Wind filled sails drives his command,
A salty breeze chisels his face.
The crew obeys his every demand,
Master of the sea stands in his place.
Sailing South to all virgin lands,
Heading's true and steering straight.
Ship is cradled in starlit hands,
With fertile dreams at Heaven's gate.
No tempest will dissuade his course,
A swashbuckler oh so bold.
Guided by unnatural force,
To fill his coffers full of gold.
All deckhands will now prepare,
Adventure on the open seas.
While searching for islands fair,
Perchance to do as they please.
Lookouts spy a distant ship,
Crew stands firm to do their duty.
Now with sword strapped to the hip,
A plan to seize pirate's booty.
Alongside black sail moving fast,
All fall silent as cannons roar.
A fatal shot strikes the mast,
Skull and crossbones sail no more.
With victory that tastes so sweet,
On their way to a lavish coast.
Tahitian beauties soon to meet,
The part that they all love the most.
Rum filled shipmates sigh relief,
Back to sea no more to roam.
With gold and jewels beyond belief,
This Captain steers a course back home.
Categories:
lookouts, adventure, beach, beauty, courage,
Form: Rhyme
In the dark lonely night, you stayed
With different words,I said
Whoever angered me, was slayed
All these love and joy, it paid
By thoughts of breakups
Which gave me hiccups
You shouted for lookouts
In the end love standouts
She took me for a fool
Thinking our love deep as a pool
Would quickly shrink
In the eye's blink
Roamed around aimlessly
Tortured mercilessly
Even though we separate
But love was our fate
Categories:
lookouts, love,
Form: Rhyme
beneath circling clouds
in the depths of the ocean
with little nearby
lies a speck of an island
of but thirty-five square miles
green mountain rising
from which hot lava once flowed
most toward the west
where the people live today
in modest isolation
not quite as busy
as during the Falkland War
a remote haven
for whale and turtle watchers
and those not easily bored
the Two Boats village
an airfield called Wideawake
the days are long past
when lookouts stood chilly watch
so 'Lil Boney' wasn't freed
amid the high seas
and the bluest of waters
a little island
not so much as forgotten
as never really known
Categories:
lookouts, history, mystery, solitude, water,
Form: Tanka
frolicking in salt water
playing with their babies
delighting mermaid lookouts
their prettiness matching the ocean they love
we sleep well, dreaming we are dolphins
Categories:
lookouts, animal,
Form: Haiku
Tides will lecture us, obtrusively, to our faces,
& it's moments like these we unearth
probity in outlooks and lookouts
to crack the skulls of coconuts. some lives
have small windows, & we, like hounds, look
out & bayed full moons, through panes. & pain,
bringing the high to where the last line
is breathed and we are plumbed. & this
takes fix after fix, to cultivate depravities,
gifts & slumlords, spitting from penitentiaries
the rats & their humans. I saw a few.
This is the kind of stools we sit on
when there is more than blood in our veins
Sometimes guitars sing to us, but the lines ...
are flat, shattered lives. In death,
there's no dreaming, just dumb sleep
Categories:
lookouts, addiction, angst, dream, drug,
Form: Narrative
If you ever heard of this story
If you ever felt the presence of a stranger
If his words were soft and kind
And you could see him smiling in his eyes
Lookout and be careful
The eyes are not the window of the soul
Nor are words as innocent
As you may take them
By crafty words men will deceive you
And for the lack of knowledge you will perish
Yes men will try to outfox you
Because it takes a fox to catch a fox
Men watch for me
Lookout I am coming
Just wait a minute
I’ll be right there
No wait maybe tomorrow
If I ain’t too busy
I’m sorry I had a lot to do today
Please be patient
Don’t worry my word is good
I’m not like those who speak with a double tongue
Think about the missions we’ve been through together
I have always treated you with mercy
Have I not?
Categories:
lookouts, patriotic, society, soldier,
Form: Free verse
She stands by the window
Looking out over the blue
For soon he will sail home
He lover oh so true
It was many weeks ago
From Valletta harbour he sailed
For the Atlantic cause
Following the convoy trail
From its industrial ports
On America's east coast
The war efforts cargo
Must never be lost
Tankers and freight
Ammunition and foods
To serve the heroic
As we deservedly should
Corvette's on the peripheral
Scouting for the packs
For these demons from the deep
And their torpedo attacks
Action stations
As the packs are discovered
Sonar kicks in
For the depth charge shower
The surface explodes
In showers of spray
As lookouts view
Any debris display
The sighting of bubbles
And traces of oil
One of the wolves is maimed
Another statistic war spoil
Days pass
As Liverpool is reached
A rare sight indeed
For a convoy not breached
This Corvette of the brave
And the hero's who have manned
Continue on their journey
To the North African lands
By the Bay Of Biscay
Into the Gibraltar Straights
Down the Mediterranean
To Valletta where she waits
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Categories:
lookouts, history, hope, love, sea,
Form: Rhyme
She leaves Southampton
This Titanic ship
Her maiden voyage
New York trip
Channel crossings to Cherbourg, France
To Queenstown in Ireland
Where passengers dance
To some, a new life awaits
The future will seal their fate
Newfoundland waters
Temperature drop
Impending disaster
Without a thought
Lookouts, Fleet and Lee
Spot a large iceberg close to she
Sitting off her starboard bow
Sweat dripping from their brow
Telegraph indicator
In confusion state
This colossus of ice
Sits and waits
Inevitable meet
As natures diamond rips
Starboard side
Of this most wonderful ship
Rivets pop, buckled hull
Atlantic intrusion, in volumes now
Compartments fill, this White Star gem
Will we ever see her likes again
Distress signal sent
As the crew are readied
This ship of ships
Emotionally unsteady
Lifeboats launched
Woman and children first
On this terrible night
Many fear the worst
So many passengers
Few lifeboats
As all around
Bodies float
Stern raised, props showing
Metal talking, funnels choking
Lights flicker off and on
Blackout
Categories:
lookouts, history, life, loss, sea
Form: Rhyme
Birds of prey
With eagle eyes
Spot their prey
And down they dive
Talons lead
Wings spread
Clinical grab
Rabbit dead
Like winged royalty
These feathered kings
Majestic in flight
Superiority reigns
Buzzards, Falcons Hawks and Kites
In flight, my what a sight
Glide and float on thermal breeze
Like lookouts as they top the tree's
As they patrol their kingdoms skies
Terrain watching with their eyes
Movement in the undergrowth
Its natures wish, you pray for them both.
Categories:
lookouts, nature
Form: Rhyme
Late winter
Endless winter
Trees lay bare branches across the grey sky
Their leaves dried by March wind
Brown as putrid skin
Ground squirrels scurry round
Hunting up buried nuts
Some climb trees to very top
Lookouts for predators
Birds don't know which way to fly
A pile of white feathers lay
Where a famished hawk devoured its prey
And three great black crows
Sit in the everlasting pine
With shrieking comment all morning long
This a daily ritual
While at noon one may see
O'er bent the rot and lingering snow
An old old couple
Out with rake and hoe
Trying to inveigle spring
Categories:
lookouts, life, natureold, old,
Form: Free verse
Transitory Mirror
Dark pools look back
These eyes
Now slow mark their lines
Crows feet emotions
With sun kind smiles
Older now
As they stare
Their sparkle sheen
Hides the so many things
Times have come
Gone into an Iris of thought
The lookouts of my soul
Wonder at themselves
Behind me
Spent seconds of captured light
Ricochet in sadness and laughter
And draw their features
In ideograms of tears
To their corners
Here where my dreams reside
And where my fear can hide
Gentle brown they seem now
Of one time darkness confiscated
And madness rims
In their violence no longer becomes
The person beneath them
But echoes still
All the footprints of life
Stranger they are to the knowing
Recognition reflecting
The thronging colours reassemble
And presume to know me
The lover me
The hidden me dips the razor in cold clear water
And carries on shaving
Categories:
lookouts, introspection
Form: Free verse
To the Signalmen of the Watch
She is cool gray steel, slicing darkest sea.
Crewed by crazed youngsters, both man and woman.
Quiet and deadly, in following seas, free.
No light above, but the Moon and Orion.
Coffee, cigarette, red night lights aglow,
I, reading Conrad, lookouts are all set.
Only sounds of the sea and radio,
always watchful for contacts to be met.
She patrols her night box for rouge raiders.
Giant turbines in her belly turn with snap.
The night cook prepares mid watch cheese sliders.
Chaplain says night prayer, Boats plays taps.
She was built for fast work anytime or place.
I sit on watch, red light bathing my face.
Categories:
lookouts, adventure, sea, social, work,
Form: Sonnet
We move to the city with all its buildings
Miss the country with all the viewings
The crisp mornings and the fresh air
A beautiful feeling you can always bear
To live in a house with all of its charm
We sit on the verandah, arm in arm
Watching the sunset, it is all so beautiful
Getting the feeling that everything is so wonderful
Walk through the bush which end at lookouts
Staring into space and say there are no doubts
With two people together everything is so peaceful
A love that is blissful and so meaningful
As we lie in front of the fire
Being with the one that you desire
Looking at each other saying, "I love you"
Sharing the feeling and everything shines through
Categories:
lookouts, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love,
Form: I do not know?