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Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
against the western wind; he will certainly mourn Piraeus,
and with sorrow-striken eyes, he'll invoke Poseidon.
Then he'll depart carrying the long hunting horn.
The small vessel will hold out and he won't fear waves,
but he laughs at Ares--who despises all kinds of irony.
Occasional gusts soothe the skin on his noble face,
unwrinkled and unrugged. Spring water should
quench his dry tongue; it's too warm and tasteless.
Stored in a huge amphora which depicts faces
of gods and warriors engaged in warfare,
it has the same warmth of the sweat that drips
from his hot forehead that has turned red.
Ahead, wisps of fog arise--an imagery whale.
Beyond there are perils and certain delights;
thoughts of danger will perturb him, thoughts
of discovery will enthrall him. He will be experiencing
them on his voyage--what he desires is smooth sailing.
He has heard of sirens and cyclops,
of fertile valleys and fields of yellow wheat;
of buffalos that roam, of goats and sheep that bleat.
How amazed he will be to find rocks
to build the New City*on that pristine shore--
he will declare his Queen sitting in the marble throne!
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
to escape Achille's curse; he refuses to hide in the wooden horse,
he will never return to Greece. Athens and Sparta will not fight
with swords and arrows; their grand plan is to win war by deceit.
Cleverness will defeat the Trojans. Only Helena foresees the worse;
they don't heed her words--Troy will fall to the enemy.
* The New City: Neapolis ( Naples ).
A scarlet daydreamer marbled in blue velvet
marooned in confidence mired in yucky mucky chucks
Twas a heist at gunpoint to honor those petted
I have brained the threshold and my mind turned to suds
On the premature notion that I have accepted
I have slipped and slid on a bed of clipped rosebuds
I have cast mirrors to purpose hexed
My expectations demanded the least contention
I cannot fathom the necessity for compassion
The visual aspects do not summon a cry for vexation
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I require life touches to ensure my future
I ought to lift higher and higher like a soul sensation
I must smooch with our solar star curvature
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
Need for satisfaction
Ride captain ride onboard my mystery ship
Chart by stars sways the course
Yet a fragile world spurns to its lip
Of its inner voices of remorse
I am no redeemer but an apple chip
I need to be merely left as none to procrastination
unburied and left to stare at the granite tombstone
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I found my want to be left as an abandon
I do not need benevolent funds from association
And I deplore closeted affection
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I am lacking for a good connection
I need Dai-lee llamas that traverse the Andes ascension
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction.
It's a tragedy to greet death so young,
not thinking how precious life is
and continue the journey anywhere else
without holding a warm hand;
did anybody notice the sadness you showed
and the coldness of your senses?
Did someone help you to be strong?
You loved and comforted others
and complete a mission too short;
your compassion was the will of good deeds,
but someone is missing that radiant smile
and beautiful eyes that offered a joy never seen,
never felt when a faithful friend is lost!
You seemed so brave hiding all tears
and cried when nobody was around, it felt fine
to empty your rage until your pain was clean...
making a choice that failed many times!
It's a tragedy to greet death so young,
and realize the reason for your worthless existence:
you did not fight like that captain
stirring his small ship battered
by wild waves in the vast ocean...
while the howling wind threatened
the flapping sails, but he wasn't afraid
and carried on with the long voyage
that had just started, never feeling sad or unstrung!
Weren't your horrible thoughts despised by God
who was weeping for your lack of wisdom?
He wanted you to live, not to despair
and put an end to a fragile life He valued too sacred;
the days he gave you were the beats of a loud drum
meant to be lived with rhythm and purpose!
It's so awful not to have grown old
and know the birthright of an heir
entitled to a happy existence!
Run, Joe, Run! And the people represent,
mama always said you'd be President.
Somethin' else mama said was
stupid is as stupid does
and I think we all know what mama meant!
Run, Joe, Run! And let the people decide
but mama always knew your brain was fried.
I think America knows
that your Presidency blows
and there’s never been a greater divide!
Run, Joe, Run! But to us all first explain
your own family's sudden wealth and gain.
For left in a repair shop
on your crackhead son's laptop
are shady deals with China and Ukraine!
Run, Joe, Run! You had big pockets to fill
and Hunter filled 'em for you and for Jill.
But, Joe, it's not a good look
to be a fool and a crook
gettin' caught with your hands in the till!
Run, Joe, Run! But sadly it must be said
if you were any stiffer you'd be dead.
It would be better for you
if you had any damn clue
to let someone (anyone) run instead!
Run, Joe, Run! Until that's all she wrote,
mama always said we all need to vote.
America's Ship of State
needs a captain strong and great
but your sinkin’ ship is an old shrimp boat!
Run, Joe, Run! But Kamala is a curse
and her cacklin' word salads just get worse.
Joe fogs up in the west wing
and she’s a you know…the thing
but she ain't ya mama and ain't ya nurse!
Run, Joe, Run! But stop all the fear and hate,
mama always said it's never too late.
O’ but we are all agreed
that America don't need
a mindfu*ked Manchurian candidate!
Written: June 2024
Leaping over nettle bushes,to clear becks and streams
picking fruit from orchid trees, children in our element and dreams.
Building dens in rainy woods,our warmth and shelter clear
raindrops dripping from oak leafs,like a shedding tear.
Swaying cornfields upon the old farmhouse,animals grazing
an overall panoramic view, outback Eston Hills so amazing.
The summertime offers such, an array of beautiful sights
from the hares dancing the fields,to kingfishers in flight.
North sea a mere stone throw,from the pastures that i dwell
calm waters see children building sandcastles,boats tossed violently when it does swell.
Fishermen unload their catch,seagulls lurking for a feed
the high pitch cry babylike,scraps for the need.
Captain Cooks` birthplace, named Great Ayton Village
a very proud community,sporting a collection of spillage.
Of his treasures and necessisitys,held in Stewart Park Museum.
Attracting visitors far and wide,to get a chance to see them.
In wintertime when the cold and snow does test
hanging out the nut nets,for the robin red breast.
Also the animals, so vulnerable alike and rare
building pole houses, for their warmth and care.
Paul beadnall.
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name a Nature Tale.
7/10/11.
Welcome! I am Captain G. Willikers.
Really? Truly? That be your name.
Oh no, Silly Billy, hid'n d'G all the same.
O let' me guess, O let' me guess.
What could d'G be..
Guess away, guess away
it's your time it's your cruise
but keep away, keep away
for I've no interest in your clues
but how will I know the truth
if you're going to be uncouth
okay, it's not easy, rarely heard
since the days the flood dried the Earth
What flood?
The Great Flood!
Which one?
The only one!
Are you talkin' biblical?
Not at all being comical.
Oh, there's a GEE of history,
So Gilgamesh your name to be.
History, your cup of tea?
I drink coffee with my tea ...
Gilgamesh Aloysius Willikers,
at your service!
Tomimbum Winn Shogun -- visitors
makes you nervous?
Your name sounds like, 'with shotgun'
--am I right?
Bookends my weekends, weakened by
my shootin's.
T: Dinner.
G: Sixer.
T: Never ate with a god, ever.
G: Nor I, so affairs a Black Tie?
T: A god's not good enough for a White Dinner Jacket?
G: Only the hood--cleaners returned--the rest, they'll pack it.
T: What?
G: Got ya!
T: I'm lookin' forward to a very good time!
G: Of lookin' backward to once upon a time ...
As per Casarah's request, here is 2 fun dedications to Dr. Seuss
A Person is a Person
-no matter how small-
I can not see
I can not be
I can not write a word at all
So I am not feeling very tall
I have no pen
I have no ink
I have no will to dream up verse
Somehow this seems so perverse
I am not a cat
I am not a dog
I am not a tree with leaves that fall
See? I am not very tall at all
I am not so big
I am not so small
I ate my words this I tell
That’s why I ‘m round as hell
I have a hat
I have a cap
I have a bottle of captain jack
One more shot
And one more clink
This tribute is on the brink
So I toss my hat up in the air
Dr Seus has more flair
Of I go, far away
I hope to rhyme another day
Ok I am back for one more!!!!
Sam and Eggs
Sam I am, or so you say
Sam I am not, not today
I am just a boy, who likes to play
This is why, when I get home
Momma better get of the phone
And make what I love to eat the best
Breakfast food shall be my fest
Green eggs and ham that’s all I want
I'll eat then at the kitchen table
In a car
On a plane
For green eggs and ham
I 'll ride the train
I like them best, all the time
On the farm
they cost only a dime
Sam I am not, no no no
I am not that Sam you thought you know
I just love green eggs and ham
I even eat them on the tram
Here and there, everywhere
I’ll eat green eggs and ham I do swear
I am sure the day I go to heaven
They will serve green eggs and ham
After eleven!!!!! All for Sam !!!
Notes: Hope this brings you a smile Casarah, something you can read to the kids, I know
I sure will, I think Maya and Timmy are getting tired of "The bear went over the mountain"
Also, I wish to thank you from the bottom of my heart, you volunteering for meals on wheels,
You are to be applauded!! Often the good ones are shy to shine a light upon themselves
So I took this upon myself to do it for you!!!!!!! Applause!!!!!!!!!!
Some of the sexiest women are Vargas’s 1940 pinup girls,
They are drawn with long hair, sensuous legs, and the right kind of curls.
Enhanced in all the right places, there is nothing that exudes sex faster
Graphic drawings of cattish women are not the kind you put out to pasture.
Do you remember Cat-Woman drawn fearlessly by our old friend Stan Lee?
Hallee Berry brought her to life, but the one who graphically created her was he.
Betty Boop, a cartoon femme fatale’ had style, and sex that could make a sailor blush,
Disney’s artists’ did not draw a Tinker Bell without perky boobs and a little tush.
I believe graphic novels and cartoon classics are here today to stay,
Because the sexy superheroes – both men and women make the reader’s day.
Captain America and Batman have those enormous abs, and a teeny waist.
Jessica Rabbit’s ‘I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way,” was not penned with any haste.
Written 11-18-2018 Contest: Sexy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea
With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand
And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more
The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again
You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
~~~~~
Written: Jan 15, 2011
Author: Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest: Let's See
4th Place In - Anything goes contest
In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.
Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on to
pick-up and deliver cargo in the West Indies. Although my time with him was short,
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.
~~~~~
"what is this strange place, we find ourselves in
trapped in the open, we are free within"
in the darkest realm of desperation,
we find love and some hope for elation,
in swirling crowds, solace of solitude,
amongst stony hearts, pearl of gratitude,
in eddy currents of tears, hint of smile,
in scorching heat, shade to rest for a while,
a crack of lightning in gloom of clouds,
in violence of storms, beacons on grounds,
in chaos, anarchy, voice of reason,
a rose in full bloom, outside its season,
so ride on, ride on, ride on till sunset,
captain your life, ride on with no regrets,
sail with your dreams, with strong courage to win,
trapped in the open, we are free within!