Best Seven Seas Poems
The sails are raised upon the ship "Unknown,"
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.
I look upon such things as I am shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.
I now am sailing with a gentle breeze-
to learn of what I can until I'm grown;
so I can handle life with greater ease.
The sails are raised upon the ship Unknown."
There's waves I find in life that have been blown,
upon my ship by other ones decrees.
My skills at sailing these rough waves have grown-
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.
The shores I look upon are laced with trees,
their colors looking like they have been sewn
by angels with embroidery degrees.
I look upon such things that I am shown.
The work I do sometimes I will bemoan,
but with it I have gained such victories!
I seek a light that never has been shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.
Sometimes these oceans seem like they will freeze,
still other nights it seems I sail alone.
It's then I get down on my hands and knees,
To pray to God because He's on the throne.
The sails are raised.
The first water bed Sammy sees
he says he is going to seize.
He believes on this bed,
when he lays down his head,
in dreams he will sail seven seas!
Posted March 23 for a contest judged March 2016
Now used for The Second Chance #2 Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
“The Winter Tree’.
The winter trees are dreaming,
of violent summer storms,
wind, thunder, and lightning.
Of wild horses running in the rain, under a harvest moon,
chasing night rainbows.
Falling snow tickles their branches,
A falling tree,
That: never hit the ground,
she didn't surrender to your chainsaws,
because you caught her,
and re-made her,
forcing her,
to sail the seven seas.
She was fuel to your fires,
Lighting the darkness, keeping you warm,
and alive through bitter winter storms.
Yet, you hammered rusting nails,
into her limbs, her arms, and her feet.
As you double-crossed Jesus,
and God lay dying, at her feet?
Now she’s under water drowning,
Watching Sperm Wales mate,
and Vikings falling into the deep and,
They kill each other, just above.
She will dance on your bleaching bones, that.?
Feed the winter trees.
Drunken deer make snow angels, waiting.
Things will be better when your older….. Helvegen.
Phaedra’s arms waiting,
We will dance on your bleaching bones, that,
Feed the winter trees.
The winter trees are dreaming,
Dreaming, of violent summer storms,
wind, thunder, and lightning and,
Wild horses running in the rain, running under a harvest moon.
chasing a night rainbow.
Falling snow tickles their leaves,
As, drunken deer make snow angels,
Things will be better when your older Helvegen.
In the end:
Lighting strikes as BeetleKills.
Phaedra’s song waits, for you.
Awaits; to sing you home.
In the end:
Lighting strikes as BeetleKills.
Phaedra’s song waits, for you.
Awaits;
to sing you home.
We sailed the seven seas with vinegar in our brains
Singing ingrained sea chanties, with repeating refrains
We did not eat oatmeal, the rats ate all of our grains
We were proud persnickety pirates, there were no kinds of chains
Our parents tried to coax us out of the sea and the rains
But we were determined to make our way past the Great Plains.
We sailed upstream, singing our loud repeating refrains
Did not stop until we got to a whirlpool that changed our lanes.
What are you hoping to accomplish? Can we send you some planes?
Called out our grandparents, who had difficulty with their restrains.
Sorry, we yelled back, singing with gusto our repeating refrains.
But we are sailing the seven seas with vinegar in our brains.
The first expanse we crossed was called Delinquent Sea.
We trolled its murky depths with dreams of piracy.
Though landing swag with no regret,
Contentment slithered through our net.
We squandered all our plundered booty wantonly.
The next gulf we traversed was Inconsistent Sea.
An open-ended course with no contingency.
We took the long way ‘round the Horn
And spent the whole time watching ****,
Distracted by the hum of its monotony.
We thought to change our course, but found Complacent Sea;
Its waters smooth as glass, with less transparency.
Though there was time to come about,
We’d let the warranty run out,
Our rudder swinging on the sternpost uselessly.
When next we hit the swells of deep Despondent Sea
We wallowed in despair of ever breaking free.
But then the lookout cried, Avast!
As Noah’s Ark went drifting past;
We followed in the stink of its menagerie.
We strained against the currents of Dependent Sea.
Twas not the shortcut home that it appeared to be.
The mate was verging on despair.
He sensed rebellion in the air;
His ex-wife in the focs’l plotting mutiny.
We shot those narrow straits and entered Luna Sea;
A tempest in a teapot, no admission fee.
And when we hit the rocks and cracked,
The wreck absolved us of the act
Of sailing in each other’s wretched company.
At last I found the way to Self-sufficient Sea.
I gripped the oaken oars and rowed relentlessly.
The voyage may be hard and long,
But it should profit from a song.
Let music be in league with the conspiracy:
Sailing, sailing, sailing the seven seas…
I've spent years
and several centuries
swimming and paddling
across, beyond and beneath
the seven seas, lagoons and crystal oceans
on all portions of the earth
searching for you
waiting for you
and trying to feel your presence
but now
we have finally
found each other
we shall promise
never to leave each other
stranded again
for several more centuries to come
Beware the boats of paper
That sail on gentle breezes,
And never leave the harbor.
Life is lived on open seas
That are prone to hurricanes.
Your boat must sail through the storm
And continue down the main.
5-14-20
Contest: Finish Line In Seven
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Theme No. 2: Paper Boats
The sapphire seas
show in seamless
turquoise spread
the perfect poise
of unique aquatic
equanimity of enormity
harmoniously sparkling
lilting luster
of cerulean sky
reflection echo
resonates with
cobalt whisper
of waltzing waves.
Platinum periphery
embroidering embellished
lustrous lattice
of drifting cloud
corrugated clumps
suffused with
silver sunrays
of cupid’s arrow
adoringly enticing
entrance overtly
the ancient mariner
to embark upon
a new voyage
of attrite atonement
for he has left
in supercilious stupor
the seventh sea
unsailed.
He drifts desolate
with disquiet trepidation
in quandary qualm
on the clarion call
of swaying uncertainty
lurking latent
in languor swells
of steamy sea
the archaic essence
of his forlorn life
anchored enamored
on senile shore
the quaint ship
sails sanguine
from antique quay
of safe sanctuary
on southern wind
blowing beguiled
with perfumed promise
the serene soul
serenades content
to the tranquil tune
of the shredded sail
silently promising
to take him
to his new home
harbored beyond
the seven seas.
I dreamt of north and south Pacific
Of the north and south atlantic
Of the Indian and the Arctic
And the vastness of Antarctic
But it was in the Pacific
That my heart was pacified
For your beauty is terrific
Your charm struck my pride
September 12, 2022
The seven seas sailed,
the high mountains have been climbed...
the softest lips kissed!
With every gust of wind, secret taboo,
secreting a web a cocooned prison
of liquid knowing, flowing,
emulsifying impossibly old and new.
In the beyond of the known, stair-stepped,
desert bone flashed into
your consciousness a confident cajoling.
To stew, on the broth of you.
A teasing shot across your bough
of lost resistance and preservation
your eyes rolling white to the out of blue.
Sailing magnetic across it's salivate maw
and unflinching gaze
You are its pupil satellite Positron of drug,
positioned, strung shift of phase shift
of new vistas of truth and beauty unsealed,
inlayed in the naked language of the Angels, stage.
You are, quickened.
Quickened-Quicksilver, tuning, dimensionality,
Principality.
Hidden depths of self,
trigger emotion and thoughts
of infinity divided by three.
A black hole of obscene curiosity
swallows your mind.
Consciousness crests
in trans-mission inflated verbose
relay of Celeste divine? Freet?
You are a place of shipwrecks and mires,
Vagabound desires.
Who dares to sail beyond the horizon of the known retreat.
You come to an isle
of Precious golds and silvers
in frequency bands of holo-hold.
Land of spellcraft, music, heresy, thrones.
Centrigual placement of palaced
internment, camp of strange instruments,
beautiful adorned accoutrements, and contrived designs.
Rune of keys you can feel, the need.
To play them, a feeling, freed.
You shape the music into an arch entity
that offers you it's drink.
You become a dizzy swirl, unable to think to speak...
Of
Silk robes of every delicate fabrication of sin.
Jewels undone, in mythos biolocationed- transmogrifliquesatisfactions.
Yet the symbology remains constant
in it's sustain of visual topology.
Guiding you through the choppy waters
on ethereal landing
in land of the cloud of uncertainty, in hymnal,
refrain, refrain from it's hypnotic beat.
Hold on tight, Jane, Jason of the
foams and eddys and strangered things.
The exhilerating peril, in para parable.
Epic Tome, seasoning tomb of forner deed, denial plausibility causible.
Be ye not
thirsted for the salts of her drink.
For these are the Seven Seas.
Childhood dreams on paper boats
swam in the wake of silk swans.
Torrent of time on life stream
carried them to sunset sea.
With twilight wind on thrashed sail,
I glide beyond seven seas,
where bay of bliss anchors soul.
May 16, 2020
Syllable count : 7 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Theme Chosen : Paper Boats
Contest : Finish Line In Seven
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Adrift in rite, Forethrift of every
wind-sworn thing.
By Night and Gale Banshee wale,
styled in Sylphstream.
A symbol vibrates the sound of the wind over
the water as I sail across a sea of dream.
Like a wing that dips into mercury,
tooned in 4D.
A mechanical organic resonance hums
a disrobe, in the key of seduction's promised seed.
Hidden depths of self, trigger emotion and thoughts of infinity.
A crystal echo mirrors my sanity,
probing mind for a seam.
Scales highs, low,
of life with scalar harmonic menagerie.
Celestial steps of tran-quils,
shooting will O Wisp needling cat paw purr
and kneed of thoughts and love-ry,
obsessioning, devotion wrought to weave.
The motion of a veil, lifting upon the breath
of misty lung, abreast of passionate swell
and it's chum chum, ding ding ding
at feasting bell.
With every gust of wind, it whispers
well of it's designs, sharing it's secrets of the universe-,spring, filling, you as the cosign.
A sail, umbrella dances windswept
jowl of hood to the rhythm of multi verse,
a serpentine lull.
In Fourth Dimensional inlet reach.
The waves rise and fall.
Like a coastered street beneath
the underneath, beneath it all.
A cable leads you umbilically drawn
to a place of discovery.
Opening before you, immodestly ajar.
To you, the one, who dares to drone
a peak at it's forbidden verizon.
The sailgoat that dances to the rhythm
of the cosmos.
A stranger in a strange land, that errgoes.
The waves rise and fall,
a mirroring ebb and flow,
of the highs and lows of life, let go.
Sometime the sea makes you feel at ease
Then there are other times, sea please
The seasick feeling
The body that becomes unwilling
Over the waves
Now behave
Look below
A boat moving slow
Sea of wonder
A Lighthouse and shore yonder
Some say the seas are a friend
The question would be when?
Sea tail
Maybe the time I was drinking Ale
Breezes just confusing the senses
Ships seeing ships
Ever now and then a dip
A captain saying, “Sea legs tip”
Nonetheless, seas into miles of ocean
Emotions forming motion
Seas surrounded
Cruising over mighty waves
Maneuvering with the wind
Seas that always can
Sea guidelines when
Cruising without sinking
Chicken little thinking
A man sails the seven seas
Then one day he shouted out, please
When a mermaid siren him
For him it looked grim
Until she was caught by a group of Chinese