They are expert mariners and fearless too
They hail from a foreign land, across the blue.
Norway and Iceland had met these men before.
They were watching wearily as their knars hit the shore.
They prefer to hug the coastline, a keen observer said.
His comrade was horrified, he was afraid they might make him dead.
They know their currents and their coasts; their navigation is keen.
Their sailing skills are mystical, maybe magical, a little obscene.
I hear they use their ancestral soul hearts; they tell them what to do.
One of them is known as The Warrior, his helmet has a slash of blue.
They make mental maps that are accurate an old woman told them.
And a plumb bob, stated a man who was the one who sold them.
The presence of seabirds brought the men’s heads to the coast.
They are manly, one might even be my son, a braggart did boast.
They use a crystal sun stone to show them the way.
The other man left quickly then. Why? No one could say.
Categories:
plumb bob, world,
Form: Rhyme
Rob the Plumb Bob
True upright, Honest vertical,
Forthright citizen, If criticized, Unfair!,
Assured in Approaching Life's "Hurdle-cal",
Mich's husband devoted, likewise Lucas's Pere,
Spiritual thinker hardly heretical,
Kind, Kind, Kind, never one to scare,
Moral, principled always ethical,
For the NGA, Rob does contractors snare,
Pro at his roles, family & work, nobody's skeptical,
A well travelled road grows no grass...Rob's scalp's losing hair,
Rob's Icelandic blood belies his manner tropical,
Sharing to anyone in need, recipients just stare,
Always generous even when not economical,
Doubt Rob's convictions? Don't you dare!
Categories:
plumb bob, birthday, brother,
Form: Rhyme
An incredible journey, a delightful insight,
Performing under the big top,
Flying through air, on a wing and a prayer,
Hanging just like a plumb bob,
And the tent is in black, all lights are on you,
Dressed in your leather costume,
Every eye in the house cradles your frame,
Hoping you don’t fall to your doom,
But you manage to fly, with invisible truth,
You manage to belong in the air,
Growing your wings where wings shouldn’t be,
Holding hands with someone upstairs,
And the crowd, well they don’t believe what they saw,
The crowd you know you’ve deceived,
Because the applause is enormous, bigger than big,
For you, on the Flying Trapeze.
Categories:
plumb bob, dedication, hope, senses,
Form: Quatrain