Long Portholes Poems

THE GRANDSHIP HISTORIA 

Come, let us explore the Grandship Historia;
taller and wider than imagination!
Our guest passes allow us to visit as it sails
on uncharted waters along the
cosmic ocean of Eternaus.

Before, in grand ship building times
formation...

Read More

Continued from Part 1

Hungary hounds harangue the highlands,
howl at skies and desert islands…
Below, unfettered carbon crows conceal the parting path she chose

Lighthouse lamps and lanterns lolling…
Mute abandoned fleets are calling…
The shallow shadowed portholes vaunt dim...

Read More

Let me tell you a story . . . 

The RMS Titanic steamship was the largest 
and most magnificent ship in the world (at the time)
high as an 11 story building 
and long as 4...

Read More

The darkness is smothering, the stress is raining heavy.
A constant pitter pattering on the roof of my thoughts. 
   Sinking into the sunken place for the lost.
Where the outcasts and down trodden walk.
   Strolling through...

Read More

17

the narrow path took a sudden turn
I pushed the main sail west
where tiny tugs push giant timbers
portside down shivering rivers
to the end of broken islands
and ravens who fall asleep
no more stealing noon day’s sun
havoc on...

Read More

Before the eye of god

Soloman bore the thunder of the crashing waves,                       ...

Read More

The grand, half-ruined Parthenon,
once a sublime, Doric grace,
Even now, in broken, stone blocks,
always takes my breath away.
The rich, classical detail,
fluted columns without plinths,
to imagine what it once was,
the mind can’t even begin…

That towering Coliseum,
the great...

Read More

Jellyfish! Who could have named you
other than a creature structured
by a cage of bone?

Opaque but transparent
your arrested evolution
lives in an alien perfection.

You abide inside the sea, yet billowing that sea
through your bald, bladder body.
Propelled by...

Read More

Docked on an opposite shore,
peering through round portholes
as the river who flowed me to different landscapes
slips past, current furious:
not quite a pleasure cruise.
No swimming pools splashing over onto the smooth wood
of a polished deck furnished...

Read More

Violet Jessop, threat ahead
Escaping Poseidon’s death toll’s
“Look after this, will you?” He said
She did, counting down the portholes

First the Olympic’s nurse enrolls
Last, the Britannic’s noon code red
Titanic claimed her shipmate’s souls
Violet Jessop, threat ahead

Miss Unsinkable...

Read More

A seaman's life

Looking at the map, I have been to most countries 
that have seaports but no time to explore work  had
to be done whether it was Monday or Sunday
I have crossed many seas. The Pacific...

Read More

Mermaids

I have seen them in
the gray, untimely dusks,
gleefully playing with lost ships
among coral rock,
golden hair tossing about
like mad witches,
as they flit in and out of
barnacled portholes.

They ride on autumn tides
near sun bleached inlets
sailing with north...

Read More

She bowed her head to the ground,
Focused on the grains of dust,
Her skin glistened in the morning sun,
Sparkling like the rarest opal to be found.

Whenever she rarely raised her crown,
I would look straight into the...

Read More

Gallop vapor folded aluminum mare resonator 
Sun spits decorative decimals bleeding metal
Scatter the hourglass pearl crown tidewater brine dusk
Tongue sings driftwood bone galleys
Captain Arcaro flew sideways through time,
his boots full of fishbones,
his teeth tuned to...

Read More

The table is laid and untouched
  Blankets of silence hold sway,
The table is laid and untouched,
  Day becomes day after day
The lamplight’s burning out. 
  The floorboards creak and shrink
The lamplight’s burning...

Read More

Into the snow white castle only tepid feet bound
Head mirror of quilted bed reflects a glimmering compound
Satin blanket spreads over each frozen mound
A blinding glare from the silted bed doth rebound
With each heavy step mist...

Read More

Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups 
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing: ...

Read More

CYBER LIFE


My stamen a purple flare of Light
lit from Galactic Sun
igniting me for an hour or a day 
a week or month, who knows ?
Portholes open ever so slightly 
     Time...

Read More

Moments become wet steppingstone
over a stream of consciousness.
At breakfast, a TV delivers omens
with a perky disposition.
Buttering grilled bread, distracted by normality,
slipping through the well-greased gears
of a self-made reality,
then a singing hint of burnt toast
ripples through...

Read More

If we have to see the fishes closer
and   immerse ourselves under the surface of things
I put on the wetsuit
The  diver's paraphernalia 
And I let myself go  to obscure distances
And think no...

Read More

4-08-2012        The Sweet Disposition
        Much higher than than clouds, where possessions are nothing but dead weight,
     ...

Read More

If one looks closely they will surely appear everywhere,
Start with the windows to the spirit for painful visions;
Those portholes of any face blinking broken at you,
Then tears that crash instead of dropping quietly.

Bursting from injured...

Read More

4-23-2012        The Stars in Your Eyes
        I see that I've changed every time I see you,
     ...

Read More

GETTING  TOO  OLD



Her story told by old charts, scattered, water-drenched. 
Portholes all broken, shaft and screw missing :  a  wreck ,
Grounded  on concrete platform  like an old man sitting...

Read More

The year I became seasick
I lived in a bungalow on the edge
of a wilderness moor.

The sky and land
grappled together
for supremacy of my soul,
Inner dogs whined,
my eyes were portholes
where cats watched
the turbulent dance
of garbled mind waves.

I...

Read More