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Drowning
What is it about falling in love
that makes us an emotional mess?
Even those as innocent as a dove
are too often put to the test.
I was one who took that leap
and made real the fantasy I bore.
I fell in love, abysmally deep
with a man I did long adore.
I didn't fear the depth of my fall
from the height of an amorous cliff.
No. What frightened me most of all
was living with wondering, "What if..."
What if I'd never taken the chance
to feel the warmth of his loving arms,
or not knowing the rhythm of our dance?
Wouldn't that have done me more harm?
I lived with the joy of him, only in a blink,
sailing through life in lighthearted days.
Our ship sprung a leak and began to sink.
Yet, with my captain, I decided to stay.
I lingered, though often longed to give up,
but my mutiny would've left him alone.
His orders were cruelest when in his cups...
more painful than the break of my bone.
I lived in wait, while drowning in sorrow
'til I knew the time had come to jump ship.
I kept thinking, I'll tell him tomorrow
but those words remained frozen on my lips.
I lived for months with the shallow hope
that he'd become the man I used to know.
I held on, one hand tethered to the rope
I'd have to cut when at last I turned to go.
He's in deep waters for I could not save
the man I thought would be my destiny.
I reached out to him, trying to be brave,
but he faltered and turned away from me.
To keep from drowning, I swam ashore.
There was nothing more I could do.
My cries, louder than the ocean's roar,
for a love once cherished, now gone askew.
Trembling, I stood and as I walked away,
I turned, searching each crested wave.
I prayed he would surface again one day
before he drank himself into the grave.
It wasn’t me that said I’m going to build a great wall
I’ll make Mexico pay! Now that takes gall
It wasn’t me that took millions from the NRA
Now he’s in their pocket and can’t take any guns away
It wasn’t me that promised new laws today
Then tomorrow forget what I had to say.
It wasn’t me that said I’d run into a school to face a gun.
When I had five draft deferrals to stay at home and have fun
It wasn’t me that everyone around, had to bail
Smart people jump ship to stay out of jail
It wasn’t me that cried Witch Hunt or Fake News
When I was cornered and didn’t want to lose.
It wasn’t me for who his advisors lied
Just to cover up things he wanted to hide
It wasn’t me that let my friends and relations
Take money and advantages of others nations
It wasn’t me that set myself up to fail
And now needs to be run out of town on a rail
3/3/2017
Collaboration with Sonny Roper a retired U.S. Navy military veteran
Deep freeze
Help please
Man down
Sea drown
Ice float
Wreck boat
Sink fast
Top mast
Life vest
Chance best
Search team
Bad dream
Storm front
Harms hunt
Cold air
Look there
Save who
Those two
Frost bite
All night
Wind roars
Rain pours
May day
Hope pray
Ships chance
Last dance
Some died
Most cried
bmdavey@10/31/17
The cauldron sizzled when she added stink wood twiglets
threw in an old sandal and stirred the pot in elegant poise
When she stoked the fire by the quay of mixed pleasure
the platinum boiler outshone the lighthouse and gave hope
to pirates who filibustered merchants high on foul trade
With a shuddering quiver the harridan inhaled the scent
of frog legs and molluscs stir fried in sea weed and fear
which filled the air with the quaint fragrance of revenge
‘I am a seductress with my sweet perfume second to none
need no cabal or macho clique to induce justice and peace
Mercantile vessels sink to rock bottom where they belong’
The ocean master’s quandary blasted a troubling dilemma
for she was fair and offered one last chance to jump ship
‘Abandon abomination and slavery and join me at the stake’
Penance could be bought with gold coins and honest rosaries
for in this instance the good lady followed hallowed tradition
Once in hell’s heat Satan would absolve evil and godly delusion
roast the perpetrators like marshmallows draped in snake skin
An aroma of violation trespassed between bargains and pleas
and kindly the intoxicating fumes softened agony and betrayal
‘I shall reckon ashes and pulverized bones to the next menu in kind’
08th February 2021
I haven’t written a fiddle-faddle footle in a while. Here goes:
flotsam
bought some
floating
doting
for miles
exiles
flash scenes…
careens
ah trees…
no…bees!
coasting
ghosting
swirling
whirling
fish fly
oh my
up creek
looks bleak
fiddle…
diddle
faddle…
straddle
fiddle
twiddle
faddle -
paddle?
big scream
no dream
jump ship
don’t slip
soft land
life’s grand
my feet
take seat
debris
past me…
i sleep
dream deep
3/15/2022
About time,
I've paid my dues I've crossed the line,
This moment I thought would never come,
Is in my grasp, the deed now done.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my Mum,
But all that passed would surely stun
Even a saint or the Lord above,
So tiring being an aimless dove.
Now I'm ready to take the world by storm,
Show them my worth, no longer act forlorn,
The wife I always wanted by my side,
I can finally get into my Kingly stride.
The Little niggle that remains,
Harry's willful character that pains,
I've summoned experts to hear what they might say
To finally obtain a sample of his mysterious DNA.
I'm not claiming he's not mine,
But as Americans would shout, ‘I wouldn't bet a dime’,
Thank goodness I've got my other boy,
A stand-up chap that brings me nothing but pure joy.
As to Camilla, my soulmate from the start,
From whom they never could tear me far apart,
She now stands by me as my Queen,
You saw me beam with joy like a lovestruck teen.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm painfully aware my reign may not be long,
But while I'm here, I plan to make my mark,
Understanding this job is no cakewalk in the park.
I've got the Aussies wanting to jump ship.
The Canadians on their own perennial trip,
The Scots plotting for a Clansman King,
And Parliament seeking me do next to nothing.
Yet I've got a plan,
Something that will surely stun,
Become a multimedia star,
And thus take them all across the bar.
I can jig, dance and sing,
Fly helicopters, do pretty much of anything,
Plant trees, help save our World
How can all of this be thought absurd.
Politicians just blow smoke,
Send their countries near flat broke,
I instead bring Billions in
Collecting smiles from wheresoever I have been.
That said let me enjoy my moment in the sun,
Reflecting on all that's been and done,
My resolve is firm, my duty clear,
My life's work is aimed at all, both far and near.
So rest easy, enjoy the ride,
Sailing smoothly on a flowing tide,
Over a thousand years in the making
My oath is one of giving and not taking.
Art called out leave all you are doing
Art called out to me follow me now
Art called my name let me show you
Art said to me please follow me Jonah
Hold the pen once more
Visualize once more
Inspire once more
Do write once more
Art said to me
To Taasis do not go
For there only loss
Will you count
Embrace your calling art
Keep the pen scribbling
Do not neglect your gifts
Art did call out to me
For my pen had grown idle
As a fatigued body
Succumbed to deep sleep
Eyes unable to stay open
Art called out my name Roi
Do not forsake your gift
Do not neglect your calling
Jump ship i will hold you
#Rebirth of roy
Code 254
I once took a peer pressured pill that sent me in to a hypersensitive thrill. A smiley faced white pill , I was forced to endure to not be labelled a buzz kill. After the effects started to kick in my body began to sway, hallucinations of demons closed in on me which I could not fight away. I was a souls trapped in a human body trying to jump ship, my skin burned to the surface whilst my stomach did a back flip. My peers laughed at me whilst I lost my mind, some tried to take advantage of me on the dance floor with a grind. I felt helpless like I had no control, and I had shed my skin I left my body on the floor she was oh so thin. One tiny pill took my life I followed the reaper to the golden gates whilst he gripped his scythe. Don’t do drugs they take your humanity, addiction paid its price and cost me my sanity
She tried to get my attention a number of times
But It was not possible because
I was a country or two away
Wearing brown leather swashbuckler pants
White billowy blouses, and multi-buckled boots,
Fighting pirates with Sabers.
I was mighty and terrifying.
Hearing my war cry turned their blood to ice
Which is why I did not have to stab them
All I had to do was wave my sword around
And scream and they would jump ship
And get eaten by sharks or swim to land
Pride oozed out of me as I heard my battle cry.
Student me replaced pirate queen me hard and fast
When I heard my peers laughing
Apparently the teacher was not amused by a battle cry
In the middle of her boring math lesson
A Pirate Queen serving detention?
Unfortunately it happens
We boarded the soulful train at birth.
We grasp our family will be our vassal.
Both of our parents will starve to death.
No one escorted us toward the gravel.
Our parents will debark from the train later.
Hence we're left alone along this journey.
Sprung people will be joining our tabor.
Family and companions are at life's worry.
Plenty will jump ship, leaving an endless void.
Others vanish so quietly we can't notice.
It'll be a train ride of farewell and fear alloyed
We must maintain a strong host alliance.
We are uncertain of our exit in this mystery.
But should adore, excuse, and utter our aware all.
It's crucial, yet we should abandon our seats empty.
We must improve comely memories for future recall.