Harbor Poems

The Key of Eternity

Beloved flame, my faithful, fearless, fiery flame,
No fleeting face can steal the light I claim.
Your light and shadow guide my night and day,
Though distance tugs my heart to drift away.

If ever faith should falter, love would break,
Yet though you turn another path to take,
If silence falls, the bond dissolves to dust,
My arms remain a harbor

Sydney my city

Sydney my love, Sydney my city

Splendour and majesty, nothing such pretty. 
Sydney my love, Sydney my city.

First rays of the sun,  spread here fun.
Opera, Harbour Bridge, Blue Mountain.
Pretty pretty places, plenty plenty beauty.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city

Clean clean beaches,  green green trees,
Pleasant weather, cool  cool breeze.
Kissing the shores, sea waives sporty.
Sydney

harbor snow

I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.

Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced
its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point
it stands majestically but disappoints
replaced electronically

A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way
towards

Harbor Purgatory

The gentle purgatory invites me, my harbor,
If a man doesn’t belong in hell or heaven,
Neither in life or love, where does he belong?
To his forever home, where he shall rest…

Pearl Harbor Day was Today

    Pearl Harbor Day was today
      feels like it’s gone away

    Emotions it once ignited
      no longer invited  

    Determination it long ago steeled
      faded forever, without appeal

  

old man from the harbor

After midnight, an uncle
was born a newborn.
In the center of the Buddhist room where incense smoke lingers
He was born sitting on his haunches
He stood up, his legs trembling
“I really wanted to be a steamboat.“
He was a troublesome man.

So the next day, we went out to the harbor in the morning.
Uncle Pulp was armored up with

Safe harbor

She bore the weight of a stormy past,
Waves of sorrow that forever cast.
He carried burdens, heavy and deep,
Scars that whispered, secrets to keep.
They met in twilight, where shadows collide,
Two souls adrift, seeking a place to hide.
In shared glances, a silent plea,
A yearning for solace, a longing to be free.
He offered her shelter, a safe, quiet

Safe harbor

She bore the weight of a stormy past,
Waves of sorrow that forever cast.
He carried burdens, heavy and deep,
Scars that whispered, secrets to keep.
They met in twilight, where shadows collide,
Two souls adrift, seeking a place to hide.
In shared glances, a silent plea,
A yearning for solace, a longing to be free.
He offered her shelter, a safe, quiet

Pearl Harbor I

A heedless world implodes beneath the weight
and all the West lies smoldering in flames.
And nay a soul finds shelter from the hate
as dire evil seeks intended aims.
The despot waves of fire and iron roll
upon whomever lies within his path.
The gravity of war has taken toll
and half the globe is swallowed in its wrath.
But darkness slowly

Pearl Harbor II

As solitude neglects the Harbor door
the Heavens fill with vengeance from the sky,
and all below can only watch them soar
for crippled decks were useless to defy.
The devastation rendered from the clouds
destroyed the birds of war that sat below.
They turned to ash beneath the fiery shrouds
thus, never to ascend to face their foe.
But ‘tis in lore

Pearl Harbor III

Beneath the ash its morals face defeat
as segregation separates is corps.
The scars outline a union incomplete
and wounds define its failure to restore.
Though rally calls have filled a Nation’s heart
and motivation fueled its vast machine,
supremacy held unity apart
and nothing but conceit lay in between.
But still a Nation mustered to the rail
as casualty arose from ‘neath the

sails in the harbor

When you see a white sail in the harbor of Brest,
A sail under a burning sun,	
It’s a nagging sail,
She has not the tranquility of a sail on the Nile,
Her mind is not at peace, her conscience torments her,
This sail flees life; it does not enjoy life,
So are most of the things we like 
In This

In the melancholic depths of my heart, I harbor a secret

In the melancholic depths of my heart, I harbor a secret,
A syllabic enchantment, sweet as a Shakespearean sonnet;
A secret so delicate, if revealed, it would melt you,
Its sweetness would seep into you, its pulsating passions
Would make you dream and leave you yearning, with lips bitten by desire.
Within my heart, I conceal a secret of grandeur,
As

Harbor

Unprison in my heart,
Unlock words I struggle giving;
Like the flutter of a lark,
Wing what's coming from within me;

Let my soul be set on fire,
Like madrone, or manzanita,
To promote the words I hide;
Ascribe my life to rightly speak up –

red lines

Sunrise was just a red line in the inky void, as Lisa and I reached the harbor decking stairs,
but at once, the brazen slash began widening, like a silent, slow motion explosion,  
thin, smoky wisps of cloud, like flammable tissue, prismed the stage light ignition.

bee-de-deep my phone chirped. It was Peter (my bf).
“Hey you,”

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