Best Be Adrift Poems
Ah! To be adrift upon the boundless sea sailing, sailing, sailing!
Alone with the sea and pristine sky with southerly winds prevailing.
No particular destination in mind as upon the surging sea I plod,
Nor is there another soul in view as I quietly commune with God!
Ah! To be alone at night in the desert pondering, pondering, pondering!
I lie to refresh my weary bones after a day of vagabond wandering,
Savoring the soothing quietude with gentle zephyrs caressing my face,
Gazing heavenward as constellations wink at me from outer space!
Ah! To scale the highest mountain where even eagles dare not fly!
The precious solitude of it all! I can reach out and touch the sky.
Such divine inspiration it brings to this mere mortal's languid soul,
As God's Creation beyond is revealed for me to relish and extol!
Ah! To amble down a forest path when autumn leaves adorn the trees!
Gold and crimson leaves waft about me, stirred by an occasional breeze.
I'm awed by the Master Artist's handiwork no mere artist dare portray.
This priceless solitude and beauty I shall treasure forever and a day!
Ah! To lie 'neath a shade by a rippling stream and dream, dream, dream!
Watching vagabond clouds scudding across the sky in solitude supreme!
I suppose there are folks who prefer to mingle with the multitude,
But I treasure time alone to muse and write in peaceful solitude!
Entry for Line Gauthier's "The Beauty of Solitude" Contest
Ah! To be adrift upon the boundless sea, sailing, sailing, sailing!
Alone with the sea and pristine sky with southerly winds prevailing.
No particular destination in mind as upon the surging sea I plod,
Nor is there another soul in view as I quietly commune with God!
Entry for Gregory R. Barden's "Rithimus Divisa" Contest (Submitted
April 20, 2019)
This is a Rithimus Divisa extracted from my original poem "Solitude" written
June 30, 2011. It rated Second Place in Line Gauthier's "The Beauty Of
Solitude" Contest, judged May 4, 2018.
I may simply be adrift
save for words to stir my heart
feelings lost to bitter winds
were it not for words
How to capture fireflies
just a pen is all at hand
somehow words can find a way
poetry sustains
Just to get to know oneself
stunning as the page unfolds
filling depths and empty eyes
as my world takes form
I am saved by lines of wit
lines of passion, lines of tears
I am not sure where I’d be
were it not for words
My dream, my undying yearning,
Is to dwell in a dream-world of my own,
In a misty city amid teal lakes and white peaks,
Filled with clear waters, lush groves and majestic pines,
With marvelous minimalist halls of mid-century design.
I seek to read in lofty libraries and muse in art galleries,
To be adrift in abstract beauty and a Baroque adagio,
To lounge in cafes filled with creative reverie, and
Elegant silent patrons lost in their daydreams.
I yearn to spend each sublime evening admiring starry skies
From under a domed skylight, to enjoy creamy coffee upon a
Lakeside veranda, amid dew drops and cool blissful breezes,
Gazing at the sun as it slowly rises beyond the skyline.
All rights released into Public Domain
Future held such initial promise
But shallow dreams disintegrated
Coalescing into shallower reality
Despite my youth, pain cripples me to geriatric apathy
General interest long gone, death has become the single concern
A welcome embrace, a welcome friend
Tardiness is expected, as well as encouraged
Release me from these eternally shrinking walls
Allow the peons to continue their superficial pursuits
Never meshing well into the fold, I yearn simply for permanent isolation
There is not enough joy to justify the agony that life forever guarantees me
Nihilism and anger, desires for maniacal retribution, the only feelings I've ever known
Clouded over now by perpetual physical torment, my formerly hollow shell continues to exist without capacity for optimism
Yet without hate, there seems nothing left
Shall I forever be adrift?
Inspiration is stymied by these walls
Deeper into a depression she falls
All she needs to do is go outside
And on a unicorn she will glide
The splendor below is God’s great gift
And it feels so free to be adrift
Meadow flowers shine in rainbow hues
A lazy dog is taking a snooze
Emerald forests make her smile
Something she hasn’t done for a while
Puffy clouds above release her muse
Imagination does transfuse
The “no vacancy” sign is gone
God’s gifts give impetus to write on
*For Diane Christian’s “Inspiration” contest
Santa learned about a year ago that the North Pole was thawing slow,
And in the not too distant future, he may be adrift on a perilous floe!
That was disturbing, but another situation has elicited little cheer.
(As if the jolly old gent didn't have enough to worry about this time of year!)
His toy making operation has slowed and there's little work for the elves,
Resulting in massive lay-offs and, sadly, a lot of bare and empty shelves!
Many of his little sprites collect unemployment due to the lack of work,
And Mrs. Clause nags him about getting decent work, driving him berserk!
Things deteriorated to such a degree that he asked Obama for largesse,
And of course he replied, "Sure! I'll tax the rich to cover your distress!"
This unfortunate dilemma has caused Santa a serious bout of angina,
Since nowadays, most of Santa's goodies are being "MADE IN CHINA!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Read with image at my blog: purelandsutras.wordpress.com
Night’s shadow lours upon the world
And the streets are silent like the
Netherworld—without a single
Morning soul to be seen or heard.
But amidst the dimness is a lone
Lit nest serving toffee flavored coffee,
And as the jukebox sings “Do I Worry” ,
Wistful nighthawks gather to ponder
From midnight to twilight, minding
Only their lonely aloof thoughts,
And to be adrift in surreal reverie,
During this moonlit lull when the
Sun shines bright but in dreamworld.
Note: Do I Worry is an Ink Spots song.
Poem released into Public Domain
Ah! To be adrift upon the boundless sea sailing, sailing, sailing!
Alone with sea and pristine sky with southerly winds prevailing.
No particular destination in mind as upon the surging sea I plod,
Nor is there another soul in view as I quietly commune with God!
Ah! To be alone at night in the desert pondering, pondering, pondering!
I lie to refresh my weary bones after a day of vagabond wandering.
Savoring the soothing quietude with gentle zephyrs caressing my face,
Gazing heavenward as constellations wink at me from outer space!
Ah! To scale the highest mountain where even eagles dare not fly!
The precious solitude of it all! I can reach out and touch the sky!
Such divine inspiration it brings to this mere mortal's languid soul,
As God's Creation beyond is revealed for me to relish and extol!
Ah! To amble down a forest path when autumn leaves adorn the trees!
Gold and crimson leaves waft about me, stirred by an occasional breeze!
I'm awed by The Master Artist's handiwork no mere artist dare portray.
This priceless solitude and beauty I shall treasure forever and a day!
Ah! To lie 'neath a shade nigh a rippling stream and dream, dream, dream!
Watching vagabond clouds scudding across the sky is solitude supreme!
I suppose that there are many folks who prefer mingling with the multitude,
But I treasure time alone to dream, write and muse in peaceful solitude!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Being your daughter has been an incredible gift.
You and Dad have given me such a wonderful life.
I know that, before me, your lives seemed to be adrift,
But, because of you, I am a mother and a wife.
You both raised me with nothing but happiness and love
And now I get to pass on that warmth to my child.
She’s a part of this family that fits like a glove.
That was obvious from the first time that she smiled.
You get to watch your grandchild live a life of fun.
She will follow in your footsteps and learn from the best.
With role models like you two, she has already won.
She’ll be a champion in life, above all the rest.
It’s time to wake up from the dream of what could have been.
The reality is that you were just selfish and scared.
I guess life doesn’t go on… as you proved way back when
Aborting me for no reason showed how much you cared.
What if the world wasn't so swift? It wouldn't be adrift and caught in an awful rift.
What if we acknowledge each other as sister's and brothers? Instead of separation we become a congregation' under GOD one nation.
From your eyes can you visualize a world that proofreads so there's no misdeeds, can you conceive, seems hard to believe.
A world of peace no need for police, What if all nonsense would cease? Rather than a world of corruption which has exploded like a volcanic eruption.
Greed, lust, gluttony and deceit, it failed before looks like we're destined to repeat and it's no mystery just look back in history.
What if we get rid of hate, Swollen egos we deflate and make the crooked roads straight, Where love would dominate? What a. beautiful world it would create. Believe it or not it's our true fate. So keep your faith for good things really do come to those who wait.
What if, we get rid of drugs, turn around the thugs, put down the guns, stop trying to live just for fun and get from under the rule of The Unholy One. How do we expect to win living by the seven deadly sins.
So think twice, don't get caught in your own device or be ready to pay an extremely high price, but what if we were to take The Good Book's advice. We would find the true meaning of PARADISE... WHAT IF???
Where would my reason come from?
My purpose for rising at dawn – for risking my heart,
For giving a part of my smile, a part of my light…
Where would I go when I want to show?
My thoughts on the page, my thoughts of love and faith,
The feelings that sing like grace, the feelings that are the way…
I say…
Without poetry, I would be just gray.
Never vibrant like the scarlet in my passion,
Never lively like the glistening of the starry night,
Never luminous like the sunlight who abides in my life.
Without poetry, I would be so meek.
Never vehement as the laughter who breathes,
Never fervent as the moment who bleeds,
Never zealous as the eagerness of a budding leaf.
Without poetry, I wouldn’t be me.
I would be lost amid the words that couldn’t speak.
I would be missing the colors of my painting.
I would be adrift in a sea of disenchanting.
Without poetry – Where would I be? Because I surely wouldn’t be me!
If not for you, I wouldn’t have know
What true Love really meant
I'd never have felt this inner peace:
I wouldn't be content
If not for you, I’d never have
The pleasure of true romance
I'd have missed the bliss and craziness
of Loves sweet, sweet silly dance
I need to feel your tender touch
I need to hear your voice
No other could ever take your place;
Your it, I have no choice
Without you I'd be adrift
I don’t know what I'd do
I’d be searching for my other half
I’d be incomplete, if not for you
I love you
~ * ~
If it wasn't for poetry and the emotions it brings,
I wouldn't hear and feel the soft wind chimes ringing
in a summer breeze.
Or capture the eminence of colors and be drawn to the sweet
sent in the air, a bewitching mix of sweetness of blue expanse
and fresh flowers. Or sit and watch the setting sun and deep
shadows reaching across towards the infinite land
and connecting to the horizon.
If it wasn't for poetry, I wouldn't be adrift to the sounds of nature
and relaxing soft music. Or sensation touch of cool breeze
as I walk on a sandy beach and listen to the surf.
Or fall asleep to the welcoming darken twilight and iridescent
of the moon against the clouds.
If it, wasn't for poetry; I wouldn't know how to express death
and the abandonment and loneliness it brings.
I am a makeup of this life that comes with love, faith, hope,
and wisdom, and poetry has away to leave a peace within.
11/23/2023
I met this girl a few weeks ago.
Shes the sweetest one I know.
She changed my life for the best.
I never felt like this with the rest.
Shes an angel sent from above.
Shes my new love.
Her birthday is on Easter Sunday.
What I got her, will take her breath away.
You can say its from my heart.
A reminder when we are apart.
It has a value thats quite high,
The sparkle will catch your eye.
I'm taking her out the night before,
So nervous, never done this before.
Lets see what happens ,cant stand the wait.
I've planned the perfect date.
Takin her hand and presenting the gift.
If she accepts, my heart will be adrift.