Best Conrad Poems
Man of the sea, why are you departing, forever away,
touching a sail on the ship that glides, fading as a wave?
Winds of seas only waving, hugging flags goodbye for the brave.
The sails of your ship are shyly caressing wind at play.
Sorrow hymn is soaring and the grief is rising to the sky;
requiem of songs under the clouds, reminiscent of your ply.
Beyond depths of the ocean, you only become more silent.
In solitude your hardship; also love was born, peace, and strength.
Waves are rising and bowing - you on the ship as an island.
Urns with homeland's soil are swinging slowly to the rhythm.
Earth was bound with the ribbon of the water behind your ship.
The birds flew down on us, in your books of imagination;
there presiding, noble is spirit of right aspiration,
vivid pictures, distant lands - true landscapes. Now awaits a grief,
helm is free: forward, forward, guide to safety ship in distress;
flee from rocks under water far, after thick fog is dispersed.
The drums are playing long, in your honor, quiet requiem song.
Requiem pageant, dark covered in silence standing, all aboard.
Your noble urns of rest are anxious - saluted with the gong.
Enlighten, we shall carry your thoughts to the sides of the World.
As a child you lost your parents and family wealth
by the decree of the Russian Tsar.
You barely remembered your mother teaching you French.
You were noble, aristocratic Polish child.
Your father Apollo, a poet and a writer,
was your first teacher of English.
He composed a poem to commemorate your birth.
Accepting truth you reconciled tragic past.
In youth you went sailing on the merchant ships
and became philosophical man,
learned in distant adventures,
searching for life with a moral sense.
You always despised the lie
in every day life,
distant and metaphysical –
in your rhythmic, poetic prose.
The pirate ship named Legend Of The Sea sails in the agitated waves of the Caribbean Sea. Captain Conrad, the corsary most dreared of the zone, was thinking about his dearly loved one named Chandra. It was about five years he did not see her. Meanwhile, Chandra was in an isolated island thinking about Conrad.
They cannot stop thinking about the most longed moment when they encounter again. One of the pirates warned to Conrad that another pirate ship was approaching them. Conrad gave the command of attack the ship. It was a fiery combat. Conrad won the battle. The day to see Chandra again was more closer than ever.
Stars in the sky was shining more brighter than ever. Chandra was in the beach shore contemplating the sky when she saw The Legend Of The Sea. The joy she felt at her heart was indescribable. Her loved one already came back after many years. When finally Conrad got out from the pirate ship, he ran to hug and kiss Chandra.
Only the stars and the enigmatic moon were the witness of the ardent love demonstrations of Conrad and Chandra. The dawn was in the horizon when Conrad and Chandra left the island on The Legend Of The Sea without let knowing anybody their port destiny.
Nayda Ivette
12-27-2015
grip.grip the pony
young tender roni,chris face
love taste,waste her now
Rove I, In Midnight Dreams, Through Golden Halls Of Avalon
Second poets tribute series,
As I fight many epic battles against blank white pages
war I with blues, born of unfulfilled poetic rages,
through gigantic cavernous depths of unrepentant deeds
Seek I, greater truths in Poetry's Art, its sweetest seeds!
Rove I in midnight dreams, through golden halls of Avalon
speak I, to pale white ghosts of poems Poetry hath spawn,
in our discourse bow I, to wisdom's arms, they wisely wield
oft I, have cause to battle foes, fight under that bold shield!
From echoing voices that call and ask for solemn vows
hear i, melancholy groans, as a shadow figure prowls,
deep dark in the black abyss my soul races on to sink
bloody cuts appear, faster than a witch's black cat can blink!
Fearful that this time, a return path will never be found
beg I for rooster's waking crow, dawn's most heavenly sound,
in my sincere, hopeful prayer rests a further great plea
that faith's Light returns, to save a wretched sinner like me!
As I fight many epic battles against blank white pages
I war with blues, born of unfulfilled poetic rages,
through gigantic cavernous depths of unrepentant deeds
Seek I, greater truths in Poetry's Art, its sweetest seeds!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2019
Rhyme, (14,14,14,14)
(Dark, As Poet Wars Against Doubts, Fatigue And Melancholy)
Inspired by "" Senlin: His Dark Origins"", and by ""The Vampire"",
Conrad Aiken - 1899-1973 by Conrad Aiken
This American icon does quite well
Known far and wide as the Hilton Hotel --
Bernie Sanders just bought in
Why is he sporting a grin? --
It's now named "Comrade Hilton." What the hell?!
Kirk Douglas
Today we heard we lost Kirk
Who never needed a shirt
Always a lovely flirt that Kirk
Joining Moses in heaven
Who we watched in the movie way past eleven
Hopefully God enjoyed their sound stage cheese
and now he is at peace
Yes, we lost Kirk
that lovely flirt
Robert Conrad
We say good night to Robert Conrad
Who looked good when being mad
He had the right stuff being tough
On the smaller screen
Which was clean
Tough stories that made him look peachy keen
Standing strong
Righting wrong
Good night Robert Conrad
America's Dad