Majestically, she minds the masts
on a million misty mornings,
unfurling her sealskin sails
against a pearl-glass dawning;
impeccably, ivory light illumines,
shimmering softly on silver waves.
She holds her position proudly;
sails, pale petals upon the spars,
unfold in porcelain splendor.
Her gaffs and yards, bright shafts of light
banish darkness before her,
a single white rose sea rising.
Copyright, July 10, 2026
Gods and angels went away
For an indefinite vacation
“We’re mere ideas anyway
Dignified by population”
Says God, who asked not to be named
“Nowadays it turns ridiculous
Politicians took our fame
Made up maliciously fastidious
All the simple laws we set
And this farcical state of affairs
Is the one we must protect
Though the mess they made is theirs
We, Gods, wash our hands of this
Devil’s game the people play
If they want us Gods be missed
Let them pave their hellish way”
Spoke the God, whose name’s not known
But one angel smiled and said
“Here’s my email and my phone
Ping me up if something’s bad..”
So I wrote her phone and email
Down in my book and slept
The wild wind lashed at our sail
All the way to my homeland.
A receiver and a sender
I’m a sitter by the screen
While you are a time extender
Lingering your garden green
I remember, I remember..
But the camera does it better
Still I act as family member
Like a giver and a getter
When I see you smile at me
Words you say the time unpack
Like the white sail in the sea
Comes your voice to take me back..
And in the darkness
as I await the dawn
to take up my duffel
and beyond my way
possessions few
my load light
burdens cast aside
things I no longer need
on swells slow
beneath seagulls glide
breeze through the riggings
in freshening air
I know not where
the course shall go
what distant shores
for me await
nor does it matter
to begin the new
where I may be
in the new day
the future calls me
I know not where
but I must travel
and go away
A dragon, in waggin' his tail,
Unleashed a vast torrent of hail.
Though friendly enough,
If overly gruff,
He sure made it tougher to sail.
The seagulls flying low
You know that crying wail
The storm is coming on
One boat put down the sails
To sail against the odds
In hope to reach the bay
Is there an urgent load
They carry, who would say
It feels like déjà vu
Although it must be real
For sailors, not for you
And not for me, we’re still
Beside our desks, sit frozen
Watching the wheel that rolls
And then the wind blows in
Some petals have to fall..
The wickedness
of man
trumps the goodness
of God
What’s harder for
a child
to see their mother dead
or their father sob
The greater number
of a man’s errors
come disguised
as perfection
As excuses
sets sail
on the sea
— of perdition
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Running towards
self driven passion,
I rock the boat filled
with past anchors,
and I tied them down
with beckoning ropes,
inviting dear life
to resist the restraints
placed by overbearing
mothers and fathers.
Contusions earned
by pondering along
rapid waves but
the breeze is mutual
as I welcome all
that comes my way.
No longer caught
in the nets of
imprisonment,
I set sail letting go,
without holding back,
as life is a tidal wave
carrying you across
back and forth
to destinations
unknown,
forthcoming
endlessly.
Spread your sail and live
wind seldom hides his shy kisses-
let him guide your ship
With bent backs, aching bones, and withered hands
We unfurled sail beneath a glorious moon
Which painted you softly on the jeweled night
Your smile glistened as you stood at the bow
Our canvas full we braved a quiet bay
With the barest breeze trailing in our wake
The wind deserted us upon a silken sea
Furling our sails tight against the spruce mast
We tossed our anchor into a white sprayed splash
Venturing below deck we latched the hatch
Turning up the radio with feisty, rollicking rock
Yeehaw Grandma shrilled this eager Grandpa
As our wood hulled boat shattered the glassy sea
Pitching port and starboard with roll and wrenching yaw
Our ancient bones arose at morn through a popped-up hatch
To find a blushing dawn caressing the sky.
(10 September 2025)
Sail on, graceful clipper, past the clouds and
Into undimmed skies of eternity.
Lift up on silvered sails, mounting higher
Until the sweet Face of thy Savior see.
No more battered and buffeted by storms
And let joy and glory your gilding be.
Sail on, graceful clipper, into unguessed
Realms of Eternity and find thy port
In the calm waters of thy heav’nly home
Where thou wilt find safe anchor, forever.
O my shadow, sail away.
Be thou far from me.
Morning deadly, thou art grey.
Poison, hear my plea.
Torn apart, O tones of time?
Nerves inside us, roil.
Countenance of bitter crime!
Belladonna, boil!
River, in thy deepest cave.
Giant, see thy grave.
Sidewalk cracked and needing pave.
Savior, time to save.
Armies of forgotten gone!
Tend thy fiercest rage!
Blackout, blossom! O my swan!
Broken, O my cage!
Automaton, mad machine!
Envy turned them green!
Roundabout run red! I deen?
Just what have I seen?
Moon above, thy fullest.
Lunatic, thy fringe.
Fill the brazen bull? Best!
Murder, on the binge!
Great queens, from thy black abyss!
Give the end a kiss!
Such a night! What lurked in this?
Serpent, time to hiss!
Hope, accrue? What do we do?
Magnetize the flue!
Stick together just like glue!
Make the whole world new...
Outside in the barn one late summer eve
a seaman toiled until wee hours of night
Solid rock surrounded by wood and nail
just the right size for "The Serenity Sail"
She lit an old candle by the window,
recalling sweetly their brave adventures
Back in the days when they were young
water was life and love was pure gold;
Over by the lawn an old weathered sailboat
sat waiting, for one more vigorous glide
"Lets take her out " he said as he toiled,
curving the wood and tapering to a point.
That night they slept in the boat like kids,
huddled under a blanket stitched with stars.
Tasting the ocean on her lips he sighed,
"Join me !" he said as she giggled, awhile.
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under your banner
my love loses all manner
...............of restraint...............
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""""""""""""""""it's like riding"""""""""""""""
"""""a boat in rough sailing"""""
""through a calm sea"""
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away from desolation let’s go to the sea
across the silver wave lines
in the moonshine
let’s hear the music of the azure sea
from our agony we’ll be free
let’s sail… let’s sail on
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