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I be a common salty, once,
No captain's bars, did bear,
Yet blessed was I to venture,
Where few a skipper dared.
From steadfast crow's high perch
I watched the bright coast beacons wink,
Through a biting spray's December gale,
What goring shoals would sink.
For untold days I rocked atop
An oaken spar at length,
While wake and skies conveyed my eyes,
Lord Neptune's sullen strength.
Busy dogs, the mates and jacks
Bent hard to tasks below,
While toward the sky, with glass to eye,
My post waved to-and-fro.
First was I to e'er spot land,
My voice the first to yell,
Aye, first to sight the skull and bone,
And raise the warning bell.
"Thar she blows!" was oft my call
If viewed a breach, had I,
And "Friend or foe?!?" the question barked,
If strange sails split the sky.
But the moments that becalmed my soul,
As the swells ticked off my time,
Were star-filled nights, a bullion moon,
And the phosphorescent brine.
The darkest times were battlements,
When the ship groaned in its might,
But never dark, the eventide,
Sea and sky awash with light!
So rare, it was, to find this tar
On deck or down below,
And rarer still, did I abdicate,
My nest there in the crow.
Well, I'm adrift on shore now,
With brittle bones and gray,
Yet still my mind climbs up the mast,
To man my post and sway.
And when the angels task me,
To a new and heavenly crow,
I'll bend my gaze to the looking glass,
And give a hearty "Tally-ho!"
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Favorite Rhyming Poem Ever" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Create A Character" Poetry Contest, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Best Rhyming Poem This Year" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
Introducing: Carl Fraser & Poet Destroyer
Oh Paint me a far away horizon
Across a tranquil azure sea,
Where sits a peaceful deserted island
Where no one lives but me
Free from prying eyes and greedy lies
Free from scars that never heal
Let me be free to just be me
Instead of someone who isn't real
To live out my days giving thanks and praise
To my creator in heaven above
And leave behind the noise of worldly toys
And just bask daily in his love
To be stripped of pain by the spirits rain
And washed until my robes are clean
For I've had enough of my fellowman's company
And I'm disgusted by what I've seen
So I will step into my painted horizon
Framed in a forever state of bliss
And I turn back only for a fading glimpse
As I blow the world a farewell kiss.
Laced by the seas we see, you beg for a life so far
Far from all I've dreamed of, tranquil and spirit rain
A once false painted paradise,
Bliss, a farewell kiss, drowned by old heartache
Not knowing where it's coming from
Yesterday, I woke up to a new skyline,
The horizon, formed by your eyes,
Across a tranquil azure sea
Far from all existing companies, you stood
In front of the ocean - your ocean!
Sailing on the calm side of the turquoise sea
Stripping back into the innocence you once were
A gentleman, caressing the oats in a peaceful state
The moon breaking your once trusted mind
The silence of heaven heals every scar inside
Redemption is a secret we beg for
It was always you, someone lost, misguided by love
Somebody, I once dreamt of, A dream lost out at sea
Calling out for me --- you chose to pray alone
Repelled by the world so cold, yet here I stand
Alone, on the other side of the farewell kiss
For you, I paint a faraway horizon of bliss, my friend
Waiting -Dreaming -Escaping --- In another lifetime
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
```Pirate Bay the Haiku```
pirates fierce and mean
drowning fish, sea to sea
parrots on their butt
```Polly Wants A Cracker```
bloodthirst & brutal
Quartermaster Gone Wild
dirty wings on deck
```Sea World Adventure```
ship crew goes on strike
sailing the Caribbean
wooden leg splashing
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
-"x+2 = 4"-
Enigmas of the soul
Do you know how it feels?
Never tasted before
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
I remember how you looked that day
The morning, you went away
I remember everything you said
I could not speak just softly breath away
Upon the shore, about to leave
There were just too many voices in my head
It was the first day of a morning spring
A cold chill the moment on that day
I stood and watched you with a smile
I never saw you without a thing to say
As we stand today close for a while
Your warm body comforts me so today
I know in a cool springtime rain
I think of you, once more again
I’ll never know why, I could not say
Just how hard it was for me that day
The words are now frozen on my lips
As I stood on the dock alone that day
And I watched as you slowly drifted away
Watching from a veil’s hidden rips
The chill of the cold won’t lose its grip
And hangs from my neck like a chain
To think of you just once more again
And how warm you felt in the cold dark rain
I don’t think I will ever know
And how fast the time did go
I will always feel deep in my heart
We were just never meant to part
Soul mates never go, so here I am again
As I await in the cold spring morning rain
Knowing you will be back with me again
As I leave my cold body in the rain
Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2015
The cruel streets I walked made me sad
I looked not at him, nor at her
Those who passed me by, gutter grads
I felt at home among the curs
We were outcasts from hearth and home
Over the land our kind did roam.
Looking here and then searching there
As many as stars in the sky
By foot, by car, sometimes by air
We wanted to understand why
We couldn't go back where we'd been
Burned our bridges and that's a sin.
Some were poets within their hearts
A killer or two in the crowd
And some were like me; a la carte
Doing what it took to be proud
Some chased women, some ran from them
And in the melee some lost a gem.
I sit here writing words of mine
Wondering how many are left
Who write words and sell for a dime
I have escaped death's cold, cold theft
I have fought the fight and I've won
I'm old yes, but I've just begun
Copyright © Race Benoit | Year Posted 2014
You bring out in me a great inspiration
Yet the right words are slow to appear
In my translation I find hesitation
For you are perfection my dear
I could write 1,000 poems, yet none
No description of you feels right
You're all my past loves rolled into one
Yet once said seem just a pale light
Being beyond vocabulary, I fall short
When I believe myself to be so close
Further away from it I seem to transport
Leaving me at a loss on how to compose
Like you, my words of love must evolve
As on me your love just keeps impressing
For that perfect post my life will revolve
As excellence teases me into expressing
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018
Letting go of all the space in between
A theme, that use to be
Long gone before I woke
Sadly Today's my birthday
So here I am singing a song
Happy Birthday to myself
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
Nether and far, darkness among stars
A painless realm daunting hidden charm
Neutrons and Adams, the beginning
Above the heavens, gods even sinning
Crimes of the universe
Negatives and positives
Black holes letting the evil escape
Crippling this world with
Left over hate
In rhythm sings
At fates door
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017
Creative writers are never given flowers while they still breathing poetry.
Biters wait patiently for the last breath to pay their respect and get paid with your work.
Claiming being sent by callings to keep the legend's work alive till infinity.
No doctor has the cue for this sick world.
But guess what we writers do care.
We keep writing spiritually we don't care.
Atleast i don't care, i know you'll be speaking my language with your theft.
Evidently i do share.
You are that invisible disciple i recruited to speak for me in my death.
It's the life of an artist who cares.
We don't seek recognition.
Recognition come to us that's why we endlessly spread.
We are angels with no wings heaven is closer to us we don't fly.
Paradise is home for holidays filled with dead writers.
An escapism from you hooligans.
Its a crime not a mime when you speak rhyme in my rhymes.
Thank God i'm still an infant in this poetry, i have a chance to fill up the grave you dug for me.
Your patience will have to patiently await my departure patiently.
I have enough time to unleash these constipated rhymes.
You think you got me.
I speak better in my rhymes like a machinegun tone spraying pee.
My skeleton is covered in mics louder i do speak rhythmic bones.
My skeleton is made out of cables transporting poetic stones.
My soul will be kept in your brain's museum.
There i said it.
Ye i meant it.
Copyright © Young King sa | Year Posted 2013
Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the
To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain
World beneath where would be
And sun rays where will be cold
Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything
will be allowed.
Sliding on morning dews that stays
Diving in the night’s sky that looks
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing,
Like the endless penumbra it’s
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last
For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this
Copyright © Shiraz Iqbal | Year Posted 2013
I Am Who I Am
Date: Wed, Dec 23 2015 at 8:11 PM
I don't wear no disguise
My True Self I can't hide
Without God I don't want to Rise
I like to look at the Storms Rage an Waves an its tides
I not Surprised of the Storm preys on my Demise
God is real and He's not far to find
I fight to win the ultimate prize
But this not a race between you and I
I can prove I'm not like these other guys
Light in me bright as the Sunrise
So I got to let my Sun Shine
But the Moon comes an tries to make the Sun Die
Life is a roller coaster but it's a fun ride
Just to ride it one time
I like to let my wings Skydive
An fly like an Eagle through the Cloud Smiles
If you want to fly with me be ready for the Clouds Vows
The Storm in this Life
No need to be afraid when the Thunder Sounds
Got to be Strong when Weak & Strife
Won't pay you to fly with me through the Nights
Cause I'm destined for great Heights
An we all destined in destiny's Sight
To meet her you will have to fight & Sacrifice
To choose live Right
Use your God Given Gifts to Strike
Your Art from the Sparks
That you Draw
Life is like a See Saw
Still Unique from the feats of my Flaws
Come to my room you'll see all the Writings on the Wall
If God not clapping for me there's no need for a Applause
I take a Bow when I get Heavens Standing Ovation
I Mediate on Mountains right now I'm on the Appalachians
Just for Higher Meditation
At a Height of Elevation
Just to listen to my Higher Self for Revelations
The Evil & Good Thoughts that's Incinerating
I can feel negative energy when it's Waving
I Listen to the music in my heart an Listen to what it's saying
We can be Godly and Satanic
Show Love & Hate in the Same Formations
Off and On Manipulations
I'm chasing God & Greatness
I'll be damned if the devil take it
They say you got to fake it to make it
Nah I'm to be Patient & Dedication
With Concentration until the Conformation Confiscated
I'm too Thorough to Let Fakeness be my Acceleration
I'm Second Guessed but I don't agree with those Calculations
Or those Estimations
See here's the real Equation
I had to do Division & Multiplication
In my Circumference in my Radius
Trying to put my mark in the Pavement
From starting from the basement
To the Maintenance
To get to the highest level of the skyscrapers
I Thank God for all the Favors
An for Jesus being my Savior my Lifesaver
I see myself as the White Ranger
Fighting with my Light Saber
Against Dark Vador
Through his Dark Capers
I see the Dark Vapors
Alot of times I wish I had a Eraser
To Erase alot of unwanted choices
That made me Poison
Through my Voyage
I could of Avoided it
An Destroyed It
Instead I made an Appointment Visit
Still with my Ointment Anointment on me Written
But I'm to live with it
If you could feel what I feel it would be intensive
It's not over until God Say it is Finished
You can't see me Scars but my flaws in a Blemish
Respect for Who I Am with Suspicions from the Critics
I am still Well Winded
I don't need to fit in
I'm not a Chameleon
Cause I'm not Bending
An I'm not Blending
We is not Mixing
But I am a Chemist
When it comes to Inventing Inventions
An going through Dimensions
I write Riddles with Symbolism
You can Understand if you Encrypting Hieroglyphics
I'm a Spiritualist
I'm not Religious
But I Know God living
That's because we got a Kinship
You can learn if you study His Manuscripts
The Blueprints of why we Exist
I have Spiritual Gifts
& Psychic Wit
I'm on a Psych Trip
Using the Vastness of The Mind Ticks
So I get to using Wisdom & Enlightenment
To Release the Little Giant
To Release the Lion
To Breath out the Sirens
Inside My Mind Spiraling
Striking the Strings of The Violins
An Play the Music Inside That Spins
Copyright © uriel wisdom | Year Posted 2015
Sixty seems so old
Oland was a time long ago
Sweden still sleeps in my dreams
So young so sweet
Old dreams run in retreat
Songs like lovers never last
Vanished love, island breezes
Vanquished lovers, sins drown, nothing pleases
Gone is the desire
Gardens die inside of Swedish winds
Gentle thoughts tossed into trysts seas
Tales of lore from distance shore
Another chance, the dice never win
Camisoles and lingerie
Oh my love, you captivated me
Maidens I would always toss to the sea
Frost could not kill the call of drummers doom
Another song, another story of a lovers end
Beware the maiden, ships sailors will tell
Breasts heave in sadness of autumn leaves
Allay my fears with illusions trumpets
Death dances, life runs to another day
Quebec was the shores of Swedish fantasies
Winter winds brought things to an end
Taking love could not prosper, when love won’t bend
Inside the pain, doomed us the broken hearted
Another day, another dream
Knowing love was so departed
Memories wrapped and folded in the drawer
Knowing death was welcome and so regarded
Youth no longer dances on this shore
Solitude was the only game in town
Obituary would be my fame thus drowned
Smiles forgotten, my love for her never waned
Notes: Due to some confusion, I changed the last verse and fixed a few things!
The suicide was mine, but only poetically! :)
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
I want to break free -
from this confining shell that
my soul inhabits,
warmed by the sun, cooled by winds
beyond the clouds and soaring
Revised for the One Nature Tanka -
Inspired By My Short Poem Posted On Contest Page of Rick Parise
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
Fairy tail dreams of virgin white
Winter leaves me
To spring raindrops
They wash me away
The summer heat torments and burns
Fall arrives by the wind
The wind takes me away
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014
I searched earth and my love was
nowhere to be found.
Now I travel to distant galaxies searching
for my love in space
where it's cold and there's no sound.
Where could she be?
Is she in an alternate universe. One that's
parallel to mine?
Do I have to travel through a wormhole? Is
she in another
place in time? I asked the stars where can
I find her and
none of them could tell me. I asked an
alien sun but he gave
no answer. His bright unusual light only
making it hard for me to
see. I asked every neutron star and every
pulsar. Every nebula
cloud I've come across. I even asked a
supernova where she
could be. But his answers turned out to be
false. None of the
constellation of stars seem to know where
my baby is. Orion
doesn't know. Gemini doesn't know.
Neither Andromeda or
Sirius. I'm in interstellar despair, travelling
through the deepness
of space. Going from one universe to the
next and hoping that one
day I'll see my baby's face. I don't know
how many light years I'll
have to travel. Or how many cosmic doors
I'll have to knock on. All
I know is that the desire to search for my
love beyond the stars will
never be far from gone....
Copyright © Skyler Woods | Year Posted 2014
I could not understand,
I had the whole world
in my hands.
I could be anywhere
I wanted to be,
but even then
I was not free.
I had a strong longing for,
I know I knew before,
but had somehow lost
in the struggle
of trying to become,
more and more.
I could no longer run,
I could no longer hide,
from the sorrow
which I felt inside.
So I embraced my sorrow,
and my sorrow showed me,
That wherever I go
there I shall be.
That I am home
And home is me.
That I no longer
need to become,
because I already am.
I am the answer,
I am the key,
I am the truth,
to my own reality.
All this time
all I was looking for
I am free,
I am free,
I am free.
Copyright © Yoshi Mato | Year Posted 2015
An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid spirit she professes
in music, a monotone but in finesse, a tune nonetheless.
Of her welcome song intrinsic in me but to her handlers, in blase
only the mere task of steering and roping in tense power play.
Embarking though marred by obvious signs of abuse and neglect.
Her rolling in elation disguised the slippery entrance and my regret.
Drivers accommodating cramped spaces as directed, gently to fill.
Opting to maitain serenity as they in vain, placate her iron will.
Do I hear her rising blood pulses or lack of joy in welcome thereof?
No, just the sound of tumultuous creaks and human smell
of perfume, tainted sweat and punjent oil leaks let off.
Disgruntled impatience of mere sailors but of her, not a peep.
Standing tall, holding firm a class of her own as she let sweep.
Riding the waves in style directing me to the destiny I must keep.
On and on she rides tantalising the waves as they foam at the peaks.
Such insight when she lapses into a lullaby putting me to sleep.
I return to a friend who knows well to serve, to ferry me ashore.
Another blissful time with her as the sea beckons for us to explore.
She is faithful, a useful companion with its own metallic commodore.
Sailing majestically forever a classy lady, our very own Lady Samoa.
(N.B Lady Samoa is our Inter-Island Ferry)
Copyright © Tiaua M Ioane | Year Posted 2014
THE BLUE MOON
Shimmer does it not this inspirational ivory opal,
Lightly dinted with a thin sheen of aquatic blue,
Illuminations elliptical transparent veil, a drapery
Suspended by heavens orbiting web called gravity!
Shingles tacked in by star nails, fastened against
The back drop of a vast blackened universe of mystery,
A mystical painting ever changing, a masterpiece
Created by the divine everlasting, the mood ring
Of inspirational thoughts glittering in the timeless
Sea of space!
Melting frozen ice jewels collide against the fire Rudy
Of the inner suns blaze, as the showering solar dust
Bursts forth falling into the cup of the big dippers crystal
Alignment, amongst the opulent elegance shown in the
Brilliance of the blue moon!
Let tranquilitY's cooling pools runith over in softness
Peace of serenity, I’ll bath within its optical illusions
Of beauty, a transcended spirit seeking freedoms
Dream escape beyond mine own earthly foot hold
A spinning cosmonaut existing in a lunar environment,
Dangling in a spiritual orbit of the heightened experience,
Destinies castaway swaying within the universal pull of
Brilliance, a mystical rose captured within a comets
Tail end of discovery!
Hail that man in the moon, for I wish to be consumed
Within this elliptical titan for which he lives upon,
So close almost to be able to touch by mine own
Mortal imagination, yet by reason the distance
Is just too great, I’m unable to bridge this vastness!
Inspirations muse this prisoner of the earth bound,
Let the shades of illusions not past me by this night
Of elliptical excellence, merging this transcend
Beneath the waves of light, to flex and bend
Unto space itself, drowning within the depth
Oh to become one drop of polar frozen ice,
Floating within this bio-sphere of elliptical beauty,
A tears silent frail hush, to fall against the face of the blue moons
Passionate shine of night, in this single moment of liberation
The true peace of tranquility at last.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dedicated to Mystic Rose whom
Inspired this poem with her picture
Of the blue moon!
And Kathy Ling my moon gazer
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015
Noah you must build a vessel 300 cubits long, 50 wide, 30 high and it must be strong
It must carry a roof three stories high, finished to a cubit upward with entrance on the long.
Use only Gopher wood that is smeared both inside and out with pitch
Then take your family and every animal that I might destroy this world in which:
Evil must be cleansed by a flood of Heavenly destruction
Ye shall perish too, if not great care, taken in construction
Pay particlar attention to each of my animals aboard
For like me, you are their Salvation and I in turn, your Lord
Noah, I command you Rise! Go! Collect the tools you will need
For there only remains 300 years to completion of this deed
Tend to every last animal no matter how large or small
For I am the Lord, thy God who created and love them all.
Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2013
I've heard there are two paths you can go by,
I've read I ought to take the path less traveled;
I've made my own path despite,
Ever having given either path a gamble.
Lost traversing aimlessly through,
The lush spring prairies full of life;
I seem to unknowingly choose,
Desolate vast tundras of ice.
A colorless empty wasteland,
Slows down my once wondrous journey;
Turning my hue-less eyes face down,
Numbing the thoughts that concern me.
Selfishly I ponder on,
Giving myself a gander;
My lucid daydreams carry-on,
Struggling to turn my criticism to banter.
With no longing for a sunrise,
No interest in howling at the moon;
Only now in sunset skies,
I can feed my empty tomb.
I have known that for survival,
Trapped within this frigid glacial world;
Atonement flourished revival,
Sent within a single warm word.
Precipitous licking fire,
It's flares echo from up above;
Precipitates the muck and mire,
To precipitation of love.
Still off in the foggy distance,
I can faintly hear the tone;
Beckoning to my existence,
For my soul for whom the bell tolls.
My tortured weary body aches,
While my minds bright embers aglow;
The songbirds of sorrow awaits,
Reaping dark empty seeds I sow.
Devaluating precious time,
And prioritizing my pain;
Has left self-loathing in my prime,
With a pessimistic disdain.
Perhaps time isn't as real,
As understands our mind's perception;
It must just be the moments we feel,
More like a figment for recollection.
As the white sands of time flow through the glass,
I helplessly watch their numbers diminish;
With every grain another lapse,
With every moment that goes till it's finished.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2016
Listen to poem:
Voice: Sara Ella
The road ahead is winding,
And curving, never straight.
From far, light shines the way,
And I’m forever finding,
The distance that I made,
Will not lead me astray.
The voice of truth is calling
Inside my chest, it beats
A fast and steady drum.
And when I’m almost falling,
When everything defeats,
It whispers, a soft hum.
I want to reach that tree ahead,
And hug it’s truthful trunk,
And rest my aching neck.
And everything ever said,
In truthfulness has sunk.
And finally, I am back.
And beauty is not what I see,
But I found inside of me,
That everything I want can be.
January 17, 2017
© Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
Life in its simplistic Nature, undiluted.
Copyright © Peter Akinjute | Year Posted 2016
Anchor my heart
Don’t let me drift away
The current is strong
It’s pulling me
Hold me fast
Anchor my heart
To unmovable rock
Anchor my soul to yours
The winds may clutch
The waves batter
But tranquility comes
With your touch
Anchor my heart
In arms secure and true
I rest in a haven
I’m safe anchored to you
Anchor my heart
To the deepest part
Of your being
In your precious heart
For I'm sure to be
Held strong, held fast
So, hear my plea
Till time should last
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise
Rolling shores of sugar form on crimsoned lands
Tan children run through cinnamon granules between their toes
Crunchy warm, doing soccer flips, glowing orange with the sun
Cascading sugar crystals wave good-byes
The yellow waves, light on honey oceans rise
Jan Allison's new Pyramid Cruise Lines launches
The flag ship, Gold Pyramid, to everyone’s delight
On honey sun and honey moon it sails
Glitters on golden Pyramid and sea
It lifts into the sky, one hundred floors high
Each deck with fewer cabins to form a shape
The ship is the first of its kind
Built in the perfect image of a pyramid with diamond top
To the top which rises to a clear crystalline ball room
Jan dances their at night
A dozen roses on center table in her room
Three white ones, 2 bright red and purple
And let’s not forget the brilliant yellow roses
Sent by every friend, from them to her
With warm wishes for a wondrous maiden voyage
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014