A loveable man was Janitor Stan
Ever willing to help to give and serve
A gentle man of modest plan
With never a protest, frown or reserve
Always saw the brighter side of life
Though his cards were not dealt from the top of the pile
In that testing game of blood and strife
Played them with a cheerful acceptance and smile
When his ship foundered in the South China Sea
Then held guest by the Empire of the Sun
With hosts of stern hospitality
He confronted his fate ‘til the contest was won
Later asked about pain and hardship faced
His reply: “it was a beautiful place”
Categories:
foundered, people,
Form: Sonnet
Gone now the storm, we foundered on the shoreline
Two broken souls never met in a before time
Similar though distant we had spent our lives apart
You, in your beautiful, solitary world and me in unhappy mine
What conjures fate – a Greater Hand than we know or can conceive?
‘Tis dealt this deck, and shuffled pretty well
Do we then need to make sense of its randomness?
Unpick its mysteries, if you will?
A deck can be shuffled twice or thrice before we find our suit
Yet we are for pairing, all of us, we would find a soul to mate
Less we live a life unentwined,
Where a single heart has a single beat
Or disentwined - if mental anguish prevails - if the bond is too weak,
Or reentwined, as did find the tendrils from our lost souls and our hearts
How quickly they did grow in strength and bore fruits despite the season
We did not need a reason to explain what just union occurred
Cemented forever in the footprint of this world.
Categories:
foundered, bereavement, wife,
Form: Prose Poetry
When one is foundered in thoughts from every side,
When none seems to be on our side.
On either side when there is divide,
Surrounded by barriers of ego & pride.
Swimming in deep waters against the tide,
Is there a safe haven in this bumpy ride ?
But all clouds a silver lining hide,
All storms one day shall subside.
Can a child's innocence make our thoughts sublime ?
Can Grandma's oblivion, to God may guide ?
In those hearts God always reside,
That help others thru thought & stride.
The path is clear between the devil & deep sea,
In sorrow and joy,to His will if we abide.
Day after day & night after night.
With thankfullness & contentment all worries subside.
Categories:
foundered, dark, faith, spring,
Form: Verse
in sponson's wake of beetled prow,
cold foam formed horizons far,
gray mist above, blue black below,
pitted keel thrum anchored flow,
splintered spar led teakwood jibe
dawn broke on that deeper now,
luff and taut blown by four winds,
hidden rough in burlap skins,
'midship foundered salt and stream,
masthead wound in boatswain's flail,
Orion's bow with sextant cast,
fled the stars from siren's fast,
skyline blurring creased by waves,
underway from hoisted port,
manticore and fading soil,
hempen frayed this seaman's coil.
Categories:
foundered, depression, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Afraid of being wounded?
And therefore scared to try?
You're like a sleek young eagle
who doesn't want to fly.
If life was always easy,
who'd feel the urge to live?
If everything was given,
what would there be to give?
You have to walk in shadow
to know the thrill of light.
The dawn would have no meaning,
without the depth of night.
The gods gave wine to mortals,
but wisely added dregs.
You'll never make that omelet
unless you break those eggs.
A ship that never foundered
is a ship that never sailed,
so smile because it happened,
don't frown because it failed.
The thorn protects the rosebud,
the peach forgives the knife,
and when young babies whimper,
they fill their lungs with Life.
You fear that you may suffer?
No matter - roll the dice!
For the sunshine of adventure,
is pain so great a price?
Categories:
foundered, wisdom,
Form: Carpe Diem
SONNET :
ELEGY IN BLANK VERSE
I wish I could find death before I grow
so I could miss life's pain and agony.
A child can only feel and hear and see
the universe with love and happiness.
A child does not fathom those cancered ills
that fog a twisted mass of foundered souls
nor understand the horrid self one needs
to govern and succeed in society.
Nor does it care; it only wants and needs
an unencumbered path to happiness,
a guiltless trail to heavenly frolic;
a road that's lost when grown ones rule the world.
I wish I could find death before I grow
so I could miss life's pain and agony.
Categories:
foundered, death, happiness, philosophy, universe,
Form: Sonnet
"'Twas a dark and stormy night," begins many intriguing tales,
But it WAS a dark and stormy night along the craggy coast of Wales!
Along its rugged shores, mighty gale-swept waves roiled and crashed.
Adding to the fury of the night, thunder roared and lightning flashed!
Out in Cardigan Bay the schooner Orion struggled to keep afloat.
Her rigging was torn asunder as her valiant crew strove to save the boat!
Salvation seemed beyond reach for those struggling, desperate souls,
As the raging storm shoved her nearer to those impregnable shoals!
With the captain at the helm and when rescue was within their reach,
The schooner Orion foundered when just a few yards from the beach!
Her oaken hull was shattered and her crew was never found.
Alas, the shoals of Cardigan Bay became their burial ground.
According to local lore, ghastly screams can be heard to this very day,
When the roaring gales sweep across venerable Cardigan Bay!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
foundered, boat, sea, storm, ,
Form: Rhyme
A bead of red rolls down my arm,
an eloquent prayer, a scream.
Alive in a way the arm is not
coming awake in a dream.
A drop of swirling living cells,
abandoning a foundered host,
drawing a line on the curve of meat,
segregating machine from ghost.
Cousins drop from a fluttering lid,
another line following a tear,
rolling along a wrinkly nose,
washing away horror, sorrow and fear.
life turned liquid
flesh to dust
aspirations unmet
iron will to rust
either
[ caught between galaxy and quark
a trivial flame in the dark
nothing cares that a mind was here
the flicker of a trivial spark ]
or
[ as my eyes dim, and drop finds drop
your voice, Erin, fills my mind
your hand reaching out to help me forth
horror sorror fear left behind ]
Categories:
foundered, soulmate, suicide,
Form: Prose Poetry
" Swept "
'Tis with heart heavy meownself so say~
That which doth trouble me then thus this day~
'Twere she a schooner fine & so grand~
'Twere not she longer in mind's eye demand~
I've swept me brow with turmoil~
Foundered me sets with gargoyle~
Rounded well Horn a'winter cold~
Naught whot ayre e'er thus bold~
She's a'down well nigh a'weather~
Runnin' now light as lost feather~
Smirk now a'from under 'er bow~
Alas! 'Tis e'er whot ayre a'blow~
'Tis a'sea whot ayre 'er goal~
Akin mare & silliest foal~
Nay! Not yet cries voice below~
She with sea doth yet smoothly flow~
SeaWolf
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Categories:
foundered, adventure, me, me,
Form: Rhyme
deride derision divide division devise a vision
play with words like rythym tick something squared
is power of two and cubed's the power of three
not four that's more
are inconsistent seas unfound or foundered
I think there four iambic meters cause caucasion
indecision in a celtic melded welded mind I find
a loss of words incomprehensic in reprehensic
pensitivity
Categories:
foundered, confusion, children, funny, on
Form: Burlesque