Best Steady As She Goes Poems
Sunshine Eats Its Armor
Night is an old fish
deep in a dark sea
racing ever upward,
emerging into light
slow to eat more
yet steady as she goes
ever changing its tails,
seeking life anew
anticipating,
a future never known,
breaking against all
speeding into a mist
longed for by many,
desires on every list
Night is a new fish
racing down to flee
sunshine eats its armor
deep, dark it wants to be
Robert J. Lindley
note: A little free verse tonight. Even as I try, poetic rhyme still sneaks in..
like a dog chasing a juicy bone..lol
Sometimes I just want to say
I reckon it doesn’t matter any way
I remember once I watched a ghost
Fly into a soul and become the host
As darkness inhales clear blue sky’s
Mothers feeling their children’s cries
In a distant bar there is a singer who sings
As two more betray their wedding rings
Gliding upon the dance floor of lust
If you burn the toast scrape the crust
On the other side of town a call is made
Another soul is offered up for trade
Trading tricks just to ride the white horse
Steady as she goes and stay the course
A little old lady about 60 pounds
Grabs her chest and hits the ground
A baby is born to the most awful fate
Parents drinking from the pool of hate
They had no love and with noting to hold
Play in the snow and you will get cold
An old man could no longer take the strife
He grabbed his chest and fell next to his wife
I guess that is how strong love should be
If you have to go then please wait for me
As suddenly as it started it was all over
A man finally found a four-leaf clover
I love an empty page, pristine and fresh,
Creating life, from its sanitized death,
Gently depress the pen, unto its silky sheet,
Hand rests comfortable, on the surface beneath.
Ink tentatively starts to flow, filling in blank space,
Blood pressure rises slightly, stepping up the pace,
Steady as she goes, the first line appears,
Pausing for a second, sensing evolution here.
Moving along, poem’s nicely taking shape,
Writing looks well, just one little mistake,
Don’t get annoyed, easily fixed, right as rain,
Concentration’s intact, no need to complain.
Getting good vibes, though only halfway down,
Paper’s responding, as my scribe resounds,
Talking back at me, synchronized together,
Losing track of time, moments seem forever.
Engrossed with my work, mind starts to roam,
Must stay focused, for fear I’ll bemoan,
All appears fine, fluency pours from within,
Stanza’s won’t stop coming, hope this ones a win.
Hard to believe, already on the final verse,
Just enough room, to bring it home, I observe,
Finishing with a flourish, hitting the punchline,
Page seems happy, it’s new home is my rhyme.
By
David Kavanagh
neither great nor small
steady as she goes
commonplace
unremarkable
a good sort
uneventful
everyday
quotidian
mundane
average
normal
boring
stable
safe
me
myself
I
I turned the key,
pressed the gas pedal.
The motor belched
the starter grated.
“No. Not today!
I can’t be late.
I’m teaching the class.
I have to be there!”
Our three-year-old
piped up from the back seat,
“Try it again, Mom.”
The motor coughed, caught,
settled to a steady purr.
My little two-cylinder Fiat,
slow, but steady as she goes,
took me everywhere.
Again, from the back seat,
“I knew it would start, Mom.
I prayed.”
Walking the asphalt of the city. Nothing floats on the air.
. All is quiet, seems dormant.
Not a scream or any musical stream.
Bunches of clean air is bare. Surreal like snatches or pieces
Of a dream newly dreamt. I am the only one roving at the
Presence of dawn.
Simply magnificent. I will witness the first YAWN.
A WHISPER of noises as NEW YORK CITY breaks open a
New life. My ears are ready now I hear the first horn
Honking. A spark has SHOWN. It is near to the finish
Line. The traffic is picking up. Now nature roars to
LIFE. People are deboarding subway trains and
Automobiles traffic squels.
The shrieking of subway trains combined with
Conversation the DAWN has CONJURED a new being
As it does MORNING by morning.
A ribbon wrestles on the sidewalk. Comes The fire in
The FURNACE fed by coal. Into a building strolls a
Man to his daily 9-5 Fed by a GOAL. The ribbon waves
Good morning. Blowing with the wind.
I greet a complete stranger and NEW York city brims,
Teeming with life. STEADY AS SHE GOES. The influx of
NATURE. A mug full of the spoken word greeting a good
Morning. The day has begun.
The TICKING OF THE TOCK.
Relentlessly STREAMING.
Floating in vacuum,
morphine intravenous supplied,
pain deadened,
she lies dormant, oblivious to all,
thoughts suppressed,
unfeeling and benumbed
in the emergency cubicle.
Her husband holds her hand,
icy, like winter at its worst.
She moans, eyes flutter,
only to fall asleep again.
Anesthetized she finds rest.
Monitors bleep to rhythm,
steady as she goes just like
a sailing boat on rough seas.
She will survive.
Husband bewildered.
A human vegetable?
Oh no the expert says.
She will be fine.
The husband dials a number,
talks softly not to disturb.
There will be no divorce,
it's best that they give up
and do not meet again.
The woman on the bed groans.
Is that a smile on her lips?
That day that stuck like glue,
hide your pride in the wind and let it go.
Redemption has found me relieved more than happy,
no fanfare or parade,
just get back in the shade.
Just get back in line for now's not the time to shine
but steady as she goes, twinkle toes,
time will come soon.
These flowers in bloom will signal closure,
mourning period over
to once more lift my eyes to the horizon
free from moments left behind by this
that would play me in a desperate exclamation
to a ship that's sailing,
failing
to stop.
“BABY FACE WHAT’S YOU THINKIN’” Picture “B”
Get a Load of This One Dad !
Oh yeah! Yesterday you changed my stinky diaper ! In case you think you’re tough, today’s is even riper! So steady as she goes with your footing, because the proof will be in the pudding, Get ready Dad, the stink will bite ya like a viper!
Written 1/7 2019
I was going to change to the fast lane,
when abruptly the traffic flow ended,
red brake lights giving amber alerts say,
better slow down or you'll get hurt,
Follow the leader like a pied piper snail,
then stop and go like your delivering mail,
sit and wait patiently for some small movement,
interstate constipated needs motor routing,
Mysterious destination exit a little bit up ahead,
some daring cars take the detour and anxiously fled,
I want to be adventurous and follow and meander,
cautiously I sit stuck in traffic and in my frustration wallow,
I hear the helmsman up above say "steady as she goes"
and that in time all things good come to those who wait,
and with that the snarled traffic starts to once again flow,
patience, prayer and a steady course is what I'll try to take.
3-15-17
140 words
You can call me a fool,
If that's what you like.
But I won't accept,
This one size fits all life.
The media doesn't get to decide,
The size of every breath I take,
From this moment on,
My life is what I decide to make.
I won't bow down,
Even if I'm hit with a hundred blows,
I won't back down,
Even if I face a hundred foes.
My eyes are set to the sun,
My will, now decides my fate,
Don't even think of stopping me now,
No force will deter my gait.
One foot in front of the other,
My pace, steady as she goes.
I refuse to accept the destination,
Of an already traveled road.
I am a warrior king,
Noble blood boiling deep within my veins,
Destined to change the very future,
And set this world free from it's chains.
Ecstasy was never meant for me ~
‘Steady as she goes,’ stoically
Journey
The waves on which we walk are a treacherous mountain pass.
Cavernous falls and crevasses, formed by an icy chill blast.
Never second guess your step, steady as she goes,
Patiently plotting you ascent through life’s snow.
Finally finding your paths the hard thing,
Now the snows melting and here comes spring.
Slip and slide, keep yourself balanced,
Up or down your time here’s chanced.
Journeying through life is key,
Content then you can be.
That you’ve done your best,
Grow old now rest.
Feel truly blessed,
Life attest.
Death
16/04/2018. Journey
The path of life is criss-crossed
with many intersections:
A fork in the road forces you
to choose a diversion:
Ahead Left or
Ahead right.
A T-junction has a Stop Sign.
Look Right, Look Left,
No way forward,
Choose one or the other.
The U turn offers a way back
to unwind and retrace.
The Detour is a diversion,
a time-out for reflection.
The Slip Road offers a way
into, or out of, the rat race.
At a Cross Road there are three choices:
Left, Right, or then again:
Straight Ahead,
Steady as she goes.
The Overpass is a cop out,
dodging the Cross Road decision.
This courage swirls independently...
climate change without rehearsal...
Steady as she goes...
into the great unknown...
a needy disturbed force crumbles...
self awareness realized...
she knows what you say and do...
She knows there is no one else...
there is no one else like her...
...And all else are aware...
...aware of your needs...
...your failures...
...I choose to venture forward...
...to adventure forward...
My inner known is waiting
there for me...