Best Anchors Poems
Limerick : Once buoyed Anchors in Sea Anne-Anne
Once buoyed Anchors in Sea Anne-Anne
Looked like they needed maning by Man
One said : « Whatever it be !
Got’em all covered, see ! »
Didn’t see at Sea thrive but Merman.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Anchors Aweigh...Destination Unknown
Weather beaten cap'n,
and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
(circumnavigating the globe
back in the day
of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
when severely pitted
against raw elements
of swiftly tailored,
harried stylish nature
against leathery faced
reptilian skin, hard drinking
(actually as corked
poetic convenience - vermouth
arbitrary bottle of choice
if for no other reason,
than to rhyme
with the above line),
and tobacco spitting, while
colorfully swearing as an uncouth
Furies (of Agamemnon) fighting (tooth
and nail) Pirate,
where rickets, scurvy,
and thrice unconscious,
currently ample proof
could not forsooth
bring me to
Davy Jones's locker,
cuz I never wanna
get relegated to an underwater
whale schooled booth,
this raconteur can nonchalantly,
glibly, and blithely attest,
with braggadocio, despite
no warm welcome will
ever greet mine tinnitus
pained ears, I can plainly
imagine acrimonious retort
upon me behest
his far more'n lifetime
bobbing (like a sponge)
buoyed atop crest
longing e'en for
(carping, caviling, hen pecking,
or shrewish) wife,
and loving family
forsaken, sans living
antisocial upon briny deep divest
many opportunities to
experience wedded, webbed
and whirled bliss,
and hence for everest
as bachelor, especially
at present junction
of twilight years,
my crude manners
makes foreign (for
an) ill suited guest
boot e'en if yours truly
became inured to life on land,
(as a "FAKE" father figure
feathering his nest
my coarse behavior, as basic
electric koolaid acid test
would force even
the most tolerant proprietor,
perhaps a bank
manager at Univest
would utter VAMOOSE,
e'en if eye covered up
my heavily pierced,
and tattooed breast.
After sailing for some time now
I’m ready to stop
and drop
an anchor for a while,
to come in from the sea
which has only grown colder
over the years.
But, alas, I’ve no anchor
and as I’m the ship
I must continue my trek
through man’s ocean of life.
Only a short while ago
you were my anchor,
my savior,
you suspended my endless journey
from one port of life to another.
Now again you are gone
and I’m adrift
once more,
not knowing for sure
if someone else
will try to anchor me
beyond the horizon,
behind the next wave.
I need you desperately
for sea and sailing
are tired of me.
You were the anchor of my ship,
the basis of my life
and the desire to rise each morning.
Please end my journey for love,
throw me your love line
and tether me into love’s port of call.
Sailboat afloat on a journey of light
Seagulls take wing, navigators in flight
The sun is a timepiece, seconds in the sand
The clock tells no time, it's missing a hand
The wind is a dancer, to the rhythm it sways
As the waves become angry, looking for prey
The journey of light is now at an impasse
In a darkness so fragile it shatters like glass
"Anchors on strings, hanging from sails"
Lifeboat capsized by a humpback whale
On the waves of a nightmare in a sea of surreal
Dorsal fins circle, jaws needs a meal!
---
12/15/16
The sea is rough, the sea is tense
Like a forest dark, like a forest dense
Keep all eyes forward, keep all eyes alert
Deny the soul anger, deny the soul hurt
Adjust to the road, adjust to the times
Avoid all temptations, avoid all crimes
Do not change the path, do not change the goals
The heart is a rolling plain, the heart is a grassy knoll
Do not fear day, do not fear night
Life is a journey, life is a fight
Command the ranks, command the fleet
Seal the hatches, seal the heat
It will not be easy, it will not be long
Remain completely confident, remain completely strong
Look afar in the sunset, look afar in the bay
Sing The Star Spangled Banner, sing Anchors Aweigh
Let go of always;
Let go of satisfaction;
Let go of my "Self".
Inspiration: "Emotionally Numb" by Silent One
Turn on news, want to hear what's real
don't care about politics or how you feel.
Tell me what, where, when, anything that's new
not important what you think or your view.
Reading a prompter emotionally, pretending you care
thinking you're special, got the job because of your hair.
News is reporting facts, not a calculated political spin
let citizens know the truth, instead of paid opinion.
Traded your soul for money, report anything they say
don't believe you really know, what happened today.
Report facts, let the citizens decide what's wrong
knowledge by the people makes this country strong.
Power, greed and corruption controls every news event
is it not news, reporting where our freedom went?
Anchors
"A boat is just a boat without an anchor"
In the cove, several boats are gathered
Sheltered from the harshness of the sea
Tempted by it's call to go and join it
It coaxes them “come out and play with me”
They sway from side to side as if to answer
Wanting to take flight upon the tide
Knowing not the dangers that awaits them
On decisions made in haste their futures ride
For this reason each boat has an anchor
Making sure in safety they remain
Kept from floating off with no direction
Held securely by the anchor chain
As a child, I too faced temptations
Unaware of dangers not foreseen
Wanting to make all my own decisions
Ignorant of what my acts could mean
I was drifting, I had no direction
Assuming I would always be OK
Dancing to the sound of my own music
Consequences falling where they may
But like those boats I too had an anchor
A mother that I never can repay
For all the times that she reached out and held me
Assuring that I would not go astray
She taught me that decisions are like roses
Scents and petals lovely to possess
But if not handled with discretion
Thorns will be the bane of your caress
Life has taken me to distant harbors
But from my course I never will depart
I can navigate the troubled waters
I always have my anchor in my heart
Written for A Rambling Poets "Mother" contest
Bob Quigley
Aug 27, 2011
A rock, an anchor, a touchstone
Our visits, email, time on phone.
Has been such an aid in my struggles
And I really enjoyed all the snuggles.
But stones are a burden, you see,
And they no longer are a help to me.
Thanks for telling me your needs
It makes it clear we can’t proceed.
So this is all I have to say:
Sorry, babe, it's anchors aweigh!
See, I’ve arrived, so thanks a ton
It turns out that this special son
Is destined for so much more
Than you, so here’s the door.
My daddy said so, and he must know
When it’s time to give the heave-ho.
All good things must come to an end
Say, you think we can still be friends?
3/9/16
To succumb to one's own pride,
Or to the ferrying tides?
To hold on, you must decide,
That this journey's worth the ride.
Often times I see these boats
Stuck on sandbars, sometimes moats,
They can hardly stay afloat,
Yet somehow, onward they go.
When dark days and evil nights lurk and strike,
Without regards for what's yours or mine; When high tides of cruelty strike
The good who's done no crime;
In troubling times like these,
We are open to being deceived.
When confronted by fears that bind,
A very powerful song comes to mind,
Speaking of anchors for troubled times,
For lives turned and tossed way out of line,
For people beaten, buffeted, and intertwined.
A way out of their wilderness, they cannot find.
Each day is a grind, falling further and further behind.
Life makes no sense, having neither rhythm nor rhyme.
They feel voidness and feebleness, a life without design.
Storms have destroyed their fruit, now rotting on the vine.
They need hugs, smiles, and touches from loving humankind.
May God give us all an anchor that holds tightly to The Devine.
050520PSCtest, In Times Like These, Silent One. 2P
Not the warship
Primed for battle,
Not the chained
weight to secure
a ship,
But the anchor
on the evening news,
Ever notice how often
they lose?
Changed near monthly,
sometimes it seems,
An end to their newsroom
star dreams
Kytee Dung, Dodger
Grimslee, Falter Concrete,
Tomm's Brokedown, so many
more,
Which one you'll see tomorrow,
You can never be sure...
But as long as they are pretty,
And don't make of themselve an ****,
They may last another week,
And remain among the cast.
She filled the entire sky.
The fold of clouds evened out.
She smiled regardless of weather.
Her smile peeped through the cracks of closed blinds.
Peeked between open spots of trees.
Her smile bright for all to see.
Highlighting everyone around.
All seamlessly standing still.
It was easy to become lost.
A young woman with rosy cheeks.
At first glance her dimple shown.
The corners of her mouth spread far.
Her perspective of warmth.
A fire resistant to element.
Every branch traced by her essence.
She was free.
Appearing without forecast.
Her intelligence spread far & wide.
No matter the storm she exerted her dominance.
Her smile a halo everlasting.
Yellow and white exuberated by an inspiration of her own.
The news anchor predicted overcast
Still she shone her brightest
Anchors Aweigh...
destination unknown
for this Earthling
stardate: February 26th, 2022
At sea since time immemorial
I relish being alone
upon oceanic expanse
yours truly doth bemoan
me gal Sal (one among
numerous female confidantes),
no matter, she easily
mistaken as a crone
magical powers keep
her manning far aloft drone
as surveillance hovers above me
(to intercept encrypted
communication maintained
courtesy bluetooth earphone)
the two of us sol survivors
I feel like a foreigner since
global thermonuclear war
bombed webbed wide world
into pulverized power
vaguely similar landscape
to age of Fred Flintstone
and Barney Rubble
recurring memories redolent
of yesteryear, whereby I groan
though simple living
such as me and the missus
did Potschke coaxing homegrown
organic fruits and vegetables,
though, I attest we did
get violently angry with each other
and unwittingly cross interzone
where brickbats exchanged,
especially after she discovered
an illicit extramarital affair
between myself and Joan
since kindergarten her I known.
Weather beaten cap'n,
and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
(circumnavigating the globe
back in the day of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
when severely pitted
against raw elements
of swiftly tailored,
harried stylish nature
against leathery faced
reptilian skin, hard drinking
(actually as corked
poetic convenience - vermouth
arbitrary bottle of choice
if for no other reason,
than to rhyme
with the above line),
and tobacco spitting, while
colorfully swearing as an uncouth
Furies (of Agamemnon)
fighting (tooth
and nail) Pirate,
where rickets, scurvy,
and thrice unconscious,
currently ample proof
could not forsooth
bring me to Davy Jones's locker,
cuz I never wanna
get relegated to an underwater
whale schooled booth,
this raconteur can nonchalantly,
glibly, and blithely attest,
with braggadocio, despite
no warm welcome will
ever greet mine tinnitus
pained ears, I can plainly
imagine acrimonious retort
upon me behest
his far more'n lifetime
bobbing (like a sponge)
square pants float
buoyed atop crest longing e'en for
(carping, caviling, hen pecking,
or shrewish) wife.
The anchors I carry
were a plethora of burdens
I was never meant to carry
always weighed down
by my insecurities
the snare of the fear of men
the lust of my flesh
the pride of my life
and the voice of my past traumas
You are the Creator of my soul
the One who wants to provide me
with a private island
saturated with an abundance
of rest in the hammocks
of Your presence
and surrounded by a body
of turquiose oceans
soaked with infinite waves
of Your peace that streches
beyond my mortal imagination
while You are the One
to carry all of my anchors
and cleanse my spirit from
the beach house within