Long Sail Poems
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I truly can't believe what I am really seeing.
In the shadow darkness is there a shadowed being.
Open my eyes as wide as can be, to illuminate the night.
Questioning my wavered sanity, which brings up this fight.
Is what I hear from something near, a real like human voice?
I listen in when it begins, I no longer have a choice.
I can clearly hear within my own open ears.
Pushing on my thoughts, consuming intruding fears.
If I ever catch it in the act, this fu*ker shadow that won't move an inch.
When I watch, wait and listen, my jaws they begin to tightly clench.
But deep within my mind, I know the difference of, that in which I question.
Cause in reality and in daylight I realize it's of my own invention.
I need to regain control,
Take the pills that let me know.
That its all in my head.
But it always forms itself when I'm lying in bed.
I know I heard it aloud and clear, exactly what it spoke.
The fact that I am schizo, even without the puddled choke.
It's all so mucked up, these voices sound exactly like someone I heard before.
Almost like a few of my close friends, speaking beyond a closed door.
Talking about things in demeaning words, a conversation that has intention.
But I question the reality of the whole thing, cause I know it's my dementia reflection.
I shouldn't contemplate the silence within my mind.
Cause each time I drift off in a daze, that's when I will find.
That these voices of the internal realm.
Are really just me behind the helm.
Dwell on a spell, I fell in a well, the bell wrung in hell, so I sail with ale, and smell this tale, Then tell this to quell, and as always prevail, prevail, prevail.
Kathy Hochul took the reins,
Governor of the Empire State,
Promised fairness, promised change,
But for hope, you have to wait.
(chorus)
Kathy Hochul, you may get the vote,
But NY can't sail if you sink the boat.
You tell us it's patriotic that we should pay,
But taxes and crime drive the base away.
She started a fund for minorities
The drug war hurt them a lot
So now we'd have cannabis equity
funds to help them sell pot.
Pronouns changed in college dorms,
Nonbinary identity got a name,
An "X" upon official forms,
If you're not a man, and not a dame.
A fund for transgender types
You might wonder what's the need:
You might develop gripes
When you see the budget bleed.
Jobs for migrants, sanctuary laws,
No vetting at the gate,
But Republicans shouldn't stay
Their values don't match the state
Cash bail had to disappear,
That's what justice requires,
Critics warned of streets of fear,
But she threw gas on the fire.
(bridge)
A cop was killed by a repeat offender,
His family dressed in black,
Policemen booed her at the wake
She didn't have their back
"Incarcerated individuals,"
The new phrase was decreed,
Two short syllables became ten,
For a progressive creed.
Health care should be 'single payer.'
Voters should not need ID.
Demanding this was a burden
For an unschooled minority..
We have labels, funds, forms, and tax
But deeper troubles grow,
And every year more neighbors ask
If it's time for them to go.
You could be minority, you could hate ICE.
You could vape, your gender could be "X"
At the end of the day, do you thrive?
Ask Kathy Hochul for a government cheque.
Approachable the heavens,
upon mound of heightened sphere,
bid you closer to the atmosphere.
Starlight in singsong.
Lungs of operetta moon strong.
A white veil cascades over your intricate ark.
You sail the calm seas of blue
with heaven’s spectacular crew.
The open jars of lightning bugs.
Sunflowers on bended knees.
Your eyelids in crescentic freeze.
Dreamy colors inflame your mind,
as the days playfulness you rewind.
Sweet infusion of colors collaborate ~
watermelon, honeydew, and lemon.
The flicker of twilight slowly fades.
Daylight wanes behind your shades.
3/7/18
Vermillion Scythe’s Lullaby In The Sunset Contest
If I were a bird
every feather would be preened and light,
singing sweet tweeted songs to my delight,
I'd take to the trees silent and unheard
flit and flutter to my heart in midday light,
free as any bird
floating caw-less
lightweight, airy and cautious,
eyeing the earth below as flawless;
I'd sail the sky, touch the clouds,
a sparrow or bluejay, no something greater, more proud,
not an eagle or a falcon or some bird of prey across the seas and bay
but a gull, a seagull, white and gray,
flying out to sea
casting an eye on oceans beneath me;
alas, it is but a dream
sadly I screech the seagull screams
and back to the parking lots for bread and french fries
where i barely hear the ocean waves cry.
Mystic Rose's contest if I were a Seagull
'Sea calls me to sail on amorous flow.'..... Poet
Sailing in Sea
Sailing in sea on my speed boat
in frolic fun aiming no port.
Dear! Please come with me to support.
I wish to be close with my sweetheart.
In my speed boat going to sea
to float in fervor not to flee,
sinking in your blue eyes on glee.
wish your closeness not to be apart.
My speed boat to swing, oscillate
Turbulent waves to propagate.
Emotive urge not to vacillate.
Dreamy desires active and smart.
My speed boat dancing up and down
Pearly foam adorns you with crown.
It’s not trivial : Don't make frown.
We will take oath not to depart.
08/22/21
Re edited on 07/26/22
Sailing
Contest by Julia Ward
In the early
morning hour
enjoying earth and hour
even writing in the faint light
The birds speak
Sweet peace here
To all who will listen
I only recognize
The sound of the Gull
Those that are in flight
Speak to me
Did God program joy
into their ability to fly?
Do they long each morn
to catch a breeze and sail?
Do they chirp in Joy?
First the Seagulls dot
the sky coming from the south
headed north..
Then the heavy odd-shaped
Pelicans(that is like the pot calling the kettle black)
fly low over the nearly calm waters
headed to north end of the isle
What if I could join their flight?
Seagulls must be early risers
Out to get the best spots on beach
or to get the best food scattered on shore
Pelicans must be night owls
they fly low like a slow sunrise
taking their time to reach their
little piece of property up north beach
Now earth and sky seem to meet melting into each other
The moisture laden air seems to saturate my being
What a morning to enjoy God's Good Earth....
Sponsor: Nikko Palmario
Contest: Beyond Earth and Hour Writing Challenge
Hint for saving the earth: Use salt and lemon to clean pots and pans....
Dip into the sea of thoughts I wish
Wish to pick up the pearl
But in influence of work day to day
All those goes to null.
In terrible I wish to sail the boat
In tornado and storms
Where the humanity falls
Inferior and all out of norms.
Where the monster on purpose
In worship of destruction
I wish to take arms in hand
To kill all such humiliation.
I wish to.............. I wish to..............
I wish to implant love in mind
Where the delirium is breaking the bind
Is rooting out
Nest about to ruined.
I wish to.............. I wish to..............
Dip into the sea of thoughts I wish
Wish to pick up the pearl
But in influence of work day to day
All those goes to null.
Percy the peacock flaunts his colored tail,
Spreading gold wings like a Japanese fan
To excite a mate, a future peahen
Along the hall where children watch him sail.
Once, thrice, Percy struts a handsome display
With eyes blue, he looks around for a pick.
And ladies murmur of avian topic;
While they form a circle nearing his way.
The prettiest one robed in aqua-green
Shows interest while Percy loudly drools,
That flappers open acting super cool!
Brilliant her poise, tall as he, and serene.
Ready to capture his one, perfect bride
Wham! Percy flops on the hall’s wet cement.
An honest proposal almost denied,
But maiden takes the chance, how heaven sent!
Animals Alive Contest of Carol Eastman
7/18/2014
nette onclaud
Despite emotional, financial, grammatical...
any woe that doth assail
whereat early in the
morning until late at night tub bail
sinking craft, not possible
(essentially 24/7), I bewail,
where the fickle finger
of fate stationed me in life,
as if groping in the dark
unfamiliar with Braille
at heart though - directly predicted
on how yours truly did curtail
requisite healthy development of
body, mind, and spirit, yes analogous
to a train tragically did derail
in a near fatal
(scores of years ago) accident
(sorry no gory detail),
yet the impact still sorely felt
(argh...eek...ouch...all pains dovetail
actually more like subduction,
(way more powerful than deleting email),
sans plate tectonics geomorphism process
(a lengthy missive would entail)
full scale explanation, okay
in a figurative nutshell this, male
long (winded) fellow cannot Atlas
shrug off the belief he did fail,
and hopelessly embarked on
impossible mission to secure the Holy Grail
this state of mind linked to many pursuits
that metaphorically did fishtail
many objectives abandoned
finding me to flail
convincing myself at a
tender age incapable NOT gale
lent academically, athletically, avocationally...
thus many personal enterprises
witnessed a scared boy, hence best to hightail
further progress without testing potential,
I often ruminate, how aye did hobnail,
viz self imposed aversion to risk
on par with the most fortified jail
and one circumstance that
expunges burdensome junk mail
occurs basking under spray
as warm water doth prevail
cleansing, kickstarting, and
rejuvenating (albeit temporarily)
though some hours later...
back to choppy waves and torturous sail.
Could it be
cause if it is
your with me
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Twinkle: twinkle twank!
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the boat was on sail
the scayle was digatal
the trout was poached
and she was the poacher
the rhino's are forbidden to
poachers
are you a poacher.
what thyme is it?
where did all the time go.
My silly mind.
Is that mine?
extracting minerals from mine:
or extracting minerals from the mine?
The leeks,
it leaks.
peas these his peas
where the take was found.
green, big green peas
the largest peas around.
who eye's peas
the black eye peas,
sweet peas too. skirt steaks, my steaks
there in mushroom.
I am husband not wife
spouse to the lday who's
married to me.
I am wife not husband
I married this man
this man married me
she wants him to love
she loves the other her
she said she aint got much
on loving
but the money can make her smile
he heard what she said
and they were together
she became pregant with a child
she likes being p@rned
but loves her to be intermate
that gonna jive
that parts we
can forget.
clearveiw Manor is
a fictional
City in the Provence of the reunited Country.
there is where our soap opera is situated.
you couldn't find a date in a fig newton!