
in
the
 tangible

expressiveness
of
outgoing
 energy
       of
tactile
significance


consummated
&
  uniquely
pervading
&
pervasive
internally
   integrated

self concerned
 in on-going
interplay
  of
    expression
incorporating
  past
coherent
awareness
of
  conceived
interactactions
berthed
in expressive
 action
of
awakened
personal
pictorial
   presentations
of
 prior
 experience
in
the
completely new

Atonement

And who are we, ignoble birthed, 
knowing as we must, 
all elements of earth
laid down in divine trust
berthed in perfect form-
stupendous souls made from dust. 
Finger of God made so much of it
Divine capsule of design
Then the human being lost his mind, 
lost the way for humankind. 
Blood sacrifice cries from the ground
Stones will cry out if they must
What would they say if they could sound
out hope of humane recreation? 
Lust for life is never past the point 
of no return to final destination. 

Atonement is a living law, on its own. 
It is impossible to bleed life from a stone. 


Aqua Marine. 02/04/2024.

Alone and Lonely

I am alone without you
Days are long and lonely without you
"Must be crazy" whispered my neighbour
 in a sly tone.
I must have been muttering to myself again.

I want to unburden my heart
But who will listen to me
The walls answer with a determinate silence,
But the whistling kettle breaks the silence
My morning tea, my morning ritual was set.

I am alone and lonely
Oh yeah! the phone, but it further reminds me of your absence;
Who will need a phone when you are present.

I am alone and lonely,
Pictures on my table, depicting moments in time,
Yet no respite, no relieve I am still lonely.

I had thought that being alone could give me quietness,
Alas I was wrong, the more quiet it got the more noise I got in my mind.

My soul's anchor has not berthed, until my soulmate comes home to roost.
But I am alone and lonely.

My heart races to collapse the days remaining to meet my soulmate.
I hasten my departure as the twilight of my loneliness appears on the horizon.
No more to be alone.
No more to be lonely

(Written on the 8th of March, 2015)

Improvisation Aloud

play
   of the pulse
noisless
   impatient

in a
     dreamy
       magical light
tones
 of
     muted thoughts
emerge

then
       berthed
as
word pictured
                     poetry

The Fisherman and the Mermaid

THE FISHERMAN AND THE MERMAID

A young fisherman berthed in Penzance
Went ashore one fine night to a dance
He woke up on his boat
With a mermaid afloat
The First prize in a card game of chance


So was spawned a cross genus romance 
Though the neighbors regarded askance
They got married next day 
In a church by the bay
And went off to a fish farm in France

August 2019
Given N/A in Contest: ‘Two Sea Themed Limericks’

Dot

A waterfall is neither a moon beam nor is it icing dripping from a big cake. It is wise to build fortresses of ice in skating weather but skiing weather cannot make the deadline so the cross country brigade of brigadoons are in areas unvisited and therefore unexplored by mankind. Cleanliness in a goblet goo and bleached bath bombs can eradicate even the most stale smell of blemished food. But watching a movie on a six mile screen is equivalent to eating banana peel on a motorway in a lay by. Tailoring treating treatments taking talismanic traders talking trees. And a big wide berthed arch on a canal path is exemplary style of an architectural wonder. Xx beanbags xx diagramming diamonds xx stratification z that was the p y q reporting from a snow globe.

Said Aloud

Inflections...
                pauses....
                           silence.
The unwritten gaps...
          the unsaid words..
with
graduated musical
phrases..
as strophes of
inspiration,berthed &
cadenced in our ear.

Hear we read aloud my PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro..

catch my short forms @strand poet on twitter

read on  in my kindle books about poetry, art and Christianity on amazon

As Is Moments a Twin Distich

Art is an inspiration...
                                      berthed alive

Poetry is an inspitration ...
                                              said aloud

you may catch my' as is moments ' of both poetry and art at youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro..

and in short form @ strandpoet on twitter. and..

in kindle ebooks on amazon

Oh Naija

Tired, weary eyes
Seen enough to rest forever
Time yet short spent
Longer bleak years yet to face
Do loaded ears hear?  

So, float in ecstasy, Eldorado
Hard long labor of the past punish
Reality of failed plans torment
Roads known from old vanished  
How will the song be sung?

The vulture has berthed 
Copious carcasses waiting to be carted 
Shells emptied and drained
Served on Nigerian high rock
Did you ask the legs to run?

Acumen and sanity served for desert
Whereas the ancestors and I bestowed the ‘Offor’
Authority to lead, serve and control
The mace now breaks the people’s skulls
Where will I find the hat to think?

Land of Utopia!

The Leaving of Liverpool

THE   LEAVING   OF   LIVERPOOL


Giant  ferry berthed in  Mersey River :
Tugs  take the strain with a shiver, 
Ropes creak and we cast off  -
She timorously inches away from the wharf.  
Bow comes round and leaves the dyke:
Lit buildings spin carousel-like  -
Strong currents have  us in tow. 
Black  vortices with bubbles below,
Inkiness of river water stark:
Hear it more than see it in the dark.
Big crewman in black woolly hat
Yelling to another in  Serbo-Croat:
Looks like mayhem  but they know
How to swing her into the river, so
That ropes, men, machines, move in sync
Floating her out on the ink.
Liverpool fades in red glow;
Stars emerge from hiding low.
On the frowning wave
We are alone in the dark, save
Our own lights cast ghostly 
Into   nothingness   mostly.
Go inside and shut out the night. 
In the morning Dublin in sight.

The Captain and His Dove

The Highland Princess
Berthed again
Freshwater Loch
Beautiful Highland Glen
 
Tranquil pined hillside
Log cabin picturesque
Captain and his dove
Lovingly blessed
 
As winter sets in
Snow falls so deep
This two in the warmth
In cuddled keep
 
Roaring log fire
Birch logs a sparking
Face to face
Their hearts a starting
 
The Captain stands up
And asks for her hand
As he leads her to
A room so grand
 
Large window they stand
Over the loch they view
He turns to his dove
Declaring, i love you
 
His manly hands
Undress her so
In her heart she says
Undress me slow
 
His dove unfeathered
Hands running down her arms
Torso caressed
Her chesty charms
 
Heaven reached 
His hand grooming
As he kisses his dove
Her heart cooing
 
Four poster bed
Their impressions are made
Moonlight through the window
Passions played
 
Delicious whispers 
In the ear of his dove
As they spoon together
Like a hand in a glove
 
Together in dreams
Heart to heart
Their next journey
A new start

The Highland Princess

In the Pacific sun
On their gleaming white yacht
A journey ahead
This two sailors sought
 
On their Highland Princess
Their eight berthed babe
Fishing trips
Moonlight serenades
 
Moments captured
With rod and line
Moments absorbed
With a kiss and fine wine
 
Starry skies
Heaven above
The roll of the waves
Captain and his dove
 
Moonlight fishing
Many a catch
This dove and her captain
In human attach
 
On the mirrored waters
Calm and serene
The aura of two
Bright moonbeams
 
A toast of the two
Before they retire
In the Pacific heat
Little want for attire
 
Below they head
Discussing their night
The captain and dove
Pillow talk, might?
 
They awake in the morning
To the deck they ascend
In the Pacific sun
No more they pretend

Misguided Flight Path

Imagine, if you can,
Looking up from your desk,
Coffee cup still half full,
To see a beast roaring your way
Full of fire, hate and death,
All in the name of a God
So callous to life,
He loves to see such strife

What will be my last thought,
It's comin' up real quick,
No more to see my loved ones,
For some so very sick,

Who shall be the martyr?
Who is truely smarter,
If this should indeed be
your God's wish,
What evil berthed him,
Who was his mother who
had to push,

To bring forth hurt and pain, 
Thousands of puddles of tears,
Thousands of new grown fears.

Many years till the dust might settle,
And replace our flagging mettle,
May God forgive us for what
we must now do,
Kill the many to catch the few.

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