Naves Poems | Examples

Star Song

Silent stars speak through rays of light
Listen to them every night
Perched up in heaven out they stare
Life may well exist everywhere

Silent statues who pray from dark naves
Oceans lapping warm gentle waves
Search beyond our old ancient sky
What you will find may make you cry

Nature's silence lives deep down in
From this it's how time did begin
Only we can sense what can be
It's always there but not to see

Silent stars shine silver on me
Hear how these things might truly be
Grasp the day's light and the night gloom
Silent stars sing their songs in tune



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The Crime of the Clock

The Crime of the Clock
David J Walker

Only now do I know
 	The name of my youth 
Printed on tablets of stone
A suspicious truth 
Laced in vermouth
the creative slaves 
And the innocent naves
Dine alone 
In the booth 
Of their own design 

Only now do I know
	The lateness of the hour
And the power 
Of the clocks opine 
A chime of the truth
Or so says the sooth 
Each tick and its tock 
Responds to the clock 
Alerting the sleuth
To its crime

Spontaneous Stigmata Surfacing

Spontaneous sulfurous stigmata sinisterly surfacing
Membranous molecules meticulously masterfully marshaling
Tangible tempestuous tears tangling thoughts
Radical revelation revealing ruinous rots
Pious priests patronize punishable penance
Impious illusions intrigue impacting independence
Narcotizing nefarious noxious naves navigate
Prioritizing pains portal pandemic perpetrate
False fixation fumigates fragmental fatal fury
Defaults determine damaged destructive demons dreary






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Gather Around

Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of infamous pirates who in their hey day
Lived in old Bull Bay.
These guys were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to 
Typical drunks who would sail
With the wind at their backs through any gale
To hide their treasures in the caves along the
Waterways.
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of men who marked their trail
So well that you'd only see them coming or going
To the cave passage ways.
These guys were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail
In to towns where lawlessness
Would prevail
So they could slip away.
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of savage men who weren't frail
Who knew the water all the way to Bombay.
These guys were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail
With whales
When underweigh.
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of guys who were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail.

Las Naves De Madera

LAS NAVES DE MEDERA (Wooden Ships)
They wanted ships. What they got
was wooden shells
not a farthing from the Crown
for these floating buckets.
Six thousand corks, hastily riveted 
into the keel planking, kept them afloat.
Nina. Santa Maria. Pinta.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained said Isabella.

Ah, muchacho, would she ever cash in.
The navigater shot the course
over the main, visions of tapestry and lace
and all sorts of spices in his head.
Gold? Well--Sí, oro. 
But he never dreamed.

The natives appeared naked and restless.
In scatted shades of blues and reds,
artists painted skirts on the girls,
long shirts on the old women,
loincloth on the men,
and a pearl studded gilded  robe on the king.
Which Chris promptly stole.
His mistake was trying to hide it
from Isabella.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Crest

Among such smog-soaked folk
As curdle-coil in cloud-spun smoke

Along the grain-cut naves
Which, God-heavy, lie stiff as staves

On sad-strung ouds, yet creep
In concrete-crumbled static sleep

Over cambered cities.
Whose peaks and troughs ebb with pities;

A ring-road tidal flow
With human crest now sunk below...

Sunken Bell

Muffled tolling bell below 
calling faithful long ago

Gods churning black oceans will not cease
god please grant to them heavenly peace

Drowned the dead our lost tsunami friends 

Chancel aisles and naves now a ghostly new congregation comedown
gentle overtime now a barnacles business pews fifty fathoms down 

Almost remembered by those above
but not forgotten below

(Dedicated to the Tsunami dead past ((and future))

Resting In the Sunken Cathedral

Brine muffled resonance given to the huge ancient tolling bells
till the fearsome proud gargoyles stare but now outface just fish

Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews some fifty fathoms down 
chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled a ghostly congregation

Faithful now the drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
they lie in the sea we know not where 

God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them  peace



Inspired by Claude Debussy’s piece

Sunken Cathedral Six

Huge bronze bells peel muffled engulfed by sea 
above unhearing in depths deaf to thee

drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
not figuring quick and sharp their ends

black churning death coming from the sea
no distinction twixt them you or me

death some surprise shaken a shock from the sea 
xept not dying in autumn like you or me

God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace

chancel and naves filled ghostly a new congregation
gentle barnacle claimed pews giving us no separation

A Memory of the First Sunday In April

Day lilies assorted and bright
With flox flowers purple and white
Crisscrossed expanses of soft green lawn
Thus was my first April day born
Palm branches the worshippers brought
Lining staircases and streets
As they ought;
Red Cardinals, Florida grass, hydrangeas, lavender
Scenting the air, aurelia and ferns; violas and shrubs
Daisies yellow and deep purple hues
Flowers abounding through maiden grass white
Doves and holy wells, seekers of light.
 
Steeples and places,
Seats of gold –
Vestries in ancient wood
Respected of old
Stained glass windows
Altars and naves –
Bright with daffodils
Poppies and haze
From fine water sprinklers
Fronting white towered cathedrals
Or plain wooden benches and Methodist places
Scurrying Baptists, hiding the faces
With cloths and white linens
Of embroidered laces
 
Peonies pink,
And look there fellow –
Lenten roses in mixes,
White, green and yellow.
Tennis courts and fancy fountains
Ornamental grasses
And pampas white
These colors, and flowers and other signs say:
“It’s the beginning of Holy Week
 Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord
 It’s Him whom we seek.”`

Sunken Cathedral - Cinq

Gentling time barnacles claiming pews some fifty fathoms down 
chancel aisles naves resting ghostly new congregation comedown

almost heard by those above

Muffled a tolling bell below 
faithful call not so long ago

Gods churning black oceans will not cease
god please grant to them heavenly peace

Sunken Cathedral - Trois

Black churning death coming from the sea
No distinction twixt them you or me

Drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
Not figuring so quick and sharp their ends

Unheard by those above
Muffled heard a tolling bell
A greeting in depths far below

Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews many fathoms down 
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled ghostly a new congregation

God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them  peace

The Sunken Cathedral (Deux)

A brine muffled resonance given to the huge ancient tolling bells
Still the fearsome proud gargoyles stare but now outface just fish

Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews some fifty fathoms down 
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled a ghostly congregation

Faithful now the drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
They lie in the sea we know not where 

God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them  peace



Inspired by Claude Debussy’s piece

Dominance

Dominance
Hobbes

Snowflakes fall
from the sky.
Days go on,
people die.
Never fall,
Never cry.
Continue on our way.

Passion burns,
Hearts ablaze.
Haters hate,
Zelots praise.
To the next
pointless craze
The cycle never ends.

When you seek,
Do you look?
Innocence
that they took.
Thrown away
in a book.
Our lives mean nothing still.

Closing in
for the kill,
As they burn
We will chill,
Bodies lay,
Blood will spill.
We throw freedom away.

March along,
Drums will sound.
Step by step,
Hearts will pound.
Shots are heard,
Hit the gound.
We won't give up just yet.

Every climb
Has a drop.
Move along,
Never stop.
Once again
We're on top.
And humans rule the world.

Animals
Useless slaves.
oppressing
lesser naves.
They shall lie
In their graves.
Meaningless evermore.

Time to settle the score

Lashing out,
Tooth and claw,
Never heard,
Never saw.
Ripped appart
By my maw.
Dominance established.

Message taught,
Lesson learned.
Voices lost,
Letters burned.
History
left unturned.
Humans will never change.

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