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Born to the sea
Mind of water, flowing thoughts;
The currents beneath your words could change us all.
River heart, born to the sea;
The solace we seek waves to you and to me.
Join me on this voyage, over water, to a new land.
All hands on deck chairs are temporarily in the sand.
Cast ashore to repair our vessel,
But soon we shall cruise again, so hoist that sail.
Raise it so high, that the crow's nest will not be our peak
And the land dwellers will be the last people that we would wish to meet.
My crew and I are setting off on an adventure;
A journey across the deep blue, to a land of mischief and wonder.
The undiscovered land, on the other side of a new life.
We be pirates, so we be; so raise that Jolly Roger flag upon high.
Let all who see our symbol know the story of our ship.
The unsinkable voyager;
A blast from the past, blowing through the wind.
Raise the sails and let the wind take us in and move us on
And throughout the jagged edged cliffs and beyond!
And on past the mermaids that sit upon the rocks,
Singing such enchanting songs
And on past the things that they call ‘The Leviathan’.
Release the Kraken! The foulest beast from the Gods up above
And we shall continue this trek into the darkest of the rum.
To the bottom of the barrel, right down to the Admirals eye.
Let the birds be our guide to our next paradise.
Land ahoy! There be treasure there for sure;
So onward ya scurvy rats and be prepared to fight once more!
We are damned to forever sail,
Since the life at sea swallowed our cursed souls;
Now we travel these high seas in search of more silver and gold.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Disintegrated
Red Tears , Create a Black Lake
Where my Heart now swims
You may Kiss your Bride : I raise HER veil, see the essence of my universe
Wrapping my arms around Her; drawing Her closer, We kiss our tongues dance
The eyes, ears the depths of my soul ; screaming “Rejoice; our host is Whole
I remember Our Wedding Dance a Rhapsody to Eternity, the rest of the day
A soporiferous trance
I remember the last Beautiful Picture I ever Felt of “ L E N O R E “
My host was standing on the Shuffle-Board Court talking with Mr. Adams
His only “FATHER” - in law : Respectfully my host gazes beyond “TO LENORE”
Standing by the railing on the main deck a few feet below : He glances and catches
THE flash in LENORE’s Green Eyes : the mirrors of HER SOUL a silhouette :
Against the Sun standing upon his own reflection Smiling at His smile : I Smile
Sending LENORE ‘s Heart a whisper : a LOVE Song; Singing of our FOREVER
A Toast to MRS LENORE ELLEN(Adams)JOHNSON The Heartbeat of my SOUL
Her eyes bypass me to her Daddy, I nod my appreciation, He nods Saying call me D A D
OUR eyes revert to LENORE who raises her glass which flies from her hand: I glimps
As a sailing boom sweeps across the main deck Hearing the wails of fear and pain
The boom lifts LENORE up and throws Her over the Railing I glance at DAD “FROZEN
In that second of time” I tore off my cummerbund tie and my shoes “All HANDS on Deck
ALL HANDS ON DECK Man Overboard I start to leap as the arms of a monster puts me in a
Bearhug
I can’t break through “ Let me go YOU stupid M___er - F___er Please LET ME GO I cried
PLEASE
i am burning.. waiting for a sign..
hear the trumpet call.. hear the sound to arms..
Ultra League is on.. Battle things are joined..
a whisper here, a whisper there.. who's the man in white?
stain'd with bloods, eyes like fire; sword he holds, voice like waters
restless pawing, horses neighing; the air crackles, silent as light
yet charged; the silent voices of numberless ones gone before,
dead, yet still alive, silent yet speaking,
waiting to join in the noise, not heard here
on earth,
but resounding on high.
then a hush.. a wait..then a trumpet blast, long, loud, clear,
ringing so loud in the silence of the hearts,
silence still.. then a step, a hoof forward..another step, another hoof forward..
souls burst into flames, the cry of uncountable voices roar across the plains of the battlefield as we charge into battle
the blood-stained One leads on a white horse, sword-as-a-tongue,
eyes like fire, voice like thunder - He charges relentlessly ahead
we follow behind him, all hands on deck..
then you wake up.
your soul stirs at the sound of the impending battle.
to war, o saint, to war!
THE TENTH WAVE
The rain drops prick the skin of the sea
Tumble with the urchins in the water,
The black water, so heavy, tired--
Watching it tic tac toe in millions of tiny rings
Tic tac toe, three by three by three
Up until infinity--
As scores of seagulls watched from buoys
Red sky at night, sailor's delight
Isn't that how it goes?
All hands on deck! All hands!
Until then came, out of the night sky, a wind
With the sound and fury of a thousand black horses
Pummeling down on the water, the great, fearsome ocean
And stirring it up like a bowl of soup
All hands!
The great boats all groaned in protest,
Their wet, wooden bellies full
Reeds choking shores uprooted and flew at the storm
The whole world seemed to be feeding the storm,
Which would not be satiated, but howled for more
Chunks of earth, wood, sail, even human souls
Would not appease such an appetite
And then, in the pulse of three hours, a brief
Quiet...
...an aching silence
where the sun deceived them
By shirking off the clouds for a moment
Hear the call of the birds...
Red sky at morning, at morning, at mourning
It was then that the waves began--
Undulating at first, feel the water breathe,
Soon rising, rising, black towers
Into walls of water no one could scale,
Ripping across the top in violent zig-zags
White madness, the open mouth-
-and they came, they came in rows
As tall as nightmares, even hungrier than the wind
And they ate up everything they touched,
Swallowing lives, swallowing that which made them
Pulling our dwarfed armies into the deep, deep
Dark, black salt water
Until then, after the herald, and the birds didn't sing anymore
A tenth wave, which rose colossal over the rest,
Moving like a lost city,
Over the darkness, a shadow covering this world
Silenced what was left to be silenced
Little sailors
Little sailors
All sailor's songs end
And On the Land
Your little wives
Will catch your songs on the wind
Will pick up those songs on the winds
I'll tell ye of me life as a pirate
I knows ye sees me as some old codger
But when I was a young'n matey
I sailed 'neath the Jolly Roger!
Oh, it's truth I be tellin' ye now
'N ye may think that I be a loon
But I talk so rever'ntly 'bout me ship 'n Cap'n
For in truth, 'E made us dance a lively tune.
'E wore a patch o'er one eye
'N had a hook where fingers grow.
When we 'eard the thumpin' of 'Is peg leg on deck
We knew some ship 'd be given up 'er cargo.
We'd be a'squintin' 'ard at the 'orizon
'N 'Ed call for 'Is telescope to measure
If the sail that we'd come upon
Mightn't be a ship full o' a'rn kind o' treasure.
Then we'd sail up nice 'n cozy
A'fore 'Ed run up the bones on black.
But by that time matey
They could not withstand a'rn attack.
"Shiver me timbers, All hands on deck!" , came 'Is shout
For 'E was a Taker 'n ne'er a Giver.
It's many a time me eyes 'd see 'Im
Cuttin' out some poor soul's liver.
Oh, some tried to fight,
The foolish tried a runnin'
But the Cap'n made well sure
They'd get a'rn full broadside gunnin'.
We'd jump o'cross the ratlines with daggers a'tween a'rn teeth
Oft times we'd skewer the entire crew
Then take 'ER plunder aboard a'rn vessel
'N sink t'othern down to Davey Jones...so thar'd behind be left no clue.
Then the Cap'n set sail for Tortuga
Thar be plenty of Rum 'n Women for us thar
Ye still don't believe I was a pirate?
All I can say is..."ARRRRRRRRRR"!
“Doo-doo, doo-doo,” we hear the beast coming.
Music gets under our skin. The worst of attacks,
narrated by the boat’s captain. Unsettling sink
of the USS Indianapolis. Just below the hull,
a giant life wanting to strike a blow. This boat
a smaller target. Getting chummy, stomachs
lurching. Baited by grimmer details. A solid blow
to the vessel. All hands on deck - only three.
“Doo-doo, doo-doo,” and oftentimes whimsical.
Who will survive? Aye! Aye! Not the captain!
The shark will save the other half for dinner.
You, who know, know what happens. Those
who don’t, be warned; watch, get an education!
Time and tide again waits for no man
tempest-tossed upon life’s billow
The hull or the dinghy
Serves as a fortress
Though steady on its keel
Knocked his wits and sense
As he vacillates between levity and despair
Caused by his unbridled folly
He rakes the moon from out of the sea
A gust of air blew
It tethered him to flee
All you see is overcast
Knots, tiller, hatch, or helm
Love’s killer patch, overwhelm
Derelict in a sense
A castaway float astray
Break the resolve
Of a man who once vowed
to never sail again
But the songs of the nymphs
Was beckoning him
Is there something alluring
or is he just lonely?
Can't find comfort in the stillness
With every beating on the mast
Fate on the tide
Because not once, not twice
But several times
he almost drowned
He was lost at sea
His curse muffled
No stir in the air
He was peeled
And like the tales of sailormen,
She suddenly appeared
Like white foam
She ribboned the blue sky
The clouds drifts idly
As if they haven’t heard
Not a stirring breeze
But her ravenous rage
Devoured him
With rapacious eagerness
Lapping at his ballast
A violent wind is no match
To a careless sail man
in the middle of a stormy sea
He tasted the saltiness
And remembered the breath of his past
As he found himself washed ashore
He was saved at last
But he was looking for more
Despite the warning from the weather lore
And like the wind,
She whips a howling dance
As sea and sky make love
She could not calm her frenetic ire
It stirred something in him
It hit him like a squall
Once again he takes the plunge
Stupid as he is
To find himself once again
Sailing in the storm
Amidst the tempestuous sea
Evening gray and morning red
He could only wish he was dead.
All hands on deck
And as he chants
Red sky in the morning
Serves as warning
Red sky at night sailors delight
Her crimson lips parted
As she said,
"Evening red and morning gray,
help the traveler on his way.
Evening gray and morning red
bring down my wrath upon his head".
Mission Driven - What We Are Called to Be
Mission-driven—that’s who we’re called to be,
Pressing together in unity.
Lifting the plank, standing strong with pride,
Children of God with heaven in sight.
Mission-driven—our purpose is clear,
Destined for more, our future is near.
Come on board, don’t hesitate,
This is a journey you won’t regret.
Mission-driven—to build, to serve,
To answer the call we don’t deserve.
Reaching forward, striving on,
Until the final prize is won.
Mission-driven—Christ our guide,
In His footsteps we abide.
What an honour, what a call,
To make Him truly all in all.
Mission-driven—a charge divine,
Given through Jesus for all mankind:
“Go and teach, let truth be known,”
Will you rise and take your own?
Mission-driven—holy and right,
Walking by faith and not by sight.
Staying focused, firm, and true,
To the work He’s called us to.
Mission-driven—strong and sure,
In the Lord we will endure.
He who started will complete,
Every promise, full and sweet.
Mission-driven—run the race,
Finishing strong by His grace.
Victory found, the crown we’ve won,
Through Jesus Christ, God’s only Son.
So come and join, don’t delay,
All hands on deck—now’s the day.
Step in faith, be boldly given—
Live your life mission-driven.
Oh, how I long to touch you
it’s just that “I’m all thumbs”
and you deserve much more than just
a few remaining crumbs!
“An arm and a leg”, I would give
for one more chance, you see
But then again, if that's the case,
just where would we be?
You know that “I’m all ears”
for any thoughts you’d share
But for a man “all thumbs and ears"
just why would you care?
“It’s as plain as the nose on your face!”
I need “all hands on deck”
But with my lips, (I just have two!)
I could kiss your neck
“Ants in my pants” I hear you say
But just what would you know
As you’re the one here “all dressed up
with nowhere to go!”
“If all that glitters is not gold”
and I’m “all talk and no action“
Take off the makeup and go tp sleep
We’ll get no satisfaction!
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I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat,
macaroon waves I will sail
Far past the girls and the buoys I’ll float,
maybe spout off to a whale
My crew at the ready but still half a sleep,
I’ll have to turn on the charm
Wake up, look alive, for this water is deep,
might have to set an alarm
I stand at the helm with both hands on the wheel,
the compass is pointing due east
Embracing the salt water breezes I feel,
we haven’t moved in the least
All hands on deck, yes, you can use your feet,
who left the anchor in place
No wonder we’re stuck here, dead last in the fleet,
we’ve got to pick up the pace
Finally we’re moving, the sails filled with air
and I with my spyglass in hand
Searching for islands and mermaids to share,
all just a part of my plan
This ocean of peppermint twists as it turns,
currents of grape lead the way
Lemon drop sunshine as bright as it burns,
nausea sets in from the sway
When there off the starboard, I think that’s the bow,
a very strange shape does appear
It’s Davy Jones locker but I don’t see how,
what is it doing up here
It’s then I look down, water up to the hilt
over the sides of my boat
I now see the problem in how it was built
who knew blueberries can’t float
I entered a contest, thought it would be fun,
wrote out my poem in ink
A day out at sea on a boat in the sun,
never once thought it would sink
Hey Nina, you did this, I hope you are near,
it seems that my courage might slip
So toss me a rope for it’s perfectly clear
I ain’t going down with this ship
9/13/19
Written for the: Welcome To My Random World Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter