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The Voyage
Milking cows at nine years old, how could they
sending a boy to do farm work, saying it was
to alleviate poverty
Good memories were to lean a sleepy head
against a cow's stomach, sleep until the beast
slightly stirred, not once did they kick
the bucket under the udder of an angry cow
Often, cows are gentle creatures.
packed away to sea at fifteen, how dare they
on the ships of Tommy Robertson, where
Kindness was weakness; the strong survive
Or was it an Elon Musk utterance?
A dark port in the Black Sea, a dark landscape
still filled with the fog of war, a mighty land
recuperating after a deadly war
Poor Russia, how it has been hated through
time by Europe, who wanted her cut to pieces
to get to her riches; how they all failed
Russia is stronger than ever before. How dare
They try to diminish her.
The boy has travelled far, so far that he is now
old, a survivor who listens to the howling wind
The wiping wind on the windowsill knows he
was lucky while waiting for the final chapter
That means the collapse of the world order
The sea, a froth of blue, had in the night
erupted, and it now was brutally
attacking, rising up with all its might
against a lonely house too dim to see
inside the mist enveloping the shore
if not for the bright glow that it sent out
to ships, which as they met the waters’ roar,
were like small toy boats being cast about.
The solitary lighthouse, standing tall,
would not relinquish its strong light of hope.
Those waves could rage and on that building fall
with fury, writhing like a gyroscope,
but nature would restore its calm again
before the lighthouse let its beacon wane.
Written July 23, 2017 for the Lighthouse Contest of Eve Roper
In the depths of the ocean blue,
Lies a treasure so rare and true
A jewel of the sea, a hidden gem
Something lost, beyond our ken
It sparkles and shines with a radiance bright
A beacon of hope in the darkest night
But alas, it remains out of reach
A mystery that no man can breach
It’s beauty unmatched, it’s value untold
A secret treasure waiting to unfold
We search and we strive, but still we fail
The elusive prize, like a fleeting trail
Yet in our quest, we find something more
A sense of wonder, a longing core
For in chasing the unattainable dream
We discover the magic of the unseen.
To be on water is to be of water I'm told
The sea a deep blue and unsettling cold
Offshore waves roar in and relentlessly roll
Cleansing rounds that forcefully come and go
In many ways water is what makes me whole
Sailors proclaim water eases mental pain
Replaces rage and grief and peacefulness remains
Water's spirituality is a blessing to maintain
It never fails to deliver me from a life mundane
Rhythmic ocean swells crash wildly to the shore
Powerful breathing reconnects my inner core
Time spent on the water passes time of before
I savor opportunities to be with water's universe
With great respect for the sea and all this incurs
Time by the sea effects the body, mind and soul
Water's medicinal effects are wondrous to behold
All negativity evaporates and serenity sustains
It always leaves me thirsty, coming back for more
Men of sea have useful knowledge to disperse
If all these waters abandon me, life would be painful
March 24, 2018
Gregory Barden's MINUANETTA Contest using rhyme scheme of AAAAA, BBBB, CCC, DD, E, ABCDE, at least 20 lines.Theme is "CHREMAMORPHISM"
Third Place
~ This poem is written in the 8686 syllable count style of one of my favorite Emily Dickenson poems, 'I Felt a Funeral in My Brain.'
'pon roiling sea a fierce storm brewed
waves crashed within my veins
fueled by heady winds, they pursued
to drown my life with rains
With tympani beat, thunder roared
bold lightning flicked and flashed
we pulled, we pulled, oh how we oared
with nature's ire we clashed
Then came a clamor from astern
our ship had split in two
in my veins, swells still pound and churn
until the moon breaks through
Calmed now, the vile tempest from Hell
sky riveted with stars
Man holds no power to dispel
nature's wrath when she spars
~ For Chris
No chocolates, no flowers, no sweet Valentine's treat,
Just the bitter taste of defeat.
No cuddles, no kisses, no romance so grand,
Because, darling, you just couldn't handle this hand.
I'm a whirlwind, a hurricane, a chaotic delight,
Too much spice for your palate, too dazzlingly bright.
You wanted a calm sea, a gentle breeze' sigh,
But I'm a volcano, erupting to the sky.
I dance in the rain, I laugh at the storm,
While you sought shelter, keeping perfectly warm.
You craved serenity, a predictable pace,
But I'm a rollercoaster, a wild, thrilling chase.
So no chocolates, no flowers, no Valentine's Day cheer,
Just a solo celebration, with a metaphorical beer
.
Because darling, while you couldn't handle my flair,
There's someone out there who will, I swear!
They'll embrace the chaos, the glitter, the glee,
And find my wild spirit, the best part of me.
So farewell, my love, it's time to move on,
To someone who'll join my crazy dawn.
They came dancing without rules,
fervent visitants, fanning flamingo dresses of furious prisms,
figments so lustrous, figurantes in gleeful percussive permutations,
Their luminous spectral syncopation dazzling against a stark dark vista,
against the opaque nocturnal skyline, against all the bruises of one’s psyche.
They came dancing.
They were currents of tormented effulgence, wave upon wave,
a rocky glistening sea, a silent tumultuous celebration.
To behold is to be enraptured, to abandon all wretchedness,
to suspend all awareness of the human capacity for cruelty.
In the flood of the flaming sky, one is lifted by inexplicable wings,
by the ballroom careening intoxication.
They came dancing without rules.
I must have forgotten to pull down the shade…because at a time I thought inopportune…in the early hours of the morning…I was awakened by the moon.
I tend to sleep less soundly these days…now that I’m a little older.
Perhaps that’s why I felt (or sensed) a moonbeam on my shoulder.
It was still dark when I checked the time…only half past four
so I turned away from the moonlight…determined to sleep some more.
But her moonbeams were persistent…in the window they kept peeping
so I arose when I finally realized…I was finished with my sleeping.
After the moonbeam nudged me out of bed.…
at the window I felt a gentle breeze…
and saw the moon smiling down on me
as it filtered through the trees.
I walked outside…the morning was brisk..
The night was as quiet as could be
so I sat in a rocking chair still unsure
what the moon could have wanted with me.
When my eyes adjusted to the darkness
I saw the mountains in front of me were aglow….
I realized that’s what the moon wanted…
she wanted me to enjoy her show.
She was floating in a luminous sea…a mixture of dark and light…
and only the brightest stars in the heavens…were visible in the night.
As I sat alone in the silence of the morning
watching nature’s wonders drifting by
I understood what Shakespeare meant
when he said our souls are in the sky.
And I thought what a wonderful way to wake up…
on a cool mountain morning…in June…
Tonight I’m leaving the shade up intentionally
hoping tomorrow,
if I’m lucky
to be awakened, again, by the moon.
Monday is here and there is nothing to fear, the sun has gone down, and the moon has turned around; time is hanging on the tree and patience is waiting for thee. I booked a ticket to sunset land to observe what was going on, the air was not clear and lots of racketeering was going on over there, so I set my ship a sail and move towards of the rail, but as I approached the center of the sea, a sudden mist came out of nowhere and filled the sky that hangs over the sea. The boats were moving about but no one could see what was transpiring in the deep blue sea. Everything came to a standstill, but the mist kept moving rapidly up the stoic hill. Throw the carcass into the sea and let the spirit walk with thee. The creatures of the sea will have a feast and dine with the carcass until the day is done. There is mist over the sea and it is taking my energy away from me, so clear it up before it starts swelling up your gut. There is a mist over the sea, and it is following thee.
Ever since we can remember the static white noise in our head's.
A voice one for each,
Most some here I know now, have more than one or so I think.
Conflicts arise, conflicts abate who am I to judge or to take,
To make you take pills to lesson the pain, I can't see your face.
High in the sky,
Twenty four seven, hundreds of planes fly in different directions.
And they not from here fly around unimpeded.
Static white noise made to distract you thinking in sleep, moving
Pictures that haunt you.
As here in America most grow even poorer to tired to think and
Some haven't seen the heavenly star's,
For the pain that two voices fight for control inside of your head's.
Half cannot see or even now feel it, the noise blocking out and the
thoughts that went with it.
There are but few a few that they know of that and suffer not one way
Or can think for another.
Out in the ocean not far from the sea a stream forms a river, that
Allows one to sleep.
Free from the noise, deep in a dream where the few who once knew,
Without fear can cross over.