Short Fore And Aft Poems
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I often sail where glitter,
stars a dear focus of mine --
a twinkle voyage, fore and aft,
Christ my sure steer rudder --
A young rogue named Finn
Ran away with an escaped slave,Jim,
Down the river on a raft
On the Mississippi this tale was craft-
Encounters & adventures,fore and aft.
My eager man bought me a wee thong
which I put on to best get along
but rubbing bugging attacks
soon whacked my fore and aft crack.
My pinged pong found his dingdonged thong wrong.
A Mississippi River boat,
where bygone generations float,
is the only place in books and dreams
where I can talk to that man, it seems.
Searching eyes peer fore and aft
from a steamboat or a raft.
As underneath the fog I drift,
distant voices give me a lift -
an escaped slave tethered by reality's chain
I'll never see my dad again.
A motive was sought
a killer who laughed
Left pictures of clowns
near victims, fore and aft
Scratching heads, pulling hair
nor reason nor rhyme was there
Investing time and money
when the belfry’s bare
The heart is a wonderful thing
when in control and on fond
path – the heart is a fickle-thing,
sometimes confounding
its fore and aft – the heart
is a fierce competitor, when
afire, fearing not God nor Devils --
the heart is a repentant thing, a
foolish thing, Victor and Victim
of its own undoing. The heart,
its own praise and excuse…
a fruit tree~ with a dangling noose.
I like to think
that poetry
has intrinsic value
above and beyond
the actual craft…
That the origins
of poetry’s meter
and rhyme precede
each preliminary
draft…
That something, perhaps
even spiritual, transcends
the fore-and-aft…
And when the writer
thinks to scuttle
a work, as often
inherently we do,
always
may there be angels
floating him
a Literary-raft….
Staring Fore and Aft
By: Tom Wright
5/12/03]
We oft stare hinder,
knowing that there, lurks only time spent.
We embrace in thought those days without birth,
while probing their existence.
We're cognizant of frailties at discerning the future.
We should rather, focus on time at hand
for this is all we possess.
Time can ne'er be secure beyond today’s moment.