Long Sailing Poems
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It's raining.
Boats of thoughts are sailing.
Outside children are playing,
And enjoying.
It makes me remember my own childhood days.
Those unforgettable golden days.
Nothing to worry about,
Just play all day, scream and shout.
Only motive was to chase my own dreams,
And eat chocolates and creams.
Also everyday I used to try to have a glimpse of my own crush,
And waiting for the right time as I was in no rush.
But now things have changed.
Even people have changed.
But that is not something unusual.
Time and circumstances have changed each and every individual.
Now we just keep looking for jobs,
Ignoring our heart even if it sobs.
We all are in greed for money,
But deep inside we are frustrated and lonely.
Greed for money blinded us all,
We think it as a rise but deep inside we fall.
Even our dreams have faded away,
Now we are working like a machine everyday.
There should be a limit to our own greed.
A limit to what we need.
Because blinded by our own greediness,
We forget our own happiness.
Even though this is not the end,
But one day it will my dear friend.
Because forever is just a lie,
And one day everybody is going to die.
Thinking about it what's the point of enjoying the rain,
When there is so much pain.
After all human beings are all same,
So just make a difference in your name.
Soul's creative power bursts forth with joy
Divine consciousness within is aflame
Hardly the time to be demure or coy
Vivifying presence aim of the game
Cave of heart is open, we go therein
Dancing to the rhythm of the universe
Fire alchemical transmutes nodes within
Singing love's verse without need to rehearse
Head and heart hand in glove, heart oozes love
The three fold flame of Christ within us grows
Innocence imbibes blessings from above
Sailing blissfully in the boat God rows
Pheromones mingle, we follow the scent ~
Granting love consent, assures soul's ascent
10-December-2022
Follow The Fire Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Choices are made to fill the space,
Embrace the still small voice,
Rejoice in what it has to bring,
Cling to all that comes through,
The things you hear are true,
It truly does love you,
The best part of you,
Is hidden from view,
Smothered by all you do,
Becoming an anchor to hold onto,
Through dark and stormy seas,
Energy is creating reality,
Entities translate whats to be,
Waiting patiently to see,
The masterpiece unveiled,
Sailing an ocean of choices,
Curtailed by an inner voice,
Hoisting up the anchor,
Releasing the anger,
A stranger I must face,
Chasing away the danger,
Exchanging places,
Re arranging the space,
I choose to erase mistakes,
Retracing my steps,
Prepping for whats to come,
Welcoming something new,
A choice can change the view,
A small voice will guide you,
Before everything you do,
Chasing space through,
The choices you choose.
I took selfie with me, to see what I could not see, I took a selfie with me as I cross over the turbulent sea, there was no smile on my face, and it was as if I was in contention with the whole human race, but there was something about me that was hidden from me that I want everyone to see.
I took a selfie with me to mirror what was sailing in the deep blue sea, I juxtapose with me sailing on the sea as big boats speed in front of me. It’s the only clue that I have, that someone else was sitting in the sand making sandcastle with its hands.
Go back about ten years in time and look at the castle in real time; the seagulls are standing on it and a selfie of me standing beside it. I walk down the corridor of time with shine marbled floor, looking for that special door, that everyone went through before they could meet with you. There was no metal detector and there was no butler, it was just a selfie with me standing beside the door, staring at the long-marbled floor.
The sun comes out suddenly with a strong heat and I could feel the pressure strapped below my feet. Morning opens its guts and heaven was difficult to shut. Evening crawls up like snake on a tree and dinner was served on a platter with python and iguana sitting on top and a selfie of me holding it with my hands.
I climbed on top of the rock with lots of trouble on my back; there was nothing around me except for the sea, the clouds and me. But faraway in the distance, a ship was coming in and I could hear the people as the sing. It was a carnival boat with a gigantic float, the excitement bellowed from afar, but I held my position on the rock, and my spirit began to grow as the boat barrel towards the shore.
Set up a meeting for me so that I can take a selfie with me, when the sun goes down, we can exchange “crowns” and nature will start to frown. Take a selfie with me and things will turn around. Meet with me a three behind closed doors and a selfie of me tell you the truth about me and more.
The sun-soaked shining valley of my lucent life
Drains the symphonic cadence of ecstatic rills
Swirling around the scattered glint of nuggets
Carved out of the precious golden moments.
With sailing sediments of euphoria dislodged
They all roll in the turbulent cascade of time
In the torrent of the cloud-burst falling sky
Flow to the flood plain of terminal obscurity.
In search of transported treasure trove eroded
Buried beneath the strata of stagnant sludge
I wade through the marsh of submerged past
Mudlarking in the bare bay of tranquil twilight.
In the light of the setting sun fading so fast
Each time the surged tide of turmoil ebbs out
I scavenge the mud of memory layer by layer
Retrieve the gilded instants I once lived to adore.
April 5, 2020
Brian Strand's Contest : Completely Your Choice (35)
Mousy was a little mouse. He had a mousy tail.
And Mousy had a giant friend named Francis.
Who’s a whale!
Now you might wonder how a mouse
could be friends with a whale.
Well, Mousy Mouse was a mouse
And he knew how to sail!
For Mousy was born on a sailing ship.
Far, far out at sea.
And having been born a sailor,
What else could he be?
The sailing ship was a mighty one !
With sails tall and white.
And Mousy would stand on the deck
And watch the stars at night.
Now Francis was a great big whale
Who came up once for air.
He looked up at the ship
and saw Mousy standing there.
"Hi there little mouse! Ahoy!"
Francis called up from the sea.
"The waters great this time of night!
Come down and swim with me!"
"I'd love to swim with you great whale!"
Mousy shouted out with glee.
"My name sir, is Mousy Mouse"
"And what might your name be?"
"My name is Francis. Francis Whale Write!
And now that you and I are friends,
Come swim with me tonight!"
"And so I shall!" cried Mousy.
And he dove into the sea.
They swam around for hours!
It was quite a sight to see.
They swam and swam and swam some more.
Till Mousy finally said,
"I really should get back on board.
For I must go to bed!
Then Francis sighed a little sigh
And said "I understand.
"But your down here while the decks up there!
"I best give you a hand."
So he sat little Mousy upon his giant tail,
Gave it just a tiny flip
And through the air he sailed!
Mousy landed on the deck.
As easy as you please.
"Thank you!" cried out Mousy Mouse.
"For swimming round with me!"
Francis said “that’s quite all right,
We must swim again someday!"
And that’s how they became friends
And still are to this day!
Form:
We used to play Cowboys
We used to play Indians
We used to play Pirates
Sailing swift the Caribbean
Now we play worn out Doctors
Accountants counting others millions
Now we play overworked Business Men
Stuck behind cubicles locked inside buildings
We used to climb mountains
Explore backyard jungles
Always at the ready to take
The adventure set before us
Now we set the alarm
Every morning to wake us
Not ready for the adventure
Or where it will take us
We used to fly high like birds
Not knowing our limits
Along the way take what others would say
Knowing they really meant it
Now all we do is drive
Each other insane
Putting up with lie after lie
Day after day
We used to be kids
We used to have fun
Something we seem to have left behind
The day we grew up
If I didn't drip honey from my tongue each time I drew you close,
would I still leave immutable marks upon your heart my love?
If this holiest of grail this mouth of mine
spoke the art of love to you with the ingress of a mime
would you feel the essence of what I was meant to say to you,
through this un-pierceable, silence;
If I never learnt to write a poem or share one single line
through yielding quill or bleeding ink,
would you allow me to show you my brailing thoughts
and take you to the summit, despite my unspoken word.
Would you still love me, if I wasn't a poet
or if my words were silent ships sailing through the open sky,
then would you accompany me mute, or whisper me goodbye !
If we touched the harbor of each other's thoughts,
could we then be love and share each other's truth,
unspoken side by side, like two silent masts.
Samantha Sloan is sophisticated and somewhat successful
Surprisingly, she struggles when situations seem stressful
So, she saw a syndrome specialist, Dr. Sabrina Shortcakes.
She simply suggested sipping succulent strawberry shakes.
Samantha found serenity while slurping such syrupy sweets
Surrendering to slumber, she slept on scented silk sheets
Spent all her savings, but she's safe and spiritually secured
sailing the Sea of Serendipity, stress free and self-assured
Soothed by spectacular sunsets, Samantha secretly smiles
Searching for a special someone on sultry South Sea isles.
December 16, 2020
Alliteration contest, sponsored by Eve Roper
oh
come
my love
and take
a trip with
me upon a
sailing ship
we'll sail the
mighty River Nile
relax, take my hand
awhile, magical times
and spooky night tombs
historical sites and temples
where sands of desert extend
in all of these incredible regions
the reeds as they
rush by azure
waters
reflect
the
sky
Valley of the Kings, the land upon which we touch in awe
ancient Egyptian feluccas are silent on the water
stretch to try to find our one genuine drive
the need to reach out and stifle the blaze.
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Written: May 26, 2023
1St Place Contest Winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1220 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Sponsored by: Vanya Evangeline