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What have I been doing?
A lot of mechanical sewing.
I needed to be left alone
while I listen to smooth Jazz via radio saxophone
You see my garage is housing a magical secret
of a contraption I'm building with no regret
It has taken me years to build
and when I put it in action the return will thrill
Yes, I built my own rocket ship
for I am going on a trip
I will be travelling to capture the brightest star
and it doesn't matter if my trip will be far
To win your love back, this will be my gift to you
So you will know our love is true
Feel free to begin your dance
This gift of light will bring us romance
The lighthouse sits upon the desolate island shore
Slowly dilapidating as its pieces fall to the ocean floor
Seagulls and ospreys have made it their coastal home
As it sits unsafe in a place most would never dare to roam
Once it’s nighttime its prism lights are rumored to turn on
Even though the original light bulbs are all broken and gone
Sometimes the lights can be seen at the hotel across the bay
Many guests have reported seeing it light up the open seaway
There is a legend that the lighthouse is cursed and a haunted place
Those who have ventured to visit have disappeared without a trace
Many say that on quiet nights when the moon is full and bright
A young widow can be seen pacing and crying in the lighthouse at night
It is rumored that a young bride is waiting for the return of his ship
That was lost at sea with its captain, who never returned from his trip
There are nights when the wind may carry her sounds of despair
The haunted lighthouse remains a mystery and many fear to go there
"In my fragile little ship, I sail, sail
In the tempestuous sea of life
Dodging life's pressures, to doldrums outlast"~ by poet
Breathing in and out the notes of life,
from first cry to last sigh, you sing
you sing.... unbeknownst
unbeknownst to you as to
what tunes and notes of life
you will be singing..
but you keep singing... taking cues
taking cues from the
rhythm of the twirl of time.
As you warble to the ticking of time
sometimes...
a melody is created
and the moment becomes lovely -
when your hum is harmonious to
the rhythm, tempo, and dynamics of life.
Listening to that melody - so sweet,
buds of love and peace bloom straightaway
in vibrant colours
to savour and celebrate
the beautiful moment:
a moment as beautiful
as the sweet smile of a child
and as peaceful as the
stillness of a meditation hall.
At times, your voice cracks
you sing outside the range
hitting the wrong note...
and.........oh........
you slip down the stairs
the last step extending down to
the hassles and hard times of life...
like a banana peel
in an already slippery road,
like a dust in the eye
that blurs your vision,
like that of a Wordle game
that leaves you totally clueless.
Such wrong notes
in your song of life
leave you in dismay
like a torn page in a book:
you get dejected, dispirited, and disheartened
and a confused state of mind follows.
But you know you should not stop
you need to ignore the wrong note you struck
not a wince, blink or a pause..
you have to just move
on and on...
and get your mojo back
to continue carolling
the rest of your notes of life
in accordance to the
rhythm of time...
Date: 02/24/2022
'F' form - Free verse - New - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme Chosen: Life
First Place
Poem Of The Day on 02/24/2022
The outer edge of my mind is brooding,
Steaming, bubbling in ways not soothing.
Outraged at the mistakes unfolding
Out of range yet an anger growing
And better to have you listen….
‘Cause, the message I mention is potent.
Delivered to those in the notion
The outer limits of Source I reckon
Are poised to deploy the great Oceans,
If and if we don’t hear…
There’s a Care we forgot to endear
Watched from the outer most sphere
Burning hot with their spots in my ear.
So heed and make speed to attention…
We owe it the Clean of a loving detail
We’re held on the Means that we prevail
Bread to make right yet wrote that we fail
Spreading fear over years as a ‘no reveal’
OutrageUs! they staged us and hid the Real.
So let me flow within the stream of a wolf
and let me show what the dreams can expose
“Four those… there came four more”
“Exposure through the open doors”
“Make it right” They said,
at the close of a Night and a wake…
“Make it write” They said,
to begin Second Flight before the break
They said… entourage... clean it up!
entourage… ‘enter.our.age’ a better place we should make it. less mistakes like the ship that breaks… over the coral… it’s not okay.
entourage ...2. surroundings or environment
Form:
Day's later we are to arrive in Greece
and we have no Captain
and no tresure. He who cammands is A fearful foolish person.
The oils are resticted due to his fear of thrist
and the fruit stored have soured
due to his lack of knowledge.
The salted fish shall fill these bellies
until we have sailed into Greece
and what sjhall we tell these people.
Scylla has taken both Captain Crew and treasure.
What are they to say of us.
They arrived at Crete, and ships met them.
They ordered us into a particular place in the harbor one said.
They asked nothing and we said nothing.
We were ordered to stay aboard, we stayed in harbor
for Five days. On the Night of the fifth day meats and
wines were sent aboard. Breads fresh made with salads and fruits.
The wines were like no thing we had ever tasted they were
great wines said the guy who had taken the helm.
A member of the Roman Navy had boarded the ship
he told them of a ship docked down stream that had arrived
Seven Days before them. He told them they were said to
be sunk and a Sae Creture had Swallowed them
A six headed sea Creature.
He asked them not to come ashore until he could
determine what was going on.
Casear was in Greece to hear the Operas of Beautful Women
anbd we wished you to tell your story to Casear.
TO MY DEAREST BROTHER
On the quest to look for peace in a peaceful land
We embarked on a journey of no return
Looking for light to lighten our darkness
Tomorrow is way too far away; we left yesterday
The sea of our destiny is a busy road
We alone sail alone to our future; the destination
Strong winds of trials and pirates of adversity not minding their business
Always trying to be the obstacles in reaching our destination.
So many experiences out there to experience in this journey
What is adversity and trials that we cannot stand them?
So assured and bound to reach our destination as prophesied
God owns our ship; he can’t allow his captains fall prey to sea predators
Let’s believe in him and believe in ourselves strongly
Never you forget that I’m your co-captain as we will always co-operate
Will always be there with you to ensure that our ship doesn’t sink
will be too strong for them; not even the storm nor tsunami of life can stop us
Lordvip
September, 2013.
Poem for Workaholics
How boring will be work ?
If you don't at all shirk!
Have no time for friends?
You go out of trends!
Work is worship!
A karmic ship!
Earns you living
With great zing,
Talents explore
To fame galore,
Head and heart
Start to smart,
Morning till evening
Is it your only being ?
Running so fast
ahead of the love ?
Aren't you a surgeon
In want of glove ?
Can only work be life?
Can it be your wife?
Can it be your kids?
Can it be best friends?
Work is to please,
Not to appease,
Work is to acquire
Till you retire,
Don't make it your life
Else you strife,
Under work overload
You sure will explode,
Hold your head up,
Take a pause,
A loud laugh,
Find her link
One sweet wink,
Use some wit
Stress will split,
Take a break,
Have some fun,
A small picnic,
A secret meet,
Love will greet !
Life is beyond,
Not a frog's pond !
Work is a jerk,
Love is a perk !
You are not for work,
Work is for you !
Written on 31/7/14
Entered in contest ' A poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11 '
On August 28th, 2014 sponsored by PD A
Death of a young man
There is a schooner in the bay flags on half mast
a crew member had fallen from the top of the mast
and since the ship had no freezer he had been
buried at sea. This reminded me of the deckhand
on a boat, I was on he fell down and empty hold
got up insisted he was ok, but the captain called
an ambulance and two hours later he was dead,
At eighteen his passing was senseless. I hoped
his mother had more children to console her which
she wouldn`t have had had she been caught up
In the abortion debate believing it was ok only
having one child. Abortion is the quickest way to
depopulate a country; the Israeli knows this and
give black Jews a pill so they can abort, they want
European Jews of the type who becomes good
soldiers and belief in their supremacy.
It was one of those nights that a rapscallion would swoon
our pirate ship glided almost silently by the light of the moon
we were stealthily advancing on a world we did not know
They would experience our cutthroat ways before we would go
I hear they have women my bunkmate whispered to me
What would this scallywag know? He was merely twenty-three.
I hear they are pretty whispered a lad on the other side
I rolled my eyes; when we got there, where would they hide?
They were not true pirates, they did not understand.
They were bold, loud, young and foolish, not part of our band.
I was irritated with our leader for letting them get on board.
While I was thinking this, one of them loudly snored.
For over thirty years we had sneaked into this marvelous cove.
We had stolen their best things, I swear this, by jove!
But on this trip these young ones ruined everything by being loud.
We barely escaped with your lives from the hostile island crowd.
Caravans all covered with sand;
Release the agent's contraband;
Eat hearty children all over the lands;
All bloated bodies human beings;
~
My trust is not in man;
My trust is not in man;
My trust not lost;
But it is in Him;
And the hem of His garment is my trust is in Jesus
It's just the touch of Him I feel I'll be healed;
Yes! By the touching of the hem of His garment,
I shall be healed,
By the touch of His garment
I shall be healed;
~
Devotional idols are with our minds
Sometime it's based on what we spend times on
All aboard to this ship
You don't want to miss this cruise I'm in
~
As I peer through the port
I see a man walking on the waters
With arms hands reaching out to me
He says come my son come out and join me
~
My trust is not in man
My trust is not in man
My trust is not lost
But it is in Him
And the Him that reaches His arms out to me Jesus
As He walks the sea, Jesus
It's just His touch I need
Yes! By touching the hem of His garment
I shall walk torrent rancid waters
I shall be healed by the touch of His garment
I shall be healed
~
O' if I could just touch the Son
If I could just touch Jesus
The Christ, everything in my life in front of me will be alright
~
So I keep my eyes on the prize
So that I won't fall under
I put on the Lord as my garment with him, I Prevail
I won't fail my trust, my trust is yet and still in front of me
My trust is in Jesus Christ
2/22/14
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr 2014, 2021