Introspection Boat Poems

Moorings anew are easy as thought,
Vessels tethered, fixed as weather,
By an anchor, a person, or an idea,
Sure to shore up evidence of defense, of itself.

With...

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On display, million dollar vessel in canal's sunk tide
Tucked away, among mangrove mud clotted denial
Puce pearl oily oyster tender is tenebrous, enduring
Glorified twilit stygian tomb...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Life's Tempests

We ride the waves of innocence
on the ocean of The Now.
From the depths of dank
the evil stalks our bow.
It's little that we can do
to...

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Misdeed makes fatigue 
Yet God gives opportunity 
To be good at least


-October 17, 2018 Chattogram...

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Something strange is happening within the Circle of Trust,
Those within have started forming squares,
Some of which contain little triangles,
And drawbridges are no longer all down.

The...

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to how many places
can i make a point
that is lost for infinite time
because i was not the only one
looping waves
the film reel was in braille
vibrating...

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A thing so paradoxical, sin
So all encompassing it’s grasp
A curse of eternal thirst
though we are drowning.
Our hands desperately scratching for a life raft
Secretly made of...

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(Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep...

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that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes...

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If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the...

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We eat-
and we commit,

we saunter
and we feel it-

the wisdom,

the wire’s,

the welding of the mire to the person who is inspired-
an envelope licked by the man...

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Do I hate Walt Whitman...No,
I never heard of his tolls,

but I came in contact with his withdrawals-
and I think he is an ass that could...

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PASSIONS 


On the deck of his life’s boat 
In a state of confusion
Was he sitting
Gazing at the horizon of
The unknown 

Dark clouds of doubt were...

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horizon hides many ships 
sailing unforseen weather
your boat is your shore

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (December 17th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)...

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