Long Harbour Poems
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My cherished one How far will I love you
As far as where moons dissolve in deep seas
Beyond the edge of a tide's crimson hue
where your breath quickens sails with fevered breeze.
Alone I'll embark to our promised land
across long borders of unending pain
Under fading stars above drifting sand
through anchored shadows of persisting rain.
Oh those foreign eyes yet not so distant
Your arms safe harbour of a warm embrace
Two hearts entwine against odds resistant
Neath' plum fog sky my lips outline your face.
Water rises 'tween silent hope and time
But water falls and I will make you mine.
It’s all in my head
I think about it over again
When you three are all
Older and with friends
I wish every day you wake up
That it is a clear blue sky
I know you have wondered why
I never shared in your lives
Yes, me too
I can’t take it
I can’t shake it
One day when you wake up
I’ll have to say goodbye
But while I’m still alive
Rest assured
If GOD is above me
He gives me strength
For all you know I’ll provide and love you three
Until the day I close my eyes
Thoughts of a father
These feelings I harbour
Stored away in an emotional jar
Viewing it now on the display cabinet
It is real freedom of scars…
I’ve dragged my knuckles through shards of glass,
let my veins write psalms in crimson mass.
I’ve spat my prayers at a deaf, black sky,
daring God to answer — or watch me die.
I’ve kissed the barrel of regret’s cold grin,
slept beside ghosts in my hollow skin.
Burned my bridges for a spark of heat,
choked on the smoke when I couldn’t breathe.
I’ve cursed my name ‘til my throat turned raw,
etched the silence into every scar.
Loved too deeply, hated harder —
watched the darkness pull me farther.
I’ve seen angels fall and demons pray,
felt joy turn to rust, hope decay.
Heard laughter echo inside my chest,
then wither to sobs I couldn’t confess.
But through the ruin, through the ash,
through the weight I swore would always last,
your faces rose — my one salvation,
my light, my blood, my foundation.
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Dedication
To my wife — my harbour in every storm.
To my mum and dad — the hands that held me up when I fell.
To my daughters — my breath, my fight, my reason.
In the silence after the screams,
it is your love that echoes loudest.
The sea can be an unforgiving environment, always expect the unexpected.
Quote by Poet.
I was five miles west of Plymouth Sound in my sailing boat
Nothing gives me more pleasure than being at sea afloat
I'd been practising my sailing and had just rounded the bay.
Getting myself prepared for an upcoming race in late May.
An urgent message came through that a storm was approaching
I fixed a course straight for home; a fierce storm I wasn't risking
The waves started rising and I reached down to secure the boom
A sudden gust caught it knocking me overboard, and I felt doom.
The cold water brought me to, and I felt the back of my head
There was a wide gash, and I saw that my palm had turned red
My boat had drifted out further and was about thirty feet away
I was at the mercy of the waves and couldn't send a mayday.
The back of my head was pounding and I was getting weaker
And the waves were getting higher and it was getting bleaker
A bird watcher on a cliff with a scope had seen me come to harm
And had quickly phoned the local coastguard to raise the alarm.
I was drifting in and out of consciousness and felt the end was near
All I could think about was my wife and family and those I hold dear
I felt very sleepy and a feeling of serenity came over me like a wave
I was getting weaker now and thought this cruel sea will be my grave.
I could hear the throb of an engine and could see lights flashing red
And right above me was a coastguard helicopter hovering overhead
A winchman lowered himself down and then grabbed hold of me
And around my waist put a harness and winched me up to safety.
I passed out with fatigue and when I came to, I was in a hospital bed
And for a minute I thought is this heaven and am I already dead ?
A week later I was discharged and I sought out those who'd rescued me
The coastguards and the bird watcher to thank them all personally.
I was sitting at home when a man from the coastguard phoned me
He said "I've got some good news, we’ve found your boat out at sea
There’s no sign of any damage and she was afloat and upright
And we’ve towed her into the harbour, so your future is looking bright”.
Across the roaring 40’s
I sail
I fly
She’s in a hurry
To reach out
That Southern land
Like a horse
That knows the way home
She bucks
She sways
Her cloth
Slides across the wind
Hell or high
I will make sure
We harbour
The leeward side
And the Jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold your breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
With white knuckles
I hold that wheel
As helmsman
I fear breaching
I won’t let it go
The wind
She blows
The waves
They tower
Nothing will stop me
Heading Over
That rising sun
And the Jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold you breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
Swinging through the rigging
I take me time
To set a working sail
Up here
With Albatross
And god
I ‘am sailing
Through time
On a wing and a prayer
And the Jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold your breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
Land ho
The call is made
There she be
That Southern land
Soon we’ll be safe
For sure
Me mates
On the leeward side
We"ll harbour
And the jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold your breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
The firewood of this world is too heavy to bear
The worries of this world an everyday nightmare
Like a spear it breaks through my sorrowful heart
As I sit staring at the stars
All through the night
The trees around the compound dancing the dirge of its lonliness
The goats all lying in weakness
The square we gathered now triumphed by grasses
As the mutts take harbour in your houses
The colar bone is broken
The legs have no where to hacken
The famine in my heart so dry like the desert
Even spit in tongue now dessert
Broken men now speak
All because the mighty lies weak
What a load the Carmel cannot carry
Lyes as a bride for me to marry
O my eyes so blind even with lights to see
The bright lights now blind with jealousy
The left over now become companions
As friends now form an enemy battalion
As I lye waiting for death on a stallion
While on its wings she celebrates me a broken champion
I sat with the lord of darkness
singing with the shadows of fear
when I feel sunlight's caress
as time stops, when you appear
I had travelled many a harbour
always the darkness was there
sunlight shadows screaming more
there was no need for light to share
looking for an anchor in my destiny
against life's swollen rivers
spending time to look and see
for an essence that love delivers
I looked upstream to the waterfall
hoping for a warm spirit to find
but always finding just an icy wall
so continue on then sailing blind
and so onwards I am stumbling
determined to make the most of life
blind and deaf my spirit crumbling
until your light eases my strife
finding the anchor, in my destiny
against life's swollen rivers
it was your time to look and see
and show me what love delivers
Busily flicking possibilities, swarmed faces swum
Fishes flipped fast before the following
Murky harbour deep, screen swallowing
Clear impression of traits innate to individual ones
Flash of fin colour, gleam of sleek opalescent flank
Specimen slide best sides on show
Shallow images only clues to know
Intention is an open heart or a self engrossed wank
Beginner on Tinder thrown tasty bait in the deep end
Victim to fisher desiring a dinner
Real reason so seldom admitted
Deliciously caught before thoughts on loving depend
School density indicates potential pool hasn't a limit
Hanging keen line back in again
Hook mouth acrews horrid pain
Superfluous organs scatter float faithful love's inhibit
11th November
- Damn internet cheapening
of our valuable hearts -
Harboured feelings a f ucked up game
savage child
within without
part angel
part feral cat
your song bursting
with anticipation
youth oozing from every pore
alive with passion
not yet subdued
rage not yet subjugated
o child, don't let life
ever tame your spirit
Read on air by invitation ~ August 8, 2021 'POETS' HARBOUR"
AP: 3rd place 2022, 3rd place 2022, 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on August 7, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND 4 TO 14 LINE POETRY contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Quiet brain quite norm hit by groaning gust
like sudden bomb blast.
bursting in cyclonic storm of lies and betrayal
drowning me in dreadful dismal.
Me diffused shattered
confused battered
in whirl pool of vortex of agony and anxiety.
Fractured brain lost its ego and vanity.
caused by frictional force of emotional injury
and needed another emotional surgery.
My radiant refulgent brain waves
turned seismic shock waves.
putting my environ surreal and grave.
Brain seemed to slumber,
senses sank in stagnant harbour.
Consciousness smothered,
yet I have not bothered.
Solely devastated in destructive tornado
No ray of hope came through any window
thrashing brain in turmoil.
all dreamy desires got coiled.
Severe scars salient
Dense deep bruises prominent.
showing damage permanent..
Yet Time is the best healer on slow recovery.
Wounds became inactive blunt
My inherent dynamism gave stunt.
bringing sullen brain back to normal form putting energy balm.
Mental strength refreshed, brain became cool and calm.
Waiting for ardent amour and compassion.
welcoming fresh emotional involvement
with pearly passion.