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***Summer's not quiet here yet, but I live in Florida...***
Summer
Earth awaken as a plethora of whales disembark from distant places
Frigid storms dashed into the skies destined to inhabit empty spaces
Sea captain tell seadogs to hoist skull and bones then fire pirate gun
White wings outspread dazzling albatrosses herald the season begun
Bodies swathed in lotion fervently absorb bronzing rays from the sun
Pushing crusted pails and trowels children tossed pebbly sand for fun
Bathers in the nude deny nervousness while bravado displays finesse
Footprints upon shores pay homage to the gods of true summer bliss
Penned on: 01/14/2018
4:53 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
“Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.”
John Keats Ode to a Nightingale
“Strange to find a sea captain quoting Keats.”
The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
She knows nothing
about the sea,
the sails or thee,
your perilous tongue
swimming with the sharks.
The captain dies
by suicide -
nay.
stupidity -
aye.
She’s protected,
captured
by his salty speech.
Oft the wind
carries
its scent of aftershave -
nay, again,
for the bearded captain
scowls,
transcends
with this blasted widow
scores
a poetic love.
11/19/2019
The beings we are, conjured as such, from the dust of stars, live in a mystery of the mind. Forgetting who we are, we call out orders, like a sea captain, staring into the future, with far away eyes. The crew and good ship, sail the endless ocean of life, where the seaweed of sin, can trap them in still and dead waters. The wraiths of sailors, haunt the empty decks, where the wind teases the tattered sails. Their lonely cries, like the calls of seabirds, echo across the morning mist, for the wanderers fear, is to die far from loved ones, where the stars cry tears, that streak across the sky. There is no place like home, where those who know and understand you, drink a toast to loves' reunion!
After hearing the sea captain, I feel afraid, not sure what to do
I tell myself to get a grip, he is merely a ghost I can see through
As I sit up, I notice a large old oil painting displayed on the far wall
I gasp, the woman in the painting looks just like me, hair and all
The sea captain tells me he has been waiting here a hundred years
To be reunited with his long-lost love, as his face is visibly wet with tears
He tells me years ago I was here in this house while he was out to sea
I am both shocked and intrigued as I start to feel a strange familiarity
9/2/19
Contest: Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 - Eight Line Form
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Cinderella doesn't need
to be a glorified housekeeper
dealing with the summer blues
only her very own shack on the beach
selling pina coladas and margaritas
Cinderella doesn't need
a fairy godmother
only a magical starfish
to grant all of her wishes at her command
Cinderella doesn't need
to go ballroom dancing
only a one way ticket
on The Disney Magic to Castaway Cay
Cinderella doesn't need
glass slippers, a tiara
or a fancy ball gown
only a pair of flip flops
a hat made of straw and a crystal bikini
Cinderella doesn't need
to ride a pumpkin carriage
only a surf board
cruising the high seas
on the back of dolphins
Cinderella doesn't need
a prince to sweep her from off her feet
only a charming sea captain
serenading the romantic songs of the Caribbean
to win over her tender little heart forever
Her currents are the watercourses
that drive the gales and rain
her depths carry the bounties
that man has fished for gain
Her circulations can bring the tempests
or breezes soft and warm
movements within her waters
generate
the weathers that will form
Men have sailed her for centuries
She's the one they cannot tame
like the Venti her passages ceaseless
and her moods subject to change
Only men experienced can read her
know what is hidden from the blind
he can see the storm approaching
the rogue waves he's left behind
He knows her ridges and depressions
and the treasures upon her floor
he'll dive deeply to retrieve them
know when her tides return to shore
Her basin rivers are conveyors
which carry many multitudes of life
to the sea captain she is known as
his lover and his wife
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
Edward, remember this.
Just like you were a caterpillar
Before you became a butterfly;
A bud before you blossomed one spring,
You'll continue to evolve and flourish
In this vale of tears.
You've got a lot of living to do, my friend.
Life is what you make it! Embrace it fully!
Make lemonade out of your lemons,
Take time to smell the roses!
Treasure quality time with friends and family.
Celebrate even the smallest of victories.
You're traveling through this life
On the right trajectory; stay the course.
Let nothing veer you off it!
You're the sea captain of your destiny;
Sail on straight ahead!
I needn't remind you just how cruel
This life can be. As you're well aware,
It isn't done knocking you down flat.
You'll feel it's punch again and again,
And you'll fall like timber each time,
But you won't stay down, Edward.
You'll get up, dust off, and carry on living!
You woke up today, didn't you?
You rose with the morning sun
Grateful to be alive another day
To see it set over the horizon.
Yes sir, you'll rise again like the Phoenix
Whenever life floors you with it's hook...
And float along with hope in the clouds!
Whenever the blue sky turns ashen gray
And warm sunny days grow
Unforgivingly cold; from bright to dark,
Never lose faith, for you'll continue
To feel the presence of God
At your darkest hours, I promise you.
Keep on living life the best you know how!
Keep on growing, personally and spiritually.
May your future continue to be bright
And gravid with infinite possibilities!
Letter To Your Future Self Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Date written: 09/19/2021
Raft branch buoyed in canopy crossroad
Ocelot pillow paws rail rainforest rotunda
Yataghan claws trail trunk, track cathode
Assailant arouse pounces, stiff tail rudder
Lithe, while night looms, lightspeed silent
Ogling exotic shores - she yanks anchor
Centipede nimble Queen needs her tiara
Evermore adorned, baubles bean arabica
Lustrous pearl dozes on dark décolletage
Opulent moon mother of tides, sly tyrant
Tortures subordinates to claim her island
Iridescent iris treasure hunt sailor ocelot
Spotted sea captain keeps snake for halo
Lapis lazuli exclusively steers royal yacht
Asphyxiating prey, Casper crouch lay low
Navigating her way to throne, puss pirate
Drapes cashmere ears in conquest crown
Nautical Nineteenth November
When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea
With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand
And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more
The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again
You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
~~~~~
Written: Jan 15, 2011
Author: Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest: Let's See
4th Place In - Anything goes contest
In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.
Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on to
pick-up and deliver cargo in the West Indies. Although my time with him was short,
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.
~~~~~
THE UNICORN
Ever seen a more beautiful sight?
She is drowning into the wind
All sail set,
Triple tangled,
Purple pearl gears,
Glittering glassy artilleries,
Unrivalled weaponry.
Isn't she a beauty
She's got the wind behind.
Look at the velocity she's setting,
Barely noticing the Barbados.
With a grip of urn full of rum
And the finest of tobacco
The hearts of the sail's set
For the audacity of hope.
The red pennant,
The blood line's cold
And every sea captain
Looks upon that flag
For he knows he faces a fight to death
And then he saw her,
As an apparition mounting from the dead.
The sea rose in it watery execution.
But I was told sea lion don't flee
From the wavers watery wonders.
Instead, he staggers not but swaggers on
Until they sail past the North Pole
And trodden upon the sands of Sahara.
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Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
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