Long Cruises Poems
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Like an endless curve I have reached the bend
Of my destiny to an atmosphere,
Above the horizon, my trails ascend.
Creatures of water swerving their tails,
Galleons roll, cruises of Atlantis
Along the foams, brave the olden fables.
The evening cloudline, glimmering so bright,
My final pilgrimage, the blackest sea;
To the ledge of the isle, a glorious light.
In episodes, I have seen the view of life,
A seafarer hunted by brazen tides,
Crossing again on the crest that abides.
Peaceful wavelets daring my calm inside,
Confronting the ocean of a dark ride.
The Islands Contest
courtesy of Anthony Slausen
N.Arana's entry
My love is what love is to me!
Placing his hand on the small of my back,
wishing me through the door first,
no, that is not what love means to me!
Buying me flowers or writing me a sonnet,
blah, could that be any more cliched,
no, that is not what love is!
Love is waking up on a weekend morn,
Coffee steaming in front of my eyes,
He got up first to prepare my drink,
that is what love is to me!
He collected the kids without giving it a second thought,
though his day is hectic and he really cannot spare the time,
that is love for me and I am thrilled he is mine!
Wine in the moonlight, that is for romantics,
Cruises on the Med, for the sea lovers,
my love laughs with me and cries in front of me without shame,
talking about nothing sometimes late into the night
and other times talking seriously,
that is what love is for me!
Love for me, is the man going grey with me and enjoying the ride,
it is meandering this crazy world holding tightly to my hand.
Being always my one and only, my man.
He has stayed when he had every reason to go,
He has cried with me as we have watched our children grow,
He made a promise and stuck to his vow
and though the storms they came and limits they were reached,
the vow he made, his commitment, his choice to stay.
He's love it was that saved the day.
Romance is important, flowers are too,
but his rugged, messy, crazy love is all I need
and makes him, what love is for me
Form:
You wanted fashion of
chic boutique,
I could only offer you
affection in front
to the sea...
You wished caresses of
rare and expensive fur,
I could only caress you
with my tanned skin
of coastal sun ...
You wanted to run
world map...
venture on cruises
mediterranean ...
I could only take you to
the impressive waters,
of red sand ...
In lieu of Côte d'azur,
I gave you Tambaú ...
rather than Mikonos,
I introduced you to Paquetá ...
You wanted cold from Las Leñas,
I offered you human warmth ...
You wanted gold, diamond,
I offered you what I could,
fair bijou ...
You wanted to live unreality,
I gave you real love
and shelter ...
Tambau, Mikonos and a'zur are places
I do bitterly fault your restless digits, slatternly time;
Your agile dial's design I defy with mutinous rhyme.
What's the veiled intent of your lightning procession,
Against this snail-mover's beleaguered progression?
In swearing truth say why your sight-eclipsing wings
Party and feast and conjure merry over littler beings.
What sadistic banquets in spooky nooks yonder,
Turn your lot-dwindling schemes ever so fonder?
It's true your snaring turns I strongly loathe,
With damning sneers and deserving derision.
What's that blot against heaven's sternest troth,
Obliterating dancing suns on her creasing face?
To what main gain do your life-slicing edges fly,
Usurping innocent freedoms of humble breath?
Your mulish cruises along snaky course-ways,
Flare spite-perfected ills to slay slowing health.
With daring tropes I’ll yet trim hours’ blacking crime,
And I’ll chide the deadly glooms of carnivorous time.
...early Spring walk around 3.2mi. Lake Calhoun...so named after controversial industrialist sotten with checkered past...movement underway to return name to Native American Dakota "Bde Maka Ska" White Earth Lake.
Purple Finches trill their soothing song
to people walking around Lake Bde Maka Ska,
a deep glacial lake in the heart of Minneapolis.
A lone Eagle cruises above, easily snatching
spawning Carp from the shallows, gracefully
cruising away, talons firmly clutching the
writhing Carp.
I enjoy watching families enjoying their first
walk around the lake, infants in strollers taking in their first inhalations of sights, sounds and
smells after winter isolation.
Young people wander wide-eyed, wondering
how the world sees them, as they establish
identity through dress, movement & interaction
with others...subtle changes will occur as the
summer evolves...reacting or not, to perceived
reflection.
Most of all, I enjoy my own movement,
evaluating subtle changes I notice in myself,
returning to the park bench by the path where
I comfortably situated my 87yr. old Mom,
grateful to have the opportunity to once more
enjoy our city of lakes, wondering how many
more such gifts she will enjoy,
Grateful
for
the
moment
5/7/17
Written: June 10, 2024, For Eve Roper Contest
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1/ The eldest son of a family immigrated to the United States.
2/ I'm a bibliophile. I deem myself artistic, empathetic, and spiritual.
3/ I have one son, two daughters, and seven grandchildren.
4/ -I am an advocate for the aesthetic value of one's natural surroundings, spouse, offspring, and grandchildren.
-Dancing flowers, the sound of azure waters on the shore, and the sight of cascades crashing against coral cliffs.
5/ Devote myself to the principles of generosity and tolerance for all.
6/ Handling disrespect and inequity is a chore I'm wary of.
7/ I love traveling globally, especially on cruises, and learning about cultures, traditions, art forms, and history.
8/I am a resident of San Jose, a vibrant city in California.
9/My last name - Sotto.
*****
What a joy it is to hear my kid's laughter return.
Dancing and bustling around me, I long to churn.
The sight of vacant seats at meals makes me grieve.
Unless, when there are happy events to heave!
He’s the Politician’s politician
Amazing all with the ease
He cruises through public life
Somehow avoiding all the sleaze.
It seems he’s Teflon coated
Pulling all the dirty tricks
Yet when it comes to blame
No accusation ever sticks.
Loud voiced and abusive
He slides easily through life
And only a naïve fool would
Trust him anywhere near his wife.
With his quick release zipper
And his foul arrogant way
He’s your modern party leader
Reflecting the morals of today.
He’s the maker of the rules
But thinks it rather absurd
Few realise they’re not for him
But just for the common herd.
So, all stand to attention
And wave your Union Flags
While he behind the scenes
Fills his bulging money bags.
It’s the public double standards
He supposedly really hates
While not far behind the scene he
Shovels cash out to his mates.
He’s the Politician’s politician
Whose luck never seems to fail
When in any just society he’d
Be languishing long term in jail.
I will stay till the end
I am that kind of friend
Your dark bitter days
where you navigate the maze
Life gives everyone strife
and the lumps and the bruises
and the causes we take up
and at times joyous cruises
But it's the friends that can bandage us up
as we accidentally open a vein
and inadvertently cause ourselves pain
We struggle against survival on things insane
We all eventually walk through that valley of death
no one escapes this fate, we all run out of breath
the marathon chase of life that is like a gun
that shoots you out and you go till you are stunned
And it's only inaction that eventually gets us all
We lay down one last time or we have a fall
and then we can no longer answer the call
and at long last, we simply give up the ball
And the next generation gets to play the game
and move the needle forward, or even back again
Because there are always some that will tell you it was better before
like life is a macabre sports game and someone is keeping score
But the reality is we all fight the same fight
we all want things to be right
to live simply and not be lost in the night
to support our goals and aspirations and walk in the light
and with that thought, I bid you goodnight.
We are all more alike than we know. Your Friend Artimus
10/05/2023 8:17AM (C) Susan Manley
To all of my friends who are struggling with life’s curveballs right now.
Why do you go where you go, people ask.
Why do you do what you do?
If cities do beckon, then it is our task
To visit and find something new.
It may be museums or gardens or zoos
Or mansions decked out in their best
Or neighborhoods bustling with stores to peruse
Worth hours we have to invest.
Some people love beaches or cruises at sea
Or staying at home and relaxing.
Whatever your pleasure, vacations should be
Filled with fun, never stressful or taxing.
Our trips may not match what you’d like and I’m sure
What you’d pick wouldn’t be what I’d choose
But if all of us heed to that R&R lure,
In our own way, then no one would lose.
Into my death I’d delve before I go,
Not out of curiosity per se,
Where, why and how I sure would like to know
To steal a slim chance to cheat my doomsday.
I’d leave off nasty habits, give or take,
I’d drink 8 cups, eat oatmeal, exercise,
I’d say bye to booze but for liver’s sake,
I’d go early to bed, early to rise.
I’d nurture and sustain my mental health,
I’d bury anger issues far aside,
I’d donate generously of my wealth,
By virtues’ pristine mandates I’d abide.
I’d avoid all traffic and derailed trains,
I’d let the crowded cruises go with ease,
I’d pass on risky, defective airplanes,
Goodbye exotic beaches and palm trees.
I’d much rather live hazard free and gay,
All healthy in one piece, body and mind,
I’d laugh in the face of fate if I may -
But from bland boredom most likely I’d die!