Long Sailboat Poems
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shines a face from faraway past - twinkling eyes,
softest smile, silky hair ....
a stylish hat, gorgeous shoes, even a glittering pendant.
so perfect ...holds my hand tight, dances a fairy-dance,
listens to stories with unperturbed attention...
dream of a teacher!
in kindergarten, surrounded by angels,
all shine like the dazzling stars in illuminated sky,
one face ...doesn’t have words to express herself,
not that she does mind.
as cheerful and chirpy as a parrot,
she utters something, with confidence,
does it make sense to the world?
wonder how the languages were created,
wonder...those signs.. who invented!
this tiny girl, floats like a sailboat,
no care in the world touches her,
has created her own language,
she tells everything she feels,
it’s we, as much as we try, don’t understand.
April 15, 2021
FIRST PLACE
For Writing Prompt "Shine" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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
SPOONING WITH PARCHED PALMS
a banquet of butterflies flutter ~
by her seaswept hair so bonnie. ~
sunshine and freckles fly free from the sky, ~
illuminating blue eyes, ~
dotting her suntanned skin. ~
a sailboat serenely knocks against the chiseled shore. ~
tartan cloth passionately charmed with cheese and wine. ~
pink blushing beach, a twinkle in his smile wants more. ~
his teeth bright as teeming waves of love’s moon shine. ~
picnic at full thrust ~
naked footprints rake through sand ~
soft music spellbound ~
chantilly lips on blitzed neck ~
seaside spooning with parched palms ~
4/4/2018
It’s All About Four/Sponsor: Broken Wings
Crystalline, Kimo, Quatrain, Tanka forms
Poetry be damned
The grey coloured straightjacket of poetry
I have, like, Houdini freed me of these shackles
flowers, loveliness and mendacities.
An unbearable burden getting buried by a ton
of rotten blooms. I am free!
Fly from tree to tree not seeing the foliage,
soar higher than anyone before so elevated,
the blue planet is a bauble on a Christmas tree.
I land in a potato field with ordinary colours and
brown soil and when flowers from Amsterdam
are in season I`m free to wade in a muddy pool,
wear yellow wellies towing on a string a tiny sailboat
that (as by magic) becomes a three mastered schooner.
All this because I ain´t no poet but a writer and can
use double negatives if I so wish
(from my book When Beelzebub Ruled)
Poetry and vignettes)
Exquisitely frail, a lone flute exhales, leaving this heart in a flutter
Cascading aloft, soft violins rise, from the flow of smooth silver rivers
Swelling the throat, sending spirits afloat on a sailboat of pure ecstasy
Transforming me now, through the mist all alone, where the music can take me away
A symphony of poems, transcends from above, where folklore and hope never ends
Soaring along, and honed from the heart, from the one who knew the divine
Yesterday's score, sublime as it is, takes me beyond today's shore
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Inspired by the music of Smetana
youtube link to music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3G4NKzmfC-Q
What got for supper man?
I got 2 quarts of stewed tomatoes
3 cups of cooked grounded pork
1& 1/2 package of taco seasoning
3 cups of cooked pinto beans
1 cup of cooked collards chopped
5 tablespoons of garlic
1 cup of carmelized onion
1 /4 cup of chopped cilantro
1/ 4 cup of lime juice
I cook it it reduce, set aside
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cook about 13 cups of rice
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Hot water cornbread
4 cups of cornmeal
2.5 cups of water
1/3 cup of sharp cheddar
1 T garlic powder
2 T of onion powder
5 T buttermilk
cook,cool,make patties,and fry!
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Cooked my cabbage in hock broth
with potatoes and carrots
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Pureed raspberry and ginger root and honey
Mixed with sprite and gin and serve.
Darling sweetie, honey bunch!
Beso, Kissey, Prettygal!
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Lonely is a man Without Love
"Quando m'innamoro"
Mixed with Samples
from "ALL Your Goodies are Gone"
Parliment......Multible Womens and Mens
she lefteded me I stayed on A Sailboat.
I rewrote several songs in
a collaberated efford .
We can up with this
track a modern Cleaner version with no
refrances to legallity.
Steering a Sailboat"
NO WINTER THIS YEAR! NO NONE AT ALL!
no winter this year, no! none at all!
the ducks dilly dally, honeybees in the fall!
my dry cleaners said "no need for your coat!
I'll get to it when, I dock my sailboat!"
anthills getting bigger, their soldiers don't hurry!
I checked the forecast, no chance of a flurry!
the blueberry tea, I've been served alfresco,
stays quite piping hot! thank you Ernesto!
my finest snow angel, about to appear,
must take a raincheck! with Santa's Reindeer!
the heavens above, must surely have reasons,
postponing ice fishing, and blurring the seasons!
I'll wait two more weeks, before I declare!
"remove thin-ice signs! steep drop-off beware!"
bunny heads
and spilled wine on the sofa
Minotaur on fire
and a raspberry doll
a sailboat in a swimming pool
and high foreheads in a park
a mime in a sand mirror
and armed homeless people
blue lips in hands
and Max Ray or Man Ernst?
graffiti in a coffin
and a skyscraper in a bottle
vegetable war
and a black hole in a pear
violin chef
and obese angels in McDonald’s
a paving on a water surface
and an auction sale in a wrong hour
colourless grass
and laughter in times of plague
fashion diarrhea
and a cow in a dance dress
black winter sky
and Cabaret Voltaire forever
dark red absinthe
and a hundred-year-old fisherman on top
murder on a chessboard
and dinosaurs in New York
cosmic mixer
and a smell of lemon fields
amarylis inside out
and a toddler in a sea shell
snow under the bed
and an orchestra at Mount Everest
space shuttle on the beach
and a night under her skirt
a steel ropewalker
and a flea in a golden cage
nice gesture under the reading glass
and a zip on the back door
calm west
and a key to deceased stars
labyrinth of cards
and a 2-D dinner with God (knows who)
all this and more
another time.
* I
see
waves
rolling in
interrupting
the horizon line
the winds picking up
my sails with sky combine
like a comet in the vastness
of space I am a speck in the sea
drifting endlessly, as humble as I
could ever imagine to be, to know
I may disappear in a moment is as
freeing as it is chilling, fleeing land
with water spilling onto my feet. will
it
be
my last voyage or the first of many a quest. seeing
mother nature at her best. An overwhelming of
serenity. Here I am anyone, without a need
for identity, as my foundation shifts
swiftly, I sail away. Happily adrift
Verse 1:
Asked the hangman, “How they hangin’”
He didn’t even crack a smile.
Said, “Boy, the court is not in session.
You’re gonna have to hang around awhile.”
Pre-chorus:
Then there I was walking down the street
Shootin’ the breeze with Pistol Pete
We jumped in a sailboat to take a ride
But we had to jump off ‘cause the wind had died.
Chorus:
Things can change when you build new fences
Things can change when you tear old fences down
Gotta watch out for those consequences
A small mistake can make for shaky ground
Bridge:
Hold your horses, Palamino Joe
you've been to places you shouldn't go
the NSA and the FBI
they've decided you've gotta fry
Repeat Chorus.