So, am I pulling you down?
Or holding you in your place?
Sinking to a new low?
And keeping you locked in space?
Are you in need to move on?
Longing to drift in the breeze?
Catch yourself a new wave?
And get up off of your knees?
But why do you want to drift?
Just where do you want to roam?
Can’t you stay here with me?
And make this spot into home?
Is this thing not what I am?
Is this place not where we are?
I am keeping you safe…
No need to reach for a star…
One day you will let me go.
Into the depths I’ll descend.
And then you will move on.
Our time together will end.
But, while you’re sailing along,
With freedom as your new norm,
You will remember me,
Who kept you safe from the storm.
Balefire
What glory is a lighthouse with no storm to weather?
For there is no solace in harbouring a harpooned wanderer
Truth be told, I am the jaded sea-torn sailor
Yet they sing to me and call me the Balefire
Doldrums
Doldrums
Dear doldrums you call…..
In endless seas jetsam thoughts seek out the siren’s forever
Despite smooth tides and the steady marauder
Truth be told, I am the sea-sick star-gazer
Yet the sing to me and call me the Balefire
Doldrums
Doldrums
Dear doldrums you call…..
Washed ashore, these barren lands may guide me asunder
I can forget my qualms in search of treasure
Where windward dreams shall starve the fever
Truth be told, I am the moody-marooned mariner
Yet they sing to me and call me the Balefire
Doldrums
Doldrums
Dear doldrums you called…..
They say the ocean is home to many souls lost at sea
The Doldrums tell me there is no greater death than the one within me
Tropical breezes waft across a sea of empyrean bliss as
a lost ship, the The Golden Dragon,
cast it’s indigo shadow upon turquoise waters.
Parrots preening one another,
were the welcoming party for weary travelers.
whispering leaves on trees twisted with the winds of ages,
graced the morning light upon the shore.
Down Anchor and a shoreward visit to
this seraphic isle, gave them a chance
to enjoy an idyllic splendor, they’d never before seen;
Fruit and nuts were gathered and some small animals for sustenance and a much-need good night’s sleep allowed them time to reflect, reconnect with one another and re-chart their course.
The preening pair watched
as the ship weighted anchor, turned starboard,
and vanished into thin air.
An experienced ship's commander
uses AIs similar transponder
knows what the map blur is
don't sink ship for quiz
not blur of mosquito , i ponder
Mystic mystical seas
Wayward soldier
it's not yet over
over yourself is just
being gone over
on the rising raging seas
your voyages just begun
Binding me and in raging seas
high at nautical pace your journey's
Journey course
it is of course
nautical lacrosse
at the raging marsh a
Nautical Navy soldier
2/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A very wise but good natured
mathematician once
whispered to me
some helpful words of advice
when sailing the seven seas
it takes 1,852 metres and 6,076 feet
to find each nautical miles
How she did it
I found very shocking
because I didn't even know
the method she had used
whether finding the circumference of the Earth surface
or speed up time by sixty seconds
or even plotting the gradient and a straight line
I found the whole thing so confusing
even for a person who is a very talented mariner
but at the end all she did was as tell me
that's just life my dear friend
ghosts on the water
Captains courageous
Out hunting for whale
Ghosts on the water
Still under sail
Whales are all gone now
Time goes so fast
Ghosts on the water
Still a'fore the mast
Yesterday beckons
But no one can see
The ghosts on the water
Still sailing the sea
Hunting for schools
That no longer exist
Ghosts on the water
Sail on in the mist
Captains courageous
Out hunting for blue
Souls lost in stasis
A captain and crew
Looking for something
Fighting waves and the gales
Ghosts on the water
Still under sail
A sailor's adventure
Going where the wind blows
When will the sea bite?
Nobody knows
Ships nonexistent
Hunting whales also lost
Ghosts on the water
Whatever the cost
NAUTICAL
a gale of tidal
nautical waves
nourish the shoal
hand palming moist
as wet sands drain
lungs fill with the
beauty of usage
swallowing it in
throat soaked
spheres float above
discreetly quietly
nonentity upstarts
avoid nautical
aquanimity
blind to sea
blind to see
clarity
of mind
© Kim van Breda—19 October 2015
Through waters you move.
All else is dull when compared.
What beauty you hold.
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