Serene sunset, star studded sky, seamen setting sail,
Sixteen salty sailors, surveying southern seas,
Singing somewhat spicily, saucy sea shanties.
Sea sirens serenading, seductively sedates,
Sailors sleeping senselessly, soon sacrifice shipmates.
Shipwrecked sailors swimming, seeking sandy shores.
Spiral sea shells strident sounds, staccato semaphores.
Steering south, steel steamships, start searching stormy seas,
Searchlights, sirens, struggling, serendipity succeeds.
Soul - searching self survivors, salute salvation's sanctuary.
10 / 11 / 2024.
Categories:
semaphores, sea, song, storm,
Form: Alliteration
Cold cobalt skies unfold their lanky limbs
The sovereign land awakes in zealous time
Where low mesquites abide the feral winds
Defiant blooms the lupine in its prime
Rainbugs dot the earth in velvet red
Ant lions quietly lurk in lethal lairs
Dirt daubers cast organ pipes overhead
Mockingbirds merrily try out their airs
Scissor-tailed flycatchers' semaphores flash
Silent songbirds seem incited to sing
The wispy wraith of Winter whispers past
And harbingers heady heralds of Spring
Petrichor, the smell of rain on dry ground!
Bluebonnets, the sweetest sight to be found!
Categories:
semaphores, nature, spring,
Form: Sonnet
Her hair,sweet beauty’s garland
now crowns her face,the fairest
found.Eyes,deep pools,silent
semaphores.Lips,such perfect petals
to welcome a kiss.Soft blossoms to
pillow my desire and cushion my
caress in passion’s flower.There,
to pause awhile enveloped in ecstasy
draped in tenderness.Her body spoke
volumes,her eyes said all there was
to say,a signature ot love’s refrain.
Endowed by love’s embrace,
forever now as one beyond,
beyond emotion’s aurora.
Note:In structured prose form
Categories:
semaphores, lost love, love,
Form: Prose Poetry
What gets possibly gained from poetic encounters?
A friendship sets sail though mast’s shadows can’t merge
more than sheets in the wind that two sailors might set in defiance
of oceans, whose trembling waves surf on their opposite shores?
Is it likely ship’s rhythm survives breeze filled waters,
a leaning, you recognize, says what to purge?
You still trust in a star group long past, hope to save an alliance,
you first learned to steer by at night (who trusts sea semaphores)?
Does a ship dare (becalmed) think a storm’s not in offing
or trust if one comes she might make up lost ground?
Winds that rhyme (fill day’s mainsail) may find night time’s whale songs good omen
while night skies can frustrate all reason when stars don’t appear.
A day’s poem’s safe harbor does not lead to scoffing,
in each one’s fond glance, a glad memory found.
A fair hint you admire how it says what it says makes you yeoman,
at least, free or slave, kith or kin. My strong arm holds you dear!
Brian Johnston
28th of December in 2020
Categories:
semaphores, love,
Form: Rhyme
If you are baffled bye
Or incapable of deciphering the Metaphor
Neither Morse code or semaphores
Or Enigma
Will trigger
That what which you could not figure
Because if don't get it
It wasn't meant for you
Metaphor is just another description
For the obviously
Confused
1st time and 2nd time
Gripping Yarns
An educated joke
Above the common folk
Categories:
semaphores, education,
Form: Free verse
Melt into existence
Coverings the distance
Between the past and present
Where space so black
Is sucking hole's beneath the fabric
The spinning cycle on a washing machine
Can never clean or drown out the scent
Of banished lovers who cloud the night
With semaphores and silken glove's
Signaling to car alarms and shepherds horns
Come and claim the higher ground
On which to place the sacred stones
Of fields of Athernry and lovers lost graveyards
Categories:
semaphores, art,
Form: Free verse
It was 3AM I suppose, or to be precise
A complete hour of sleeplessness and
I was walking behind or rather following
The footsteps of that decrepit old body.
Her hoary head signified semaphores,
Illuminating and reflecting a way onward,
Onward to a curvilinear farness.
Her bent shuffled maneuvers were like
The surges of the tides that rise and
Culminate on the shore becoming arches
And while I was at the verge of losing myself
Amidst the labyrinth of her creased
And sagged skin
I realized that it was me.
It was kinesics with my distant aged self.
I just traveled
Through the furrowed copious vacuum
Of clairvoyance created in my mind.
~Nayanika Dey
From: India
Copyright ©: 6 July, 2016
Categories:
semaphores, age, deep, destiny, dream,
Form: Free verse
Two men tall,
one from here
and one from there,
in raincoats
at a bus stop,
pace and stare.
One of them
is soaked in tea,
brisk man from Jaipur
who semaphores
an anthracitic glare.
To barter for a smile
an alien’s obeisance
he, no fawn,
refuses.
The other man,
white cane and dog,
doesn’t seem to care.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
semaphores, anger,
Form: Blank verse
My love,
her hair,
sweet beauty,
garlands, crown;
My love,
her face,
ever true,
the fairest,found;
My love,
eyes,
deep pools,
silent semaphores;
My love, lips,
perfect petals,
welcome with a kiss;
My love,
her breasts,
soft blossoms,
pillow my desire;
My love,
her thighs,
passion's flower,
cushion my caress;
Her love
my love,
envelope ectasy,
endowed in love's embrace
Categories:
semaphores, love, wife,
Form: Verse
Brisk Man from Jaipur
Two men tall,
one from here
and one from there,
in raincoats
at a bus stop,
pace and stare.
One of them
is soaked in tea,
brisk man from Jaipur
who semaphores
an anthracitic glare.
To barter for a smile
an alien’s obeisance
he, no fawn,
refuses.
The other man,
white cane and dog,
doesn’t seem to care.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
semaphores, people
Form: Free verse
Semaphores
Slippery slopes remain
Cooled by the air
My palms and fingers
Slid inside your dress
Running
Along your spine
Tingled to your neck
Converts body
I wandered
And plundered
In the taciturn distance
Make you a sea
And I your beach
Make you a wave
And I your crest
Make you a castle
And I the bricks
To stand upon the shore
I the wind
Whisper its caresses
In my hand
Impart
And hold you
Aloft
Slippery slopes remain
Categories:
semaphores, love
Form: Free verse
Whispers in the night, they come
With honey crooning litanies of
All that wallows lost within the
Vortex of a callow past.
In their soporific tongues, their
Cargo loaded semaphores, that
I can barely strain to glean, or
Know as some iconoclast.
They pass the language baton-like from
Lips to ears to seething brain with
Codes too dense to ever break,
Treacle-black and cold.
I thus relent and pacify my
Radiant dreams of what could be and
Hush them up obediently
To do as they are told.
Whispers in the night, they come,
Devil dark and angel white, cry
Sweetly in memoriam at
Something I once nursed.
They breathe the sorrow I endure, for
Foolish dictates I enforced, and
Drove the stake into the heart
Until it shrank and burst.
And as I flinch at every line, they
Speak the script relentlessly, so
Truth in brightest clarity
Settles in the light.
A wish, a self-fulfilling prayer, I
Mourn your lost proximity,
Seeps melancholy into me
As whispers in the night.
Categories:
semaphores, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Verse