Her three tall masts pierce through the gray,
Where swells of sapphire rise and fall;
She rides the deep in grand display,
Answering the high sea's wild, cold call.
Her canvas full, each sail blown tight,
Stretched firm beneath a heavy breeze,
She carves her way with graceful might,
Across the rolling, restless seas.
With rhythmic ease, the waters swell,
And lift her dark frame toward the sky,
While white-capped crests surrounding tell
Of rolling deeps as she glides by.
From high atop the crow’s nest railing,
A lookout spots gray shadows near—
A pod of whales, majestic, sailing
Beside the hull without a fear.
At helm stands Captain Jack, steadfast,
His weathered hand upon the wheel,
Reflecting on her storied past
And every seam of iron and steel.
Born in the fires of sea-bound lore,
Rebuilt from ash, reclaimed from fate,
The Black Pearl haunts the coast once more,
A ghost of legend, proud and great.
Right or wrong it won't take long
to see whose side you're on
as for me I'm on my mine
although I know
no one's in my corner
and that's fine
body and soul will survive
in control I'll get by
stay whole get out alive
for when the fan is hit
then down are all the chips
but never lost at sea
or in the bewilderness
unlike passing ships
tried and true it's no or yes
will they won't they
as whichever way
the breeze may blow
in sunshine rain and snow
or apparently prevails
born with a built-in BS-detector
I'm my own whether vane
known to keep wind in my sails
Neither a patriot nor a cosmopolitan
I’m walking no party line, carrying no cross
Sorry for this, but I’m just metropolitan
Making the ends meet, giving no toss
About others, and they feel the same
About me, so we’re on equal footing
Have a nice day is the one thing we say
Whoever we meet, doesn't mean rooting, tooting
Once I had a dream to live by the sea
Then in the garden I wanted to spend
The rest of my days, but it wasn’t to be
So I waved goodbye to both dreams that I had
That’s how I see it, patriots and cosmopolitans
Immigrants, refugees, seekers of home
Set your sails straight away to the dearest ones
Otherwise, you are bound to make it alone.
Fauseties and pleasures of life;
Lies and make-believe;
These make great SALES.
The forever truths of life
Continue to be blown by the wind,
Forever SAILING across the seas of life.
Cruising sails flutter, wind nearly calm, seas of glass reflecting dark Skys filled with scattered pearls.
A gentle breeze fills the empty space like a Wisper in the mist.
Unbound river now bound like waterways rising to the heavens.
Still the Sails flutter softer them a heartbeat guiding the vessel through this Mythical world.
Andromeda sails
in the clear, northern heavens.
A faint patch; a home.
boat spurs red river
awakens white sails with sunrise
dawn’s hues spruce up the hills too
monumental sun
no wonder morning birds tweet
trees’ sappiest at first shine
Wouldn’t it be wild if the sails were snow white?
The sun overcomes the bright yellow sky.
Not flax, hemp or Dacron. Gone is the onyx night.
Deep red, not blood; proud colors flying high.
Pastel yellow slides through green and blue valley.
Dark rock; red rock - peacefully percolates in lake.
Lime greens, verdant forest, spinnerette cloud finale.
Uninhibited hues of sunrise - amorous soul shake.
Have we forgotten the little boat? in the center
of the framed world… sails are painted lips,
(world’s overflowing with a pigment tenor)
pale sepia, monumental orb with remarkable hips.
dear life holding though seems dropped
seems well keepsake just head propped
all stages work cards play right
while smile never think laugh fight
lose focus find few new pills
rob future paywall advance
lift feet one front partner dance
kiss wife lovely dead weights corpse
don't go stay home destroy thorps
take arms see sails more increase
tattoo flag wave war kill peace
remain alpha con beta
successes all right data
obsolescence plan delete
extract spoil collect repeat
day day always forever
hallelujah and ever
Wind is uncontrolled
I reach my objective by
Adjusting my sails.
Each fragile dandelion Orb of feathered, tiptoed seeds
Invite Curiosity's breath to loft your prosperous needs
Anchor away La Pinta, La Niña, cast off Santa Maria
Heave hoe your Astrolabe Star ward to map Nirvana
Sail well past your daunting precipice in daring abandon
The Perils of Earth's plate, let emptier thoughts imagine
Be bold. Lift in weightless step. Jump ship to board Apollo
Hitch a ride to wander in imagination the coming tomorrow
He sets up His mast upon His raft.
He sailed the tops and groves of the trees in granting
There He goes through the forest, soaring His craft
He provides energy to the wild as the swift wind passes.
The freshness of the timbers climbing,
When they flourish where they're standing
The aroma of wood is the best for understanding
That should have it to vend banded we invoke.
We notice vines developing, surrounding the trees,
Sustaining one another breathing in this sphere of unity
We concede that we're learning from them by will
A loving connection between these trees and plants
The woodlands breathe with peace and with sense.
A tree's liveliness needs sustaining credence.
For its essence, it rightly deserves to be pleading
As if they were holding hands, the trees and vines
It shows us they have the capability of a love within residing.
The trees and different characters thereof,
An advanced tier of life to replenish our air above
An intelligent, complex organism of vitality
We discover more about this reality-based formality.
the going gets tough
no pain no gain sink or swim
burn the midnight oil
soldier on stick to
your guns bite the bullet come
hell or high water
go the extra mile
the going gets tough stand your
ground dig in your heels
up and at ’em where
there’s a will, there’s a way on
the ball hang in there
When you see a white sail in the harbor of Brest,
A sail under a burning sun,
It’s a nagging sail,
She has not the tranquility of a sail on the Nile,
Her mind is not at peace, her conscience torments her,
This sail flees life; it does not enjoy life,
So are most of the things we like
In This country.
Quand vous voyez une voile blanche dans la rade de Brest,
Une voile sous un soleil ardent,
C’est une voile agaçante,
Elle n’a pas la tranquillité d’une voile sur le Nil,
Son esprit n’est pas en paix, sa conscience la tourmente,
Cette voile fuit la vie, elle n’en profite pas,
Il en est ainsi de la plupart des choses que nous aimons
En ce pays.
Yellow Swallowtail
Frail wings, spots of cyan blue
Flew on flitting sails.
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