As I sail through this life, adrift, unmoored,
I wonder where the current will take me.
I know I'll have to traverse rough water,
smooth water, calm, even rapids on this journey.
I hope to find love along the way, along with
happiness and joy. I hope that the days over
troubled water do not overwhelm me nor
outnumber the days of calm. I want to see
the sights as I drift along, feel the current
on my feet.
I want to travel, to see nature,
to feel the breeze. I want to experience all
the wonders of this life. I want to spread
happiness and joy. I want to mean something
to someone. I want to create, I want to read,
I want to write, I want to see, to just be.
I want to soar with the clouds, sing a melody
with the sea. I want to feel, to touch
and hear everything I can before the killick
must moor me.
hunting and circling for prey
the moonlight reflects ~
wispy winged moving shadows
loud screeches echo
winds howl as tree leaves rustle ~
rough water dances in tune
an eagle soars in circles
dive bombs into rough water ~
proud prey prize displayed
12/14/22
Contest: Triple New CharlieKu Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charlies Messina
(757 577 775, Syllables checked with howmanysyllables)
The wind chime is singing to me
From the breeze I feel and can’t see
My mind drifts with the melody
To a peaceful place, I must be
To calm my soul, rough water days
With rhythm of chime that plays
I can only do so much now
With all the work I’ve done somehow
And as this wind chime plays today,
I hope the song will come your way
Heidi Sands
9/21/21
Hard, cold, rain
Attacking
Bayman's resolve
Bushels to fill
Long day ahead
Rough water
Fewer clams
Lower prices
Longer hours
Throbbing muscles
Ice forming
Season ending
Boat for sale
Who is He coming out of the water,
The day God spoke from above,
Saying this is my beloved Son.
Who is He making good wine from water,
In Cana of Galilee,
Showing God’s miraculous power.
Who is He walking upon the water,
Declaring to the seekers,
He is the Master of all nature.
Who is He calming angry rough water,
Revealing to the brethren,
That He is the Holy Comforter.
Who is He, who can this be,
None other than Christ Jesus,
O, it is He; it is He.
Quiet and Had Been Hushing
For a while were quite and had been hushing,
Then into our lives Holy Spirit came rushing;
Prayed while kneeling,
When we felt a feeling;
Faces became red and much were blushing.
Jim Horn
We knew that the devil had been sinning;
Was always doing it from very beginning;
God played ball,
With each and all,
Sure to be with us no matter what inning.
Jim Horn
God's greatest feature is He does redeem;
And forever over us will remain supreme;
Exact and precise;
Not one single vice;
So precious to me He always surely seems.
Jim Horn
While we all would have toiled and tarried;
Across rough water on a ship were ferried;
On we did keep going,
While God was knowing;
Place were going and end up being carried.
Jim Horn
God made me aware of what I was doing;
All words and thoughts in Bible viewing;
Trying to find,
Peace of mind;
My heart and spirit He has been renewing.
Jim Horn
Yep, you guessed it. Over ten again.
L-ife is like a sea,
Y-ou can sense the silence;
N-ever can you hear the sound, because of the gentle winds.
M-an's life is like a sea,
A-n ocean of rough water;
R-ugged rain from above
I-s caused by vile weather.
N-o matter what the clime is,
A-pril twenty-second shows glee;
Y-ou have a lovely birthday, life is like a sea.
It seems that life is a series of waves
And I a surfer untried
Some waves are huge, some are small
Some I take in stride
Then one knocks me down and a pattern emerges
Too many times, I’ve been struck by the surges
Finding my balance to get up again
Takes longer and longer for me and then
It’s on to the next, when can I rest
When will I make it to shore
As I’ve gotten older, one thing I know is
There’s more rough water in store
Have the courage
To put your heart into everything
Make great usage of opportunity
As you embark on your journey
You may face rough water
But, just keep pushing yourself
When necessary, adjust those sails
So you can prevail
Placid surface
looking glass
still water
Silence but for the cries of ducks
silverfish
minuscule reflections
of an almighty orb
casting its omnipresent being
onto rippling water
Undulations
varying patterns
splintering the smoothness
heartbeats of water
Boatman
ferryman -
a carrier of souls
across Styx
deep water
A pathway to netherworlds
rough water
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
What a title as you can see
to pen the words that sets man free.
What do I grasp that could be
the setting of those for me?
To loose the bundle for words to flow
and get tangled in the colorful bow.
The feel of freedom is near I know.
Untitled is changing, the sails let go.
Rough water is swift, the wording is wet.
Untitled is drying while you get set
to fill the bucket with words that let
the pen flow to carry man's debt...
Holding our daughter
a smile finds my lips.
Yet, in rough water
that anchor soon slips.
Dreams drifted off course
when truth was beset.
And filled with remorse,
love turned to regret.
I recall your kiss,
and my spirit soars.
For my lips still miss
the sweet taste of yours.
In a sea of tears
love drowns in sorrow.
And reaffirms fears
there's no tomorrow.
Yesterday's pain inks
the waters of hope.
And my spirit sinks,
unable to cope.
We dance upon silver clouds
We promenade on moon beams
Holding hands in happy harmony
We share kisses under heaven's skies
You are the moon I reach for at night
You are the stars floating in my eyes
You are the warm golden rays that caress
As we drink from each others spirit
You are a calm reflection on rough water
As we float along life's pathway
Our bonds are forged by gentle hands
We reach for each other in the darkness
As we whisper into the midnight winds
I kiss the stars in your eyes my love.
13/02/15
Happy Valentines Day Al
There’s a harsh river that’s flowing outside,
I can hear it from inside the house;
While I’m still slumbering after my rouse –
It is tugging the sand and eroding the riverside.
It is uprooting tragically the trees from within;
Yes it’s quite ugly in its flow –I don’t tease,
It’s true because it is breaking its new lease;
I surmise, its turbulent flow breaks a fish a fin.
And to add, the rain is pouring heavily with hail still,
Intensifying its flow at riptide; I hear a ripple in fine
And fast rough water that breaks the riverine –
And the sound of shivering and swaying water lily.
And as sweet with these admixture of sounds I fall asleep;
As solely does the sleep in sound mine is just too deep.
The river is smooth, quiet, and serene.
Our fishing boat is at one with the flow.
Years from now I'll remember this scene
And wish it were like the life I would know.
But that isn't the nature of this estate.
Boulders may bludgeon at every turn.
Debilitating illness may strike early or late.
Rough water tells me I am here to learn.
Problems then are mortality's tool
To form and fashion the person to be.
They take us to the hard-knocks school
To prepare us for life's squally sea.
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