Abramowicz, Goldstein, and Sol Newman
Went a-caroling with Harry Truman
They warbled ‘Silent Night’
In the wrong key, alright ~
Sol said, “Forget that darn gentile crewman”
A Sea Shanty!
Mother call your children home,
put them in their beds.
Tell them stories of better times,
and try to fill their heads.
Give them dreams of yesterday,
and promises for tomorrow,
but bless them, Lord, as they sleep,
and take away their sorrow.
Jeff the crewman, singing at the wheel of the Maid...
heading for the Island of Edinburgh, home of Zirconia
Perhaps a conspiracy, but the crew only knows, the
Happenings aboard the USS Eldridge, kept hushed
In a ship that sailed from sea port to time portals
Leaves a feeling this test was not ready, but rushed
Amid the Atlantic they were meant to disappear
Despite intentions, not only from sight did they vanish
Ever baffled by a green, eerie glow where the ship was
Last, by naval command all of the records were banished
People say they reappeared in the Norfolk Naval shipyard
Heavily disoriented and fused to the steel hull of the deck
In legend they say these sailors fused were alive
And how did they explain this more than a ship wreck
Each crewman survivor, where are they all now
X-rayed and studied in a black ops facility?
Prying minds still trying to make sense of it all
Ever curious, but maybe beyond my ability
Remaining questions with impossible answers
In theory, could there still be witnesses left
Men or woman who saw a war ship materialize
Each in disbelief of their eyes, their logic bereft
Not knowing if it was paranormal or sanity failing
This gave a new definition, to the term parasailing
I want to be lost,
As bored with this world.
Harmed the whole nature almost,
God should tie it a strong long bridle.
Nasty, fasty, humans,
Damaging the reality.
Some one come ahead of the crewman,
Can someone come ahead confidenlity?
My soul is becoming black,
Without this nature.
But I will not give up,
I will save all the creatures.
Mind is so dangerous,
Can not stop thinking.
Without the nature life is not adventurous,
But humans damage it in a short blinking.
Thank you, Mr. Rogers (yes, his real name!)
for rescuing me from teenage purgatory.
Perplexed teenager, lacking social lumen
pulled C's in English, D's in History -
my dreadful retrograde trajectory
projected no collegiate acumen,
in prom discussions, practically subhuman!
Then, your poetical geometry
and sleek Cartesian choreography
became my sailing ship, and I, its crewman.
Derivatives soon danced in arcs non-static.
Pythagorean proofs helped me progress,
vectors resolved problems that once would vex.
Your agile algebra of joy quadratic:
my new hypotenuse of happiness
helped me to find myself... I solved for x.
Written 13 March 2020
Useless users,
Lost life abusers.
Energy wasters
albeit time haters.
Profile faker's now
Story makers.
Worlds gone crazy
now all lazy.
What's to become,
dull,dead and dumb.
We used to be human,
now only crewman.
Stand fast on the ground,
your life is bound.
By rules engaged,
causing great rage.
Some turn to pages,
whilst body ages.
War endlessly upstage's
Space, time and low wages
EMOTIONAL ATTRACTION
While in this world it seems opposites have attraction
Male - female, plus - minus, north - south, captain and crewman
Between these terminals, force yielded by interaction
Drives the machines of existence material and human
Another vector impels not by contrast causation
Draws together the similar and those of perceived relativity
Thus species, races, interests, languages and nations
Coalesce, combine, blend and merge with close affinity
In human life, its creations, exchange, let alone sin
Our actions and products are coloured by our emotion
Thus what attracts tends to match what we feel within
This accord can account for affection or even devotion
But away with these generalities and abstractions
So before your eyes are completely glazed, near closure
A case: those who find dismal poems to have an attraction
Have within themselves some sadness they're not yet over
As it's been observed, behind faces of calm insulation
There may be hidden emotions well concealed
Many living lives of quiet desperation
That are, in their responses, unwittingly revealed
The Sun regained the morning sky
As the moon made its retreat
While wise men sat and pondered why
Upon the mercy seat
There is no understanding why
Countries go to war
And young have to kill or die
Amiss this bloody chore
But one man never questioned
When duty came to call
Prepared to meet aggression
Prepared to fight them all
He stood there, in the twilight morn
Scarf waving in the breeze
Careful not to look forlorn
And locking both his knees
Scrambling 'round to and fro
Like ants upon the field
The ground crew, with plane in tow
Prepared for this ordeal
Captain Fate, climbed to his seat
The cockpit snug and cold
The last plane in a mighty fleet
But, on the field stood bold
A crewman pulled hard, the prop
As the engine spit and sputtered
Pointing to the guns on top
"Good luck" was all he uttered
Fate took his D3 albatross
and faced it in the wind
Waiting there, to take off
And the Quoting War begin
By Jerry Curtis
March 15, 2014
Winter has come
water banks freeze
colorful sun
drift away please.
smoke forest calm
not a sound made
frost covered palms
snowy mountain fog fades.
Little marshmallow snow drops
arrive and fall, come with me we'ell ascend
through the cocoa plants stunned crops
the coldness, old mighty nature please befriend.
golden spiral artwork of nature
within the deep land lies the bitter
like the summit, so major
always frozen the sun shines, ice glitters.
Hush now follow me
into the wild devoid of humans
seize my hand leave reality lets flee
be my crewman.
we can now sail our ship
can't forget your thinking hat
let your mind unzip,
but i'l tell you now, we may never make it back.
sorry, that's how nature just is.
I woke up and took a good look in the mirror today,
I didn't recognize who i was but who i saw had this to say,
dreams are floating around like a lost boat at sea,
trying to look past the waves to see where land be,
should i travel East or maybe South?
should i speak up or shut my mouth?
should i try to catch a ride on another boat?
or push through on my own row, row, row,
But then i noticed that I have been sinking slowly,
my other crewman jumped overboard and the parrot never told me,
the sharks are swimming around and I am the bait,
and right now I have no choice but to sit and wait,
just a few moments, don't want to attract their attention,
and I wish i had an anti-diuretic for water retention,
because i'm dehydrating slowly, the sun taking all my energy,
i need some hope to see what i got ahead of me,
please somebody help im here lost at sea.
Another movement, another minute
Another hour, does this tick win yet?
Keep holding off the moment
As if a day of glory will come
When fate shines down atonement
And then you will be optimum
Hypocrite thy name is human
We're in the same boat of lies
With humdrum holds and fickle crewman
We sail stubbornly sans surprise
Heave Ho! Heavy against all we must woe
Don't mind the wake, it won't touch our fate
Stroke! Row! Despite the winds blow!
Let's take stake that chaos hold its state
You want life's meaning? Reproduction
You want a sign? Let it be me
Want a purpose? Learn how we function
What's the point? You'll just have to see
THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL
Giant ferry berthed in Mersey River :
Tugs take the strain with a shiver,
Ropes creak and we cast off -
She timorously inches away from the wharf.
Bow comes round and leaves the dyke:
Lit buildings spin carousel-like -
Strong currents have us in tow.
Black vortices with bubbles below,
Inkiness of river water stark:
Hear it more than see it in the dark.
Big crewman in black woolly hat
Yelling to another in Serbo-Croat:
Looks like mayhem but they know
How to swing her into the river, so
That ropes, men, machines, move in sync
Floating her out on the ink.
Liverpool fades in red glow;
Stars emerge from hiding low.
On the frowning wave
We are alone in the dark, save
Our own lights cast ghostly
Into nothingness mostly.
Go inside and shut out the night.
In the morning Dublin in sight.
Another movement, another minute Another hour, does this tick win yet?
Keep holding off the moment As if a day of glory will come
When fate shines down atonement
And then you will be optimum
Hypocrite thy name is human
We're in the same boat of lies
With humdrum holds and fickle crewman
We sail stubbornly sans surprise
Heave Ho! Heavy against the change we woe
Don't mind the wake, it won't touch our fate
Stroke! Row! Despite the winds blow
Let's take stake that chaos hold its state
You want life's meaning? Moving and reproduction
You want a sign? Let it be me
Want a purpose? Learn how you best function
What's the point? You'll just have to see
looks like im posting
that means im home again
youth bruiser crewman
Thickly populated, not with society
Instead this uniquely lavish fruit
A trailing path of intertwining vines
Your taste buds soon to root
Deep scarlet red are the berries
With a cream-white inner core
Tiny seeds of brown amidst
This delicious treat of more
Perhaps a faint taste of bitter
As the berry first enters your lips
Next an irresistible taste experience
More berries you then do grip
September marks the season
When farmers harvest this tasty crop
Bogs are filled with vibrant colors of red
Ripened berries abundantly in stock
Semi-trailers start rolling in
As the harvesters begin to coral
Months of growth in the waiting
The money to be earned is their moral
Knee deep in cold frigid water
The wind chills against their face
Crewman exhausted pushing forward
Maintaining their steady worn out pace
Barrels upon barrels keep stacking up
Semi-trailers haul towards the destination spot
Shipping them to the desired location
Plenty of cranberries here to be bought
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
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