Manuel Lopez Obrador, and Jaier Bolsonaro'
You stand out, uniquely, from the political herd
Lickspittles by choice, and from others deffered.'
Others who louse-like cluster and croon
Who mutter in pryoxams, in the fidget of doom
In spasms in contortions, in Masks of despair
Speilers and screamers from iniquity concurred
Scwabing the poop-deck of a ruinous scow
Leaders so lost; are now wallowing as sows,
In a mire in amaze, I see no good; from them
No way; and no-how.'
A Wife Can Elevate Life
Get In with a Bad Crowd,
A Wife May Talk Sense Into You,
Or Push Your Ego To Be Loud,
On Ben Pelet's Wife To The Rescue,
Korach Listened As His Mate Howled,
Result, Earth's Gaping Mouth Did Swallow,
Korach, And On, Meaning Mourn, Was Hallowed,
Feeding Ego, Machlokes, Is Mere Empty, Hollow,
Listening, On Became Healthy, Not Sallowed,
Saved By His Woman Who Turned Barren To Fallow,
Bad Men Called on On, He Could Have Followed...
In Stormy Seas, Ships Survive By The Mermaid on the Prow,
Guiding Us Hapless Sailors, Wives Are Calm Endowed,
When Left to Our Own, Men Surely Capsize The Scow!
YOU ARE HERE....
YOU ARE THERE....
WHY THOU EVERYWHERE?
NO EARS....NO EYES....STILL SO MUCH PRIDE...
IT SAID IN A VOICE”IT’S BECAUSE I LOVE THOU.”
“I AM SENT TO PROTECT YOU BU THR BLOOD OF YOUR SCROW”
I SAID:”BUT YOU DON’T”
THE VOICE CAME,”AND I KNOW”.
“WHEN YOU FALL ... YOU STAND UP TO SEE ME RISE...
WHEN YOU TRIP IT IS I WHO SUGGESTS TO HOLD THE SCRIP”
“I PROTECT THOU THROUGH YOUR SCOW.”
“AM’NT I ADDING TO YOUR POSITIVE BREW?”
“WHERE YOU GO WHEN THE SUN DOES’NT ?”
IT SMILED TO IT’S LENGTH”I KNOW YOUR STRENGTHS “
“I KNOW WHEN TO HOLD FOR THOU TO BE BOLD”
“I KNOW WHEN TO LEAVE FOR THOU TO HEAVE THOU”
THE SUN GOES AND THE BLACK PATCH LAID IN SILENCE.
“DOESN’T MEAN I’ll LET GO....
FOR YOU’ll FIND ME ALWAYS AT THE DOOR”
SAID IN A VOICD LIKE NO.
I was drinkin’ wine that night in Mike’s bar,
She was cozied close to me in side booth
Me ship, anchored quarter league not so far,
lay in deep Frisco fog mate, that’s whole truth.
I was havin’ bloomin’ time in me youth,
For Frisco’s not so bad waitin’ over.
Rose loves likes of me, but she’s an old tooth,
Even so her wine put me in clover.
Me ship’s headed for the white cliffs Dover,
Lights in me head flickered, they left me daft.
I thought I should find now me ship, Rover.
My last hearin’ moment, I thought she laughed
Woke with me head hurting great at sea now.
Waitin’, breathin’ fumes of strange rust worn scow.
I was drinkin' wine that night in Mike's bar,
she was cozied close to me in side booth.
Me ship, anchored quarter league not so far,
lay in deep Frisco fog mate, that's whole truth.
I was havin' bloomin' time in me youth,
for Frisco's not so bad waitin' over.
Rose loves likes of me but she's an old tooth,
even so her wine put me in clover.
Me ship's headed for the white cliffs Dover.
Lights in me head flickered, they left me daft.
I thought I should find now me ship. Rover.
My last hearin' moment, I thought she laughed.
Woke with me head hurting great at sea now.
Waitin', breathin' fumes of strange rust-worn scow.
We stroll ocean sand beach as waves come toward us.
Sea brakes, crashing on shore; wind's keen, birds seen now.
Feet feel water rush by - it's cold, a nice plus!
Great size cormorants sate their greed upon scow.
Seascape shows pier through day's half light, kept somehow.
Rails hold places where lines drop bait far downward.
Boats ply slowly across the sea's fog hazed brow.
Fine brave surfers catch waves where no man sees guard.
The Scow
Unsteady on the bow he stands
As waves wash o're the deck
Upon "The Scow" is heard...ALL HANDS
To help avert a wreck.
Each night the stars convey our path
To south seas we are bound...
But tempted we, Poseidon's wrath...
Now pray we're not all drowned
As lightning strikes the Quarter Mast
Great billows sweep him fore
Beyond the bow...his eyes are glassed...
Each sailor watched him soar.
A sinister, surmounting cloud
Impales its inky heap
And pulls us down...the depths we plowed...
Through boneyards of the deep.
2.25.2017©deborah burch
Quatrain
The Bough
My pretty lady, how art thou?
My eyes are glued to thy picture now
And I can't help but wonder how
Thy lips I'll kiss someday, if thou would allow.
Many a king, at your beauty would bow
Offer themselves, your fields to plough
Buy thee loads of diamonds, ferried on a scow
And build thee a palace, by a peaceful lough
Not a noble; I work hard, till sweat falls off my brow
Yet,thoughts of thee are always in my heart somehow
And I wonder if my lady can truly avow
That, though there be nobles on thy tree of friends, I will be the bough
A Fisherman’s Tale
Out o’gloom, her pale siege comes to menace our humble dwell
I look to celeste fix, yet no stark smile to traverse me
So I grip my girl, now graceful, as she slides in churn swell
My girl’s effete bones shiver, I hold hand tight, she begs flee
‘No my love’, so steel she plough’s on fierce, ice slapping her cheeks
I plea for celeste fix!.... yet no stark smile to traverse me
Enraged, her howls come screaming! shakes my lass ‘till skin comes weak
I say ‘be farer my girl’, shy, she tries turn forth our scow
‘No my love!’.... so bold she ploughs on fierce, ice slapping her cheeks
Her fury hurls, first flot then ice floe… splints… fly from loves brow!
Marred…. lets cry! bones cleft, I whisper ‘we have each other now’
I say ‘be brave my girl’, so steel, she try’s keep float our scow
I slide aged hand across my beautiful salt licked bough
Out o’gloom, her pale siege came, broke apart our humble dwell
Marred tried ‘vain, bones cleft, I whispered…. ‘we have forever now’
So I sooth my love…. now peaceful…. as we slide in churn swell.
6 degrees but it feels like minus eight
Dressed like children swaddled to meet the bus
Walking beside a quiet soothing sea
Face is warmed by the sun that's coming up
Seagulls pick and skip over lapping waves
Sea-glass collectors comb the empty beach
Blinded by the sun laid on the water
Too cold to wave they just nod each to each.
A tug boat with a garbage scow in tow
Creeps along where the ocean meets the sky
An unleashed dog runs with new found freedom
Chasing birds until they arise and fly.
In my own mind I lift off with the birds
Thoughts of trivial trouble left behind
Soaring high above the boundless ocean
Free to explore the boundaries of my mind.
She was a tough old lady with a permanently etched scow
Yep, with old misses Sadie you did not want to run a foul
Sitting out in her chair watching everyone who went by
Just the way she would stare with that one crooked eye
She never seemed to smile or even say a word
And lived next door for a while from what I have heard
There she was nearly every day watching every move we made
The one thing that I would say is that she made me very afraid
In playing with my ball it went bouncing over her fence
Banging against her wall my fear suddenly became immense
She stood up quickly in looking down right at my ball
Then she looked at me and I was only three feet tall
Then she gestured my way saying here it is right over here
She said it's okay you can come and get your ball my dear
So I opened up the gate as she pointed where it went
I never forget that date and what "I'm sorry" had meant
For in each day after she would always say hi
Even sharing some laughter or at least I would try
But had I known or even had a little clue
To what one is prone you should try something new
Vincent Flannery 11-29-13
ON THE BEACH
As a prisoner misses the cell after countless years inside
Or a near-death experience reappears in dreams
Quelled feelings come and go like the tide
Experience long gone still flows in mind streams
The flotsam and jetsam of a life wrecked
May appear on the beach at tide’s low ebb
When defences are down and we do not expect
To meet them again mid the strands of life’s web
For the past has not passed, but remains in the now:
Streams of consciousness tumble uncontrolled
And flood themselves into the overflowing scow
Of the mind - old and cold, they fill the hold.
There can be no present on free dry land
Without an end to the past of shifting wet sand
Roiling,Roiling,under me
my coils are silver as the sea.
You look ,you look ,
to capture me....
Leviathan !
I shall be free!
Pitiful and weak art thou
sailing in thy tiny scow
Blustering upon the bow,
seek to capture me
Tempest tossed and thrown about
brave and foolish full of doubt
still you try to seek me out
will not let me be.
Rip,I tear you from the mast
have you for my night's repast
tiny ship be sinking fast,
with no one left to see...
Roiling ,Roiling ,under me
my coils are silver as the sea,
You look,you look,
to capture me........
Leviathan!
I shall be free.
the wharf was teeming
black and white,
the gulls were keening
in their flight
round and round
the fishing scow
the old man scowled
his heavy brow
forty years before the mast
and now today would be his last
the smell of fish,the salty air
was in his soul
and now despair
chilled his heart
like winter gales
he thought about
the moon on sails
the loved ones left upon
the shore
a hundred times or even more
he thought about his only son
who ran away when he was young
because he swore to never be
another sailor on the sea
the old man dropped the anchor then
and swabbed the decks and set his chin
he took his slicker and his hat
and walked the plank,
imagine that
but then a young voice from the past
hollered out,Ahoy,Avast!
there'll be no mutiny on my ship
I brought some ale
come have a sip
the old salt turned his weary head
oh son they told me you were dead
I'm not a ghost,it's really me,
let's get this bucket out to sea.
and 'round the world his spirit flew
and came back home to start anew.
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