Long Boat Poems
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I walked towards the window and part the curtain with my hands and gazed at the distance moon with its fleeting light hovering in the sky and the stars around it moves slowly with a majestic pride and daylight merges with the night flickering long rays of light all over the benevolent sky.
I stood there for a while and absorb the scene and the solitude saturate its beams around me and the credence of the soul meet with the conscience of the mind and the meeting was divine.
For the first time I felt your spirit in confrontation with mine doing something appealing, the bliss entered the list and the swallow looking at us and humming a merry little tune. We penetrate each other for a brief moment scanning conscience and soul while we listen to the bird sings.
There are moments that you will never capture again and people that you will never see again, but as the night unfolds my heart began to open to thee. It is that special magic that embraces the meticulous person in you and the trees in all its rapture spread its branches around my song and moment suddenly fade.
I stood at the window for a while and observe the light blazing in the sky hot air meet with cold air making music in the heavens while the earth pressure passes by.
I could hear the fishermen on the boat out in the deep complaining about the lost sheep, their thunderous voice rumbles in ocean as they compete with the big waves flaunting in the sea.
The mountain stood still and held its composure and the night kept holding on to its rapture, the sky meet below the hill and the moving shadows give me the chill.
The earth began to move and the mountain began to shake and next thing I knew it was daybreak, I look out the window once more to make sure that the moon is there and I clench firmly on to my sanity.
This prison I know so well
For I've been here before
When all I can do so well
Is stay up all the way till four
When the gate would just no longer open
After several times of opening and closing
That it would just be hard to keep them open
Any longer without the walls shaking
This stare I know so well
It says go on some more
It puts you in some sort of spell
And you find yourself saying one more
When all you can do is rock back and forth
Tapping depths of the waters so that they splash
While eyes are closed, hands clasped to the sheets with wrath
For once the waters reach high level out they'll wash
This is a pause I know so well
It comes before the tap out
When you know you've done so well
That all you need now is final bow out
When you all sweaty and out of breath
For you've been rowing this boat
And you've not had time to catch your breath
Cause the tides were strong you had to keep rowing the boat
The PO£T
Oh, so precious our blood and roots,
yesterdays shadows creep and cling;
odd, I have those attributes . . .
The past lays icy hands to bring,
my foundation;
my formation,
from the long past and dust of time;
have been told sweet stories sublime.
Father's ancestors came from France,
with dreams of life- in a green land;
they came by boat to take a chance.
Grandpa worked hard as a farmhand,
and his father, too;
under a sky of blue . . .
One day, to France I will journey,
to find some names on tombs ferny.
Grandma was Ojibwe, First Nation,
these are people of many tales;
and I hear the drum vibrations,
since a child told things in details,
I embrace the call;
I want it all-
all the teachings, the history;
the tapestry and beautiful mystery.
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May 17, 2017
Rhyme/My Deep Roots
Copyright Protected, ID 901339
Written for the contest, Ancestral Roots
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
Street alley stalls
Tourist bazaar fare;
Souvenirs to go
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Seasonal fruit
A yearly dessert;
Duku escapade
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Old colonial shophouse
Freehold property;
Modern facelift
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Business cycles dash
Yesterday's bubble tea;
Today's cafe glitz
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Shopping arcade
Organized pandemonium;
Electronic extravaganza
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Bread and toast
Shopping mall happenings;
Cafe pondering
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Old haunts call
Flavours and tints;
Urban oasis
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Congested roads
Peak hour traffic;
Air-con consolation
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Morning kungu-fu dancers
Graceful as swans;
Dreamtime exhibits
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Busy feet carve
Grassy footpath;
Shortcut route across
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Urban renewal
Unstoppable excavations;
Traffic clutter shows
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October heat wave
Haze for added flavour;
Smoky suffocation
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River boat ride
Clarke Quay encounter;
Delighted tourists
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Leon Enriquez
27 October 2014
Singapore
Here I am, can’t you see?
Don’t you remember?
Maybe not, I’m hiding under a tree
As the rain pours through silky leaves
Maybe, I’m not quite the same
As today, history weaves…
Through memories of time and miles
I rest against the bark
Looking for raindrops reflecting smiles
Don’t forget the river that took our souls afloat
On a blissful ride away from shore
With our world secure in that boat
Remember now? Here in patience I quietly sit
Listening for words, in fallen rain
Eternal thoughts speak, for love will never quit
The river flows on, with my life to the sea
By surprise we meet, in a rush of rapture
Once again, to ride the waves that be
Heidi Sands
8/21/19
Matthew 20:16 (KJV) So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen.
He was the first to hide
Beneath the fig leaves, in the forest
Where she hid with him,
Secreting the sin they’d just committed
He was the first to die
The first to be murdered
The first to know demise
The first to pass into eternity
He was the first to kill
His brother, the one he should have
Loved, protected, sheltered
Without jealousy or covetousness
He was the first to build
A boat who could carry them all
Away from the destruction,
The waters brimming with darkness
He was the first to make it
Through the sea – walls of water
Rising on either side of them
As they walked on the dry ground
He was the first to try
To kill the giant with only a stone, He
Killed the one who tormented
With his promises to massacre them all
He was the first to die
Then come back to life, revived
By the One who created the sky –
First to know what it is like…
To rise from the tomb in time
To save the believers
Who know that His grace and love
Will someday bring them into heaven!
There she was… so pretty in pink
Full of mirth, reaching the sink
To fall down, never did she think
Since bubbles gave her joyous wink.
With glee, she continued to play
Preferring water more than clay
Heeding mother’s call, she would delay
Just to create sea-world display.
Then her waterfalls cascaded
Even the floor was invaded
Thus, to clean she gladly decided
Tidying what was once flooded.
Back to her ocean, she had a boat sail
Guiding, she yelled her cheering hail
Till her boat became a space ship above the pail
With her hands flying it so as not to fail.
Rejoicing at her water-blessing delight
She was reminded of God and His might
Thanking the Lord* for the wondrous sight
Now, she is ready to turn off the faucet, alright!
*1Chronicles 16:7 ...This psalm to thank the LORD...
June 23, 2018
2nd Place, "Pure Childlike Fun and Enthusiasm" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/30/2018.
I met a jolly fisherman with hair as white as snow.
Everywhere he sailed his ship, the kids were sure to go.
He came down from the north, after a little nip and tuck.
Smack dab in the middle of his boat was a giant ice cream truck.
While he baited his hook, his elves would stir the cream.
The kids would come down to the beach and everyone would scream.
Could this man be Santa? Boy that would be slick.
How could someone catch a fish with chocolate push up stick?
The elves just kept on working, they seemed to never stop.
Little Billy swam on out for a drumstick and fudge pop.
The king cones all sat ready they were the next in line.
The snow cones didn’t taste that great, but the eclairs tasted fine.
The kids just kept on swimming and ate up every treat.
The sandy beach was all packed down from tiny little feet.
If you ever run out of bait, while fishing on waters blue.
Remember this little story, fish like ice cream too.
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Warden
8/21/22
Hey Jesus I got cut on my hand today.
I love you Jesus I was crying yesterday like I started feeling emotions
I want to protect so many people I love so many people and it feels odd
Jesus I love people all over the world
I want everyone to be ok
thank you Jesus for being my best friend
Ana is a friend again like never before she is like my best friend too
Jesus I saw the Theodore tug boat episode about how we can all be best friends
thank you so much for being my friends everyone
Jesus thank you so much for everything you do for me
I got hurt but my brother cared for my wound
and I remembered not everyone wants to be my friend
A giant glass of warmed up milk
A great bedtime elixir
Don't know bout you, all my dear dear friends
Prefer pie as a bedtime fixer
Now I know I'm being extremely naughty
But I'm in my eighties, by cracky
Who gives a poop if I'm a contrary old geezer
It's my right I've accepted my fate
Always been known as a sweet old duffer
Time to call a spade a spade
Thought you knew me, sure fooled all youse guys
The crankiest sapien made
My most intimate friends know not to cross me
To feel my wrath would be deadly
They stay clear of any controversial subjects
So they don't make the boat unsteady
At one time in my life it was important to me
To be loved and to have lotsa friends
Not any more just couldn't give two hoots
Eighty and nearing the end
Who knows how much time we all have left
No guarantees we'll even see tomorrow
So from this day forward gonna make my own rules
From now on gonna rest on my laurels
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