Out at sea, facing a dark heartfelt storm.
Heading for a lighthouse, taking him home.
Looking at a lit place, over the Hill.
Music and laughter, the night was not still.
In a mood for company, He went in.
Walked to the bar an ordered a Tonic and Gin.
Slow music playing as He sat alone.
Finished his drink and was headed for home.
A lovely lady walked over to him.
Introduced herself, and smiled with a grin.
A once in a lifetime moment in time.
His love had arrived, could this be a sign?
Feelings he felt his heart couldn't keep pace.
He looked in her eyes, and heavenly face.
"Oh what desires you created in me."
"I was a lonely seaman out at sea."
You were the lighthouse that I searched for.
Holding you close and forever adore.
Michael Tor
6/12/2023
Categories:
seaman, lonely, love,
Form: Rhyme
Somewhere far beneath the mystic tide
golden fish swim and shy mermaids hide.
Magical creatures seen by keen eyes
dance with waves tinted by blue of skies.
what if, by night, a different tune,
upon sea rocks, attended by Lune
an old seaman, long beard and long hair
plays color-filled notes on silver lyre.
It happens each night if waves aren't high
the songs begin on evening's sigh
softly, then swelling, tinted notes sound,
filling night air with beautiful sound.
Notes of gold, silver, aqua and green
misty droplets of colors unseen
heard by ebon skies, notes in night air
colors joining sapphire stratosphere.
Heard by waves, seen by a seldom few
playing tinted notes each night anew.
spirit relic from long-ago sea?
dweller in ocean's deep mystery.
February 9, 2023
for Wave of Fantasy poetry contest
by Mystic Rose Rose
3rd Place!
Categories:
seaman, beauty, mystery, night, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Walking along the seashore
Sand sifting through my toes,
Pondering ancient mariner lore
Walking along the seashore,
Scenes my mind can scarce restore
Of sailors and their pirate foes,
Walking along the seashore
Sand sifting through my toes.
Written March 10, 2022
Categories:
seaman, beach, dream, history,
Form: Triolet
Sailor men, bell-bottom dressed,
They know what ladies like the best:
Strong men, with hair upon their chest
And with duration well possessed.
So come ye maidens howe’er you look,
If you can bake or you can cook
Come out ye from your sheltered nook
And do not pleasure overlook.
Categories:
seaman, fun, happiness, joy, lust,
Form: Rhyme
A man attracted to the sound of waves
Ended up to live in the lighthouse
Since then
His job is to hang the things
Floating in the ocean
At this port
Ships come in from all over the world
Some travel on the sea of tears
Of hearts that have never reached to their beloved ones
And fell into the salty waters
Hearts, shaped like soft worn-out bullets
Are picked up by the light house keeper
Every time he hears the sound of them falling
And floating in the ocean
He goes out there
To pick them up
Wit his big and thick hands
Then he waits
Until the hearts are dried
Until the tears of the lingering attachment
Are evaporated
And they make a lively dry rustling sound
What the light house keeper is concerned with is
That he must find someone
Who will succeed the job
Which he has been going
For more than seventy years
I'm thinking to recommend
That he ask the captains
Married to ships all over the world
Categories:
seaman, boat, loneliness, memory, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Seamen of HMS Dribble
Take Sundays off just to quibble
They all enjoy
The Cabin boy
But which of them gets "First Nibble"?
Categories:
seaman, humor,
Form: Limerick
How can one be a,
Master seaman if the sea,
Is forever calm.
Categories:
seaman, analogy, boat, destiny, ocean,
Form: Senryu
A Bo'sun in the pub was wheezing
From Wanda Mann's underhand teasing
An organist by trade
And accomplished milkmaid
Her fingers were quite busy squeezing
The Bo'sun recalled a sperm whale
That spouted away in a gale
Wanda knew how whales blow
And performed it just so
The Bo'sun would buy her more ale
The Bo'sun was never a sinner
And saw her a champion winner
He took her for wife
She took up her knife
And swallowed his sausage for dinner
The Bo'sun now lies underground
His widow is fooling around
Like an octopus
She will grab men thus
Explaining she's on the rebound
A widow must have food to eat
A sausage is filled up with meat
Just one dram of rum
And seamen will come
To give Wanda a cream-filled treat
But the Bo'sun's fate still lingers
Like Wanda's octopus fingers
'Tis said on her plate
She'd resuscitate
A galley of real humdingers
Now the Bo'sun's fate took a toll
On many a poor seaman's soul
When out on a date
Remember their fate
Keep your sausage out of the roll!
Categories:
seaman, betrayal, desire, food, marriage,
Form: Limerick
There once was a seaman named Seymour
Who dived thirty feet down the ocean floor
When he spotted a great white shark
He swam up to the top like a rocket spark
And left the sea for the mountains of Lenoir
ring size 8.5
azure color
Categories:
seaman, funny,
Form: Limerick
Bivalves echo the sound of
His longing for a solitary existence.
Peripheral of a dark storm
Of a crowd.
He looks down.
The seaman. The man of the sea.
This is no man's land.
An outsider, he is.
Living on the margins
Of the big vast void.
Oh the sea. The sea. He yearns for.
The vast cerulean sea.
How did he get here?
He has no memory. He catches a glimpse
Of his loneliness in the reflected glass.
Dark shadows loiter in the corners.
He is thin yet his longing is magnanimous.
The sea. The sea he will return to again.
One day. The sea urchins await.
His boat at the bottom of the sea.
Gathering moth, moth. Moth.
Categories:
seaman, adventure, allegory, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
by saint schack or saint creep
Golly Gee, shoot I'm mad
Golly Gee shoot I'm mad.
I feel sad
I fell sad
I try I try
I cry I cry
Why?Why?Why?
C'mon guys
C'mon guys
Dang Dang de doodly. How screwy.
Dang Dang de doodly. How screwy.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Damn that Dan.
Damn that Dan.
I wish I may. I wish might.
I wish I may. I wish might.
Oh well, Oh well.
Gee guys this isn't too swell.
Ah hell! Ah hell!
I guess it's just as well.
Categories:
seaman, abuse,
Form: Free verse
Today we celebrate
Sammy the Seaman
who caught enough
to overfill his big net.
It's truly amazing that
he fed every family
from one single catch
which we'll never forget.
Categories:
seaman, imagination,
Form: McWhirtle