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..~~Childhood Memory~~..
None of us could swim, from the river we were banned
Not allowed near the water without an adult holding a hand
When the adults were busy we went to play
Of course to the river our thoughts oft did stray.
A tin bath we found much to our delight
It would make a good boat so try it we might.
We were not allowed swimsuits as none of us could swim
So it was down to our birthday suits then we jumped in.
We took it in turns to sail in the bath
We didn’t think then of our parent’s fears or wrath
My brother decided a new game to play
Who could capsize the bath best - and still get away?
What fun playing in the hours of illicit gaming.
Capsizing and spitting out water with no complaining.
All went well until I tipped the bath near the drinking tree root
They sucked up and grabbed the bath for a hoot.
I turned the bath over and fell from inside
The tree roots clawed at me from the surface trying to hide
The fingers of the tree reached for me, holding and pinning me tight
The air from my lungs all gone - I never thought I would see the light.
A gasp as air rushed in, I could breath, I could see
And there were my friends and siblings all clapping at me
I had put on a good "act" of drowning they said
I had not the heart to tell them I thought I was dead.
We rubbed ourselves down with our clothes and dressed quick
All crossing our hearts, we would never tell our trick
I remember so well the dark grasping water back then
I learnt to swim quick before I went there again.
Trust your heart when it comes to love
the answers are deep down inside your soul
like a guiding light in a storm
you just need to look within
listen to your heart and you'll never go wrong
when it comes to love
we need guidance now and then
when the seas get a little rough
and we're in danger of capsizing
look inward for the answers you seek
trust your inner feelings to steer your ship
through all the storms to the island of love
your best confidant is your own intuition
it's all a matter of learning to trust
and follow your heart wherever it leads you
trust me, I haven't lived eight decades
without learning a thing or two about love
I wish you all a very happy voyage
Then soon the climate migration began
when one they called Ian had ravaged our land
So fiercely he raged with his power and might
all would lay waist in the wake of his flight
So was the damage that Ian had done
the people were left but to follow the sun
Masses of people now needing a home
many left stranded to endlessly roam
Ian had not been the first of his kind
others had come with a furious mind
but his was a wrath leaving such devastation
attention to climate change gained revelation
People were leaving where temperatures soared
wells ran dry and fires roared
Some had to leave where waters were rising
all of their worlds felt the weight of capsizing
Suddenly cities and towns were outgrown
the people kept coming from places unknown
With resources slow to keep up with the pace
compassion would soon test the whole human race
Climate migration has only begun
The heart of the whole human race must be won
What other chance will we have to survive
than to trade in our sides for the mind of a hive?
~Jeannie Cronin
After being amply lathered
from head to toe, aye
ya eye ya eye ya eye, and without fail
(gluteus maximus unloads a dump,
as predictably happens
like clockwork orange
after washing off suds),
this nada so grand poo ba
drops ship capsizing sinkers
(hefty waste ballast
causing sea level to rise), this aint
"NOT FAKE" just ask Cap'n Bligh
sitting athwart the poop deck
i.e. christened "Porcelain Goddess"
well nar did die
after being privy seeing yours truly
exit the water closet did espy
a much relieved rearing ass a nine guy,
which also earned me,
the nick name "Rump,"
not evident, via friendly customary wave
conveyed expediting,
(viz nonverbally)
business cheekily dreck eliminated
eh, the formality establishment,
sans customary "hi"
whereupon without any waste I
sought to secure these
weather beaten lovely bones of mine
preparatory to a tidal wave,
thus refuge sought
behind (a replica),
sans Bridge over the River Kwai
after moving ma bowels, no lie,
which predictable tsunami
predicated on my
humungous substantial
rectal discharge well nigh
generating threatening
rip snorting currents
impossible mission e'en ex spurt semen to ply
especially, flush with panic (a bum er,
but mandatory duty) when lookout scout,
(an E Medic) didst spy
an immense wall of water, aye yai yai!
Trust your heart when it comes to love
The answers are all there deep inside your soul
Like a guiding light in a storm
You just need to look within
Listen to your heart and you'll never go wrong
When it comes to love
We all need guidance now and then
When the seas get a little rough
And we're in danger of capsizing
Look inward for the answers you seek
Trust your inner feelings to steer your boat
Through all the storms to the island of love
There is no better confidant than your own intuition
It's all a matter of learning to trust
And follow your heart wherever it leads you
Trust me, I haven't lived nearly eight decades
Without learning a thing or two about love
I wish you a very happy voyage
© Jack Ellison 2015
Walking on eggshells
Tight lipped
Uncertain of every word spoken
Least the tempest
Will be released
Roaring
Waves splashing
Wind storm blowing
Boat rocking
Turquoise water falling
Aimed for shore
Making no headway
Two feet forward
Three feet back
Capsizing imminent
Apocalyptical
Which way will it end
Will there be a future
If I wrangle in emotions
And keep a chain on tongue
Nothing can harm
Wherein there lies
The Holy Spirit
Who my strength
Provides
Always remember
Like in the song of old
Peace, be still
Peace, be still
Peace, peace be still!
finis'
Me myself and I,
Whoever we are,
You are the poet who broke my heart,
You wrote words of love,
You fitted me perfectly like a glove,
And I really pulled myself in,
Falling for myself, what a silly billy I have been,
Falling for my own words my own feelings,
But what a great lover you, I mean I was,
To the other poet who broke my heart,
LB
You wrote words of undying love,
In a way I somehow connect to you,
With the iron taste on my lips,
Dame girl you’re my drug I can’t resist,
Capsizing my heart like a failed attempt suicide,
You brought me down to me knees,
But it’s time to give up my sweet drug,
I no longer love you,
The poet who broke my heart,
10/02/15
giggles now that was fun,
thank you skat for doing this contest,
this is all made up because LB is a wicked poet,
Capsizing the Costa Concordia
Divers wreathe silently through
the submerged corridors of a
140,000-ton wreck. Little fish
dark haphazardly through
the juxtaposition of tilted ballroom,
granite bars fixed in place.
Black waters lit green by headlamps
provide a surreal spotlight
for a loveseat drifting by
A vase of Chinese dollar plants poised delicately
on a marble counter.
Across the underwater tomb,
toppled chairs, tumbled together,
wait patiently to be repositioned
outside the dance floor.
There was nothing graceful about the dramatic demise
of this giantess,
listing to her death.
She was fatally wounded, being coaxed
too closely to the coast.
A hidden reef stood ground to gore
a 70ft gash, portside.
There was the moaning of mangled metal,
the shrieking of splitting steel,
as dark torrents were unleashed into her belly,
extinguishing her light.
“Go back to your cabins!”
and corridors flooded
“Go back to your cabins!”
and pumps failed.
“Captain! The passengers are making their own way to the lifeboats!”
echoes pointlessly through the abandoned bridge.
“Vada a bordo, cazzo!”
The Coast Guard thunders across dark waters
and the captain is stealing into his own lifeboat
to listen from the safety of shore.
Listening to the chaos,
interrupted by the agonized silence of passengers
too terrified to scream.
They hold their breath and try to calm each other
in the absence of authority.
“Vada a bordo, cazzo!”
But it’s dark, he pleads, and I can’t see anything...
A rope ladder is flung over the bow,
drowning passengers slinging, and
crawling crablike to Coast Guard boats
as the ship sinks to her side,
gripping 37 passengers in a horrifying embrace.
Scuba clad stewards of the dead
open the possessive clutch
of an atrium elevator
to extract bodies
protectively closed and sealed
in a grisly pantomime of protection.
The remains of the deceased
are floated to the light
to break the surface one last time.
The Costa Concordia shudders heavily,
sliding into her death repose.
DON'T WORRY BOUT THE STORM GOD GOT IT
You see temperatures rising
You see storms a brewing
You wander and wonder as, you ask the Lord your God WHY??
Wha’t ya doin!!
I’m crying
I’m just surviving
Day by day
Dying
Stop looking at those dark clouds
Lift up your hands and start praising
Don’t follow the storm
Life’s capsizing, laid my body over the horizon feels like I’m frozen
Don’t follow the wind
Trouble comes and goes
God got all those storms and winds in …
In His hands
I’m just surviving
Day by day
Dying
Stop looking at those dark clouds
Lift up your hands and start praising
Don’t follow the storm
Stop looking at those dark clouds
Lift up your hands and start praising
Don’t follow the storm
5/26/16
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2016©
Right on time
Have you ever gone through a rough time when you felt so alone and there was no one you could turn to for a lifeline?
You cried, and you cried, and your tears would not dry.
You searched and you searched, but no one was in sight who would reach out and give a word of encouragement or even a helping hand.
Instead of a kind word from those whom you know, they cast their assertion and turned up their noses.
You thought they would help, but they make matters worse.
One day after another, your situation gets worse.
You feel so rejected, despised, and alone.
Your ship is capsizing, and you see no way out.
But thank God for Jesus, who provided a lifeline and brought you out on time.
You cried out to Jesus, and He came through on time.
His love and compassion caused you to smile.
Thank you, Dear Jesus, for coming through on time.