Long Sail Poems
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These months grow old
Long, dark, deep, cold
Slow draws each night
Soul craves more light
Temps plunge, heat lost
Laced glass, fine frost
Snow falls, flakes blown
White drifts, gusts moan
Chilled air, iced nips
Red cheeks, chapped lips
Wrapped in down coats
Raw breeze, sharp notes
Stone moon shines down
Paints blue, dusk's frown
Stars bright, shine crisp
Keen draught, wind's lisp
Wide brush, light splash
Milk's Way, sky's sash
Deep breath, air bites
Sky's treat - North Lights
Yet my thoughts yearn
Long days, sun's burn
Birds croon, air hums
Buds bloom, life comes
Shorts and short sleeves
Tops down, green leaves
Swim, sail, play, bike
Beach, lake, camp, hike
These long eves, run
Soon caught, warm sun
But such thoughts seem
Now ... but Spring's dream.
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I am the way that I am but it does not define me
I am a child an adolescent released from captivity
I am the brick to a wall
I am the sail on a sail big and tall
I am here this time to tell it all
I am better than I use to be
I am free
I am the anti that put bullying to shame
I am the corner who hears badgering some one's name
I am dedicated to stand when I want to fall
I am who I am I except the call
I am to speak loud and clear
I am the drum beating in the ear
I am the canal of surf and wind
I am have found a heart to mend
I am the needle with thread
I am to stitch a circle put shame to bed
I am that I am and here I am
I am the one who stands
I am the one who never was denied
i am have been talked about and lied
i am the one who was wearing a mask to
i am here to tell the truth
I am help at this time if need
I am sits here and I am is free
The time elapsed, a month gone by,
And nothing yet to show;
The question now is not why,
But how far shall I go.
My fear is growing stronger,
And still I've found no course;
So I ask now, "How much longer"?,
My sorrow is remorse.
So desperate now I raise my eyes,
and call upon His Name;
To wash away my woeful cries,
and help to ease my pain.
For it is in this time of prayer,
That I gather strength at heart;
So my sadness best beware,
That soon it shall depart.
And now it's time to raise my sail,
And take my chosen course;
So that soon I shall prevail,
No sadness, no remorse.
And so I travel faster,
with my enemies behind;
I'm wary of disaster,
So cautious is my MIND.
Storm a brewing upon the horizon,
With the Darkening of the sun
Clouds touching the sea
What next in my quest to be free
Lowering of my sail
The wind starts to wail
Coming at me
The sea
Waves so very tall
A mountain of waterery wall
For a moment my heart starts to stall.
I shiver at this sight
Turning day into night
Put my bow to the wind
I shall not bend
Face this sea monster coming at me
May end up at the bottom of the sea
Don't really care
Doesn't dare
Davy Jones
May get my bones
But I feel no fear
As this monster draws near
Lifting me so high
Seems my sailboat can fly
Salt stinging my eye
Boat jumping from wave to wave
Dancing above the watery grave
I scream with the storms passion
Which after a fashion
I was it, it was I
One and the same
In the sailing game
Fearlessly we battle ,a test of wills
A test of skills
Water slamming me back
I slip in and the wave I attack
It seems much taller than I
Once again I'm lifted toward the sky
Floating a moment in the stormy air
We were a great pair
The storm and i
Was saddened as it passed on by
Trembling and shaking
The sun starts waking
Baking
The chill from my soul
Survival was my goal
drying the skies
The wind dies
My soul flies
What a ride
The thrill I cannot hide
Riding the tide
Sea is where I roam
It's home sweet home
The Queen has a navy
That floats in her gravy,
It’s sharp and its clear,
But it’s sure tough to steer,
For the rudders get stuck
In that thick, grayish muck,
And the lads in the stern
Have a penchant to yearn
For the bright shining waters
All popping with otters,
Yet they smile as they sail past
Her Majesty’s repast,
And wink as they think
That they’d better not sink,
For if sailors go down
In the gravy, they’ll drown,
And you can’t hear them yelp
Through the lard for some help,
And therefore it’s wise
On the ship to keep eyes,
And they sail towards a biscuit
And think that they’ll risk it,
‘Midst butters and jams,
And kippers and clams,
On a crumbly crag
Raise Her Majesty’s flag,
And with hearts beating proud
Face the smiling crowd,
For a deed large or small,
It is better than all,
If it’s done with conviction,
Not merely good diction,
And protecting the table,
Or more, if you’re able,
Brings honor unseen
To country and Queen.
No body to listen, no body to hear, nobody is free,
Everyone is busy, everyone is gone, Everyone has other problems,
Well I do too, the only people who are here to hear me, I have to pay,
That's the only people who are willing to look my way.
Nobody to listen, nobody to hear me, nobody to see me, until it's too late,
It's so sad that I want some heartfelt care to heal me, but First you must be
willing to pay up some money, for they are in it for cash, well then if I say something you think is not safe, then please don't tell me I need to go get help, for that's not an option, for there's nobody to hear, see, care for me for free.
Maybe I should sail off into the sea, where I can be alone, to listen to the wind blow, hear the birds sing their songs to me, see the natures beauty, watch an eagle soar freely in the clear blue sky, for he is the most free anyone could ever be,
CAN I SOAR TO THE SKY LIKE THAT TOO?
For someone, quite naive, from a far-off village,
My first trip in Sep.1988 to the United States
Was the most memorable journey I ever undertook~
An experience etched deep on memory slates!
My life was simple, waking up to the call of roosters
Going to teach in a nearby college through a dusty road,
And coming back home to resume duty as a housewife.
Through accustomed grooves only, I always trod.
With apprehension and excitement, in equal measure,
We got ready for our first overseas trip.
Crossing oceans we have seen only on world maps,
Our flight to New York finally touched down a vast airstrip.
The first glimpse of America was an experience
Too exciting and memorable for my village eyes.
Neat roads stretched endless, skyscrapers rose high
Conversing with clouds and touching the skies.
New York stood in ritzy splendour and hoary grandeur,
A gargantuan pile of steel and granite.
It stayed an enigma on the banks of Hudson,
Lulling the waves to sleep in the evening garish light.
I watched the cities through the eyes of someone
Encountering an amazing world for the first time
During our stay, we visited many iconic landmarks
Like Disney World and the Statue of Liberty, scenes sublime.
Walking down the streets of Fifth Avenue,
Eerie sights scurried past- Male and female-
Of all climes and continents, all ethnic denominations,
All shapes, sizes and colours, in hurried steps sail
The sight of doors opening by themselves,
In shops and even in houses was a real wonder.
For the first time, I watched machines talk and robots walk.
On escalators, stepped on so careful, not to commit any blunder.
We made a trip to the famous Niagara Falls as well
From which mist rose like incense- What a wonder!
As the falls cascaded down in violent fury, singing and dancing,
We stood speechless before that endless roar of thunder.
We stayed through the month of October
And we watched leaves turning yellow and crimson
What medley of colours, we could see everywhere
Such ravishing scenes, our hearts did imprison.
Before the onset of winter, we returned.
Though visited my brother in US twice later,
The wonder of the first journey still remains green
In the quiet chambers of my memory, ever after.
Oh great protector
Of all the worlds human sectors
Rain falls on the erector scale
It came down without fail
So many of us left out to bail
Without anything to sail
Human kindness
People helping people
Without blindness
It's things like this that remind us
We will be able to put this behind us
America's spirit will get through it
The water just blew through it
Everything old and new totally screwed
Nothing could be truer
In how the winds grew
The rains came stunningly
Like a facet left running
Washed our city of Houston away
All on this 27th day of August 2017
Like Catrina, Harvey packs a punch
Put so many worlds into a crunch
Nothing left but a homeless bunch
Castaway stranded for days
People coming together in extraordinary ways
Everything we know in a complete maze
Human perseverance
Without the government's interference
We all praise our first responders
For saving so many left to wonder
Mile after mile the city has been reduced
To nothing but rubble piles
It will take a miracle and a great while
To reconcile all the lives broken without smiles
I prayed through wave after wave
Of mother natures conflict rave
That washed so much history away
With thousands of people that have no choice
But to stay and rebuild there lives day after day
The good old fashion way people helping people
Human kindness in extraordinary ways
Some people find sublime beauty
in its foaming white-caps and waves,
they look at it like a lover
who is so prone to misbehave.
They dream of riding the tall crests,
of marlin-fishing off a boat,
sitting on beaches soaking sun
until their exposed bodies roast.
They build their whole vacations ’round,
a flat, blue, and endless sea,
they may enjoy it, but I don’t,
the oceans do not call to me.
First, everything tastes funny
from even drops of salt-water,
the detritus washing ashore
is rather ugly, and disturbs.
It’s annoying to take a walk,
twisted ankles when sand shifts,
dare put any piece of food down
and seagulls will fly off with it.
If you’re tired in the water
you can’t rest of you may drowned,
and who loves the through of big sharks
grabbing hold and dragging down.
And if you’re a sailor-type,
out there working on the waves,
should something break down or go wrong
it’s not that easy to be saved.
They say there’s romance about it,
but that’s something I do not see,
storms that kill then featureless waves…
just doesn’t sound so great to me.
Every day on a metal ship,
like living inside of a vault,
air that smells like rotting seaweed,
which everyone mistakes for salt.
I even have uncles who sail
along fair New England’s shores,
a cousin worked at a sea park,
worked with whales and dolphins and more,
maybe I didn’t get the gene,
I don’t even like getting wet,
some said that I would outgrow that,
but that day has not come yet.
You can keep all your beach houses,
I have no need for them at all,
the sea, it does not speak to me,
and the oceans do not call.
The mountains though, they have me intrigued…
emotions begin to play
within one's body
sparkling
in the fountains
of life
power to generate
such a soft feeling
within the soul
you raise me up
in a beautiful wave
galloping unfurling
rolling it in front of you
the carpet red
in passion flows
upon an ocean
blue deep
i offer to you
a ship
to set sail
heading the distance
paradise island
wildest dreams
please jump aboard
my love
firstly take a sip
from one of
the finest
of wines
let the journey begin
if only i could
take you
in a circle
around the world
docked underneath
a coconut tree
just to hold your hand
in the sweetest
of dreams
touching fingers
feelings petal soft
to look into those eyes
melting upon the embers
moves emotions
within my soul
you dance
with butterflies
one can see
an ocean swelling
bursting forth
with me dropping
plus you
head over heels
hand in hand
we will walk
the path
to paradise