NO COMPASS OR ANCHOR
….At sea
also known as my life, I drift.
I dream of wanting to have a
plan but I don’t. Letting down
people, not quite grasping
opportunities.
For I am a
non-commissioned
ensign of a boat in a storm lost
without its compass
or anchor.
I have passion and the drive
however I am fettered to a
chunk of seaweed.
It smells. It rots.
It becomes a part of me.
Oh the distant sunrise of a new day
is so far on the horizon it may as well be a grain of sand.
Small, minuscule, measly and insignificant.
Just like my remains of a past plan
long ago stranded on a desert island.
At sea also known as my life,
I drift….
James Montgomery Doohan
was for the engineer part a shoo in
he was given a rank greater than ensign
and was always yelling I got nae power in me warp engines
a sure sign of spring
red stripes like glowing ensigns
the male marks his tree
"Hey, Doctor Justice!"
"Yes, Ensign!"
"We've reached the point beyond."
"Beyond what?"
"Beyond the Cosmos."
"Are you dreaming this?"
"Who? Me?"
"Yes, who else would I be talking to. You're the only one else here!"
"Okay, take it easy."
"I'm Doctor Justice. I can't afford to take it easy."
"Why can't you afford to take it easy?"
"Because I'm part of your brain designed by your nueral leisure!"
"Hey, Doc, I'm as much of a 3rd party on this ride as you are."
"I will admit, Ensign, I am not directing anything towards the edge of any cosmos."
"I suspected as much, Dr. Justice."
"Do you think we'll ever know what true existence is?"
"We've reached it!"
"We've reached what?"
"The point beyond."
"The point beyond what?"
"The Cosmos!"
"Are you dreaming this?"
"Who? Me?"
She discovered why he smiles
so pleasantly towards her.
But she couldn't allow him to
think anything permanent or
futuristic. simply due to her lack of
not being anywhere attracted to him.
His freind told her to let him hear how
she cursed and smoke in front of
him: this would surely turn him off.
This would put any feelings towards
her to rest. Yet neither to inspire or
encourage him she did so.
His stomach soured towards her without
any regrets or furthering. In fact he began
avoiding her. Compare the dlow or
transference of: to either counter or clockwise.
The nuclei comes together
as the perfect absorber Her words the linear
line equal to. Musicality related verbs in genre.
The Flow. he walz the Flow.
The Quonset could be used. If Digging and Berming it
would be feasible and suitable for the task. The flat area
is unique enough for a house.
by: Dr. Moun Anion Ampere
Ensign Dynamic Inc.
A Company Electron Entity
of Brusa Crom Music LLC
Bundle and Game Matrix
of Blackbody Physics
and Subwoofers
Brusa and Kantanka
" Bassa De Tremble"!
Jesus my Scepter
Rod of guidance
My awe-ALL protector
You’re a shelter for me
A shadow from the heat
An ensign for ALL Nations
Hallehjauh
3/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
BLACK AND WHITE
The skull and crossbones, in black and white
Recognised by all as pirates on the high seas
For many innocent victims, it caused a fright
Ordered on deck to get down on their knees
Sometimes, crew and others never survived
Booty taken and all such evidence destroyed
The pirates’ discipline was seen as contrived
With fair shares all round that they enjoyed
Then there was a new category of freebooter
With a royal grant to steal the enemy’s gold
But still, in the end, everyone was a looter
Some was kept for themselves, we are told
But in the first truly worldwide merchant fleet
That distinctive flag or ensign was an exemplar
Sailing under holy orders, and quite discreet
Vessels that belonged to the Knights Templar
Sargent Major General Kuiper Lassell Eladus
3rd. Ensign Sequistia Drawf
Air Rigger Herpal Greenwitch
Commodore Fysteer Planker
and his brother
Commodore Aisbedio Plnaker
and Excutive Chef Guissie Bassistein
star in the Adventures of Curtison Devon
Contrux XurtnoC
“Good day!” Such makes hearts jubilant
While expressed with face that’s vibrant
Wishing all to be triumphant
Along the Lord’s light --- radiant.
“Peace be with you!” Words so joyous
Hope-filled against being anxious
Since the Creator is gracious
Granting sweet bliss, indeed precious.
“Take care!” Oh, verily loving
Easing the angst of the grieving
Cheering with compassion-driving
While reaching-out, and care, giving.
“God bless you...” echoes victory
Assuring goodness*-propped glory
Vanquishing downfall’s misery
For constant thankfulness’ story.
“That’s okay” with great thumb’s up-sign
Affirms faith achievement ensign…
For roles Almighty did assign
My special son nods, “Yes, I’m fine.”
*Psalm 107:21 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
April 25, 2022
1st place, "To lighten the load" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Angela Tune; judged on 5/9/2022.
Black faces of wooly lost voices,
do you hear the siren call
of Little Miss Bo Peep?
Can you see her waving
a dollar ensign,
Grand Opening mall flag?
Does this retail muzak rhapsody
securely lull you to sleep?
You got so much Egyptian trust
in Lady Cleopatra libidinous liberty
Has material comfort
become your grazing, green pastures ...
open range captivity?
Shear vote opportunity
is a naked obsession bleat
Cast another empty pocketbook bawl ballot,
and watch your precious
idolatry covering
get blanket poll tax fleeced
Angry bleating of the sheep,
another empty promise
that you hoped
the wolf shepherds would keep
So truly, light-minded naive ...
how falsely deep you believe
Did you think a vote
would set your anxieties free?
The chronic weep of color barrier pain,
be dead end tears
mixed with golden shower purple reign
Oh, woe woe ... woe
to the bleating of the lost sheep
Eat the viol worms of your vanity
A subtle march hush saddles the valley
whilst dawn’s reveille is the seagulls call
staid water’s brim against ancient galley
once flew the ensign how the mighty fall.
For here she lie ‘o’ top of salty graves
where wretched souls ne’er see another day
their silver horizon the restless waves
that howls the sirens song of doubtful bay.
Long gone the storm the cries of emotion
of those whom hankered for a better life
yet still the tempest doth rule the ocean
to take at will the rights of man and wife.
Gone the prisoners of her majesty
damned to the colonies over the sea
the bay holds no bars grants them amnesty
their spirits to roam the ocean floor free.
There’s no one left to wail or shed a tear
to pen a shanty of that tragic hour
nor weave a poem of hysterical fear
build a monolith a marble tower.
21/06/2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
The fighting Temeraire
I fought at Trafalgar yet this is my reward
dragged to the scrap yard a dagger in my heart
The red ensign flew proudly by reputation was high
My crew and my captain spoke my name with pride.
Turned into scrap just for the cash
My history reputation just thrown in the trash
a nations national treasure turned into tins
just so a chancellor can balance his bills.
Now history as faded and so as my my fame
It's turners picture in the gilded frame
that keeps my exploits alive, till this day
I'm the fighting Temaraire the famous painting !
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fighting_Temeraire the painting !
05052016 comp entry
On the 70th of VJ Day we salute the Forgotten Service the Red Ensign heroes
of the longest battle of all, the whole war: the only good war for Freedom's cause.
When a merchantman got hit, the employers' did a nasty trick, stopping pay on the
day, one in four of the heroes all died in the forgotten the Mercantile Marine.
Not just Brits served their time, but others from the watery the globe, of all
religions and none; some sacked at the end of the War, to go home to wars.
Let us raise a glass or two to all our Allies too and be thankful that former enemies
are allies and friends now, and remember Milton who knew a thing or two about
war: "Peace hath her victories no less than war" yet if we really have to fight that
we have the people and the ships and allies if we are in extremis.
Salute the Red Duster All.
athat let us raise to ons and nonether countries different of different otemn afrredom's cause long bloody
Filtering
her imprecise vision
an array of ensign so diverse
Beautiful
devoid of deception
each one with its own story to tell
Just for her
they symbolize so much
the dawdling return of her eyesight
Suddenly
the shells became her all
confirmation and hope she prayed for
Inspired by Nette’s Parallelogram de crystalline Contest
Written by Wilma Neels
030420121857
Kate Mulgrew played Captain Kathryn Janeway.
Robert Beltran played her first officer, Commander Chakotay.
Tim Russ played the role of Lieutenant Commander Tuvok,
the show's Vulcan equivalent to Star Trek's Mr Spock.
Robert Duncan McNeill played Lieutenant Tom Paris ,
the starship crew's most expert pilot.
Garrett Wang played Ensign Harry Kim,
Kim was Lieutenant Tom Paris's best friend.
B'Elanna Torres was played by Roxann Dawson
the crew member's half Klingon half Human.
The endearing Talaxian specie known as Neelix,
was played by the actor Ethan Phillips.
Robert Picardo played the ship's medical emergency holographic doctor.
Jennifer Lien played Kes, a specie known as the Ocampa,
and last but not least my personal favorite character of mine,
the amazon, buxom blonde Borg known as Seven of Nine,
played most cerebrally and seductively by actress Jeri Ryan.
In my opinion it's the best Star Trek series adventure.
It ran for seven seasons; Star Trek's Voyager.
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