Long Sailboat Poems

Sharing my translation of a famous poem (Sadharan Meye) written by Rabindranath Tagore, who won Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. It's one of his story-like poems, written in Bengali, which is one of the...

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The Call

For as long as I can remember, I have been phoning my mom. Even before leaving home when I was a teenager. Whenever I had good or bad news, it was just natural for...

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Moe
Larry
Curly

Shep 
Joe

This Three-Fifth Stooges moron quartet
are brain-slow slugs you don’t wanna IQ know

Just sitting on a milk crate,
waiting outside of the MGM studio gate
Moe, Larry and Curly passed my way

They were yukking it up,
talking clown...

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The True Story Of Ariel

You know the story 'bout Ariel
The one that’s on the Disney cereal
Who came to the happy soppy ending
With the prince and herself winding up kissing?

Well, it’s about time you knew the...

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I had never before glimpsed the sea, and I had often felt the lack,
As rainbows sense the lack of luster, so they keep on coming back.

I dwelled in a pastoral area, quite far from any...

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I know it’s easier to catch a breeze or two, once we have been around the bend. We should take the time to watch the leaves among the trees every now and then. We should...

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Still, halfhearted I see, for a blossoming may
I am an audacity, yet underneath in serenity, oddity
I shall be someday, grandiose, someone
I shall be, some day, like my father
My sibling, if reluctant or so,
willy in taming...

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IN THE SPRING OF '1999' I WAS LIVING WITH MY DAUGHTER and HER FAMILY IN BLANCHESTER,OHIO. THE HOUSE WE LIVED IN WAS A NICE PLACE, BUT WE DIDN'T HAVE A SCREEN DOOR and SO WE...

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She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her...

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many miles I have rome
and called many boats a home
they've taken many place
to meet alot of faces
I lived different lives
with three lovely wifes

the first on I met at a red light
got her pregnant that night
all...

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'Crashing'....Into the rocks....

I stare, until a light mist

Gathers itself within my eyes

I gance to my left, towards the cove

A sailboat sailing, just beyond an empty shore

I peer, I stare, but, 'She' is not there

I resend...

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Grace Harbour
First into Grace Harbour
Me in classic sailboat
At anchor alone
In Desolation Sound
Where silence reveals the place
And the world is bigger
Because I can hear its’ vastness
It’s Bioacoustic diversity
Seals surface, gulls dive, water ripples.
A breeze in a...

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Bermuda Triangle

This event was terrifyingly true,
Out in Atlantic, on the ocean blue.
It was ‘81, after we left Fort Lauderdale,
Hoping for happy Bahamas vacation tale
Aboard chartered sailboat, ketch of 52 feet,
Even air conditioned for the Florida...

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At the water’s edge I stood.

Oh my heart was invigorated to see the soft ripples in the water.

There was a warm breeze that also moved my hair.

I felt the Lord’s presence all around me.

I took...

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“Abandon ship and from her flee
Better her than all be lost to sea.”
“First Mate, be rendered silent,” is the captain’s plea
“Dear crew, I beg, depart not, stay along with me.”

But Admiral calls from ships numbered...

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He would often wonder why he was so blue.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong
But often he got a feeling, like he had the flu.
He felt empty and spent, certainly not strong.

Sometimes he would catch...

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Lift anchor and slowly you drift out to sea
Your back is turned to the land
The creak of the sailboat, the crystal-blue sky
Behind you- you still see the sand
You've been there and done that but still...

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Everywhere she went
She sprinkled some ashes
Leaving a part of him
Releasing a bit more of her sadness
lessening that ache
as she celebrated him
remembering his goodness

I was not everywhere
still I took part in the ritual
releasing a bit of...

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—The Sense of Sight With No Ending Point—

it was early in the morning a sailboat anchored in the harbor 
awakened from the deep sweet dream yawns and stretches 
its arms to drive away black and...

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I watched the clouds in the sky move and dance above me as if they were alive, 
watching me. To me there was identity there. Not that numbers are alive or can 
move, but I...

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My life is like a sailboat,
                    Sailing on the sea.
      ...

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BLUE BY YOU

What’s Blue by me?  

Butterfly wings, 
the Blue Moth in flight,
stilettos, suede shoes, 
for dancing at night.
Moonbows and rainbows, 
in the spectrum of blue,
the eyes of your love, 
when he’s laughing at...

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A nice Freudian Quote: " We are imprisoners in the realm of life,
like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean."

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Row, row, the boat, love to feel the blast, 
Of sea wind over...

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I was sleeping in bed one sunday morn
and I was dreaming of Islands and the trees they adorn
I was on the bow of a sailboat
looking thru a brass scope

checkin out the ladies on the beaches...

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How pretty this placid sea 
appears to everyone's eyes
in the quietest morning,
not a single sail challenging 
the surf of waves rambling;
do I hear a scream
of desperation arising
from the bluest depth? 

How somber is to stare
at...

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