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Mooring Poems

Fair Winds

Fair winds and following seas.
May full sails surge with scudding breeze.
May peaceful moorings host your craft
wherever indulgent winds waft.

A toast now to your safe return.
May choppy seas be left astern.
May evening offer pleasing berth
to ensconce in halcyon firth.

Categories: mooring, boat, goodbye, sea, wind,
Form: Rhyme

New Moorings

Daddy, there are new moorings, come see!
There are shiny pontoon chains and cables,
braided ropes and colorful pennants.
The anchors and piles and buoys all new!

He arose groggily and without ambition
but allowed the boy to lead him to the quay
wherein he saw indeed, new moorings!
His heart quickened.

Badly needed, as the old were worn, 
tattered, and so dangerous

Categories: mooring, boat, faith, metaphor, sea,
Form: Verse

Anchored In a Safe Mooring

anchored
by 
the Holy Spirit
yet
 rooted
 in reality

   on display
infused
then
transfused  
  with
   a separate
creative
   vision

     blending
 internal
    sensation
this anchored
   perception
extrapolated
in
the
simplified 
  patterns
of poiema
  itself

Categories: mooring, christian, imagery, visionary,
Form: Free verse

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The Moorings of Yesterday

The Moorings of Yesterday

Looking out at the moorings of yesterday, wondering what was.
The long pier of forgotten purpose skeletal remains peaking above the surface of ancient waters

Attempting to peer through the fog that is tomorrow,
Wondering what will be.

A moment in time to displace the here and now,
To dream of history’s future.

A day dream of a

Categories: mooring, absence, analogy, change, dream,
Form: Free verse

Do a Little Dance

When you get up in the morning, before you put on the pants, just go ahead and do a little dance. You don't have to know the beat in advance, just move those feet and take a chance. No one's watching, there's no petition, it's just an intuitive tribal tradition. If you do a little

Categories: mooring, 1st grade, dance,
Form: Light Verse

Divine-Mooring

DIVINE-MOORING
Brouhaha filled, I am left with an obscure mind
Many things in life unfair I find
Berserk my soul went
Solitude fermented my present.....
Then, I was a gullible but had around a huge company...
For I silently agreed and blended in their symphony....
But as my voice I raised against their vices many
Was left with torn-relations like a marooned pony
I

Categories: mooring, allah, angel, art,
Form: Rhyme