Waves
slouching
soft
against
the quayside.
My thoughts
stilled;
at peace.
Sky devoid
of seagulls; clouds
contrast with
moody
tones
of the
horizon
above
pav-
onine
sea.
the light breeze
cooled the morning sun
daytrip Venice
had begun
vantage views
from a vaporetto
inch-by-inch
the skyline began to grow
St Marks cameinto view
etched on a sky so blue
tourist scrambled
from the boat
sensory feelings inside emote
ambling along piazzas wide
campanile renaissance
a city's pride
byzantine palaces bridge of sighs
facias painted
in pastel dyes
gothic churches candles ablaze
carvings to draw the gaze
depicted ceilings vivant tableau
golden bedecked reredos
pizza italiano barolo red wine
relax chat then dine
'neath parasoled
courtyard shade
as gondaliers anchor
to quayside arcade
homward along canal grande
below balconies
overhanging sun-tanned
houses emulsioned terracotta bold
kaleidoscopic memories
made manifold
Oh how I wish to be one with the wind in my hair,
my floral dress flowing in the air.
The soft ocean breeze hitting my face,
and the delightful cadence of waves nothing would replace.
The waters crash onto the quayside,
as the ocean and sun would slowly collide.
My mind and soul take in the beauty,
carrying me away into a blissful reverie.
The sky would form wondrous clouds full of colour,
and I'd smile to myself as I think of this summer.
Forever captivated by the world outside,
while the moon will set on the other side.
I dream to experience something just like this,
I'd stay forever in this soulful abyss.
I dream to find tranquility in exquisite places,
whether it be an indoor inn or an outdoor oasis.
the light breeze
cooled the morning sun
daytrip Venice
had begun
vantage views
from a vaporetto
inch-by-inch
the skyline began to grow
St Marks cameinto view
etched on a sky so blue
tourist scrambled
from the boat
sensory feelings inside emote
ambling along piazzas wide
campanile renaissance
a city's pride
byzantine palaces bridge of sighs
facias painted
in pastel dyes
gothic churches candles ablaze
carvings to draw the gaze
depicted ceilings vivant tableau
golden bedecked reredos
pizza italiano barolo red wine
relax chat then dine
'neath parasoled
courtyard shade
as gondaliers anchor
to quayside arcade
homward along canal grande
below balconies
overhanging sun-tanned
houses emulsioned terracotta bold
kaleidoscopic memories
made manifold
Aye, Aye Captain
That's what sailors say
When all is ready
To travel on their way
To far off places
And get the ship afloat
When all is in order
On this orderly boat
A boat has to be tidy
It's a huge ship
With a place for everything
Put to stay and not slip
After the preparation
All is looking grand
The first mate calls Aye, Aye, sir
As the ship pulls away from land
It must be exciting
Many adventures to be told
As sailors battle stormy seas
Sickness and cold
Sailors are very hardy
Brave as brave can be
Shore has no appeal for them
They'd rather be at sea
Relatives at the quayside
Waving and feeling sad
It may be a long time
Until they see
Their brother, son or Dad
Joy! Just saw a picture of my boy at Fleetwood...
All those years ago by Quayside Music and Fruity Louis.
It was a good photo, as well, with a yellow tram
turning to corner on trusty rails.
It was lovely to see him, once more at age of six,
our both planning our tram-filled day,
and then the excitement of the night to come
when all illuminations would shine in fun.
6/30/2015
Quayside bazaar
Odd artifacts;
Trinkets to go
~~~~~~~~~
Poignant tune
Old memories flood;
Trip to yesterday
~~~~~~~~~
Airport arrival
Homecoming route;
Mid-afternoon buzz
~~~~~~~~~
Laundry lady
Dry cleaning job;
Helpful hints
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy hangover
My mother's voice;
Dreamy interlude
~~~~~~~~~
Old giant rubber tree
Huge monolith;
Treasured monument
~~~~~~~~~
Abrupt torrential rain
Misty blur ooze;
Traffic congestion
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper headline
Yangtze River mishap;
Death by drowning
~~~~~~~~~
Mailbox arrivals
Big brown envelope;
Prize-winning certificates
~~~~~~~~
Busy arrival hall
Airport crowds loiter;
Familiar faces
~~~~~~~~~
Fruit shoppe offerings
Delicious temptations;
Colourful range
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 June 2015
Singapore
the quay is where he sat.
deep in thought, he speaks out.
“my money is my clout.”
he rise and walks.
the quayside beacons him.
the pelicans he hears.
he ponders his past years.
the muse was sent.
his journey to pier lands;
he sits to disembark.
the singing of the larks
brings deep thinking.
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PENNED ON JULY 08, 2014!
RETURN OF THE BOAT
Waiting on the quayside at dawn,
Anxious eyes strained to sea
Their men home from o’er the horizon
In a still small boat ploughing
Through the mighty rough combers,
Now disappearing , now reappearing.
Glad to have them back home
From the deep unknown where
Only a wooden plank separates
Life from the depth,
As she crosses the bar
To ease down to the quayside.
Relaxing at Ye Olde White Horse Inn in quaint St. George's Towne,
I enjoy another rum swizzle as I watch the crimson sun go down!
Its rays cast a blush of red on fleets of sails cruising St. George's Harbour.
The soothing hiss of waves salve my soul as they roll t'ward the shore.
A magnificent display of varicoloured clouds tint the restless sea.
I sense that the Master Artist has painted this scene exclusively for me!
The rhythmic strains of calypso music wafts across the smooth lagoon.
Soon this paradise will be caressed by the mellow rays of the moon!
I amble up Shinbone Alley to the top of Fort Victoria Hill for to see,
A final glimpse of that ancient orb as it slowly sinks beneath the sea!
I meander back down Olde Maid's Lane to the Carriage Shoppe for tea,
At a quayside table to savor my beautiful Bermuda sunset reverie!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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