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With the palms of well-worn leathery hands that in younger days guided a Tall Ship round
the globe many times with the help of stars that still twinkled in his eyes, the old man made
a porthole in the frosty forest of swirling ferns that had been painted on the kitchen window
pane by Jack-Frost during the night.
As I sat on his lap, he told me the creaking sound made by the rockers from the rocking
chair we sat in on the hardwood floor - if he closed his eyes, could make him believe he was
back with the wind in his sails, rising and dipping and swaying with the whims of the
waves ‘ore the sea.
Back- and- forth, back-and-forth, we rocked as the porthole on the window pane grew larger,
exposing the winter wonder land outside where trees and roads and roof-tops lie frozen
beneath a layer of fluffy snow that looked like icing on a birthday cake, as the house
softened and swelled in the warmth of the burning kindling wood that snapped and crackled
in the stove.
Rocking back-and-forth, back-and-forth, I asked him, looking into those eyes of green, with
that far away look. “Grandpa, won’t you tell me please, what lies beyond the sea?” He
paused for a moment, blowing silver halos that rose from his pipe in an aroma of sweet
smelling ‘Old Sail’ tobacco, and with the magic of his words, he took me on a journey,
rocking across the sea where he showed me all the places and wondrous things he’d ever
seen.
That was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, where an old man, taught a
little girl, that life is but a dream.
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In memory of: Captain James George the Third - My Grandfather
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2nd place in 'Anything Goes #2 Contest - sponsered by Constance La France
Author's note:
This is one entry of many that will appear in my next book ' A Journey of Roses and Thorns'.
They are true events that have happened in my life - some where roses, some were
thorns. I have learned valuable lessons from both.
Two years ago I left New York,
to find my luck somewhere else,
and in Waterbury, Connecticut I settled in a ranch-house,
which overlooked middle-class homes
groping on verdant slopes;
the night stars may have shined
a little brighter than in Manhattan,
without a trace of pollution or smog,
but the harsh winters made me dream again
of living in the warm streets of wonderful New York!
As I step out of my car into Fifth Avenue, by the entrance,
old acquaintances welcome the sweet return of a New Yorker;
and unto Columbus Circle I run toward Central Park:
it used to be my park, and my dog loved it by barking lauder,
and over little bridges I jogged as he chased me fervently;
there was no day in which I felt lonely...to want to escape from this city!
Here all neighbors met and chatted with a kind of stylish accent...
that all tourists love and find it extremely attractive!
When I look up...there the Empire State Building
is one of the wonders of my glamorous city that never disappoints anyone;
even night can't put it to sleep with its gloom;
and holidays always decorate it with spectacular lights:
like the yellow-bright daffodils that begin to bloom...
as happy faces greet the sweet return of a New Yorker...
driving on the Brooklyn Bridge bound for the New Jersey shore!
O greatest city, let me begin to write an ode that your people will sing!
Other cities are certainly beautiful and captivating as this one,
but none of them can spark inside that something so special...
the breath-taking view of the sky-scrapes in the August' moonlight,
the gracious waves of the East River and the ships that glide up and down the harbor;
and in this spot I met my sweet-heart with eyes like a Virginia sky, and hair
so soft and as red as the cheeks of a stuttering, drunken man!
Lady of a mysterious night, you vanished as the summer'
dawn erupted from the ocean's deep to forever preserve your delicate beauty!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Always during night and as the moon drifts by~
Most often as well when skies are quite clear~
There comes without thought an image to my eye~
That of a wench who in my heart has become dear~
She sails with me daily through the seas I love so~
Wrapping her arms about me in my ear whispering sweetly~
I hold her close while these great winds do blow~
A wench who now has so captured me completely~
Yet during the dark nights when the seas finally abate~
She comes to me without condition to give me her love~
The winds cease their furious howling when 'tis this late~
The only thing aloft is high in the rigging her small dove~
This wench I have learned during my days on the seas~
Is but a wraith of beauty and tenderness so fine~
Yet her true greatness is simply her ability to please~
An ol' SeaWolf who has wandered throughout all time~
Sailing the oceans of the world and the isles of sand~
There never has been for this one such true emotion~
As now found in the embrace of this wench so grand~
'Tis a feeling which carries within a wild notion~
Could it be possible to love the winds and the waves~
Yet also embrace such a tender wraith with such devotion~
'Tis said by those who do set sails to the winds~
That it will only be yourself one day the sea saves~
Methinks now there must yet be another way indeed~
The wind speaks softly and the moon does lead~
For to love this wraith and the seas above all else~
In so doing 'twould be but the saving of himself~
The direction becomes as clear as the brightest of stars~
This course is chosen by a force from afar~
There must be a time when this man of the sea~
Accepts these things which simply must be~
SeaWolf
©
Fox news. Fair and balanced: “ We now take you live…”
MSNBC. The place for politics. “You are looking at a live shot…”
CNN. The world turns to CNN. “This breaking news just in…”
The President:
“You should know that I’m trying, straining so hard. As I squint down at the gobs of
petroleum lard.
The last guy was clueless I won’t act like him.
I’m cool and aloof and won’t act on a whim.”
The American Public:
“Never mind who.
Never mind how.
End this debacle.
Do something now.”
The CEO:
“Let me say this right now, that we’re trying our best.
All our global resources have been put to the test.
I truly feel all your pain as I speak here to you.
As I have stated before, I want my life back, too.”
The Environmentalists:
“Do anything! Anyone!
May you burn twice in Hell!
So smug and superior!
Cap the damned well!”
The Press:
“We’re on this story, we’ll report, you decide!
And 24/7, non stop coverage, we’ll provide!
Keeping them honest, we’re the network news.
We want those ratings, Bring in our panel for views.”
A resident of the Gulf Coast:
“Yes, your pictures are priceless
And your words are like pearls.
I live here and fish here.
It’s the end of my world.”
A Pelican:
“I wear petrified slop as I adorn your news.
Once a fisher, a flyer, now shackled in ooze.
And I did nothing but live. Look me in the eye.
Why did you kill me? For what did I die?”
His Mate:
“Do you care how you forage?
Or do you ravage, instead?
Let your greed in your claws
Be all lathered with lead.”
Flibble me flabbles walk me decks~
O'speed & grace & o' them wrecks~
Ye ayre whot's roight 'tis such a'fright~
Great White runs deep & up tonight~
Lee ayre naught but weather gone 'round~
Yer vessel she's stout 'er keel yet sound~
Trade 'er not fer bright boards o'glass~
Put not o'er side yer frilly young lass~
Sands moight be white & mayhap oft black~
Sail well 'ard to wind'ard & ne'er a'back~
Genies o'bottles magicians all~
Ne'er down o'heavens stars may fall~
'Til nights ayre bright & days ayre dark~
'Twil then in me wake I'll set 'em a'spark~
Me cannon's whot's ready & 'er barrel be 'ot~
Fer landsman I ain't ne'er & not!
Cheers-yer-Ears o'heard well 'round~
Whot ayre whot's seas steep ayre a'bound~
Me ship 'er rails mayhap yet be down~
Fer 'twould me krewe wish a'first bein' a'town!!!
Chasin' ports wenches.... kissin' 'em a'bold~
Folklore grand as to children 'twill be told~
O'Corsairs & Pyrates & krewes o'brigands~
Fer me ship when goes down she'll go with all 'ands!
Poseidon Neptune Atlantian Mermaids~
O'all those seas ayre whot's them's made~
Them whot's chucklin' fer so as we play~
Sailin' our great ships fore'er & one day!
Aye mayhap so whot's our dreams be a'miss~
Fer naught sailor needs but a'plenty o'kiss~
Nay not so sayeth seas so deep so green~
‘Tis life whot's best or so 'twould seem!
SeaWolf
©
My heart yearns not for the mountain-way,
With its green of grass and tree;
My heart calls out for the ocean spray,
And the sound of the surf rolling free!
Give me a land with its feet in the sea,
Its low-swelling shoulders nearby.
The voice of the waves is a music to me,
And the cry of the gulls is my cry.
Cast me not out on your hot desert sand,
Where the salt-tanging airs never rest.
Give me space on an ocean-washed strand,
With a flicker of foam on its breast!
When the storm clouds build to a thundering groan,
And the wind whips the trees on the shore,
With a rip and a roll and a deep wailing moan,
The swell charges in with a roar!
Still, even then, with the needle-sharp spray,
Dancing its pain 'cross my face,
My soul ventures out and is swept far away,
On the crest of a fast ocean race.
Thrilled to the core by the need to be free,
Not bound by this weak mortal form,
It pitches and dives and races the sea,
And rides on the wings of the storm!
Lighter than down and stronger than steel,
With a knowledge as old as the sea,
That this is the way my soul will feel,
Perched on the brink of eternity!
Written by my wife Vera Selena Hinshaw
© All Rights Reserved
Remorse is building up inside of me,
Everyone has to know fairy tales don’t always have happy endings,
Never thought you could try so hard and still fall short,
I’m in need of something to fill this hole in my chest,
It grows bigger,
Moving deeper,
Making me realize that some things can’t ever be achieved or obtained,
I’m gonna bottle up my heart and let it float out in the sea,
Never to be found,
Never to be seen,
No more pain can be caused when it’s somewhere at the bottom of the sea,
I need to face the fact that I’m going to lose everything if I keep on the path of my sanity,
I want to believe that things can only go up for me,
But that’s life,
Your gonna suffer,
Sitting in the corner rocking back and forth,
Head so low you can see caskets from the recently diseased,
It’ll be pouring showers from all the crying that’s going to be happening,
I know life might seem hard sometimes,
And trust me it is,
I know that shotgun looks shiner by the minute,
And trust me it does,
But just bottle up your heart and send it away,
Like I did,
Because no matter what you’re going through,
What might be going through your head right now,
Just isn’t worth it..
Down by the sea,
living free,
you and me
Let yourself go
Down by the sea,
for you see............
I know
what it means to be free,
down by the sea
Walk along the shore,
listen to the steady roar,
of waves on the beach
Always in your reach,
and you want it more
Down by the sea,
gulls passing by
What it is to be free
dont you agree?
Down by the sea,
watching them fly
Down by the sea,
you reach that stage
Wind in your hair
You..........
out of your cage,
see what's there
Down by the sea,
time can show,
tidal flow
Let your self go
You and me
Down by the sea
Seaspray can take it all away
Cant you see?
Live today
Down by the sea,
this wind,
sets you free
Mind to fly,
body to sigh
Down by the sea,
you and me
Extend yourself
body and mind
You have the time,
to be............
Down by the sea
Down by the sea,
body and spirit,
peaceful harmony
You and me
Tidal flow
Take me.........
where I want to be
Down by the sea
It becomes real
Tides can heal
You and me
Where we want to be
I mourn for him whom I still love;
though from me Cupid's ark hath sailed,
and with it my companion-dove,
across Poseidon's mighty veil.
I yearn for not his quick return,
but only to convey my heart,
for that I know is possible,
despite that we are worlds apart.
The dew that trimmed my bloom this morn,
that seeped into my leaf's lament,
still lightly glides with sentiment
and glimmers in the evening's tint.
His Majesty restrains his breath,
and so I root upon the pier,
but not to grieve nor damp my cast,
but come to terms with what I fear.
He saw me as his fated bud,
a flower very few can pluck,
and he was dearly confident
that I would bloom with lovers' luck.
But if his gentle hand hath writhed
before that infant's feeble vow,
then who am I to ardently
await the docking of his bow?
I do so miss his charming guise,
his shielding arms about my stem.
But what of all my missive pain?
Were not those earnest words for him?
The partly broken star subsides,
the past it lit no longer here.
Perhaps I should relinquish him,
and burn away my flimsy tears.
Were it so as legends tell~
Dragon on my bow may be~
That which now doth bode me well~
For he has now thus flown to me~
As he doth decide to perch~
I so steer my course with care~
I'll not chance to suffer lurch~
His legend what was won of dare~
Days so old when knights were bold~
Oft that tale o'dragon told~
Yet now he soars with us through time~
A legend yours a promise mine~
Must have he then heard my chant~
Or mayhap 'twas me a'rant~
For rode he well upon my craft~
Never once a'glancin' aft~
As on those waters we down went~
Days begun & so soft spent~
Adrift in time o'endless mind~
Friend such dragon I did find~
Told me tales o'times before~
O'such deeds o'days o'yore~
Yet captured me he'd done so well~
In mind o'dragon I did dwell~
Sailed that river to her bay~
Done that journey on that day~
Yet never ever shall I forget~
Dragon once landed upon my deck~
SeaWolf
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