Rounded earth appeared
when populated caravel
of argonauts, dipped
was in seas never before
browsed ...
Behold, going up to the North all perceived
the sun little by little rising
from the edge of dawn ... apparition
ghostly in the deep blue ...
On-site verification, halo
vaulted earth ...
Primal phenomenon
sphericity of
planet... !
The Caravel Moon with its dark grey sails on the high seas of a stormy dark blue sky
on the flickering eve of Candlemas. I watch from a light house those sweet enemies
querulously contest on the wharf of the Stade de France on a clear Parisian evening.
The man's game was won by Les Blues, yet only England of the northern hemisphere
sides have won the Rugby Union World Cup with The Kick of History in ancient 2003 AD.
Boarded herein our very own
caravel of love.
So fondly we two counterparts,
we two lively hearts;
Commence melting of sweet caramel
therein the sweltering Summer sun.
Onwards the vessel's edge surely actions
speaking louder of any words.
A pledge of our undying love's romantic
voyage.
Affection renders contagious of this
gorgeous, magically moment amid.
For th' archer of love aims two arrows
upon our direction the special
day we became each others selections.
O Cupid!
Thou thrustst us directly within one
anothers hearts faster than the
speed of light with all of thy loving might.
Presently at destination love
whencesoe'er are no frets;
Yea, th' absence of regrets welcome.
MERCATOR
Dude who in a cartographic essay
Made Canada five times bigger than USA,
And Greenland with room to spare
Much bigger than Africa way down there.
But his meridians all went parallel -
So when sailing your carrack or caravel
You could follow straight lines to get there:
Which proved at last the world was square.
From Afric's banks secure naked we came
In empire's shell to build a name again
And each yearly leg we carry the flame
Forward with mighty surging wave. Proclaim
Us then the phoenix from fiery pain,
Children of Jamaica true to love's aim.
And this another year in sunrise frame
Strong, independent, problems we disdain
On the scroll of nations we write our name
We are Jamaica, fanning freedom's flame
We singers of faith, dance not here in vain:
To survive the rim you must make the game.
Let there be no tears, no cup for a blame
Sweet Jamaica is a green palm to reign
Where Columbus dead caravel found shame
And Hawkins and all his pirate's host lame
History repeat not here in God's domain
But pyramids rise of Africa's fame
Jamaica is the swallow - joy the rain
This cold steel
Tastes like caramel
My Saviour
Oh my saint
This bullet
Is my caravel
For this trip
I cannot wait
This wholly
Unholy suture
For my deepest
Darkest pain
Is a beautiful
Lack of future
To quiet down
My mental rain
Vainly I hunted
For the devil
For the man
Who ruined my life
Now accomplished, I sit
With this gun in my mouth
The hunt’s over
The devil is I
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