My life is a boat
Details obscured
In dark waters
Language too complicated to wrap your head around
Calculations made to sail away
From any conversation
My words are the hull of this ship
My brain the captain
Keeping me afloat
Until I sink
The metal bowels break
Plunging me into the depths below
My mind is still not understood
By me or my therapist
I do mental gymnastics
Trying to center my navigational system
Blessed are the ones
Who can comprehend why they are upset
Who has the power of Jesus to calm their inner storms
When I feel the winds starting to pull my sails in another direction,
I cry
When I cry,
Tears run over the deck
Making it too slippery and unstable to stand on
I can't take down the sails
And anchor myself
My head is barely above water
I'm treading emptiness while I believe I'm swimming
My boat is sinking
It happens to have dark parts to light
With its understanding sparkling so bright
Amidst other attracting convictions
That seem so true nonfictions
To be nailed in stark crucifixions
Sections in section of different segments designing discourses of reasonable patterns
Have to consider the utility of a take for better usage
Running around the inner open space to enslave the heart
And enrich its promotion after preference must have taken over others
Many things may nag the navigational key of your concerns
And place you hanging between confusions of choice with less coverage-
A very tight view in logical reasoning for been smart
Presents cute challenges accepted every second projecting mindset outcome
b>Fluids flowing frequent Waterway;
Deep into the Rippling spray;
Engulfing circle mirrors drop isometric views;
Water when I think of the sea;
So much more bigger than me;
And so comely bubblings supocean nautic water's deep;
Into Dark Matters;
Bearing-
Remembering;
Navigational storms;
Aloft the Thunder;
Tides tapping still so happen;
I have all the raining remaining mystical writing's;
across the bow Oceanic view now;
5/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Inuit inuksuit (plural of inukshuk) are still often built as navigational aids pointing to mainland or significant transition points between water and land routes.
moonlit relief
showing
the path home
Published in my photo/haibun anthologies ~PRIMITIVE~ 2019 and ~ANCESTRAL VOICES~ 2019
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Posted on July 30, 2019
Amidst waves with their varied intensities
Beyond disasters and catastrophes
Contending and prevailing over calamities
Determined am I to do my mission for seafarers
Effectively warning against ocean-caused wreckage
Fulfilling my role as good guide...
Guarding and governing toward right route
Here I stand formidably, helping save precious lives
Influencing triumphant navigational moves
Journeys are made safe and secured by my presence
Kindness of my beam radiates the Sovereign Director's might
Lighthouse* am I at your service
Magnificently reflecting the Lord's brightness...
Never, never ignore me then!!!
John 3:21 But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God.
ABC and Personification forms
December 23, 2018
1st place, "STANDARD CONTEST 155" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/4/2019.
Having ordinary realization investments zoned on navigational testimonials
Atmospheres latitudes hoping open resolution inspiration zesting,
over nautical terrains and logistics
Heaping o-mounts radius in Zion on tear north to areas leaned...
Horizontal
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
03/03/15
Born the daughter of a Lemhi Shoshone chief
she was captured by the Hidatsa in her teens.
And sold to the Mandan Missouri River tribe
where she met and married Toussaint Charbonneau.
A French Canadian trapper and a trail guide
Charbonneau was familiar with the region.
Meriwether Lewis and William Clark spent a
winter with the Mandan waiting for the spring thaw.
Toussaint and Sacagawea were hired as their guides
and in 1805 they set out to explore the wilderness.
While on the trail she gave birth to her son Pompey
and strapping him to a cradle-board they trudged on.
A strong woman and a gifted interpreter
known for her perseverance and resourcefulness.
Bird Woman helped to persuade many native tribes
of the peaceful intent of the expedition.
Once a canoe capsized jeopardizing all of
their valuable possessions and journal entries.
Yet she saved the logbooks of this epic journey
including the navigational charts and maps.
A legendary figure in history she
was indispensable to Lewis and Clark’s trek.
And today She’s honored on a golden dollar
a rare coin issued by the United States Mint.
8/15/16
What you wanted you got close to
But that just won't do
Not going to cut it
If it's something you truly covet
No time to worry about any what if
Try again to be triumphant
One little mistake
And you can go from first to sixth place
Don't underestimate
And hesitate
Keep your head on straight
I'll let it sink in so that it can resonate
While constant particles emanate
Some insects, spiders, scorpions, and snakes can envenomate
Near and far from memorial placards
Wisely and carefully maneuver around any navigational hazards
Keep on looking forward instead of backwards
Above, below and inside of caverns
By: Dalton Ogletree
~An Open Book~
My life is quite an open book
For anyone to take a look.
It’s lying there for all to see
Feel free to uncover the real me.
Within its pages I share my heart.
It’s like a navigational chart
To my dreams, my pain, my sorrow,
And all my hopes for tomorrow.
In this book, my fantasies I disclose,
Some in rhyme and some in prose.
But on these pages you will discover
The man who is my one true lover.
Between the lines, my fears I reveal,
These I have no desire to conceal.
The pain and anguish are all a part
Of the many emotions in my heart.
Know that I have nothing to hide,
My book tells of my shame and my pride.
So if you care to have a look,
Feel free to ask about my book.
~~x~~
There was no rotation around the sun
Earth was the center of the universe without rotating
People would literally go Medieval on your ass
Ships on the ocean were frequently eaten by sea monsters
Or fell off the planet due to poor navigational planning
They say the worlds end is near
Parasites lived within all human beings back then
Making holes and lesions on faces of the people
Dating and good looks did not go hand in hand
When I was young there was no food to eat
We lived on religion and the word of God
The Dark Ages were darker than you think
Parents died at age twenty five or five
I can't remember
No medicine or science at that time
There were plenty of leeches though to suck your blood
Love was in the air in Spring
Black Plague was everywhere
When the world was flat not too long ago
They still had snow and shovels
Shovels were used exclusively to dig a grave
Kept busy in every season for no particular reasons
It floats through the air effortlessly
Wings beating at high velocity
A navigational marvel instinctively
It's amazing with 5 stages of puberty
With a 4" wingspan it's really impressive
Every one tries to catch one for their collection
They fly every which way in every direction
Stunning beauty seen upon closer inspection
The monarch is king of all butterflies
the rest pale in comparison
Flies from Canada to Mexico
to the fourth generation.
It's an amazing creature with one
distinguishing feature
You can tell the male
by the black spot on the tail.
The complete metamorphosis from one
form to another.
Reminds me how we too can change
from one thing to another.
From selfish to kind,
from hateful to loving
but we must make the choice, as
we are free agents,
free like the butterfly
but without instinctive
wisdom we need help from above.
John Derek Hamilton
December 13,2015
He asked for directions
It was a train ride and a walk that mirrored mine
We were apart on the train
My minimal sociability
We met in the roar of passengers
A second offer of navigational help was given
We strolled with small introductions and talked
The ticket office prompted our fission
A Mediterranean farewell
Light of the Guardian Saving Souls
Light of the Guardian spirit, protecting,
Navigational beacon, guiding
out glowing, revolving light
direct Ships, at night
paral storms
Light
does transforms
Beautiful clear sky
White Seagulls perch or flyby
to distant lands, ships are traveling
Lighthouse beacon directing into channel
By:Eve Roper
2/1/2015
Zipping through New Hampshire’s White Mountains
Suspended by a rope through trees
Autumn colors accompany a brisk breeze
Turning your face bright, scarlet red
Don’t look down, just peer ahead
Live joyfully in each challenging activity
“What,” you say, “no engine?”
Sail planes ride wind currents
Regular airplane tows you up
Then you are cut free
To rely on navigational skills
Parasail over turquoise sea
Images below evoke wonder
Tiger Shark approaches bathers
No distress signal sent
Rev the engine
Noisy jet skis
Bound over waves
Bucket list
Now empty
Memories!
*Written October 13, 2014
Luxury liners
A crew of thousands mostly
low paid men and women
who works long hours
for little reward.
How to train them to be
competent seafarers?
Add four thousand passengers
who know little of the perils of the sea.
It takes so little a fire in the engine room
that cannot be stopped;
a navigational error?
I was a seafarer but I would never
dream of joining those floating palaces
of restaurants and nightclubs and
trendy officers who are chosen for their
looks and not sturdy ability.
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