The oceans gave birth to living cells;
Forming the amoeba and plants as well.
As the ocean's age progressed;
Dinosaurs came forth to nest.
Egyptian pyramids near the red sea;
Added to the wonder of the ocean's beauty.
Sailors would thirst and sweat from the hot sun's rays;
While seeing mirages from the ocean's waves.
Fishermen from prolonged fishing trips;
Tell mermaid stories of what they wished.
Confused and perplexed from an exhaustive ocean trip.
Sailors imagined they saw and heard elves or fairies that trick.
Pirates would party and loot cargo and treasury ships;
They would tell their wives they got gold from big fish.
An ocean has low and high tides;
Like the economies fluctuating rise.
An ocean roars with many waves;
The people protesting for their own way.
Beneath the surface of the ocean;
Still, lie mysteries to fathom.
Ship Mary Rose
Paint me a picture of the Mary Rose, a fine ship
A tall ship with full blown sails
that’s on a far ocean trip.
A wind jammer that’s weathered many gales
On its way to China land for exotic tea
A tall ship with full blown sails
Clipper’s capacity a thousand tons is she
Manned by the finest seaman this world has ever seen
On its way to China land for exotic tea.
Of all the ships that ever sailed she’s queen
The Mary Rose out of Liverpool’s coast city
Manned by the finest seaman this world has ever seen
Of the Mary Rose that left port when it was cold and nippy
“Away haul away, Oh haul away Joe”
The Mary Rose out of Liverpool’s coast city
That morn sky threatened a stiff blow
Paint me a picture of the Mary Rose, a fine ship
“Away haul away, Oh haul away Jo
that’s on a far ocean trip.
The frothy waves lapped hungrily at the shore
Polishing the rough rocks smooth, licking the sand
The cool northeast winds were picking up briskly
Blowing clouds of ominous pitch to the land
The woman sat trying to steady her mare
Her nostrils flared as the sea spray pelted her
They both could sense the impending thunderstorm
She guided her back with a kick of a spur
As she neared the stable thunder clapped loudly
Her mare whinnied in protest to the fright
The woman then ran home and raced up the stairs
To poise herself on the small porch for the night
Her man was the captain of the ship “Misty”
He was due to reach port the following day
She could spy the lighthouse near the shore below
There to ensure her man did not lose his way
For the sea could be cruel and kill those who dare
To challenge her fury and think that their ship
Can navigate through the wildest of waters
With no fear of death during their ocean trip
She stood on the balcony, wind gusting strong
But felt comfort from seeing the beacon of light
That would guide her man through the treacherous rocks
In the darkness, she prayed he would be all right
My Soul Walked In Shadows Dark And Deep
Then my soul walked in shadows dark and deep,
Holding desires that walked in desperate fires
In slumber, they raged on and on they creep,
With a darkened vigor that never, never tires:
For dreams are vast growing and eternal things
That often fly about on dark mystical wings.
Morn's reflections brought great anguish anew,
When dreams linger on to chastise and invade
That rest my mind desperately wanted to view,
In a lighted real world , so shiningly made:
For my escape rests within each bright new dawn
And Nature's view of its beautiful newborn fawn.
As red sun glides into another mysterious realm,
Again I must face the fires burning in my dreams
Ship sailing oceans of fires, nobody at the helm
O' to ever find the calm of gentle flowing streams:
To destroy this power in each dark night's grip,
Rescue the lone traveler on that fiery ocean trip!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-10-2015
Note: My muse returned this morn. For my sojourn
into deep woods yesterday has born some fruit.
Still weak, I may need another break soon, for
anguish in my life still blows a little sad horn.
That Hidden Love Waiting In Those Skies
She fell into my view(her charms in tow)-
I was in shock, fire within those eyes.
And sunk! How could I get her to show
That hidden love waiting in those skies.
My solitude now just a lost, dry creek
Such grace dancing in her every step.
And then! My lonely heart heard her speak
Suddenly moved, my lost soul openly wept.
Life found, this live vision to now feel-
we that found each other on that ship.
Knew for sure! Our romance was the real deal
and gaily laughed the entire ocean trip.
Land-bound, finding every lover's secluded spot
the glow intense in her soft loving eyes.
And summer heated up as our romance got hot
In love! We swore to never say sad good-byes!
She fell into my view(her charms in tow)-
I was in shock, fire within those eyes.
And sunk! How could I get her to show
That hidden love waiting in those skies.
Robert J. Lindley , 12-08-2015
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