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Listen to the
ticking hands of twilight,
close your eyes,
while I take your thoughts
to an ivory reverie of
flickering fantasies…
there I’m cruising
above an
island of mystery
in a flying
glass catamaran~
glazed in
fairy sparkles.
Watching the
shimmering sea
swallow flaming rays
of the sinking sunset,
I slowly dive
deep
into the
lungs of
lyrical lagoon
to surf along
saffron waves,
against
twinkling tides,
while the
seraphic soul
of an emerald
oyster crest
unravels a
sparkling carnival
of summery parade.
I am magnetically
captivated,
chasing a school of
dancing dolphins,
with every spin,
they reflect hypnotic
songs of the ocean~
a ballet of butterfly-rays,
swirl to symphonies
echoing from the
marine kingdom,
there sharks
and turtles together
croon secrets lost within
the aquatic
jungle of life.
When the
spirits that carry
sunken sagas of
coral reefs rise,
a mystical goddess
emerges beyond
the wide horizon,
where the moon is
meant to glow
and unfurl silvery
chronicles of
crystal clear memories.
She is dressed
in glistening algae,
her scales mirror
a musical melancholy;
tales untold and unseen
in the eyes
of flawed creatures.
Her beauty is beyond any
ballads woven from
salt soaked diamonds.
I question her in awe;
“What flows
beneath violet ripples,
ruffling with starry souvenirs?
Do you hear
midnight serenades
of coastal birds,
when neon gems
light up the sea of fire?”
In silence, she whispered
into the drifting wind,
“I am the sovereign of
seafarers and day dreamers,
I guide the lost to
a sanctuary of serenity”
Her words
kept circling in
ringing refrain,
and I let
my thoughts float,
in the
watery credence
of her cryptic tunes,
as she
vanished
into nothingness,
leaving a fragrant tint across
the celestial
canvas of the sky.
Now the mermaid moon
draws a halo
in fluorescent
colors of her
rainbow tail fin,
splattering a trail of letters,
moving in
zig
zag across
the azure,
knitted in lucky charms~
while initials of this tale
ignites the universe
like
waterfall chandeliers.
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
to seek the treasures
abundant on this land
mutual aid is needed
you cannot succeed on your own
remember, no man is an island
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
Behind every enterprise, there is support.
Individuals who show support
with hope and confidence
be it a small or big aid
one cannot rise on its own
without other people helping
working together side by side
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
We can reach our purpose,
we can, we can
If we work together
we will reach it, before long.
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
Challenges that we may face
be it rough sea currents
drenching us with waves after waves
drowning our spirits
even getting chased by wild savages
that wants to eat us
or hunted down by a pack of vicious lions
as long as we help each other
we will come through it
reaching our admired goal
side by side, gloriously
Some say that
the power of one is strong
however, being alone
makes one vulnerable
to be attack from many sides
having trusting allies
being alongside of each other
helping each other
we are sure to win
As the saying goes
a single stick
breaks easily
a bundled of sticks
stays strong
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
such is the same for wolves’
they work as a pack
they are strong as a pack
they succeed as a pack
they have each other’s backs
So do a ship
if the crew is organized
the ship crew’s functions well
the journey will reach its destination
if the ship crew is in disarray
it will bicker and plot schemes
that will destroy each other
leading to ruin
surely it will sink the ship
All for one, one for all
we rise
when united
we fall
when divided
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
the world’s bounty is open for us
to acquire and enjoy it.
Nothing is impossible
being united, anything is possible
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
there it is
land ho, land ho
the place that has it
the treasures that we seek
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
We are HERE
anchors away boys
we can land now
celebrating our success
to rest our laurels
enjoying our well-earned rewards
of our achieved dreams
Professor Hapgood’s studies on ancient maps were fixed
Einstein said his theories should be added to history’s mix
Perhaps it proved too big a leap for other minds to take
But his ancient culture findings, Hapgood would not forsake
6000 BC, before Egypt’s pyramids were built
Millennia before Pompeii’s lava had been spilled
Or small fishing boats hugged the Mediterranean Coast
And Columbus’s “daring” voyage was not even close
Ancient seafarers drew with astounding accuracy
Maps of the world they once knew, the fishermen’s legacy
Antarctica sans ice and closer to the equator
The Mid-Atlantic Ridge once an above-sea sky scraper
Siberia touching Alaska with no Bering Strait
(Palin could have seen Russia without snow from her back gate)
Cuba, England, Sweden, too, on these maps appear clearly
But Sweden’s fully glacial; England’s blanket an ice sheet
If we believe Hapgood, a civilization once thrived
Thousands of years before language; maps keep memories alive
Technology to chart the seas was lost in ancient times
With latitude and longitude measurements quite refined
Sea kings’ cities may have succumbed during the last Ice Age
Surviving nations lost their skill when history turned a page
Geography to be found again when the Earth had healed
“Discoverers” reinvented the forgotten ship’s wheel
Magellan, perhaps not the first to sail around the globe
Admiral Byrd not the first man to visit the South Pole
Spirits from a colony of seafarers can be found
From deep beneath Antarctic ice, they try to spread the word
But laugh they must as scientists forecast global warming
And man attempts to alter life and heed their dire warning
Shifting poles? Natural cycles! Men would be well advised
To study the maps Hapgood found and open their closed minds
To learn more about Professor Charles Hapgood’s map studies and the comments made by
Albert Einstein, you can visit http://www.crystalinks.com/crustal.html.
The day that we left port, to new horizons we would sail
Knowing the dangers ahead, seafarers in the end we would prevail
Our journey from the Highlands from Inverness my home town
To Brazil in South America a new life to settle down
With charts of old we sail the seas
Passing the Antialtair Seamount with hardly a breeze
Our destination set, half way through our trip
Bridgetown, Barbados, on my elegant ship
We noticed a change a difference, on these high seas
Many nautical miles I've sailed but I've never seen ones like these
The sky had turned a colour I'd never seen before
Sporadic luminescent blues, like the beaches of the Azores
Our lookout suddenly shouts, dark shapes drift in the clouds
Before too long there is screaming, even the men cry loud
Swooping winged creatures descend, mouths agape with luminescent blues
Their tails whipping the swells, lacerating the waves we sail through
For many hours they probed as they swooped, a blue ball hovering over my ship
This is certainly a voyage to remember, to our new life on this trip
We finally reach Bridgetown, Barbados, my family and crew still in fear
When we sighted this land in the sun, we were deafened by our cheers
We reported in to the authorities, our run in with creatures unknown
They mentioned the Bermuda Triangle, and we were not alone
They have many reporting such as we, even fleets disappearing from view
To reach here as we have done, we are lucky, just one of a few
We thanked them for their assistance, as we set sail for our journeys end
To Vitoria a city so new, to our sawmill, our new life, Amen
As our world around us grew open, more tales and stories were told
Conclusions were never developed, maybe one day it will all unfold
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-16.php
A woman who lost everything she owns stands there
by the waterfront where the waves beat upon the shore.
The woman-transformed-***** is a prisoner of war
being carried to the foreign land of an enemy general
across the sea; she cries ceaselessly tears in her eyes
for the unbearable sorrow, she barks fiercely in intolerable anger.
In the eyes of the woman who gazes up
the top of heaven from the bottom of the deepest sea.
She sees the last images of her blood-stained husband,
her dear sons and daughters, died in agony.
For her husband, she shared everything she owned;
for her children, she cradled and lulled them in her bosom to raise—
except for one son who was abandoned in the field at the time of his infancy because of an oracular ill omen.
All these sorrows are unwanted bitter memories to recall, crueler than
the cruelest fate for a woman to undergo.
Now, she climbs higher up the mast
to appeal to her deep inner heart’s mortification;
to let others see her transmuted figure, an ugly *****,
her annoying bark reaches to the furthest point of the sea.
Is Amphitrite heard her heartrending cry?
For the ship lists by the billow Poseidon rises,
alas, but then, she loses her balance and falls
to the deck vomiting blood, she ends her pathetic life;
this *****’s resentment tossed by the raging waves,
at the end, was thrown upon the shore and became a standing rock.
The rock beckons the ships that pass the straits to tell her grudge,
but to the heedless seafarers’ ears it sounds like the mere surges
that come and hit the rock. However, at times, it sounds
in their ears, like a ***** barking feebly from her bleeding heart
because of all her puppies are taken away;
that’s why, legend says,
the sailors called this rock “the poor *****’s rock.”
Legends of the seas,
Washed up on the white, crystalline shores,
Countless untold stories,
Unlocking new doors.
If each shell was able to tell its own tale
In the wash of the tides, in the wind and the gales.
A story of a princess in the sand dunes of time,
Locked in an oblivion, of a world without rhyme.
A story related by the seafarers,
Of times long ago,
Of a young princess,
And the magic gardens she sowed.
It is told, that her father, the king of the sands,
Betrothed her to a prince in a far, faraway land.
The little princess who so loved, her cherished white shore -
And, a father's royal command, which she chose to ignore.
Passed on as a fable -
For many hundreds of years,
A prince from tomorrow,
A young princess' tears.
Rather than take passage to a frightening new land,
Leaving her cherished, gardens of sand,
The princess chose not, the easier course;
She would employ her one, only, tour de force.
An elixir taken in the mid of the night
Changed our little princess to a dune in the sand.
And even if we fast forward, to this very same day,
She's managed to evade, the king's pre-nuptial plan.
Now, never more separated from her gardens of sand,
She sits on the beaches overlooking the tides.
United forever in a union of love;
Waiting on a lonely beach, with the sea at her sides.
Legend says if you look closely
In the sunset of eve,
You can see the little princess,
In her royal garden reprieve.
It's also said, if you hold your ear to the wind,
Tween' the roaring sounds of the emerald green sea,
You may hear a small plaintive voice calling -
Enticing an understanding Prince Charming, to come set her free.
So, it's been said that everything looks better in the morning light, but when sun's warm rays cannot break through the shrouded zenith what hope is there for life?
What can be observed in a world that's been shrouded in gray
when the nightscape bleeds its tears at the start of each new day?
The answer I cannot prudently offer, nor do I fear anyone can say
when it appears as if a malevolent force holds luminance at bay.
No amber sun rises in the East to greet dawn in the morn,
nor does a red sky serve seafarers as a means to forewarn
them of a danger lurking on the high sea may soon be born...
A nebulous horizon has taken a choke hold with winds of scorn.
Worldly warmheartedness has weekend and no longer exists
and everything is blanketed as if drenched in drizzling mists.
Irascible is mankind; legions are protesting with raised fists.
What's become of the brotherhood of man? It no longer subsists.
Will another starry, starry night ever again be visibly seen
or is Earth to be left forever without shades of forest green?
Void of reflected prismed sunsets in a world no longer serene
as though lost in a deep abyss, tossed into the mouth of a ravine.
And if another day cannot be distinguished from dark of night
will civilization be destroyed or left to dwell in consummate fright?
Will people be fearful of this ambiguous, amorphously baffling plight
if starlight's glimmering is absent, leaving Earth in a decaying blight?
Riding low across aubergine skies, gray clouds are being swept
as if bruised from sullen memories, the landscape has wept.
Over smoky plains and hazy valleys, a nebulous fogginess has crept
leaving life consumed by dankness, a catastrophic concept.
A nice Freudian Quote: " We are imprisoners in the realm of life,
like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean."
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Row, row, the boat, love to feel the blast,
Of sea wind over the face, so free and vast.
Love to taste the salty water's splash,
As sailboat dances on the ocean's dash.
This dream, the weekend urban sailor's prize,
Adventures on the waves beneath the skies.
Stranded on an isle, tales they would unfold,
Of carnivorous plants, and dangers untold.
With sea breeze paradise, sailors find extreme delight,
Warmth of sun in sight, casting golden light,
Fell asleep dreaming of past seafarers, their might,
Their voyages and tales, under stars shining bright.
In Ireland's emerald isle so green,
Brave sailors embarked; their spirits keen.
They set their course 'cross the Atlantic's foam,
To far-off lands they would call their home.
In England's ports, ships tall and grand,
From every corner of the land,
Ventured forth, o'er the raging tide,
Their legacy, in tales, would reside.
Spain's armada, a mighty force,
Crossed the oceans with no remorse.
Conquistadors, driven by desire,
Their conquests ignited the world on fire.
Norway's sons, the Vikings strong,
Masters of the seas, their stories long.
In dragon-headed ships, they would soar,
Fearless to unknown lands they would explore.
Once, sailing was their life's dedication,
To discover new world, their true vocation.
They played with dangers of cultures unknown,
Fearing not the horizon, they would be thrown.
Written: May 20, 2024
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Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway
sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell
splendid summer shorelines spike
summertime spousal serenade swept
scrumptious, sturdy sibyllic sweeps
silky shorelines settle scrawls
seawater subtly scrubs sewage
skirr is a spectacular sand stronghold
sapphire specks spruce seaside sand
shoreline scoria is sharp
shipmates glide along a sleety seacoast
shivering seafarers' sight.
Straight skyline scaled saddlebow
sighting swallows spawned sibilance
stalls and slumps were scrutinized
strolling solysium soliloquy
stranding Schadenfreude
satisfied spectator
sarcasm serves as a solecism
slanting supplants a sempiternal scintilla
swirl across a snapped soul
supported standout slide
spiraling semantic spondaic species
sweeping synopsis syncope
start to sense surrealism
Sensual, sensuous, slim, and smiling
sits silently staring
sapphire sky sight
the sun casts scarlet shadows
slowly sinking silhouettes
scatter stars on skylines
Sunday sermon supply
searching souls
singing serenade.
Slides speckled sunshine
souvenirs spark strands of subdued shades
sequential surety swelling
strange, scarlet, silky songs
sway symphonic sylphic stardust
store sustained scrupulousness
silver surges spurred the space
snagging scents
step sibilant serendipity
stirred spectrum.
Winds from the West 'blowin so hard....
Seas for her bows & rails down far....
Stars high aloft hangin' from the yard....
Ace of Diamond drawn as my card....
Porpoise below at four fathoms clear....
Runnin' with trailboards ever so near....
Mako now wandering never with fear....
Thus didst begin another new year....
Shrouds a'gleamin' with St.Elmo's Fire....
Head of the topm'st playin' moonspire....
Now up in the riggin' balanced on the wire....
Emotions all a'tumble creatin' quagmire....
All of the sudden yet unexpected not....
As for certain now Fate had drawn another lot....
Waves begun growin' still hard fought....
Clouds obscure a moon & darken all thought....
Now winds do lessen & so still do they stand....
Now seas abate & take appearance of dry land....
Now high aloft Albatross makes silent stand....
Now 'tis all that remains on a sea of black sand....
Dreams are reality so say the soothsayers....
Minds are naught but the work of most prayers....
Still yet in motion with absence of players....
So comes an end for some us seafarers....
Imagine to imagine imagination as all....
Fancy all 'round ready for the fall....
Devil's own laughter creating the pall....
Daughters of mermaids sought to enthrall....
Winds from the west 'blowin so hard....
Seas for the bows & rails down far.....
Stars high aloft hangin' from the yard....
Ace of Diamond again drawn as my card....
SeaWolf
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