Helmsman Poems | Examples

Remembering Through Journeying

It’s caught up, always, in those little things:
street corners, half-familiar: shop facades:
it’s not so much expansive boulevards
as rain-worn roofs which pluck the silvery strings
of sorrow. Part of my subconscious clings
to remnants – ruined fragments, broken sherds.
They say the brain’s an organ which discards,
not hoards. Why, then, these cruel rememberings?
A tranquil helmsman, plotting perfect vectors,
is how I see myself. Wretched delusion!
We’re buffeted by failure and exclusion,
divided into Hectors or defectors.
The only shred of dignity it brings
is when we learn to love our sunderings.

Simple Sailor Sam

"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar”...Lord Byron
I love to be upon the sea
When’er the tides are high 
For rough sea does not bother me
Or thunder of the sky
Of this maybe you wonder why
It’s just the way I am
Unafraid and so brave am I 
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.

Sailing along I sing with glee 
Until the night is nigh
A time to rest this busy bee
To acquire earned shut eye
How quickly time goes floating by
I’m not a lonesome man
As my adventures keep me spry
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.

There’s lots to explore o’er the sea
Dolphins come to say Hi
With acrobatics that cheer me
As I am sailing by
For scenery I have the sky
A gift to an helmsman 
Such a jolly sea dog am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.

So my hearties please do not cry
I do the best I can
Roaming raging tempests am I 
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.

The Voyage by Max Burchett

by Maxwell Sebastian Burchett

Set sail on an ocean,
An unknown sea,
At times adrift, unknown destination,
No compass or charts to see.

No return to original harbor
I must sail on,
Perilous to halt, cannot anchor
In this ship not chosen.

Yet I am Captain,
And crew, and then
First Mate,
Navigator and Helmsman.

Still there are lighthouse beacons
On which I rely and depend,
And fleets I seek to join
To find my way on.

To avoid sinking in my cosmic trip
Or being forever lost at sea,
Becoming a ghost ship,
Afloat, but adrift, only me.

To sail the world as a luxury cruise
Or a warship from one battle to the next,
Decided at time of launch in Destiny’s plan
For what storms and ships will be seen on this voyage of man.

This fateful voyage
Is, of course, my life.
The charted course of this passage,
I, the captain, will sail through storms or strife.


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Homes At Night

A living, breathing source of
Love-flamy light.
For what does each, in the heart
Stir up at night.

Though down in roads' sea-rolled view
Drunken, fogged most
Peninsula-prominent.
Safe helmsman boast.

Thought of the Day

prioritising gentling each emote ~
we become the helmsman of God’s love boat

Feeling Love

Life is short, use it
Grow love, bit by bit
We can
In staid stillness sit
Bliss is soul’s summit
Heart scan
When head and heart fit
Lamp of love is lit
Oh man

Fear is the hit man 
But if we’re dead pan
Light glows
Joy is our game plan
Conscience the helmsman
Love grows 
None more, none less than 
We are all one clan
Heart knows

From head to our toes
Rapturous bliss throes
Fills form
Love’s the debt soul owes
Fragrant like a rose
Be warm
Holding all souls close
It’s time we dispose
Lust storm

15-March-2023

Yonder Lighthouse

Yonder lighthouse stood for eighty-six years
To warn frightened sailors of storm’s dark peril
A soothing beacon for lonely seamen’s wives’ fears
Yonder lighthouse stood for eighty-six years
Where the jagged rocks awaited, the helmsman nears
Now to climb the winding stairs in tourist’s apparel
Yonder lighthouse stood for eighty-six years
To warn frightened sailors of storm’s dark peril.

HONORABLE MENTION
written May 20, 2021
"All About Lighthouses" poetry contest
All Poetry - October 11, 2021

Homophonous Intervention

I was sailing with my friends to explore 
the site with my sight

I stand on the edge and see a sea

Quickly grabbed my blue whistle and blew

They all stood here beneath me to hear

Wasn't allowed to make noise aloud

Annoyed a little they stare at me as i came down the stair

I would always wish to be like bee

Someone threw the ball on me with a terrifying bawl

A new person whom I never knew

He purposely did that ..to ask me some sum

But I shared fruits instead ,we all happily ate at eight

I gave two of them to helmsman too

We were about to reach our place in an hour.

As we arrived the destination ran in gait to open the gate...!!

Sep 16, 2020

Brian's COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (10)
any form any theme poetry Contest(N/A).

Submitting to Second_chances_na_poems_of_2020_part_III_
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne cooke.

Crossing the Swamp

Crossing The Swamp

The enemy within, if unchallenged,
Will destroy the country to achieve power.
Singing and composing to deceive the innocent,
Spinning narratives to suit their agenda.

For them, the country is a tool to use,
To satisfy their selfish interests.
They hate Jesus, Christians, and Jews,
And curse the United States of America.

Boldly, the bowman poles away the ‘gators,
While the helmsman rudder’s straight and true.
Brave Trump, ‘Commander and Chief’ leads the troops,
Crossing the swamp to root out traitors.

By beacon’s light in murky waters blight,
Proudly displayed, ‘Old Glory’ waves,
As a nation prays for freedom from evil’s grip,
And the killing of unborn babies stopped.

Helmsman of My Heart

You, the loving helmsman  of this
Pounding heart.
Who was your slave from the
very start.

I,am not feeling well today.
Bring your flickering flames
enclosed in your Herculean body,
To warm me, please do.

Hold me close to your amorous chest,
And let's get lost in each others space!
To travel and traverse the Universe
On a starship purely run on kisses.

You, helmsman of this this wanton
heart,
Keeper of my fragrant kisses,
You~ the dream of all my dreams
And my soul's deepest, most divine wishes.

With my deepest love,
Panagiota

July 2, 2019
6am PST

I'Ll Argue With You

Nature often violates its own laws.
Miracles can happen every day.
Nature sailing wildly without helmsman
Would soon find itself in a defensive way.

I look around at wonders of the world
And know they were conceived by a great mind
I choose to call that great mind, Lord,
And every day His miracles, you'll find..

The Ashes of Sin

A man must be measured
  to call himself such

Each storm must be weathered
  its helmsman so clutch

Fire must be extinguished
  for growth to begin

The seeds of new virtue
  —from the ashes of sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)

Words

A helmsman, steering his ship 
Chasing the glorious light of day
Success and justice wreathed 
In the yellow-orange flames of morning

He wakes to the same dream
Every day spent steering 
His ship of passengers
"My life is spent in dedicated service
To the people of my country."

Cloaked in words, 
Words shrouded in fabrication, 
His shark smile covers truth
With the perception of untruth

Swathed in midnight suits, 
His words echo far and wide
With all the inky blackness of a starless
Night; as cool as the fog of dusk
He steers the nation under darkness
Using words hollow as his ship's hull
To guide us towards
The sunrise in his eyes

Injustice Is the Legacy of Man

Injustice is the legacy of man
It is the tainted ground on which he stands

Do not put your trust in earthling man
Why, he cannot wield his mundane lifespan

So what do we do with our earthy divan
This copious globe of purpose and plan

When all the media flaxen flames do fan,
And there is no trusting a robed clergyman

When half the country hates a family man
His replacement backed by the Ku Klux Klan

We cannot put our trust in earthling man
So put your faith in the Higher Helmsman

Rough Seas

Place a pair of good eyes high, watch for distant freeze,
lifelines coated with ice, sails stiff unyielding sheets.
Make right, steer clear and take no chance our side berg meets,
Queen beats eastward across cold and rough ocean seas.
Ice floes play this rout I'm thinking - sure they don't please.
Great tea merchantman ties-up soon at iron cleats.
Most fleet, a new record time that far Scotia seeks.
She makes way where there lies frigid prevailing breeze.
Mate knows shifting box cargo's bad but pleased to see
hold's shipshape and here no danger lurks close this night.
Wheel's keen helmsman with eyes focused on compass face
keeps close view to retain course with ship running free.
Mean waves, easy as she goes, things are fine, all's right!
They'll be docking in nine days if ship keeps this pace.

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