Best Seafarers Poems
Professor Hapgood’s studies on ancient maps were fixed
Einstein said his theories should be added to history’s mix
Perhaps it proved too big a leap for other minds to take
But his ancient culture findings, Hapgood would not forsake
6000 BC, before Egypt’s pyramids were built
Millennia before Pompeii’s lava had been spilled
Or small fishing boats hugged the Mediterranean Coast
And Columbus’s “daring” voyage was not even close
Ancient seafarers drew with astounding accuracy
Maps of the world they once knew, the fishermen’s legacy
Antarctica sans ice and closer to the equator
The Mid-Atlantic Ridge once an above-sea sky scraper
Siberia touching Alaska with no Bering Strait
(Palin could have seen Russia without snow from her back gate)
Cuba, England, Sweden, too, on these maps appear clearly
But Sweden’s fully glacial; England’s blanket an ice sheet
If we believe Hapgood, a civilization once thrived
Thousands of years before language; maps keep memories alive
Technology to chart the seas was lost in ancient times
With latitude and longitude measurements quite refined
Sea kings’ cities may have succumbed during the last Ice Age
Surviving nations lost their skill when history turned a page
Geography to be found again when the Earth had healed
“Discoverers” reinvented the forgotten ship’s wheel
Magellan, perhaps not the first to sail around the globe
Admiral Byrd not the first man to visit the South Pole
Spirits from a colony of seafarers can be found
From deep beneath Antarctic ice, they try to spread the word
But laugh they must as scientists forecast global warming
And man attempts to alter life and heed their dire warning
Shifting poles? Natural cycles! Men would be well advised
To study the maps Hapgood found and open their closed minds
To learn more about Professor Charles Hapgood’s map studies and the comments made by
Albert Einstein, you can visit http://www.crystalinks.com/crustal.html.
The Bewitching Call of the Siren
She ululates a forlorn desire for a human love;
She’s pure evil, not from God’s Heaven above.
This siren’s seductive melody is heard on all seas,
And even on the largest lakes and flowing rivers;
Bringing even seafarers near Die Lorelei to shivers!
Beguiling young sailors to such a ghastly death;
This vile creature’s venom is felt with each breath!
Her visage is one of true love and blessed pulchritude,
Yet Lucifer’s mask is dark with great evil certitude!
Her perfumed scent enlivens her victims’ senses,
Whilst her dark green eyes and deep wet kisses;
Mesmerize her prey, oblivious now to all consequences;
Now feeling her fatal bites and hearing her hideous hisses!
She taketh all pleasure in her world of this evil measure,
Enthralling all her sad victims to a most horrible death;
Now Lucifer counts with joy the lost souls’ treasure!
Always sans merci this siren be to those in her grot,
As her victims find their souls lost to Hell’s dark rot!
Beware say I to all good seafarers, do heed this tale well;
Be deaf to this siren’s call or your life shall end in Hell!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 4, 2016 (Canzone)
The Smeaton Eddystone's architecture
First lighthouse protecting navigators
Light blinking, pulsating, luminously
Loud foghorn resounding resonantly
Guides shipwrecked mariners vigilantly
Or swarthy seafarers incessantly
On oceans perilous, tempestuous
A sailor’s salvation eternally
09~19~14
Jan Allison
Contest: The Lighthouse
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Form: Rhopalic verse
~awarded 1st place
Seafarers shall be saved, though waves may
deem them dead, lost in the ocean's fray
they shall not perish, nor shall they be afraid
nor falter, though their earthly woes be done.
They shall tame the deep, brave the mighty Charybdis
and win release to heaven's blessed throne.
Nor shall the poor be stilled in death's dark tomb;
they shall enjoy the fruits their earthly span denied
and reap full harvest as they rule the Pleiades!
The lame will mark their years well spent
in painful suffering at the world's behest,
for they will revel with the wild Eumenides!
The realm of death is nothing to be feared,
though sting of loss shall curdle in the breasts
of the deserted they will finally comprehend
true love's eternal message in their hearts;
the special blessing of the ones who heed the call,
the realm of heaven draws all the faithful home.
Listen to the
ticking hands of twilight,
close your eyes,
while I take your thoughts
to an ivory reverie of
flickering fantasies…
there I’m cruising
above an
island of mystery
in a flying
glass catamaran~
glazed in
fairy sparkles.
Watching the
shimmering sea
swallow flaming rays
of the sinking sunset,
I slowly dive
deep
into the
lungs of
lyrical lagoon
to surf along
saffron waves,
against
twinkling tides,
while the
seraphic soul
of an emerald
oyster crest
unravels a
sparkling carnival
of summery parade.
I am magnetically
captivated,
chasing a school of
dancing dolphins,
with every spin,
they reflect hypnotic
songs of the ocean~
a ballet of butterfly-rays,
swirl to symphonies
echoing from the
marine kingdom,
there sharks
and turtles together
croon secrets lost within
the aquatic
jungle of life.
When the
spirits that carry
sunken sagas of
coral reefs rise,
a mystical goddess
emerges beyond
the wide horizon,
where the moon is
meant to glow
and unfurl silvery
chronicles of
crystal clear memories.
She is dressed
in glistening algae,
her scales mirror
a musical melancholy;
tales untold and unseen
in the eyes
of flawed creatures.
Her beauty is beyond any
ballads woven from
salt soaked diamonds.
I question her in awe;
“What flows
beneath violet ripples,
ruffling with starry souvenirs?
Do you hear
midnight serenades
of coastal birds,
when neon gems
light up the sea of fire?”
In silence, she whispered
into the drifting wind,
“I am the sovereign of
seafarers and day dreamers,
I guide the lost to
a sanctuary of serenity”
Her words
kept circling in
ringing refrain,
and I let
my thoughts float,
in the
watery credence
of her cryptic tunes,
as she
vanished
into nothingness,
leaving a fragrant tint across
the celestial
canvas of the sky.
Now the mermaid moon
draws a halo
in fluorescent
colors of her
rainbow tail fin,
splattering a trail of letters,
moving in
zig
zag across
the azure,
knitted in lucky charms~
while initials of this tale
ignites the universe
like
waterfall chandeliers.
Legends of the seas,
Washed up on the white, crystalline shores,
Countless untold stories,
Unlocking new doors.
If each shell was able to tell its own tale
In the wash of the tides, in the wind and the gales.
A story of a princess in the sand dunes of time,
Locked in an oblivion, of a world without rhyme.
A story related by the seafarers,
Of times long ago,
Of a young princess,
And the magic gardens she sowed.
It is told, that her father, the king of the sands,
Betrothed her to a prince in a far, faraway land.
The little princess who so loved, her cherished white shore -
And, a father's royal command, which she chose to ignore.
Passed on as a fable -
For many hundreds of years,
A prince from tomorrow,
A young princess' tears.
Rather than take passage to a frightening new land,
Leaving her cherished, gardens of sand,
The princess chose not, the easier course;
She would employ her one, only, tour de force.
An elixir taken in the mid of the night
Changed our little princess to a dune in the sand.
And even if we fast forward, to this very same day,
She's managed to evade, the king's pre-nuptial plan.
Now, never more separated from her gardens of sand,
She sits on the beaches overlooking the tides.
United forever in a union of love;
Waiting on a lonely beach, with the sea at her sides.
Legend says if you look closely
In the sunset of eve,
You can see the little princess,
In her royal garden reprieve.
It's also said, if you hold your ear to the wind,
Tween' the roaring sounds of the emerald green sea,
You may hear a small plaintive voice calling -
Enticing an understanding Prince Charming, to come set her free.
A fog bank on the Horizon,
As a barrier to our way.
And oh the sea, so tranquil,
No breeze to ruffle it's face.
Our ship drifting aimlessly,
Her sails hang motionless.
Like peace fullness, the stillness brings,
It teaches Hearts to rest.
Some sailing on this ship of life,
See Doldrums as an end
Take courage fellow seafarers,
The winds will come again.
Seafarers shall be saved, though waves may
deem them dead, lost in the ocean's fray
they shall not perish, nor shall they be afraid
nor falter, though their earthly woes be done.
They shall tame the deep, brave the mighty Charybdis
and win release to heaven's blessed throne.
Nor shall the poor be stilled in death's dark tomb;
they shall enjoy the fruits their earthly span denied
and reap full harvest as they rule the Pleiades!
The lame will mark their years well spent
in painful suffering at the world's behest,
for they will revel with the wild Eumenides!
The realm of death is nothing to be feared,
though sting of loss shall curdle in the breasts
of the deserted they will finally comprehend
true love's eternal message in their hearts;
the special blessing of the ones who heed the call,
the realm of heaven draws all the faithful home.
Powerful water-god
Paradigm of Neptune
Pride of seas and oceans
Protects all seafarers
Placed as lord of horses
Paired to Amphitrite
Put as god of earthquakes
Feb. 24,2022 6:18pm
Syllables counted through https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/
6/6/6/6/6/6/6
Greek mythology
Contest Judged: 3/8/2022 3:21:00 PM
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Place 1
On bowride below gentle titans peep
ghost ships of the Pacific hunt and chase -
great barnacled seafarers of the deep
beneath the waves its clear blue waters grace.
Where yon an old boneyard whaling station
fluking bulls and cows breach the feeding pod,
and dive in fabled echolocation
bones of Ahab and wreck of the Pequod.
Yet still ghost ships the old hunting grounds scout
its mystic echo whalesong far reaching,
and still cavernous mouths unmade to shout
trap by moon and tide on remote beaching.
Let no harpoon or flense sound its death throes
and may long live the shout of “thar she blows!”.
Written: July 1992
Written: March 31st, 2024 for Matt Caliri Coagulation Contest
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Finally, my blood began to coagulate;
I am initially concerned over poor fate,
Right away, I would lose a lot of blood.
Rich red hues wisely swing to warm tunes,
Every one of my atoms is as yours in pure gold,
When I xerox a warm lawn, I lie down and loiter.
Oh, what a tangled-up issue I had,
When I failed to tie a necessary knot,
But I need avail knotting a loop,
No one knew how to tie the exact knot I sought!
I hope my last breath is a grateful sigh
There's tightness in the core of my spine,
A knot bound with vibrant fuchsia rope,
That I've never managed to sort out.
A few nodded and hid my anxious gaze,
Some have enjoyed tightening it,
Skilled seafarers with stunning ties,
It allows a Full ship of pain and anguish.
Unrestful, between,
Dawn-to-dusk scars
Torn glimpses ooze riddles,
Flashes of a vacuum,
Thorny puzzle to soak,
To a soiled hook as hefty as my body,
Surrounded by bitter words and nails,
Untying harsh knots was never desired.
No one pulled an anger rope to set it free,
My sigh was not pulled out carelessly,
Longtime guarding in my throat,
Nobody has freed me.
HEED, my words
for at its end
his name will be
future seafarers
guide like that
of a star
HAIL, the winds
they come from the north
and just yon, a star
that none need attend
and in its glow
a wake of vessels
single sails all
HOLD, bold cold challenge
ill tides a new land
banished from their own
a place painted green
the night's of wars
brought a new day
HOME, a settlement
lay the foundation
later to be called
history or
his story
HOPE, son well in years
will make his own mark
but for now
its father's time
Red hair, beard, temper
ERIK the Red
The Timeball
sits atop of a tower
at Point Gellibrand - a quaint
relic of the past when,
well over a century ago,
ships at anchor in the Bay
would set their chronometers
as the ball descended
at precisely 1pm each day.
The Timeball is still in use
though not for its original
purpose but to serve
the curiosity of the tourists.
I often sit there
and watch the spectacle,
the ball lowering at 1pm,
check my phone time to see
if both are in sync - they
always are. I think
of the seafarers who navigated
the high seas with instruments
tuned to its time. They are all
gone now, exist only in old
photographs hung in the local
maritime museum.
The Timeball survives and I
wonder whether if they,
like me in darker moments,
saw it as a slow guillotine
slicing yet another day
off their lives.
I wonder too if they, like me,
looked out over a wider
world beset with strife,
saw the Timeball fall as if
counting down to some
uncertain catastrophe
gathering somewhere ahead.
For them it was the horror
of two world wars.
For me and my age it is
that thick, sulphuric mist
spread out on the horizon,
still shapeless and yet drawing
ever nearer and will not stop.
Its menacing advance measured
day by day at 1pm
when the Timeball drops
The Vikings were fearless seafarers
~ Their aim was, assaults and battle
... steal, rap and kill
On the mighty castle of Åsgard
~ It was Odin who is ruled
... and everyone knew it
Someone had heard that Vallhall was the kingdom of death
~ Was it really true that Valhall had a roof made of silver ?
Many chose the road to Odin's Hall
"Heaven bridge between the world of God
... and humanity in Norse mythology"
15/01/2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I am the ocean, also known as the sea.
I am unpredictable, my nature wild and free.
My color varies, shades of blue and green.
Shadows and light decorate the scene.
Scheduling and planning the course of my tides.
Lies in the hands of the moons lunar guides.
Seafarers know that they must plan,
their ocean journey, but at my command.
With waves and currents I am never still.
Force and strength, my own free will.
I am vast, my depth, a challenge to measure.
Upon my ocean floor, lies ships lost treasure.
There is life teeming below my surface,
An underwater world, mine to service.
I can be gentle, and and create delight.
But I can destroy with power and might.
My waves dance, ever lively, to and fro
With changing tides, ebb and flow.
If you listen closely, you will hear my song.
Whether the beach, or out at sea, it comes along
I have lived forever, with the moon in the sky.
If you have the time, I will tell you why.
From the beginning, I've been part of God's plan,
His vision of wonders to bestow upon man.
Spend some time, there is much to learn.
Nature's true gifts are yours to earn.
Believe this with pure heart and soul.
All heaven and below, his to control.