Long Sounder Poems
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Hold on to yourselves
It’s going to be a long one
I forgive you but I do not
Remember me
Or have you forgotten
I am the soul of Martha Carrier
I am the cold amongst un-forgiven barriers
If life were as smooth as fairytales
I’d lust with Arial
Young Goodman Brown
Trust is often dreamt upon
But never truly found
Marry me not
For Religion is often a foolish sound
I am the trust that never funds
The river that seas beyond and will never bond
I am the tissue that forever mends our scars visible
I am the light that shines only in hopes that my shadow may dim
I am, I am, Sam, I am not
Though my summers shall hoist the founding days
Oh I am
I am an artist amongst poets severely recognized
I am the misery, the matter that pours from within your eyes
I am the cake, the plate,
The smile which your child exhibits on common days
I am the Shakespeare within in lyrics
The only god to bring about tragedies to treasure
With out the theatre in play
The hollow that sleeps not to wish nor weep upon tomorrow
I am the founder of nothing
The whereabouts of that slave in Sounder
Who found more than nothing
Will you remind me when my days have finally dissolved?
Upon my graven lay I may receive but random applauds
I am the love you lost
The dove
Your lost savior
Stricken upon a cross
Get over yourself world
My cape
My suede
My vengeance
Receive my blade
Farewell love
All is well
Do I need normal shoes equipped with cleats?
I’m not as steady as I used to be.
The town in which I live has narrow streets: ...
So where’s this poem going? Bear with me!
I’ve always had an eye for pretty girls.
Polite and non-aggressive, if I spied
a fetching face, or shoulders draped in curls,
I used to cross the street. Once on her side,
I wouldn’t pester, leer, or be a pain:
I’d walk on by, not try for conversation.
My face a mask of diffident disdain,
I’d let her dominate the situation.
She’d probably ignore me (often did):
but what if there’s a question? Way to go!
She’s looking for a store that’s selling squid,
or just a joint to grab a cup of Joe!
Striking up a friendship on the hop –
it sometimes works in movies, so it can’t
be fiction! I could steer her to the shop,
all charm and bumble – humbly Hugh Grant!
You never know your luck. A great romance
could flourish for a self-asserting hero!
but though I offered Cupid half a chance,
it never happened once. I’m batting zero.
And now, back to the narrow-streeted city,
whose sidewalks are beyond an urban joke.
We need some kind of citizens’ committee:
the grouting’s gone, the slabs are old and broke,
and cars encroach upon them when they park.
I told you I’m no longer twinkle-toed.
It’s safer (and not merely after dark)
to walk right down the middle of the road!
The other day, I realised I’m old.
I shunned the sidewalk, barbers’ shops and churches
to stride where sandals score a sounder hold,
and grandpa’s feet can get a better purchase.
The flagstones to my right gave up a treat:
a lovely woman – no, in fact – a wonder!
I didn’t shift position in the street,
and Fate could not create a tryst. I shunned her!
The road felt good: I opted for the same,
the surface safe and welcoming and slick:
I chose security and felt no shame,
the asphalt more appealing than the chick!
Jesus will love you completely, forever being by your side
Jesus will call often to you and me so one can't easily hide
Often aiding His children in so helping them along their way
He'll always find lost woman and men despite what they say
The more Jesus you take in the more joy one will encounter
You will not always win, but you will, be better than you were
Sounder sleep may also come for it is He who grants us peace
Doesn't work in thinking it's dumb or someone's trying to fleece
Be careful of outside influences that try in drawing you away
The devil's snares are all like nooses leaving the soul in decay
But all one needs do is to ask and Jesus will crush them all
Requires some simple tasks in so requiring you hear His Call
Some roads may be very very long while others may be short
The Lord can only keep you strong if each day to Him you report
Your reward is too big to fit here nor could anyone talk that fast
But if this still isn't all completely clear, well, you won't be the last
Matthew 20:16
“So the last shall be first, and the first last:
for many be called, but few chosen.”
From Scrabster harbour we set
Sea fishing we go
Off Dunnett Head
Dinghy in tow
A few hours we sail
To reach the spot
To hunt our catch
Check my lobster pots
This Pentland firth
Flowing blue and fresh
With our deep sea rods
Various baits, spinning meps
Along the way
Some pots we check
Crustacean grab
Lobster and dab
Destination reached
Our fishing ground
Sounder on
Fish are found
Leaded up, lines straight
Darrow's aplenty, strengthened trace
Lines down bottom hit
Watch the tip as we drift
The waves deceive
We think a bite
Natures water
Tricks us slight
This beautiful day
As patience allows
We hear a shout
From the starboard bow
Wow! dad,
Look at the bend on your rod
Is it a dogfish or ling
Or a monster cod
Posture right to reel this catch
Has this fisherman met his match
Over an hour this marathon lasts
Fish against man, sporting ask
Forearms ache, back strains
I reel it in, it then regains
Is it tiring, or is it me
This awesome creature from the sea
Moments later
Surface splash
A wing of skate
Adrenalin blast
Fish aboard
Tagged and weighed
Released with care
In its domain we played
The day goes on
With various catch
But only the one
Had met his match
The evening draws
With the firth so calm
As we watch the sunset
With a golden dram
To Mother Nature we raise our glass
She is indeed, such a wonderful lass
He was grizzled, intimidating, the original Viking all in black.
We were fearful, tearful, he was frightened us. We felt lack.
Is he a Viking? A Trojan? A Greek? A devil not clearly seen?
We did not know, so we reported this stranger to our darling queen.
Our queen was not afraid of anything, we had seen this before.
She summoned him to court, but he disappeared, gone forevermore.
We pondered this stranger with blue eyes the rest of our life.
He was a battle of one, scaring us soundly. We all felt the strife.
He was Celtic, a pagan, a man with battle and death on his mind.
He was horrible, a meanie, nothing like our loving sweet kind.
Some said his name was unmentionable, so they would never tell.
One thing for sure, this curious stranger was straight out of hell.
The story of him grew until it could not be contained, alive in the air.
He killed with his bare hands. His ebony coats were made of a bear.
He was a hermit, a rounder, a sounder, a man to be avoided and feared.
We love the stories of him. They are camp fire songs too, many endeared.
Your health, your choice — how will you choose?
Each day’s a gift you dare not lose.
Life whispers in morning’s light,
Inviting you to choose what’s right.
Your health — your choice — begin today,
Walk the brighter, wiser way.
Choose the habits that restore,
That strengthens body, spirit, and more.
Choose foods that nourish, pure and clean,
Fresh from the earth, both ripe and green.
Choose movement — steady, strong, and true,
A walk, a stretch, a breath renewed.
Choose rest when weary bones grow tired;
Let peaceful sleep be God-inspired.
Small decisions, day by day,
Shape the life you live and pray.
They build up strength, extend your years,
Bring clearer thoughts and calm your fears.
They give a wealth no gold can buy —
A steady heart, a hopeful eye.
Our loving Creator, wise and kind,
Desires sound body and a clear mind.
“I wish above all things,” He says,
“That you be whole in all your ways.”
To prosper, thrive, and firmly stand
Secure within His guiding hand.
Yet sometimes we falter, sometimes fall,
We fail to heed wisdom’s call.
Poor choices carry hidden costs —
Energy fades, vitality lost.
Seeds once sown begin to grow,
And in the body, sorrow shows.
Still mercy speaks; God restores.
He heals, renews, and strength outpours.
With patient love, He leads again
And lifts the weak, encouraging men.
Health is a trust — a sacred gift,
Not shaped by chance, nor ruled by drift.
When we care for flesh and frame,
We honour God and praise His name.
A sounder mind, a joyful heart
Begin with choices set apart.
Peace within and strength without
Grow where faithful steps walk out.
Health is a treasure — guard it well,
Where discipline and wisdom dwell.
Body and spirit together stand
Within our Father’s careful plan.
Your health, your choice — decide today.
Walk in wisdom’s steady way.
Choose health.
Choose life.
Choose peace within.
Choose strength without.
Choose hope.
Choose joy.
Choose God’s design — and walk therein.
For every choice you make in light
Shape your tomorrows strong and bright.
Your health, your choice — begin today.
Rise with faith… and choose His way.
Be my soul’s keeper protecting me through the night as I sleep, as I dream.
Stay with me throughout my days.
Watch over me protect me from this crazy place.
Shelter my heart with your silvery wings carry my spirit gently in your keep.
Caress my soul with your loving breath.
Wake me from my weary heart, revitalize my energies light.
Reach down touch me give me the strength to carry on another day.
Help me to see the love that lives within.
Grant me the endurance I need to survive a darkening world.
Look down upon a wandering sprite.
Escort me to a brighter light.
Touch me with a smile.
Lead me to the brave who will be fighting chaos’s advancing enchantments.
Take away the idle minds
Teach me how to stimulate.
Help me to ignite the crusaders hearts.
Allow me to write the voices echoing in my brain.
Let the laughter, the smiles I create help to heal a lonely realm.
Be my soul’s keeper protecting me through the night as I sleep, as I dream.
Stay with me throughout my days.
With your gifts you have granted me, my spirit grows sounder.
My allure beginning to bloom, rays of light can now shine through.
Know in my devoted heart, I will never give up the fight.
Mum said "birds of a feather flock together"
so I searched for a man who liked similar weather
until Dad stressed "opposites attract"
and I tried to determine just what I lacked
"Small packages", Mum said, "held the best things"
so I looked for a humble guy with diamond rings
until Dad said I should find a real go-getter
because it's a fact "the bigger the better"
When I fancied a guy from amongst the herds
Mum said "action speaks louder than words"
but Dad said this advice should be ignored
because "the pen is mightier than the sword"
Mum believed men should be kept closely entwined
because of the saying "out of sight out of mind"
Dad urged I give them space and make them ponder
because "absence makes the heart grow fonder"
I worried how I'd react to being charmed
Mum emphasized "forewarned is forearmed"
The male perspective gave my ego a hit –
Dad said "cross that bridge if you come to it"
When I found love the saying Mum liked to push
was "one in the hand's worth two in the bush"
Dad said "there's always time to be the faithful wife"
and persuaded me "variety was the spice of life"
I struggled at courting and was getting old
but "you're never too old to learn" I was told
However my confidence was hit for a six
when Dad said "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"
"If first you don't succeed try, try again"
this was Mum's attitude toward courting men
Dad's radically differed of course –
he told me not to "flog a dead horse"
My parent's advice couldn't have been sounder
for I found a genuine all rounder
but I hope he can live with the reality
I now have a split personality.
From David's unpublished book entitled 'Poems for Wedding Receptions & Poems Definitely NOT for Wedding Receptions
Big Ben chimes again
With Bazball zen
One of those men
From special stock
Shepherd of the flock
Hewn from strewn Volcanic rock
From New Zealand's Southern Isle
But only there for a wee while
Mighty flame haired flair laird
Without doubt more about Blighty's North East
They forged this bellicose beast
Ripsnorting sporting cavorting squire
Glutton & gourmand gorged feast
Test town crier
Puffed buffed chest
Inspire..burning
Proper copper topper
Churning fire..
Endless zest..desire
No dull lull
No bore draw
Simple...aspire
To score more!
It's not arcane
Stokes campaign & reign
Train like you're insane
Always entertain!
Remember us flounder
In the gutter
Trounced...17 on the bounce
Could we have found
Pound for pounder
Better all rounder
Nutter...go getter
Sounder founder
Run rate record setter
Of the evolution
And revolution
Of Test cricket
Toe to toe
Blow by blow
Heave ho
Give us a ticket
In the Baz ball or
Ben buzz grotto
Gung Ho motto
You will never know
Till you give it a go!
Look out for a Scally getting pally in an alley
Or a boy from a Welsh Valley going doolally
Watch out for a Gadabout in polished brogue
Keep tally of reprobates mates out on a rally
The Rogue knack seems to be back in vogue
King of the bling castle that Rascal debacle sparkle
Why possibly be a flunky if you could instead be
Punky freaky funky sneaky spunky cheeky monkey
Wastrel with Scoundrel and a Ne’er Do Well revel
Grins sparking at sins of fancy dans and Harridans
Twins of long pins dance spin with larking Larrikins
Drifter Imp or Grifter pimp do scrimp always a cad
Unravel dishevel like a Devil from that lower level
Had by a champ Scamp Artful Dodger to crafty lad
Fond of Rapscallion swearing Vagabond & medallion
Delightful tomfoolery wearing well frightful jewellery
Drunken Scallywag swagbag brag of sunken galleon
Blighter sounder Bounder all rounder fighter & stallion
Villain scouring vulture devouring souring culture carrion
Tyro on giro Rake or Tyke on the take always a Herbert
Hasty helluva pasty fella but tasty & stellar as fresh turbot
Can't cellar or curb it not a hermit more animal than kermit
Shan’t enslave a fave Knave or Snake who crave a sherbet..