Best Voyaging Poems
Amidst great ocean of life --- voyaging
I’m blest with the Lord’s granted fellowship
partnership-bliss in faithful stewardship…
Captain is Christ by His love’s engaging.
Along life's trip, I've learned Bible ships’ facts
attesting the Creator’s supreme hand
working by His omnipotent command
assuring sweet peace from evil attacks.
With God’s sovereign design, notable
Noah’s Ark in Genesis does prevail
as Earth’s first ship fulfilling divine sail
to preserve creation, grandly noble.
As a floating zoo against water might
Almighty-propelled vessel was haven
for animals while showers poured from heaven
bound Noah’s family with home’s delight.
One sea-vessel expressed by the Scriptures
showed baby Moses on his gracious trip
handled by the omniscient Father’s grip
the buoyant basket wrought great adventures.
Victorious ship in the Old Testament
surmounted grievous horrible tempest
when Prophet Jonah passed obedience test
admitting guilt for pardon fulfillment.
The greatest was the ship* of Jesus Christ
encountering numerous miracles
with the Saviour calming all debacles
by His truth and guidance, mercy-sufficed.
In this journey toward eternity
sailing with my Captain in reaching-out
as fisher of men midst soulwinning bout
I’m safe in His friendship of grace-bounty.
*Mark 5:21 And when Jesus was passed over again by ship unto the other side, much people gathered unto him: and he was nigh unto the sea.
November 7, 2021
4th place, "A Noteworthy Ship" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 11/11/2021.
Categories:
voyaging, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Once a Seafarer
I was thinking of my life as a seafarer endless
voyaging like a gipsy of the seas.
It was the best of times because I was young
but was also the worst of times being without
a woman for months on end.
I was a lousy seaman really didn`t blend in
Preferred reading in my cabin and got a higher
education without trying or knowing it, yes
I`m grateful to so many writers they gave my life
a meaning on the ocean of colossal ennui.
I came alive when the ship docked, and I could go
ashore, cold lone star beer in Houston and
dance with a cowgirl or a midnight swim with
a woman in Honduras.
As I got older little could assuage my boredom
the drink became both friend and enemy, washed up
on the shore of Portugal, here I got up drank a cold
beer built my house on solid earth and dreams.
Categories:
voyaging, abortion, computer, corruption, courage,
Form:
Sonnet
A sun-kissed morn upon my eyes
An ecstasy that words belie!
Its painting with God's mystic brush
Upon the canvas of the sky;
Find mirrored upon the brown earth
Its portrait in heavenly hues,
Waterfalls, trees and dew-kissed grass
Gay blossoms in crimson and blues;
Echoing this fine artistry
In divine melodious strains,
Wind carrying to my mortal ears
Chorus of the birds and the rains,
It enables my knowing soul
To surpass all temporal pleas,
Like a lone vessel voyaging
Across far oceans and the seas.
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Categories:
voyaging, nature,
Form:
Ode
Leader(ship)
Each ship is in captain’s hand;
Voyaging to distant land
Midst waves of the vast ocean.
Categories:
voyaging, leadership,
Form:
Other
Proyecto de tren instantaneo entre Santiago y Puerto Montt by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan
Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T Wignesan
(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary honour for writers in Spanish), four times nominated for the Nobel Prize, studied Physics (Brown University), Cosmology (Oxford University) and taught maths and physics for some 40 years, but styles himself as the Poet who writes "Anti-Poems" - a fresh
chastising wind to debunk self-styled poets hardly born to the métier but drunk with their own effete and ephemeral voices. T. Wignesan, Paris, 2016.)
The Anatomy of the Instantaneous Train (plying) between Santiago and Puerto Montt
The engine of the instantaneous train
occupies the place of the destination (Pto Montt)
while the last coach
straddles the station of departure (Stgo)
This type of train affords the passenger
the advantage of arriving instantaneously at Puerto Montt
at the very moment he boards the last coach
in Santiago
The rub is in order to continue voyaging
the traveller has to keep moving with his luggage
through the train
until he gains the first coach
Once the passage has been realized
the passenger may proceed to exit
the instantaneous train
which has remained stationary
during the entire voyage.
• Observation: This type of (direct) train serves only the uni-directional journey.
Source: Poem read by Nicanor Parra as invitee to the International Poetry Festival in the Netherands in 1989 (?)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
voyaging, allegory, extended metaphor, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
BLUE MOON TREES
whistles and wings
love to cling
to branch trampolines.
like humans, they hanker
for adventurous voyaging.
here’s where the story takes flight.
you see, they wade and wander,
into the genius greenery of central park,
that is on the Oasis ship - docked.
trees are silent at sea,
as little shuttles lift off,
as the vainglorious ship
departs port, and dark deepens.
lavishing love and holding hands,
wet whistles of whiskey and wine.
clapping and high-fiving wings,
in disbelief, of their uproarious adventure,
climb ever higher, as high as possible.
alight on the prime pinnacle
of their favorite trees, to fantasize.
one lone bird, closes his eagle eyes.
as the stars, billow away below,
he stretches his wings and soars,
at tremendous speed, a first bird
landing on the blue moon trees.
he preens himself proud. Evermore -
angels with wings, whistle and wish.
5/10/2017
Categories:
voyaging, adventure, bird, dream, travel,
Form:
Alliteration
Unfaithful marital transgressions
self admitted indictment,
crime and punishment,
no longer think high lee
entailing no mister re: demeanors,
I searingly weathered
(George by bushed, albeit thankfully,
no unwanted child left behind),
nonetheless one unforgettable
indelible, execrable, and abominable
professedly owned his
civil warring battle of life
transgressions undeservedly heaped
(Uriah hit about that)
(carnal feral hormonally seething
gone astray nightwalks)
woven by basket of deplorable
emotionally painful selfish object lesson
forever etched upon mine psyche
(left by one bobbing sponge -
cheeses crust station of his life
within sea of human life now
affixes moniker re: mister crabs)
inflicted courtesy yours truly
said marital indiscretion (philandering)
one among many issues discussed,
during treatment plan earlier today
February eighteenth 2020
concerning complex edifice
regarding mein kampf
existential bleak house
(figuratively crowded cheek to jowl)
with and hard times
fraught with many
unattained great expectations
unwittingly accepts psychological fallout
(among kissing kith and kin,
a shellfish chicken and hen thing for sure),
despite years elapsed ex post facto
deploying, incorporating, narrating, signifying...
narcissistic, opportunistic, and phlegmatic
self incriminating doom
visualize deus ex machina
betrayal rendered adopted smugness
invariably set in motion domino effect,
whereby emotional alienation
devastation, humiliation, maturation, suppuration
(yoking impossible mission
to shuck off penitence, the price to pay),
thus rightfully, truthfully, and veritably...
ably, readily, and willingly
allowing, enabling, and providing
incomplete resolution, (hence iresolution)
thwarting rancor thy deux daughters
(livingsocial many time zones distant)
embark quest to guide their own
metaphorical maiden voyaging ships of state
countless transpired hours
at counseling facility, where poetic papa
aired and mulled over bothersome
anguish to complete requisite treatment plan
to receive psychiatric appointment
next (and last) Tuesday of February 2020.
Categories:
voyaging, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
?*** Given Eyes to See and Truth to Feel ***
“Yes. Yes, sweet, dear soul,”
my promise speaks
Once again
Of agreements created, sent
Into the rippling, “Amen,” resonating
Prayer’s progression
After a mid-night’s congress:
the self poised ~ bowing down —
the stillness
in heartfelt
Journeying
Mirrors
revealing the left-to-learn ~
Visions
Needing capture.
My definitely determined resolutions
To think, to focus on motions
leading, braiding compassion
end to end;
Alongside each and every one living other;
instants to moments
Seeing the felt…
Aligned
Voyaging Truth beyond the mists
shrouding our lives. all
— side by side.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/3/2023
Thanks be to God…
Categories:
voyaging, god, heart, humanity, journey,
Form:
Free verse
From the first filling nascent puff
love’s breath buoyed a ring, filial…
Onward floating where the hearts go
and hands cling during a stormy sea ~
To lift the sinking 'n offer benevolent
anodyne alms easing terrors of aqua
threatening to drown in bereavement ...
Inflated again, waits for a tsunami
on which to ride to placid scenario…
New waves toss and turn till benign ~
Deflated many times when pierced,
ended ties that stabbed once/twice…
Voyaging closely, my true two of luv…
In their re-inflating exhales, have I
come afloat again to remain kinetic
evermore, as their floatation device ~
(8/21/2022 - For 'The Meaning of Love' Contest)
Categories:
voyaging, love,
Form:
Free verse
The explorers are nine,
Voyaging to a goldmine:
A quarry conceiling glistening gold;
None needn't tarry to be told,
Before mounting hurriedly his horse -
Well-resolved to stay on course;
Big game can cross their way;
Ahead some large rivers may lay;
Energy in them will wax wane;
Nerves too shall soon strain;
Not to weary the men maintain;
To bear the brunt they all remain,
Until they reach destination desired
And get good gold acquired.
Categories:
voyaging, adventure,
Form:
Sonnet
What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
All spices high and mild; nostrils filled with its aroma
Whether flow with the Ganga colliding the bourn,
Or sang with the chirping of the Sparrow sitting on the roofline,
The hot spicy heat prickle of the Ghost Pepper Chilli cuddling the tongue
The wild breeze nudges the chest while walking on the land of Sohra,
What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
All spices add a pinch; just like sugar and salt an Indian lore
Add spices to the game and flaws
Add spices to the love and lust
Add spices to death and conquer
Add spices to lives and victories
What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
Critters born and die; but good and bad is inscribed in their graves
Spice are harvest and contained; but the tale of aroma
Begins from my kitchenette and voyaging across the overseas
Categories:
voyaging, adventure, creation, endurance, irony,
Form:
Narrative
A myth and a fable can be found on a table. When an old man does look in an ancient book. Dragons and periodic charts do not mix. But historical inaccuracies a horse with wings can fix. Flee flee flee little mice. For that watering hole will attract bison. Heavy bodies and lots of hooves. Oh dear. It is never to be said that the honest truth of a pillar in a dome is slated with a burning bushel. But when a bushel of faith is carried by either a sea maiden or a voyaging spring queen the time for flutists,piccolo players and harpists is rife. And turbans link to dance and jump, headdresses and bangles leap in feathered and clawed unison (circling), moon painted bodies of the tribal ones wave spears, and all is a united effort. All is a unison. Globally positioned. But no monetary aim. So take a mixing bowl and create two hundred and eighty-nine deserts on ten minutes. Great. Kiss then. Good. *** horticultural horse hoeing horizontally and a big sneeze from a teacup. Fantastic so clap clap clap. Monetization Z
Categories:
voyaging, anxiety, appreciation, assonance,
Form:
In my plan to traverse among wondrous astral vistas
there is only one blemish that could create a calamity
to endanger my exploration; my voyaging enterprise.
My fate awaits, for the celestial stars have a protector...
A sentry, luminescent at night, veiled by light of day.
A lovely lady whose glowing face is a visage to behold.
To you, supernal ruler of heavenly skies and sea tides,
I offer this plea. Do not banish me from your domain,
but if you offer this gift, I will be humbled and grateful,
remembering that I once flew across the galaxy with you.
Please be kind, haloed moon, do not dampen my hopes
with pernicious thoughts that I would ever harm the stars.
You guard the stellar bodies, and I mean them no harm
for they supply the stardust that nurtures my dreams.
Shine your silver glimmers along the path I should take.
I will gather their falling glitter and then be on my way.
10/23/20 ~ Eight Word Challenge 11 Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Words appearing in order: traverse, astral, blemish,
enterprise, sentry, visage, dampen, and pernicious
Categories:
voyaging, moon, stars,
Form:
Free verse
First a twinkle in her daddy’s eye
Hypnotized
By the rhythm of her hips
Momma’s hips
Gripping, tugging, releasing him
Encouraging the venom
Pulsating, quaking:
The laxative
Voyaging through the passages
Welcome to the world
A brand new baby girl!
Simple mind under the curls
Just sucks on her bo-bo
She speaks her first words
And then before you know
She’s preparing for her classes
The sequel to her passage
Graduation day
For this bright young female
A glory to her story
Tears of joy from received hail
Onto the next chapter
Because it’s feat that she’s after
Enlisted to manage ravage
The Atlantic is her passage
Presented to the tasks
Of a female soldier
Doesn’t think
Solely follow’s her superior’s orders
Was assigned to convoy duty
When she and her platoon were blasted
A tragedy
A disaster
A catalyst in her final passage
I'd love to hear Common recite this rap
Categories:
voyaging, adventure, daughter, people, song-
Form:
Rhyme
Part Two
one by one numbered they falter
stricken parted
mother from unborn still-born
ravaged lover from brother
now huddled they go
up the altar
now a grey veil
to bind the blush of brides
wan and bent
voyaging through no-man’s water
to weak to feel even pain
O for a job, a job
to keep me going
to fatten my woman
to draw a pension
And while we are waiting
Give me leave, my Captain
Give me leave
to go upon the shore
for the sails do droop and flop
in the shrouded past and I
may no longer see the breast
of my tarnished home-born door
Kritik der Urteilskraft
Are we all agreed on this point
Then clear the court for the Queen Mother
Yesterday's sister science
Throw out the precedents, no, not that one
Dust those three long buried in Königsberg
And remember, always remember
Here are no laws, make your own
If the wind will not favour you
Then tear down the sails
If physics will hamper you
Then paddle your way through
For
Here are no laws, only, you
You must go on and on
That's all that's left for you
Give no quarter
Discount not your enemies
Always on and on
For
Here are no laws
only
YOU
© T. Wignesan, 1957 (from the collection: tell them i'm gone, 1983)
Categories:
voyaging, war, me, me,
Form:
Free verse