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Charlie stepped into his sturdy little fishing boat.
He was looking forward to a lazy afternoon fishing.
It was his favourite pastime.
He fished from a lake near to where he lived.
The tranquility of the surroundings and
sound of water lapping against the boat as he rowed to the middle
of the lake gave him a sense of calm.
Charlie loved the water, but could not swim.
He was an elderly man set in his ways.
A man who lived by his own rules and beliefs,
an atheist by choice.
He refused to wear a lifejacket he found it cumbersome when he
fished.
It was a perfect day for fishing.
Charlie settled down in his little boat, cast his rod, and closed his
eyes.
Peace, Perfect Peace until suddenly he felt a sharp tug on the
fishing line, pulling him to his feet.
Charlie was having trouble keeping his balance as the boat was
rocking perilously.
A big parcel wrapped in black plastic appeared on the surface of
the lake, it was too heavy to pull onto the boat causing the fishing
rod to snap in half and the boat to capsize throwing Charlie into the
water.
Charlie was terrified as he was the only person fishing that
afternoon.
Trying desperately to keep his head above water, he yelled out as
loudly as he could, "FOR GOD'S SAKE SAVE ME."
The big black parcel drifted slowly down the lake.
GHOST, RIVER, SHIVER, MASTICATE, COLD, POMPOUS
The cold wind swirled the mist all along the bank,
The ferryman held onto the boat, whilst the gentleman walked across the narrow plank,
The man looked quite pompous as he chewed upon his pipe,
He was large and looked like a cow masticating on fresh grass, I hope the man doesn’t develop the gripe,
Then as they pulled out into the river,
And the gentleman gave one tremendous shiver,
The ferryman pulled the oars as he rowed across the stream,
But this trip is not exactly as it seems,
The question is, ‘Who paid the ferryman?’ and the gentleman can’t boast,
Because after all he was only a harmless ghost.
When death struck
I was rowing in a narrow fjord, and the sea was calm
Then the rocks fell into the water, disturbing the peace
I rowed on
Until a part of the mountain fell, forming a gigantic wave
I was lifted riding the wave and saw a village disappear.
The boat splintered, but I was safe.
I looked down into the village, people coming out, not knowing
They were dead. I saw them dissolve, becoming drips of water
Before they ran into the sea, who was the mother
I kept on walking and came to a valley of roses, and they knew nothing
Of the tragedy that befell the people in the fjord.
I built a house in the belief that here, the sea would never reach me.
Mikey, McGee and Finn
Rented a boat and jumped in
They were looking to catch some really big fish
So they rowed out a ways to begin
It didn't take long,
before, the beer was all gone
and quicker by far went the whiskey
But drinkin' and fishin'
though, and ancient tradition
can always be a little bit risky
They knew they went wrong,
with the sight of land gone
The trio felt they were in peril
so they pulled up their lines, secured all their gear
and put back the bait in the barrel
They were giving up hope
On that little row boat
When suddenly Finn sighted land
and as they got nearer, things became clearer
There, on the beach, stood a man
The man was quite small, not a tall bloke at all
Dressed in green, and sported red hair
McGee scratch his head and then outright said
"I think we've a Leprechaun here"
The three were delighted with Mike most excited
and demanded a wish all their own
McGee wasn't sure with his hands on the oars
When Mike and Finn wished their way home
Now McGee, cause he waited
all alone contemplated
"I should wish for what I hold dear"
and looking around, He was feeling quite down
Said ,"I wish both me friends could be here."
Running with Rex
I rowed a boat into a lake, to clear my head from feelling addled.
I forgot my big brown dog Rex, but after me he paddled.
A loyal shadow in the water, but my eyes just looked ahead
Rex's breath was giving out, but his spirit had not fled.
Luckily, father launched a boat from the beach.
Like a hero in a story, his strong arms did reach.
Rex scrambled into his boat, a dripping mess.
Dad gave Rex a hug, I gave Rex a caress.
Later years Rex would run with me
I thought he was lucky, I thought he was free.
Better off than being inside a house all day
like many sad pets across the USA.
We ran with the track team of Jackson High
As he ran, he wheezed, I never asked why.
We ran all alone, up the mountain of Bear.
We ran like a two-man pack, in the clear dry air.
One hot summer day, he collapsed in the sun.
Looked so bad, fear gripped me, I felt my heart run.
I doused him with water, inside and out.
Like a desperate rain, trying to end a drought.
They tell me now that this was my final blow.
The wrong thing to do, but of course I didn't know.
I drove to the vet too fast, a risk to drivers on the way.
The sky seemed black, though it was a bright summer day.
The vet took one look and told me Rex was dead.
No more memories of me, eternal nothingness instead.
I had run Rex to death for a misguided ideal.
The rest of my life, this wound will not heal.
I had to tell my dad, and my brothers too.
Dad was bitter, but there was nothing left to do.
Wasn't that I was cruel, or that I'm not nice
Life's lessons hurt the most when others pay the price.
I tried to learn life's rules, to ask what can go wrong.
To pour cold water on manic ideals, to be wise and strong.
But many times, in later years, a victim took the fall.
If you can't think ahead, you become a human wrecking ball.
1111… he says, more fun.
And last year already,
I gave him the One.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
To remember in November is the way to play…
Row row, row your boat,
Gently up a stream…
Wilson rowed, and so he knowed
And said it was like a dream…
Madison, you said, more fun…
So Grover’s clover came undone,
And Willami, the honeybee…
Well, just so you know…
SHE, played nic nac paddy wac
And when Ben got back…
A wish was Granted.
Four fun…
is just what the doctor ordered.
Jackson came and the fun began…
In thanks again,
Linkcoln brought a Ham.
George ol boy… great game today!
Come join the fun, bring along TJ!
So the fun began and the boys played ball…
The sun shined bright,
There were smiles on them all.
A Great game it was!
The ball bounced and whirled,
aTeam focused to score…
And then along came a girl.
Odd little thing… they stared in doubt.
Scratching their heads and looking about…
She wants to play?
Is that what she,
what she has to say…?
Rockin’ on her heels
And swaying back, two fours…
She Looked at them all,
And she said, “Of course”!
Through the silver bars of time, you have reason to bathe your eyes in tears,
Your soul a grain of sand in the hourglass measuring the turmoil of worlds,
I, a traveler on a ship of shadows, have been shipwrecked on shores of oblivion,
And I recognize, in the gleam of celestial recognition, my misunderstood storms.
Weep, my love, a crystal flower under the full moon, weep without cause,
Dream mists gather over the seas of yearning, where we rowed together,
My words, butterflies of ash that break their wings against the wind of silence,
Under the night's gaze, where falling stars inscribe their ephemeral promises.
Carve a path in the enchanted forest of variegated memories,
Where your bare feet dance on the carpet of soothing leaves,
I have erred, and the echoes of my mistake bloom on white branches of rowan,
Drenched in the cold kiss of the moon, a song lost in the sea of eons.
Lay your sadness on the marble steps that lead to the palace of memory,
Where each stone is a dream tumbled from the carousel of our hopes,
In our deserted kingdom, where time beats to the rhythm of prodigal hearts,
My shadowy king, I the forgotten princess, we find each other in the unseen dance of the flame.
Weep, to water the hidden garden where love still timidly blossoms,
In the depths of our secret cave, the golden fish of hope swim free,
Crafting tapestries from your breath, a living canvas of what might still be,
Oh, Time, arch yourself in reveries of beauty, over the abyss of loss,
To weave for me, in the unnamed altar, a cloak of forgiveness, astral and mythic.
The first expanse we crossed was called Delinquent Sea.
We trolled its murky depths with dreams of piracy.
Though landing swag with no regret,
Contentment slithered through our net.
We squandered all our plundered booty wantonly.
The next gulf we traversed was Inconsistent Sea.
An open-ended course with no contingency.
We took the long way ‘round the Horn
And spent the whole time watching ****,
Distracted by the hum of its monotony.
We thought to change our course, but found Complacent Sea;
Its waters smooth as glass, with less transparency.
Though there was time to come about,
We’d let the warranty run out,
Our rudder swinging on the sternpost uselessly.
When next we hit the swells of deep Despondent Sea
We wallowed in despair of ever breaking free.
But then the lookout cried, Avast!
As Noah’s Ark went drifting past;
We followed in the stink of its menagerie.
We strained against the currents of Dependent Sea.
Twas not the shortcut home that it appeared to be.
The mate was verging on despair.
He sensed rebellion in the air;
His ex-wife in the focs’l plotting mutiny.
We shot those narrow straits and entered Luna Sea;
A tempest in a teapot, no admission fee.
And when we hit the rocks and cracked,
The wreck absolved us of the act
Of sailing in each other’s wretched company.
At last I found the way to Self-sufficient Sea.
I gripped the oaken oars and rowed relentlessly.
The voyage may be hard and long,
But it should profit from a song.
Let music be in league with the conspiracy:
Sailing, sailing, sailing the seven seas…
Beyond genius
the spirit flies
Beyond genius
the mood decries
Beyond genius
no courses rowed
Beyond genius
all time disowned
Beyond genius
the map refolds
Beyond genius
a world untold
Beyond genius
the critics gasp
Beyond genius
no serpent asp
Beyond genius
the telling stops
Beyond genius
no on—then off
Beyond genius
all sight and sound
Beyond genius
the square is round
Beyond genius
no lies are told
Beyond genius
what’s new is old
Beyond genius
the heavens sing
Beyond genius
—that final thing
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015)
Long time past, I tumbled, twisted and turned
in dark space, only a speck, a conscious thought
part of a mineral mass hurtling
on a never-ending path
away from our star's radiating warmth.
In the cool darkness before
I could not see.
Taken from my spinning content,
thrust into life,
filled with wonder that I could be.
Unremembered adventures now passed
are still faint in my mind.
I cried with fear from long not being
consoled only by a warm caress.
Then my heart lifted, awakened to the evening lanterns
that illuminated my beloved Kaifeng city
my intellectual home, my Karmic delight.
Once again the cycle changed
and with it too I went.
Then the beating sun across the Nazca desert plane
as again I fell into life's first breath.
Domination over others my ego's refrain.
Powerful legs propelled my run into battle
as I greeted my next death.
Then deep in darkness, the sea around us all,
Nubian labored breath was close amidst the storm,
so hard we rowed.
A quickened pulse in fear as I gasped
and finally submitted to drink the sea.
Nothing meant anything to me,
thoughts only a blur of a dimming past.
Now, feelings persist even though
I cannot tell you why.
The new day strikes me
with a blast of light.
The now has meaning,
the after, eternally bright.
Note: Tribute poem to David Whyte, British/Irish writer, poet, thinker.