I own my heart
it entitles me to love
My selfish want for you
makes over eager to
love
and thus
being love
is enough to make
me believe in love
you as my Lover
.....................................
They seemed to enjoy
finding nothing AGAINST HIM
IT MADE IT EASIER TO
CHEAT ON HIM SHE told her
secret freind.
Categories:
berthing, analogy,
Form: Ballad
He did not feel the hot summer heat,
For at night the boat was his retreat.
A lissom breeze gave him a great treat.
Smell, the fresh air was fragrant and sweet.
His lass slept quietly at her seat.
Then the sun will rise and both will greet.
Quickly got up and their lips did meet.
Their breakfast prepared so they did eat.
The large boat kept steady, quite a feat.
But time was up, they made a retreat
To the port, a manoeuvre complete.
There the perfect berthing place so neat.
Their big boat so large was like a suite,
It was air-conditioned, they slept sweet.
Categories:
berthing, boat, sea,
Form: Monorhyme
The grandfather clock solemnly struck two.
In the pitchy night, shadows seem to flit about.
I close my red rimmed eyes tight
Yet I can see all around me for sleep eludes me.
I lie on my bed like a dead crab on the hot sand,
not daring to move lest sleep evades me.
I imagine phosphorescent planes flying over fallow fields:
This is not a night dream that conducts to slumber.
For dreams can be soothing, this is anything but.
Almost dark despair as my tired eyes are wide awake.
I shut my eyes and imagine red full blown sails
weaving their way in a rubicund sunset
towards their berthing quays.
How quick they arrive and I am sleepless.
I think of you, dazzling and lovely,
covered in golden sand....like the crab.
No, no this does not work much for me.
The grandfather clock struck six.
Did I miss a beat? Did I sleep?
I don't know, I feel like the dead crab.
Categories:
berthing, sleep,
Form: Free verse
image alights as a butterfly in spring,a thought arrives as inspiration on the wing.An idea resides to crystallize and brings each together as one berthing the simultaneous visions,mutli-layered innovative coherence unresolved turns a spark from the tinder of imagination into a flame..a flame that gathers up experience burnishes and refines a nugget of emotion into an image, then crystallize in the seeing eye bursts of creativity...short-lived...a crafting of sensibilities ....incarnate .A now moment,instantaneous, alive .
Categories:
berthing, inspiration, word play,
Form: Prose Poetry
the
sense
of perception
freshness,
speed,
the
feeling
of abandon-
submitting
to
the
heights
of
my
imgination
Categories:
berthing, imagination, inspiration,
Form: Verse
I remember the day as I stood on the pier
From beyond the point the trawler drew near
Weeks away amidst their wilderness of blue
A crew so brave in their quest to do
Berthing was simple as they had done so before
As I await in anticipation where the fish are stored
Basket after basket, many species graced with ice
Their quota now declared as they await the best price
Smiling faces now radiate all around
So successful from their new found fishing grounds
To their local they celebrate their catch
Back home safely in family attach
On this day as I stand on the pier
Beyond the point no trawler draws near
Weeks away amidst their wilderness of blue
A crew so brave, back on land worries grew
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Categories:
berthing, hope, life, people, places,
Form: Quatrain
Take the rope, boy, pull the hawser hard,
The knot must sit firm and tight.
Remember, we sailed by starlit skies
as the sea took us far from cradling coasts,
far from the sheltering bays and beaches
To where no earth scent reaches
The salt-stained sea-spattered air;
And the gulls, oh, the gulls, sailed
High and morose,
In their flight no memory of land.
Pull harder, boy, harder, and show me your strength,
Pull hard on that hawser with all of your might!
We lived on fish so easy to catch,
Of man they knew nothing,
The virgin shimmering tufted blue
The sky a wan, unearthly hue,
And we sailed and we sailed
Till the limp skies paled,
Till the night gathered round
And the world had no sound.
That’s it! Yes! I feel the ship berthing,
Earthing, and my head so light!
We lived the waves’ unruly heave,
The lurching slapping lapping swagger,
We drew lines between the stars
And danced our eyes on dead horizons,
We lived the stunned torpor of water
When the wind slept its sudden sleep.
We lived beyond life for far too long,
And long now for life once more.
So heave to, my boy, I'll jump ashore,
It takes but a moment to snuff the light.
Categories:
berthing, adventurelife,
Form: Free verse
The streets of, Hong Kong, are bustling this fine morning
Out for tea, noodles, a tattoo, and lots of beer
Luckily, the ship was put to pier side mooring
Dropping my laundry at, The Fleet, I have light gear
In a café, I sip and slurp, while bird watching
Lines of gorgeous cages, sagging above my head
To, Ricky’s Tattoo, through the human mass swimming
Morn, I awake hung over and bandaged in bed
In the shower, I inspect my new dragon
Below in berthing, I adorn my crackerjacks
Up topside for morning quarterdeck watch, I’m on
Spend my time watching the seagulls hover the stacks
Another great port of call in the China Sea
City of Victoria, a fine place to be
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Author notes
This is another in my Sailor Sonnet Series.
Categories:
berthing, adventure, life,
Form: Sonnet
It not upon of mythic attention
It nature availability at blowouts
Thy moving forward ...
By! —You not finked of me.
Flying out of your mind
In raggery joint out by
Stricken for malicious my heart
As revengers it from my latter's needs.
By some way your profanity
That not expression of a goddess
In my living overrun
In higher's style common consent.
Please! ...taking me out your fondness
Put me away of your soul
Let me fly over freedom
Upper berthing wishes my soul.
~ Ciro C Toledo ~
Categories:
berthing, confusion, introspection, loss, lost
Form: Lyric