Best Mast Poems
Can one count the pieces of a broken heart?
Can a flag half staff proudly wave?
Will kites still rise in staccato weather,
or partial freedom be less than a slave?
Explain this measure of a hearts half beat
wind that blows yet never reaches the trees
the disfigured countenance of a dreamers disgrace
how half body dreams cry imbalance in between
Tarnished stains of unpolished silver
flyblown details of a life unabridged
groping for a fortress forged by slivers
unfit by the stages between and betwixt
shifting weight from east to west
dodging shadows of intent and neglect
standing at the post where the middle never met
like a chromosome missing beholding whats left
Oh to be pregnant with hope
then giving birth to a portion revoked
How does one survive the division
of two halves opposing a whole
What brightness can a light once shining
affect through half of a soul?
and where is the joy in knowing
without two halves you'll never be whole?
A heart scattered in fractions
equations refusing an algorithms find
These are the conundrums which riddle
and the factors left baffling the span of time
A calling that must be obeyed--
bloodied and broken he lies,
the battlefield he makes his home,
fallen like a gladiator of Rome,
hearing his brother’s last cries--
with a bullet in his heart he dies.
Oh the artist he could have made,
even Picasso would he surpass--
a gentle brush stroke brings life,
instead he sleeps by his knife,
all the medals he would amass--
his bloody world of iron and brass.
There was music in his soul--
a prodigy like Mozart in his youth,
his name would live on for ages,
as his composition floods the pages--
then we ask what is really uncouth,
taking innocent lives or concealing the truth.
A more fortunate man digs a deep hole,
the last few pages of a journal revealed--
as Vienna in the time of Shakespeare,
he could never really find his place here--
death upon words that would have healed,
here lies the warrior poet in an open field.
I stand tall and proud upon this ship
Never have I wavered on any trip.
If you listen you will hear me in the wind,
speaking to you again and again.
Stories of a ragging sea,
while the fisherman worked below me.
Lightening and thunder clashed in the sky,
but I held firm against the tide.
Sometimes the sky was so blue,
and we would sail straight through.
Yes I am the Mast upon this vessel it’s true,
Sail with me and I will protect you.
JSergi
billowing storm clouds
darken the morning sky --
flag at half-mast
8/24/16
I tend to my field by myself; no one knows how well I do this
This is my cloud that I harvest all my feelings and I am King
So what demands you have or think you have on my cloud?
My cloud is other than my safe haven, with hard sweat and tears
I will make it rain, and it will flood some dreams
When someone request to see my cloud it is not white nor gray
I spout out a bluish silver color with lots of fun shapes that stay
I grumble like thunder making lightning afterwards
I grumble like thunder when people seem to think my field is theirs
No way! I say, Hey YOU! Get off MY Cloud! To day
I try my best to push them off with louder thunder
With lightning flash with some god like shock
My world, my soul, my hardship and most of my entire dream
Is emptied out by one that stands wrong on my field of dreams
The silver lining becomes so dull; I hope to make them fall
My cloud is as wide as a field that I may grow and sow
Now once more, I will say if it fails to get them off my cloud so low
I may have it not low, to make the fall a hard blow
I am King on my cloud; I can make it float high
I can make it float low, but if you decide to step on it
You will find thunder and lightning that will make a great show
And I will say the same thing once more
Hey YOU! Get off My cloud!
To honor the Mother America, our men and women in uniform
upheld our nation’s colors still hanging from the ruined eagle’s nest,
though it is torn to shreds, with renewed resolution for uncertain future to come.
And everyone dug the ruins to remove the mountains of debris;
some died while trying to help others, some injured while searching
for a piece of life that may still be there in the terrible toll of lives lost,
still yet, some with earnest prayer while watching TV screen.
It is the time for us all Americans, to unite under one same nation’s flag,
more than ever, it is the time to reassure and to proudly display our oneness under one same nation’s flag to the world, though we are a nation of all different races, cultures and of diversity. And now is the time to display our determination,
that we, as the peace loving people of America, will not tolerate the killing of innocent lives, which we, as the people of one great sovereign state U.S.A.
will not overlook what terrorists did to this nation.
No matter where those inhumane evildoers ensconce themselves,
we will go after them, and punish them in the name of justice.
We will return our anger on them, in the name of innocent spirits departed from us, at the time of collapse of the towers, at the time when eagle injured its wings.
We must pray earnestly however, before take up our arms.
we must give a deep thought however, before vengeance
takes its place.
Make sure that our castigation against atrocious evildoers
is not for where do they live or come from, what they do to earn
their honest living, how they look or dress, how they speak or greet one another, or even how they worship their God, but because of their evil desire and what they did to our innocent lives.
Listen! those faceless cowardly terrorists,
this beautiful country will remain on this earth forever,
in the unity of people from every corner of the world
with all different cultural backgrounds.
And with the vision that of impartiality for all
and indivisibility under one same flag, the Star-Spangled Banner.
And prosper as ever by everyone doing their fair share as a proud citizen
of this great nation, the U.S.A.
Old Glory’s at half-mast today.
I wonder who just passed away?
Was it a hero from some battles past?
A dead leader whose influence lasts?
Were servicemen killed overseas,
Or humanitarians died fighting a disease?
Seems most of the time I don’t know why
The Colors only at half-mast fly.
More and more it seems to be
The flag’s mourning some local tragedy:
A lunatic shooter with a gun or rifle
Killed innocents for some reprisal;
Or people contemplating suicides
Go out committing multiple homicides.
I think the worst is killing schoolchildren.
Will this obscene madness never end?!
Strong sentinel on high
Beneath a mountain sky;
Called by name Bristlecone.
Twisted tree all alone
With green needles so dark
Life clings stoic and stark.
Worn wood with thin bark edge
Locked to a limestone ledge.
Thousands of years flowed past
‘Gainst snow and wind, a mast.
No sails with which to fly
You grew gnarled by-and-by.
Drought and quakes, you did face
Yet you held firm your place.
Despite all nature’s strife,
How do you cling to life?
I am changing my feelings
About an open relationship
But I rather have it in a relationship
Because my heart tells me
You would be worth waiting for
Even for the rest of my life
I would share every picture
And events that passes by me
To show you what I see
I do like you openly and unconditionally
Your words do matter
So what you think? Honey!!
My heart belongs to you now
I give it to you for free
No knots, not even a string
It is strong like a wind
But invisible to any eye
But stronger than a chain
I value you as a friend and a soul mate
I will take my time
As time does not matter in love
In the parking lot, I sat observing
The flag over the shopping mall
I noticed it flying at half-mast
A famous person, it sought to recall
The impact they had on society
Affected people, far and wide
Adored or rejected by the masses
Many in this person did confide
Few in society attain this status
So it's imperative to take note
When observing their credentials
Just what kept their name afloat
When Jesus died on the cross
Was this event really observed
Was it noted by multitudes
Did He get recognition, He deserved
Today, His banner should reign above
Rooftops in every nation
His sacrifice on Calvary's hill
Gives me solace in meditation
God grant that I may hoist a flag
And always make it known
He deserves ultimate recognition
None other could our sins atone !
Colan L Hiatt = 06-22-23
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SEA PAST THE MAST
For most folks I know……..
that which has come to pass is stowed well away in the past
They’ve cast off the shadows and shelters of their history
However my past is wedded to withering woe and the winter’s wind so blistery
Betrothed to the frigid frostiness of fear and a foregone conclusion of catastrophe
While frustration takes center stage
With rage as my bounty yet confined by a cage
Penned up without a pen to jot down random thoughts and notions
Impounded and pounded by a mallet of emotions
Shut in by shame and a game only losers are allowed to participate in
As secular spirits are secluded secretly with the insight to anticipate sin
I am hemmed in, cooped up and enclosed within a crate indicated by hate
In my case that which has come to pass is also my tomorrow while my tomorrows leaves me aghast
A state in which I’ve too often been found in the distant and most recent past
It’s as if I am a once strengthened sailboat,
a sloop that used to split the waves to weather well and willfully the tides
A vessel that now hides amongst other sails with a splintered and superfluous mast
While the heralded headings homeward toward is that which a compass shall never confide
Forced to suffer the forecast of failure and the sea’s strident stringency in stride
But the very saddest thing of all about what progression relegates to the past………..
Is that the vapor of this very millisecond has become a part of the past so fast
©2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Don't listen to the song
They'll have you thinking wrong
Just go your way
And never say
You gave in to the throng
I lift my pen to write
But cannot stand the sight
The words a mess
I did my best
But can't tell right from wrong
The thing that I must do
Is ask you to be true
And tie me to
In every hue
The mast I must pursue
Now turn my head away
And let the music play
I do not care
I told you where
I've nothing left to say
I've written much the time
Through sirens shrieking rhyme
Reprove me if
I break these bonds
That hold me so entwine
Senseless destruction,
Fear in our hearts
Mindless confusion
A misplaced spark.
A toturous day
Under clouds of grey
Lives lost
Hearts now cold
A sense of urgency
Fears being told.
Questions arise
For which there is no answer
Lives torn apart
More in the hearafter.
More tears flow
The trail grows cold
Our minds numb
Our countries bold.
Flags at half mast
Stories to pass
From the young
To the old.
Courage emerges
Hope reappears
Heartbeats flutter
Even throught the tears.
An attack on a nation
A disgrace of humanity
Yet the people gather
Ready to face the humility.
The sums of our fears
Gives us the courage to regain
A glorious nation
Full of beauty under pain.
We shall become whole again
We shall not divide
Strength is in numbers
Days of terror left behind.
With a weak bladder had taken a chance
Ended up wetting in my precious pants
When over the side something is passed
Would you possibly do it at half mast.
I sure could tell from the very start
Half-mast was performed by bottom part
Sometimes may think you are a clown
And end up doing it all upside down.
Then on ship decided to have a mast
To see how many over side had passed
Certainly never a onesy but only a twosy
Because if a twosy it would be a dozy.
Dedication to our fallen four Victoria Police....
The flags are at half mast
The flags are at half mask today
For four fine officers lost in duty’s say
In silence now we all stand
As grief for them and their families demand
At each muster we bow our heads
For these each one of our honoured dead
Rest now in peace a hero’s slumber
For you have joined our sacred number.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The flags at the National Police Memorial are at half mast for the four Victoria Police killed together in a road accident whilst doing their duty.