- The Villanelle Of The Look MINDSET MISCONCEPTIONS-
Misconceptions babbling unspoken about the look
Deeply was just so broken and outgoing
Forces could never forget the outcome book
Stories miss read, Mindset was shocked by the rook
He found himself feeling rather flowing
Mindset couldn't stop thinking about the look
Misconceptions was spooked by a notebook
He thought the situation had become rather seagoing
But Mindset could never forget the outlook
tried to distract misconception with a hook
Hook-Line and sinker like a fish time to start thinking a boing
Bells ringing couldn't stop ding-donging about the look
Misconception took action like a snook
The look was becoming too easygoing
Mindset could never forget the outlook
Misconception nosedived like a dreamy overlook
His mindset became dangerously glowing
Misconception couldn't stop thinking about the look
But he could never forget the outcome shook
2/15/23
Written words© by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
A Villanelle poem type
Categories:
seagoing, analogy, destiny, imagination,
Form: Villanelle
The ship of state lumbers along the horizon
Like a gigantic seagoing vessel, she struggles
To stay afloat in turbulent waters she lies in,
A pilot must keep her afloat during troubles.
Like a gigantic seagoing vessel, she struggles
With a recalcitrant, unwieldy operational crew,
A pilot must keep her afloat during troubles
Knowing how and when precisely what to do.
With a recalcitrant, unwieldy operational crew
Unwilling to cooperate on the better course
Knowing how and when precisely what to do
The pilot must the proper decorum enforce.
Unwilling to cooperate on the better course
A malfunctioning crew can cause it to capsize
The pilot must the proper decorum enforce,
Through a long dark night, approaching sunrise.
A malfunctioning crew can cause it to capsize
Leaving disaster in its wake, loss immeasurable
Through a long dark night, approaching sunrise,
A pilot makes decisions to many unfathomable.
Leaving disaster in its wake, loss immeasurable
To stay afloat in turbulent waters she lies in,
A pilot makes decisions to many unfathomable,
The ship of state lumbers along the horizon.
Written November 19, 2022
Categories:
seagoing, metaphor, patriotic, perspective,
Form: Pantoum
'Starfish!' said I, 'thing of a moray eel.'
Be it black ocean space;
Or in the breathing coral seas;
Back into my memories squiding;
To warn me about the sea turtle;
The cetacean coral reef crabbing;
Sharks and piranhas kidnapping;
I heard a tentacled, seagoing inking;
I wrote a story with the octopus pen;
I was a harbour porpoise and you a tuna sandwich;
The brokered bottlenose whale blossoming;
The sphinx moth singeing;
Only this and a sturgeon;
In there stepped a shovel nose 'whale shark';
In there stepped a 'lake trout.';
Dolphins lookout;
To warn me about the bluefin;
The foul flatfish forging;
All my soul within me gorging;
In there stepped a coral sea cucumber;
I have dreamed of the spadefish;
An echo murmured back the word, 'channel catfish!';
The brook trout smiled;
I felt compelled to sniff the squid;
Smells like fish;
It was squish;
Take thy bluegill from out my heart;
Embrace the wish;
Starfish
6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
seagoing, analogy, appreciation, engagement, fish,
Form: Free verse
The captain stands alone at sea,
to safely make that southern horn.
The lighthouse marks that your home free,
or avow the day you were born!
Named after a roman goddess,
hating the seagoing vessels.
With arrows in her silk bodice,
like waves the sailors she wrestles!
The lighthouse light will be your prize,
if your ship on rocks does not crash.
Finding your just a little more wise,
when facing a goddesses lash!
The legends will speak of the gold,
to make it seem more exciting.
If you were there on waves that rolled,
it wouldn't seem so inviting!
For on the bow would stand her form,
to soften the sailors worries.
They might survive that southern horn,
when comes the goddesses furies!
date of composition:12/20/2018
Categories:
seagoing, ocean, storm,
Form: Rhyme
I long to feel the lifting deck
Soar o'er the waves as on we trek
wind in the face and to exult
elation, joy, the end result.
No feeling like this anywhere
the unwary novice it will ensnare
and once the spell has been absorbed
life changing feelings will not be curbed.
At times when seas are out of hand,
and gales of wind scream off the land,
when racing 'fore at furious pace,
Exhilaration finds its place.
Spirits soar and feelings glide,
as force and balance coincide,
and thoughts that this must surely be,
attainment of life's epitome.
A landsman knows not the emotion,
that lilting, soaring, locomotion,
brings to enlightened men like me,
who experience the pull of the sea.
Categories:
seagoing, desire, longing, sea,
Form: Rhyme
JANKY HANKY PANKY
If I had an experience JANKY
would I need a bib or a hanky
would I have to say “Oh, Thank ye”
to a lady I paid just to spank me
or would I be regaled
with mutton and ales
as crusty old goats
told seagoing tales
perhaps I would weep
in a tall castle keep
awaiting a knight
to wake me from my sleep
Or, maybe, if I’m a bit JANKY
I’m just a little bit cranky
and don’t have time for the nonsense
of the slap, tickle, and pinch
But then, if the meaning is sated
I’ll be undressed and elated
but after service for four
I’ll be locking the door
for age as it passes
leaves memory flashes
a time without such “Hanky Panky”
just give me my “bobba and blanky”
John G. Lawless
9/14/2016
Categories:
seagoing, humor,
Form: Free verse
A Nook and a Storybook
What would I give for a nook and a book
to cuddle and snuggle and longingly look
the pages unfolding as I listened to
the comforting song of a fast flowing brook.
Oh, if it had pictures, a faraway place,
mysterious villains, a dark alley chase
I’d pick up the phone and I’d call in sick
disappear in the mist, leave not a trace.
What would I do to be captured by words
impressed into service by pirates with swords,
adrift without wind, current silently slow
half crazed crew pacing the sun-baked dried boards.
Perhaps of an evening a stroll on the beach
salt, surf, and moonlight on ebony skin
passion full sated on cooling hard sand
last dream of the shanghaied seagoing men.
What would I give for a storybook nook
I’d offer it all the time that it took
to take me away to wherever it would
leave me enraptured by a murmuring brook.
4/15/2016
submitted to – What I Would Give For A Nook And A Storybook – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Eve Roper
Categories:
seagoing, adventure, books, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Quatrain
Previous Poems Protruded
Two previous poems protruded from my mind
Then to many more facts I became resigned
What I had looked for often and found
Is much happiness in those all around.
Lack of love was leading cause of insanity
And it has always been known to all humanity
When it is only my poems which you prefer
This could be know to cause and create a stir.
Poems from God were granted with gratitude
On some parts of bodies have been tattooed
Like good weather which they are forecasting
My poems are appreciated and also everlasting.
With a great memory possessed by your mind
Would you my beloved friend be so kind
After killing and insanity is brought to a halt
Kindly with much pleasure, please pass the salt.
Does this remind you of one of those seagoing movies?
It was something about ten items in the Bible which I
often have a hard time mastering. Jim Horn
Categories:
seagoing, philosophy, poems,
Form: Couplet