Long Harbour Poems
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Are you listening out in Wood-wood' in Balranald do you hear in the Hunter and
Newcastle all round Maitland ix it clear?
From Jamestown, in Burra-Burra and from
Port Augusta too will they stand? speak
Out? Unite..Just do whats right, its time for such to do.' In Wonthaggi and Killarny
Ballarat and Bendigo, across to Geelong town
Get out be strong 'for that is what best' the Aussies do' in Geraldton and Bunbury past Perth and
Up to Broome, at Hobatt Emerald and Coolgardie be
No longer fooled.' In Forbes and Parkes and
Dubbo, in and Coleraine, Kiama too; Crookwell and
Coffs Harbour Australia calls to you.' If
You are asleep in Tumut, awaken' ask A man Johnny
Larter, our everyday Hero just whats on.' Then tell all your mates too.' in
Yass and also Wagga.' I'm sure they'll come along.'
And in coming then will realise, that mateship
Is key; is strong ' let your flags fly high till 'bye and
Bye' you are heard and your villans fall, once again all your women and man will be free, Now will you respond..To your nations call.'
It will rain today and NEPA will seize the light
The firmament is dark, the cloud is enormous
The singing birds have fled
Everyone to its home
It will rain today, I’m worried
I have neither roof enough for storage
Nor grow fins to swim
My Bedchamber a harbour
for the looming flood
It will rain and flood everywhere
Motors will be trapped in the traffic,
Passengers will trek miles in group
And pedestrians will muddle the streets
It will rain today and farm road slippery
I will be drenched by the spit of the over drunk bushes,
Work in cassava plantation boring,
And father wont take no for answer
It will rain today and plants would rejoice
Happy plants will feed and feed mankind
Animals will eat and give us living
For it rains to bless mankind
It will rain; it will rain
The horrifying black sky scares me
A fair blue sky turns suddenly foul!
A calm refreshing breeze turns swiftly wild!
It will rain; look up the scaring skies
I wish you're the obedient Noah
Under the heavy cloud of the great flood
Who heeded the warning of the looming danger.
"Transfiguration"
Radiant crystalline
a lighter body
you romanced the
divine in my mind
you touched my
you touched my
you touched my
soul
Diamond snakeskin
shed, peeled back
your luminescence shining pure
through my many fractured cracks
all your lines bleeding
burning bright white light
in my butchered Nicene heart you’ve read with smooth soft intent
Transfigured me to become your next sacrament
homeless heart
homeless heart
homeless heart
Imperfect Immaculate
called
Home
Radiant crystalline
a lighter body
you romanced the
divine in my mind
you touched my
you touched my
you touched my
soul
Ascension into your arms
Romanced all the while
Veils dropped naked atoned
barefoot Aurora
called
Home
Lux Vitae
Lux Vitae
Lux Vitae
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/aI_F8sbuyKg
"Luke Warm. Cold, Hot."
“And he was transfigured before them, and his face did shine as the sun, and his raiment was white as the light”
1 https://www.mensajerosdivinos.org/en
2. Primary video: https://youtu.be/N7lOcf03NO8
The Transfiguration Of Jesus Christ- Special Message of Christ to visionary Friar Elias 12-03-2018
3. Seventh Seal of the Apocalypse
https://youtu.be/830l2O5heZk
4. Third Secret of Fatima Apostacy
https://youtu.be/RkhKhUKpf0o
5. Harbour of the Heart Videos
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2YATMe6r2y00KJHAf6DzPQ/videos
6.
Nicene Creed/All versions
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_versions_of_the_Nicene_Creed
Back when I was twelve, my dad built me a dabchick
I had great fun learning how to sail it getting many dunking's
Us kids used to sail around the harbour and race to the spit.
One day after racing back and forth several times,
the wind started to pick up and the others headed ashore.
But I carried on, this was way too fun as I sped about.
The squall grew stronger and I turned turtle several times
up righting my boat I foolishly carried on until as I up ended her
I was hit on the head, dazed I sat on the up turned hull.
Unable in the squall's strength to get her up right
I clung to the centre board and watched the harbour wall get closer
too dazed to realise the danger I was in I just sat there waiting.
Lucky for me the yacht club notified the life boat and it came out,
rescued in the nick of time they took me aboard and dried me off.
They towed my dabchick still turned turtle back to the yacht club.
My parents Dad especially were furious and I was grounded for
the rest of the summer while dad repaired my dabchick.
My humiliation was complete when the local paper covered my rescue.
I learnt that day to respect the sea and treat it with caution.
My story could have ended so differently. Yet I remained a dare devil
and went through two very bad car clashes with barely a scratch.
Now at last much wiser I take things much more steadily
and rarely take such risks after all I am not invincible.
Just someone who pushed her luck right to the edge.
written 11/02/2014
contest: Near Death or Near Life Experience
Isolation.
He lived In a house that was never his home
He lived without a key and a place to call his own
Silence.
His mind his only friend
Dark just like his surroundings
His crime:
Not giving in to a system who tried to control him
Not allowing the system to indict him Of a crime he didn't commit
Said crime - a stolen backpack
A boy with hopes and dreams
Ceased.
His mother found him
Deceased.
Rikers.
A prison for the worst of the worst convict
A place that was supposed to harbour the most hardened of criminals
Or
If you want a free entry pass
Just be an innocent black man
But that was who he was
Until
The system punished him
For his lack of compliance
They corrupted his mind with psychological violence
They stored him in solitary confinement
When released years later
He was never the same
Physically he may have been alive
But mentally he had died
That was until he committed suicide
However most including I saw it as a systemic suicide
This isn't just poetry.
This is truth.
This is reality.
But most importantly this is the black experience
This is a true story based on an innocent black boy
His name was, is and always will be
Kalief Browder
On March Seventeen on St. Paddy's Day
Finbar and Connor drank close to the bay
they ate green saltines
and caught wild sardines
but without any jacks, they couldn't stay
they whized and staggered up dingle harbour
sat at the marina, and ate hot spicy chowder
they whistled and sang
while their stomachs? oh dang !
out to the jack, they pushed it out farther
Finbar and Connor off to Dingle, County Kerry
to join the big parade of pompous dignitaries
light and airy feeling Holy
tooting out just like a Dooley
the day just fell away like wind in the prairies.
Feb. 26, 2021
Relaxing at Ye Olde White Horse Inn in quaint St. George's Towne,
I enjoy another rum swizzle as I watch the crimson sun go down!
Its rays cast a blush of red on fleets of sails cruising St. George's Harbour.
The soothing hiss of waves salve my soul as they roll t'ward the shore.
A magnificent display of varicoloured clouds tint the restless sea.
I sense that the Master Artist has painted this scene exclusively for me!
The rhythmic strains of calypso music wafts across the smooth lagoon.
Soon this paradise will be caressed by the mellow rays of the moon!
I amble up Shinbone Alley to the top of Fort Victoria Hill for to see,
A final glimpse of that ancient orb as it slowly sinks beneath the sea!
I meander back down Olde Maid's Lane to the Carriage Shoppe for tea,
At a quayside table to savor my beautiful Bermuda sunset reverie!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
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”.
The night sinks into a sleepy spell,
like a wanderer lost in the intoxication of opium.
Woven from restless threads of fire,
a landscape of artificial memories rises.
With shattered faith, I search again
for tender, illusory lips,
Yet every touch becomes a cactus thorn
breaking through desert stone,
and on my parched chest
a scorching blaze roars on.
With sky-sized thoughts, I once held
the world within my palm,
the same hand that carries the ache of gentle sorrow,
the same hand that keeps the tireless memory
of touching you,
My lifelong devotion to love.
O weary life, indifferent whim,
Do not let me fade away.
There is still something left
of all I’ve sacrificed.
Grant me, at last, a taste of fulfilment.
In shrinking and changing,
I lost myself and became a vein beneath the skin.
A miraculous maze swirls around me
in a world steeped in prejudice.
I am absorbed in uprooting
the hidden senses of a sky full of stars.
My own thoughts grow greedy for me,
a wavering silence in the hollows of the heart…
A night drunk on desire,
moonlight glistening like rhythm in my pulse.
My bashful, beloved body twists itself
around my two legs.
Through the stillness breaks a pungent,
burned scent, slipping into every crease
of my panting breath.
At the festival dusk descends
a subtle, saddened longing,
and the harbour of my heart
flutters with restlessness.
The moss-covered, lively grasshoppers of emptiness
are exiled today, withdrawn.
Youth, drunk on the wine of night,
casts off its homely burdens
and reveals time’s three faces.
With its beak lifted, it crosses
the rambling city of confusion,
and even streaming rains
cannot wash shame away.
The inevitable self moves through all of it,
like a ripened body
in Chaitra’s harvest fields.
The intoxicated night devours me whole.
From life’s canvas,
luxurious dreams tumble down in heaps.
The marketplace of the world moves on
by its own laws of immortality,
and the opium-drenched night
keeps me spinning in eager dreamlust,
in the naked deceit
of bewildered memory.
Note:
Chaitra- the dry season month in the Bengali calendar.
Hitchhiking by blurred station generic
Gypsy Flora slips anonymous, gravel
Grinds her heart of garbage, barbaric
Buried skeleton stirred, further travel
Ticket to Keep It Secret
Scarred in fish guts grubby, harbour
Heaves its putrid out to sea, amnesia
Avails an arbour over bleak macabre
Mutineer hurled ragdoll dumb, seizure
Saline dreams Dali delirium
Draped clock face, Flora's flailing coma
Collides with shore, format felicitous
Ferocious ocean spews sweet soma
Segued fortunate Flora duplicitous
Digs over fingers scratching
Sea sparks zesty spirit, crystal clairvoyant
Clavicle thrummed during tumble turquoise
Touched pitching ceiling, delight buoyant
Blackened flotsam, frivolous foam destroys
Destined to nest content
29th March
Redefined