Long Bon voyage Poems
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(I found this hiding on the web -- something I wrote
maybe 30--40 years ago...and I thought, how marvelous!
Too good not to share with Soup.)
I thought to tell her a bedtime story—
A father’s duty
A parent’s joy;
And then I thought—better to seem,
I would teach her
How to dream:
I had thought to share
A travel-line story,
A printed journey
With a colorful page;
And then I thought
No greater pack
Then that of courage:
I would teach her
How to dream:
Beyond the travel-line of book,
There’s a wider text inside
Just have a look—
You are the author,
The fool or the sage
Let imagination
Breathe life into your page;
Give it lungs, ears,
Earth, ocean and sky—
Give your heart and soul wings,
Turn your mind loose,
Let it all fly:
Close your eyes—
Enter the mist:
Cross the sleepy sands
To whatever dark or bright,
All shores are your lands;
You are the author,
The artist,
The captain,
The crew, sail into the storm
Or upon the calmest blue;
Give your cast boots,
Buccaneer swords—
Make them simple pirates
Or jeweled ladies and lords;
Sea-serpents, mermaids,
A black cat
Hoisting a sail—
The ships, the sea,
The land the sky
Color and sounds
Your pleasure
For your tale;
Astronauts
Aliens—all tentacles and brains,
Yellow brick roads, flying carpets,
Strange cities
Or talking country lanes—
Yours to dream
Acceptable lies,
All truth first entered
Through dreamer’s eyes;
If the vision too scary
Make of them angels
Or fluttery, flitting good fairies;
Whether benevolent queen
Or bad witch,
When it’s your dream
Retain or switch—
Sadness can be brought
Abruptly to an end—
Good go on forever,
Flowing with you
Around every dreamed-bend:
Ice-cream never need melt, or run
Till all the sweetness
And coolness done—
Create your songbirds
High and free—
In your worlds
Need never cages be—
Within each of us
A jungle and clearing
Divine—make of yours
All wonder
As have been mine;
Now let’s tuck you in…
Bon voyage my child;
Never fear your wild….
Bon Voyage.
Seize the day, my sweet rosebud,
It’s time for you to blossom and become a woman.
Open your angel wings and let your love light shine,
Embrace all you wish for, throughout your life time.
Find your paradise, at the end of the rainbow,
Travel the world and speak the local lingo.
Taste the finest foods, that are foreign to your tongue,
Find contentment, enlightenment and riches
And somewhere along the long winding road, find love.
If you’re true to love, it will show you Heaven,
Stay faithful to your dreams and go find your Garden of Eden.
Follow your heart and your basic instincts.
Then you will find love,
Then you will have truly lived.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Adieu April
Adios you soggy segue
nature’s mud pie maker
roof top drummer
dog soaker
puddle teaser.
Au Revoir
cool breathed friend
easing the ice from its depths
cajoling the worms
play peek-a-boo
with the Robins.
Bon Voyage old vagabond
titillating transient
instinct whisperer
spring’s pheromonal scent
arousing dormant need.
Farewell
fading water colors
dashes of Jonquil yellow
sprayed among Bluebonnets
triumphant Tulips
surrounded by
Dandelion minions.
“Parting is a sweet sorrow”*
eased in May’s sweet greens
long evenings warmth
celebrating such splendid
serendipity.
John G. Lawless
4/29/2017
*My acknowledgement to Shakespeare
The day my life changed in one moment
just one cursed moment, time betrayed
An injury they said would now never heal
a quadriplegic ,waist down you're dead.
vibrant colors blurred into onyx darkness
crippled and chained , I lay, caged in bed
in a dark ocean of helpless emptiness
sinks a heavy sack, but floats suffocated
squirmy eyes lift a burden , is it pity I see?
my warped desires , waiting to get rusted.
In sky of mind, fantasy of broken wings
adieu O snowfields, where once I danced.
adamant heart behind a ribcage pounds,
gazing windows with glossy barren eyes.
numbed screams fade in garbled speech,
in my soundproof tavern, no will to live
but tears attenuated , I slowly prepare
Bon Voyage, attuned to my wheelchair.
29th March 2020
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Contest Name The Day My Life Went Whacko
Ballerina barre bob, white stocking wings whir
Mushroom plume tutu trails translucent steam
Sticky foot pick ups signal patient Spring’s stir
Pollen swollen coconut tip tongues crop cream
Statue branches pop rabbit ears amazement
Magnolia ruby tuxedo tucks ruffle ivory shirt
Wasps whisper, biscuit sugar stored fragrant
Whimsical wizard voila Iced VoVo for dessert
Tinkerbell petals tender invite insects parched
Peter Pan aeroplane dive in opioid pond drone
Champagne flutes etch a marigold moustache
Bon voyage hibernate, heavy hive honeycomb
Buzz! Botanical I’m back!
20th Royal Jelly July
As a pebble from a rough rock, my existence began.
Did I, devoid of destiny, have a peculiar plan?
I was caught between the caves of waves and tricky boulders.
The sun over the seashores was not less than a smoulder.
Haphazardly, with nothing of my gleeful goal, I flowed
Amidst coarseness, a ray of refulgence from within glowed.
Hazardous hardships of grinding and gravelling I bore
Priceless perfection, yet, passionately possessed my core
Twisted, turned, and tossed, my hard edges got softened and smoothed.
Indeed, there were moments too, when, by sea waves, I got soothed.
I am strong now. I'm bright and shining like a sparkling gem.
Shreds of sun and moon hide between the bold folds of my hem.
How I am joyous when I am in a child's tender hold!
How grimness grills my heart when, by a merchant, I am sold!
Ups and downs are parts of process my existence, I know.
This is why I don't fear when in streams like a leaf I flow.
I am humble even when I look tall, fat, high, or wide.
In the process of my becoming, I have lost my pride.
As every being or nonbeing, I too might be gone.
Isn't life a bon voyage from the known to the unknown?
There is a rocket firing off today
Sending a business adventure trip far away
With the thunder below
Up it will go
Looking to put technology in the sky
In a late afternoon scripted signature that everyone on the beach will wave bye bye
Falcon number nine is spending the dime
To climb climb climb
Calling the plays from the huddle
Very near to the pad for the shuttle
Internet interaction will be shared
In this mechanical bon voyage that has flair
Traveling to many orbits out there
Sixty broadband satellites will be dispersed
Into the vast universe
After the fact that been confirmed
Space X had money to burn
Linking the stars from above
With Intergalactic communication that fits like a glove
T Minus the launch will be here
Giving us new apps to play with next year
"In silence, the wind shares it's most intimate secrets"--quote by poet.
Standing at the edge of a sandy shore
Looking out to sea as I listen to
Incessant cries of " Come to me, come to me;"
I watch the ebbing tide obey the beach wind.
Oh, I listen attentively to the wind!
In the wintertime, it roars to me..."Stay in!"
I hear it whisper it's tightly-held secrets
To trees; secrets it rather I keep to myself.
The autumn wind is music to my ears;
It ever so gently tinkles the wind chimes
Hanging above my head in the balcony.
My spirit dances with abandon to its song!
Knowing the fiercely blowing wind carries
Their wondrous songs far, nightingales and robins
Cheerfully tweet out their best at daybreak.
Birds do listen to the voices of the wind.
Pelicans migrating south at summer's end
Hear the whirling wind whisper..."Bon Voyage"
Out in nature, I love listening to the wind.
Glinting-proud yachts, sun-boasting, deeply invested
in their mirrored moorings.
Floating checkers on a liquid board,
slowmotion pirouette on bank-heavy anchor chains,
holding position in wind, wave and water.
Furled masts attend like stiff antennas,
line-brushing the breeze in signal-search of clicked,
clipped messages from unsighted seas.
Barnacles bunch and tap out morse code
on the hard hidden hulls, sending syphered
wishes of 'Bon Voyage!' out into the tentacled currents.
A steam-forgotten train, olde power mist-swept out to sea,
once rattle-puffed and rolled over incoming waves.
The frail-fallen bridge, prostrate as the vertebral bones
of a fossilized dinosaurus, its ribcage of pylons exposed
in rusted spines, grips with a last grasp, down
into the sucking mudbrown silt. Only its bent,
buckled back heaves above in the tide flow.
Fingerling fish, flash and race to beat the washaway waters,
shoals break the miniscus in silver slivered eruptions,
shattering the glass-still surface into a thousand shimmering
shards of luminescent liquid to splinter-splash, then sink
to the swaying, submarine sedge.
Come down to the lagoon with me,
and we'll whisper our names into calling-cone conches.
Hold my hand, let's cross this bridge over the waves.
Our spirit-sails filled to billowing,
sail with me from the lagoon-safe harbour,
out into the blue deep where salty, scimitar
gulls will screech warnings.
(Dedication: For my son Michael Zachary
On your study tour Down Under.)
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Here by the gate,
Fate is not late;
Study tour calls
In brisk footfalls.
Here as we sip,
Espresso trip;
With kin and friends,
Fond touch attends.
Your night time flight
In the clear light;
Faces share smiles,
Warm feelings style.
There’s much to cheer,
Just being here;
Bon voyage then,
Boarding pass tends.
A photo treat,
Visuals now greet;
For old time’s sake,
Cheers that we make.
Have a good trip,
Study tour grips;
Work smart fond feel,
Chalk up goodwill.
Blessings to each,
Seize ample reach;
Glimpse happy lot,
Dwell with fine thoughts.
January mood
With quest made good;
A dream to meet,
Mellow feels sweet.
So, here’s to you
Where fate funds cue;
Moments now cast
Wonder at last!
May all things good
Caress fond moods;
May success thrill
Wise, affluent feel.
Listen dear heart
As hard work arts;
Be in-sync whole,
Body-mind-soul.
Yet, fun attends
Your action plans;
Let heart and mind
Greet rainbow finds.
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2018
Singapore