Short Navigators Poems
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Making uneven faces as you sit displeased
Something unsweet has you sour
With adoration.I try to console
Beginning to hold, shockingly pushed away
What has become of us?
The navigators have become lost
This quest has changed us dramatically
Shades of fall, sounds of autumn
Jutting rocks witnesses of constant change
Beneath clouds of white amid expanses of
Blue reflected in rippling flows straining
Against earthen banks like traffic cops or
Standing navigators, deciding direction
Yet yielding to persistence as
Dirt joins water
Disrupting vision
Blurring the future
The Lighthouse
Splash amidst plethora hullabaloo,
Dark skies reflecting illuminate,
Act beacons, vigilant navigators,
Mask lighthouse's glistening magnificence,
Guides marines, bewildered mystifying,
Roars rise , evanesce scintillation,
Deep ocean heritage disparages,
Waves erode abyssal operations !
Written September 24th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For nette's contest 'The Lighthouse'
The Smeaton Eddystone's architecture
First lighthouse protecting navigators
Light blinking, pulsating, luminously
Loud foghorn resounding resonantly
Guides shipwrecked mariners vigilantly
Or swarthy seafarers incessantly
On oceans perilous, tempestuous
A sailor’s salvation eternally
09~19~14
Jan Allison
Contest: The Lighthouse
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Form: Rhopalic verse
~awarded 1st place
KWANZAA FOCUS FOR TODAY:
NIA
Being navigators,
Let’s continue railwaying
God’s divine wisdom:
Navigating the journey
To the Dream’s reality:-
In divine guidance,
Let’s shorten the destiny
To our long journey:
Earlier, pulling into
Our liberation’s station:-
Thus, be our purpose;
Praise God for our ancestors,
Who with less did more:
Leaving us with less to do
In gaining full liberty:-
Wind-driven, deceptive, mysterious,
cries vixen's pulsating, debauchery
with haunting arias, mesmerizing!
The lighthouse, fearlessly, captivated,
by siren's symphonic orchestrations
shines brighter, exclaiming calamity!
She cautions vigilant navigators...
fog's mirage masquerades mortality!..
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Inspired by Nette's Contest: The Lighthouse
9/23/14 By Carrie Richards
The voice of hate
I've heard of late
Has sunk me down in terror
A crippled ship
I drift the depths
Of navigators error
Once bathed in light
I'm now undone
Left struggling in the dark
My memory turns
To days far gone
When the voice was of a lark
So tortured life
Now ends in strife
I gasp in vain for breath
Just left alone
Froze to the bone
I'm shaking myself to death.
©Rhumour 1974