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She sat on a small window bench
Her head resting on her hand
Looking out into the dark glooming
As the silvery moon rose to shine
On the rippling waves of the bay.
It seems she was winkling at her.
Telling her not to give up hope,
On the horizon sailed a large boat.
A red light flashing every now and then.
Was it in distress? Was there something wrong?
She phoned for help the harbour manager of the bay.
Soon small ships raced to the yacht,
The captain cursed himself for forgetting the flares.
Still with help of all, the yacht was towed to harbour
And all was safe and sound.
The feverous glow of growing sunrise,
Reminded the captain to thank his rescuer.
And what a sight it was to see the beauty
Spying on her luxury yacht.
She was invited to dinner on the boat
And love was in the air. And why not?
She was a Venus descended from up above.
I watched a caterpillar
As it crawled across the road,
And realized fear was not a part
Of its genetic code.
At least I do not think it is,
For really, I can't know.
That caterpillar's pace, however,
Seemed to be quite slow.
The traffic's very light most times
Yet still, some cars go by;
And if the timing isn't right,
That creature's bound to die.
It moseyed on its little feet
As I walked by in wonder
If it would safely get across
Or else be ripped asunder.
A car sailed past, but I'd moved on;
I kind of held my breath,
Not knowing if a tire might have
Squished my friend to death.
I didn't check, for after all
I would have been too late.
I guess all Nature's creatures
Always tempt the hand of fate.
Little Miss Muffet,
Sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
When along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
She was frightened so bad,
She forgot that she had,
The food still in her hand.
She tripped on the stair,
And sailed through the air,
Flew five feet before she’d land.
She started screaming and crying,
Like she was probably dying,
Her wailing could be heard everywhere.
When her mom came running out,
To see what all the fuss was about,
She approached the young girl with care.
Muffet lay on the ground,
Her face in a frown,
And a bowl of sour milk in her hair.
I have to confess,
There’s no moral I guess,
If there was one, it would be that life isn’t fair.
With grandpa on the Thames to fish,
Our boat sailed north like a Croc,
Meandering brackish waters,
Waiting for a feast of catfish.
Pike, perch, and zander were grandpa's wish;
Barbel, carp, chub, and bream his catch.
Halibut and cod were my desire,
Their flavours always buttering my palate.
The fun was full,
Until a Croc rose for our catch,
Its eyes fixed on my shiny leg,
As if one bite could sate its hunger.
I trembled at its timid stare,
Unaware it was hypnotizing me.
I tapped grandpa and whispered, "See a Croc…"
His fearful shout sent it fleeing.
Then I realized how poor grandpa’s eyes were;
My youthful sight saved us from the Croc—
Grandpa might have filled its appetite,
While I became its appetizer instead.
I am the greatest adventurer the world will ever know,
Just take my hand and off we'll go.
I have been to the mines of Moira,
To the very center of paranoia.
I have been to London and France,
I highly recommend it if you get the chance.
I have been on crime cases that would make your skin crawl,
I have spoken Elvin, Dwarfish, and with a Southern drawl.
I have traveled the world and have seen what only a few can imagine,
I have visited times of great plague and came back without a single contagion.
I have been to the great city of Oz,
Over and over I have fought for the rebel's cause.
I have sailed from sea to shining sea,
I have been imprisoned, I have been set free.
I have been to the Emerald Isle,
Been paddled on a throne across the River Nile.
I have battled fallen angels and demons by the ton,
Never giving a second thought to safety, never feeling an inkling to run.
I have met fantastic creatures far and wide,
With a few persisting I should be there bride.
I have fallen in love by the light of the moon,
I have had death promised to me sooner than soon.
I have given in to the monster within,
I have loved women, I have loved men.
I have learned how to be docile, I have learned to be a fighter,
I have learned when to loosen the rope, when to make it tighter.
I have learned when to die, and when to kill,
When to yell, and when my tongue should be still.
I have lived by lakes,
And felt winter's first snowflake.
I have lived in castles and in shacks,
I have fought the law and fallen through the cracks.
I have lived in mansions on hills,
I have watched flowers bloom on naked window sills.
I have traveled to planets people didn't know exist,
I have accomplished every single item on my bucket list.
I have visited the moons of Jupiter and Mars,
I have suffered both physical and emotional scars.
How have I done these impossible things you ask,
It was far too easy a task.
I simply opened a book and broke its spine,
Closed off the noise of the world, and opened my mind.
Tonight there is no telling where I will go or what I may see,
But you are more than welcome to come with me!
The blue hills from the yonder hazy horizon
undulated gently down the emerald gradient
of the rhythmic waves of the luring landscape,
that carved the contours of the charming hamlet
where my endearing home was once cradled,
nurturing me in the bounty of beguiling nature.
The fairy flotilla of the cotton clouds,
making pristine celestial panorama, slid silently
upon the curved canvas of the cerulean sky,
where my childhood joy soared to great heights
with the colorful kites I loved so much to fly.
A gleaming stream gliding in ebullience
with the glistening liquid pearls of elegance,
flowed with the flamboyant facade of silvery splendor,
bedecked our sprawling house with an ornate garland,
made of embracing loop of mesmerizing meander.
On its rippling water passing me by I sailed
the paper boats tinged with the rainbow colors,
that glided wobbling on the current’s tortuous trail.
On these to a distant unknown dreamland
I imagined my mariner mind would sail unbound,
suffused with the teenage trance.
The boats disappeared in the cleft of memory
with the receding ebb of the lost time,
those adorable tender moments gone by
I now live in the twilight hours with my inner child.
September 9, 2021
Contest : Your Inner Child
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
we bob in high seas
of discontent
like Melville's atonement voyage
we ask ourselves if waves we breach
can ever be tamed in time
for women like you and men like me, Ahab and Ishmael are we
is there time to save this world?
the ending we know is clear
we've seen it all before you sailed
man's greed has turned to fear
there's one last chance we dare to take
before the end is near
cast myopic spectacles
from hedonistic face...... join in the last
true worthy cruise
to
save
the
human
race
Godfearing grandpa died over two decades ago,
he had an adventureous spirit bolder than any explorer of long ago;
and in his many voyages: from tumultuous Argentina
to Canada and America...he immensely missed
his faithful and beautiful blue-eyed wife Maria...
and when he dreamed of that face he once caressed,
tears flowed thinking of her with a man's desire,
which too often he bore throughout his dire...
and he could have found a companion, but he resisted that urge
by opening the Bible to remind him of his refuge.
That large barn, which echoed with the peasants' voices and songs,
was the labor of their callous hands storing hazelnuts, chestnuts, grapes
and grains to be sold in the town's market square...all that was his pride and joy;
and what made those long furrows with vines so bountful?
Their source was a river flowing through those well-kept farms,
nourishing them with its fresh waters that at times proved to be
very disastrous and fatal when its banks filled to capacity
when floods occurred making him sad, but seldom he lost hope...
as he glanced far, dreaming of sailing beyond the crimson horizon.
Godfearing grandpa was never stouthearted, he firmly believed in Divine Mercy.
Godfearing grandpa sailed from the Bay of Naples
on a ship cramped with thousands of desperate immigrants,
to seek fortune outside Italy after Mussolini seized power;
and he didn't curse his native soil for making him leave,
but kept on loving it with same ardor of his youth.
" I will return to my land and my barn as empty as a shell,
dreaming of stacking it with those crops ready to be gathered...
I will smell the ripe apples, the juicy grapes, the yellow pears,
the plump oranges with their strong scent in the crates made of oak!"
He solemny shouted to the reddest sky overlooking his rosy barn.
In the splendorous sky of my ardent heart,
shimmering with lazuline glow of indigo art,
as you gleamed like the tinsels of the moon,
I tried to absorb your sapphire sheen hewn,
but you drifted away slowly out of my sight
from sequined sky I shaped for you with delight.
In the lilac bay of roses within my lavender heart,
you charted a turquoise course for me to dart.
I sailed on aquamarine dream in its tortuous trace,
discerned the garnet glimmer of my love encase
the mesmeric embrace of the blooming rose,
its perennial patina on your florid face eternally froze.
From the ebony edge of the languished life’s night,
storm clouds surged with thunder of dismal plight,
broke my sky of yearning into dispersed blue debris.
I didn’t know how to make the buried dreams free
from despair domain, but before time came to depart,
I gathered the fragments of my shattered heart.
These turned into red rose buds, blooming one by one,
when you returned to my garden under the fervent sun.
The aura of your beauty their luring luster transmitted,
the fragrance of your blossomed love they emitted.
The curl of petals like your smile set one flower apart,
I plucked and floated it in the sea of roses in my heart.
She was a hearty lady
Who sailed the silent seas
Born to drift across the deep
Always alive with sails set to brave
The stormiest waters
The sapphire sprays that wet her sails
And promised to dispel all dread
From Blackbeard’s plans
She was strong and sailed
On waves both tumultuous and rough
Abiding her time in the depths
Of a sea alive with fresh dreams
And feelings of courage and extreme
Anguish felt by the broken seafarers
Blackbeard would take all his trophies
With this beauty named Queen Anne’s Revenge
Giving into the forces of a nature packed
With absolute evil it would seem
In the heart of Blackbeard, there would be
No remorse or regret
Only the assurance that he was
Felonious on the high seas
A wicked villain who only knew
The way of the lawless
A pirate notorious for his ways
A Noteworthy Ship Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
October 17, 2021