Time has everything
You only have something
From time life initiates
And you integrates
Time awards great
It offers love, not hate
When things go absurd
Your soul speaks unheard
Time survived its own existence
Yours has to live with persistence
World never asked you for a reason
Despite your fall in a season
If you rise, time holds the world
Because with time the world turns gold
Trials come not to put you down
But to give you time until sundown
Hills are tall and tough
Breaking your bones are not enough
Proving your worth a thousand times
Uncalled for to surmount the test of times
If you should flop or drop from up high
Do not fall playing like a bligh
If you will collapse and droop
Hold your soul, be calm and stoop
Manners come and go with time
Attitude is what speaks not mime
Your patience is the warrior that'll never submit
No matter how hard the lightning strikes and emit
Time will always be with you
Flow with the strength of time...
And let it grow with you!
There once was a young lady from Bligh
Who wilted when temperatures got high
So she lazed in the shade
And she drank lemonade
And said, "Wake me when Autumn is nigh."
6-4-20
Contest: Summer Laziness
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
This is the story of Albert Bligh,
who painted a boathouse upon the sky.
Albert was as bored, as bored could be;
he’d grown up in a house high in a tree.
Albert had a bigger dream, you see
and wanted to sail the seven seas.
Through the world, he did roam;
seeking a perfect ocean home.
Albert couldn’t afford a boat,
an artist poor, he stayed broke.
But dreams still came to him at night
and he envisioned things just right.
He mixed his paints with oh, such glee,
for a special boathouse, he’d soon see.
Upon that Oceanside sky of blue,
a boathouse, Albert painted true.
It hung there like a magic beacon,
he completed it in summer’s season.
That night he dreamt of sailing far;
for he had never owned a car.
When morning came Albert was surprised,
for right there, before his aging eyes;
up in the sky hung his houseboat;
beneath was water and it did float!
A ladder he placed by its’ side,
and inside it, he did climb.
He sailed away on heavenly seas;
his longing truly was appeased.
Now if you see a painted ship,
sailing by beside a blimp,
know that it’s magic, that you espy;
the magic boathouse of Albert Bligh.
H M S Bounty
harsh sadistic Captain Bligh. . .
Fletcher's restraint breaks
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
T-rump is not such a bad guy!
Our middle class needs he'll supply
Quite humble in charge
With sweet bounty so large
He's charming just like Captain Bligh
I look outside and the day is grey
There’s no sun on which burns we blame
The bright light, clouds betray
Every day is such as the same
I’m but a lion with no mane
Not but this, the days are slow
Numb and blend with no amend
I fall and rise to and fro
Sipping black I lack to understand
Will these days ever see their bitter end?
No sunlight, pale white, concaves under eye
Merciful mirrors don’t exist
Thick is the dark so I float blind as Bligh
Nevertheless, mentality purges mist
Perhaps a doctor is needed, oculist?
*William Bligh was stranded at sea after a mutiny for 2 weeks.
Nathan played pro-rugby for the Glasgow Warriors,
Until he was seventeen when he had a motorbike crash,
Which broke thirty bones in has body, medical superiors,
Said he may die, but he battled and is paralysed brash.
He took up wheelchair basketball and played successfully,
For the Lothian Phoenix club, and now he daily practices,
Archery at Edinburgh Uni in their sporting facility, hopefully,
To win at Rio, because he’s got credentials and analysis.
He took home a silver medal at the games in Fazza, Dubai,
At the International Para Championship, and then following,
He achieved second place, and silver, also in 2016, bligh,
At the European Para Championship in France, his aiming.
An Ode to Nelly Bligh
The leaves are falling all around,
They softly float to the ground.
This is a real strange affair,
Now that fall and winter are in the air.
Gone are the flowers seen in the spring,
They were tied to the stem like an apron string.
The cold fall weather caused the flowers to fade,
Unknown to the flowers they were unwittingly betrayed.
The forest floor is filled with colorful leaves,
They have fallen from the winter dead trees.
Also dead and barren is the moon shinning bright,
It is emitting a beautiful harvest light.
The moonlit scene begins to take on the falling snow,
The beauty of the evening really begins to grow.
A lamp is burning in the cabin nearby,
The shadow on the window is that of Nelly Bligh.
Snow is falling on the cabin, from above,
Nelly Bligh has just lost her most precious love.
A huge collision happen at sea today,
The murky waters of the Atlantic have taken her man away.
The Titanic has claimed Nelly Bligh’s fate,
She knows that she has lost her beloved mate.
She walks out to the edge of the cliff by the sea,
Nelly Bligh dove in, there she will forever be.
©2008 Lynn B.
if and when i die
if i die
never ask yourself why
i had to die
because i'd have died
so wipe all your tears dry
and move on for another try
for pain is all within for a bligh
and if i live again.....sigh!
when i die today or whenever
i would die a sad soul forever
for life with no meaning is never
a life to reckon with, ever
and my soul may go wheresoever
to find eternal peace howsoever
say not that you did not know
nor did you not blow
the whistle for chains on my hands sore
and again i'd just bow
to what it should be, so
my hands on fire them glow
to strain me not to go
as my legs also sore
from toe to toe
for, if and when i die
never should you cry
nor ask yourself why
that i had to die.
opn22112011/0300
from: 'patterns of life'
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-and-when-i-die/
SAILOR MOON
Sailor moon is rising proud
‘Neath her sky of stars and cloud
A silvery moonlit trail she sends
To help us find the far seas’ ends
Then scudding fast from cloud to cloud,
She’ll wait behind each darkening shroud,
Light our craft, our bobbing cork,
And watch our small boat like a hawk.
Our silver ropes' lulling song -
The creamy sails drink in her strong
Steady shine - and all the crew -
Oh, Jason, Franklin - they all knew
The creamy foam, the prow going home
From passage icy up to Nome,
Adieu the Sirens of Anthemusa.
Sleepless dolphin lead their cruiser.
The creamy wake behind the stern
Shows her where we made a turn
Like Bounty, Santa Maria, Argo,
Bearing only her moonlight cargo.
*~~~~~~~Jason in the Odessy/Explorer Franklin died 1847 Arctic Canada
* ~~~ ~~~Nome = town in Alaska
* ~~~~~~the Sirens lived on island Anthemusa
* ~~~ ~~~Bounty, etc. = ships of Bligh, Columbus and Jason