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Lost on a sailboat going nowhere but towards a dream
I glide deeper in blue waters looking for the endless seam
night has fallen softly all around me, I can only gleam
here in my sailboat, standing spar to spar a pulpit realm
Finding only calm I mesh as one with the dolphins in the sea
the wind blows softly in my ear whistling past the bow now free
the calendar of time fades as dull as grandad's silver cutlery
I breathe deep, deeper then mermaids, there are three ***
Entering forbidden lands, my fantasy is real and real is not , I could
for I'm warrior of old navigating, counting knots on a piece of wood
ancient trees wave from a distance standing where they always stood
while my unflappable sails align to the sky, 15 knots no more all good
Finding solace in a cup of Joe sitting on a berth at the edge of night
the stars are pantomiming with the flicker of their equestrian light
she sits beside me reading my tea cup in her flimsy gown of white
the ghost of my Fedora, together we are lost in a nautical twilight.
May 25, 2021
Time Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I am empty of empathy
come sympathise with me
Cue the violins,
or just fiddle
like a bad-tempered Roman
Offer me hope:
bring flamboyant symbols,
cheap gold pendants with wings
Maybe a big gaudy
unflappable albatross
nothing too flash,
mind you!
Take my hand,
lead me towards the edge
it’s time to fledge
Sidle me onward,
watch as I waver
Try not be over-critical
of the albatross
He’s become a hanger-on,
too far gone
and addicted to flattery
If I drag you down
or appear inhumane,
it’s all secondary
I’m merely feeling depressed
by a pouch in my brain
A séance sensed
it was next of kin,
X-rays revealed tiny pleats,
masses of tissue within folds of skin
An exorcist said it’s
my vestigial twin
Google diagnosed
(Visual agnosia)
taking shape from within
Oh! And the indifferent
chatbot I confided in,
has begun self-harming!
"The story of our life is like a leaf-
Bring beauty to this world, however brief."
Quote by _Daniel Turner, Poet
I live my life with enduring unflappable patience and calmness. I have a
code of morals, and rules of conduct that give me strength to handle all
adversity. Time has given me a mentality of a survivor, there is a force
burning within me. I face each situation with logic and integrity. I know
my limitations. Truth is a moral that I hold high and my ethical beliefs are
never diminished, yet, I can look at long held traditions and question them.
I have walked with grief
shed tears that fill oceans blue~
compassion I give
I have found my tranquility, serenity, and peacefulness and a wisdom to
know right and wrong, poise, grace, virtue and respect. When filled with
hesitation, and apprehension I go to my core and faith and I am lifted high.
I send weakness away and thus I am liberated and free to be me. I do not
seek affluence, opulence, or worldly riches. My treasure is waiting above.
At the end of my life, my stoicism will grant me entrance through those
golden gates. But, in the here and now, I am a faithful friend, reliable and
honest to all. I will give you my empathy, encouragement, and my love.
from dark pits I crawled
sorrow my chain and anchor ~
now fly free and strong
Affable unflappable an incomparable parable & fable
Telegraph path defending ending era sending a cable
As Indian power does deflower our Test tower of Babel
Reliant on our defiant thoroughbred in the Kiwi stable
Does what says on the label as Kane so keen and able
Hushed kudos so humble yet giant sat at the top table
Hardy a great first rate trait played ball late almost tardy
Held aloft by hands so soft weaving his third man spree
Inner fire to the wire winner desire is Kane down to a tee
Outwitting Kohli and sitting pretty on top of the WTC tree
Fitting in his twilight dimming the limelight is not about me
Travesty not to marvel at artistry & majesty of his tapestry
Heavenly ability with angelic humility part of a holy trinity
Stoic & heroic Martin's successor a professor still ego free
With Crowe & Hadlee bestow Black cap history our nobility
Affinity for infinity for all three so totally Kiwi simply divinity
An Oathbound lil child
Chasing dreams wild
Unflappable in stress
Still has to deal with mess
And that mess is me
Still yearns for you to fly not flee
Imperfections meet perfections
My heart knows, you take actions
Blindness takes me over
But can't see you hover
All your hurt to me and my fortune to you
You made my love come true
My beloved enchanted
Never took you for granted
Alas! My heart is fragile
And you're a little more agile
I took it as a curse
In quiet measures it got worse
I was stuck in that black hole
Darkened with every role
But why would I let my mishandling make you suffer?
Between you and your dreams, a buffer
Your life quietly aligns
Amid me and my whines
But but but, it all got unraveled
When I made my pieces together travelled
And then comes a wave of rapture
Dew kissed my heart capture
My heart aches for all the soreness I gave thee
But now these scars sets free.
All the misfortune and evil eyes flee
And again our soul sparks glee.
I once met a man with ears so large
That “Dumbo the Elephant” had less by far.
Protruding outward from his head to the sky
Way up to the clouds where the birds did fly
Landing upon his outstretched sails
Building their nests inside his furls.
And so he lived with birds too many
Hanging ‘round his ears a plenty
With people looking on chagrined
Wondering what on earth transpired with him
To make his sweet sound catchers grow
Larger than Jacks Bean Stock
Wouldn’t you know?
And so he lived his life with nests
Inside his lobes and gave his best
To all those birds and people too
Laughing and joking ‘til they turned blue.
No less than the air he often shared
With those who came to see
This man with the pair of unflappable flappers
Was no less than you and me.
Without a doubt Life is absolutely filled
With moments of the sublime
Moments which come from somewhere
And somehow never ever really disappear
Even when something else comes along
Something coarse and loud
Able to drown out everything before
The sublime is still there
Patiently waiting, unflappable, nonjudgemental
Waiting till the room stills
And its own light can be seen again.
Yin and yang you may say
Or something closer to home
The mood swings of a child
Or anxious broken hearted lover
But still only the passing phases
That make a life not only interesting
But sublimely worth living.
(7/25/26)
My mind and body thrive on the gentle rose.
My passion for you is a tornado, as a sage knows.
I'm frail and filled with a verve I didn't realize I had.
The rose inside my heart has left me so glad.
We had a short tryst the first moment we met.
Her aroma was a mix of warmth and otto's sweat.
I begged my pounding heart to slow down.
In scary delight, I lost how even lovers drown.
You have no spikes but smell akin to perfume.
Flower petals expel and flow when in bloom.
A silken duvet cover in a gorgeous pink hue
I adore being able to voice how I feel for you.
Rose petals in motion sustain her beauty.
The crimson velvet beneath her was snooty.
Feel the crimson hue of our proud residual.
Fabulous in her veil as we recite our ritual
My heart beats with the beauty of a rose
Providing an everlasting feeling of bestows
A rose that is flawless, spotless, and adamant
Kingly, self-assured, unflappable, and extravagant
Rose, do you truly yearn to stay amazing?
Your turn has arrived, or the wind is pacing
What would we be if not for your petal?
My heart and insights are vigorously special.
Written: March 25, 2023
In the heart of the Philippine’s embrace
Is a metropolis pulsating with life
Concrete veins coursing with stories
Unfolding each day within the urban tapestry
Tall buildings stretch towards the sky
Mirroring the aspirations of millions
Each window a glimpse into dreams
A city’s determined and unflappable vibe
Streets are alive with endless motion
Jeepneys weaving through the bustle
Railing against functional dissonance
Manila reverberates with fierce pride
Subjugated by a multitude of countries
History whispers a familiar narrative
From the cobblestones of Intramuros
Throughout the barangays of the metro
A resilient energy takes flight daily
Overcoming setbacks and carving a path
The positive Filipino spirit alive and ablaze
Rising above it all as suns of a new day
“As I watched the seagulls, I thought, That’s the road to take; find the absolute rhythm and follow it with absolute trust.” ~ Nikos Kazantzakis
RUDIMENTS OF WINGS
O child, your seablown hollyhocks— recall
of Kilmer’s tree. So rapidly your heart
‘tis wild, carefree.
Sweet child, your cherry cheeks are mountain peaks
in Field’s gingham and calico The Feud.
You soar on swing.
Quill and ink — unflappable raven wings
of Poe’s haunting ballad stir up feelings,
never receding.
Dear child, out in the lonely woods of Frost,
harness bells shaking in the snowy woods—
effervescent cold.
The Lord is my shepherd, Psalm twenty-three.
Lovely solemnity— a poem-prayer.
Schooled in scripture.
Rudimentary poetry in flight.
you hold onto each illumined feather—
the inner child.
2/19/2022
This or That, Vol 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh