Short Sails Poems
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I watched the beautiful sky
As it seems to meet
With the water
While I sailed across
The ocean blue with breeze
That flows with the wind
An housewife in need of a poke
Was charmed by a sweet-talking bloke
He gave her what-for
Then dashed out the door
Because he mis-spoke and he's broke
harboring ‘midst statue’s torch
liberty sails in July
flamboyant holiday stars
fireworks holiday
sail boats in new york harbor
free to celebrate
success eluded
all of those
who have not failed nor
pay their dues but
dear Lord all in all
what i have learned
success shall
hoist the sails
success prevails
Ben is a Captain
Earnestly sails mighty ships
Nose bleeds and throwing up, why!! He’s always seasick
8/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
The sea I sail
Will not prevail
To treasures
Of a new land
The sail I see
Just like me
Holds only wind
In its hand
*** Thanks for reading... Anton - www.foesofprose.com ***
Form:
boat spurs red river
awakens white sails with sunrise
dawn’s hues spruce up the hills too
monumental sun
no wonder morning birds tweet
trees’ sappiest at first shine
She
sets sail,
November,
riding waves of
eddy leaves left from October’s debut.
Majestic and proud, she takes firm command,
steering the bow
of Winter
toward
Spring.
Fauseties and pleasures of life;
Lies and make-believe;
These make great SALES.
The forever truths of life
Continue to be blown by the wind,
Forever SAILING across the seas of life.
Set your sails to the sky
Catching every salty blow--
Reason neither how, nor why,
Be content to never know.
Let science find the meaning,
Let the teachers learn the how--
Come about, for you are leaning,
Fix your eyes upon the bow!
--Mel
As the willow bows down
And softly weeps
The cricket in silence
Rests and sleeps
As first light touches
The heads of grass
The cone-flower blushes
At season’s pass
The dewdrop winks
At sun’s fist brow
Shades of pinks
On cloud-ship’s prow
A sun fades
As childhood sailing away
And upon a shore
Adulthood left standing
And out staring
Across a bay of dissapears
Kept withdrawn is the wanting
Of reaching out and waving
But, turns instead to face responsibility
And all its coming years
Wind swept fast,
the boat steadied on sails,
they bloated like hell,
and the boat ran ahead,
so far so good,
what would happen,
when winds dropped dead,
and the boat came to halt,
those not ready,
are running fast,
and simply muddied and greedy.
As the ship sails
There may be rough seas
Continue to make adjustments
As you come across the whistling breeze
The journey will be tough
You may find yourself going through treacherous terrain
Rise up through the atmosphere
There is still knowledge for you to gain
Yes, he had known horizons far
And set his course by some lone star--
Undimmed the longing in his eyes
For other lands and distant skies.
I'm glad we walked a little way
Nor would I change one thing today;
As it was, so it seemed planned
To bid goodbye, my sailor man.
Tourists come
to take pictures
our lights no longer shine
foghorns no longer blare
yet we stand
stark white
against angry skies
memories flashing
over distant waters
tattered sailors drifting
through history’s shoals.
©12/16/2018
contest – Lighthouse Poetry Contest
sponsor – Eve Roper
the going gets tough
no pain no gain sink or swim
burn the midnight oil
soldier on stick to
your guns bite the bullet come
hell or high water
go the extra mile
the going gets tough stand your
ground dig in your heels
up and at ’em where
there’s a will, there’s a way on
the ball hang in there
Cruising sails flutter, wind nearly calm, seas of glass reflecting dark Skys filled with scattered pearls.
A gentle breeze fills the empty space like a Wisper in the mist.
Unbound river now bound like waterways rising to the heavens.
Still the Sails flutter softer them a heartbeat guiding the vessel through this Mythical world.
How often do these tiny blooms
Of sorrow fill my soul?
In songs of fire lit long ago
Left burning by the snow.
How often do these solemn dreams
Speak of my troubled soul?
And sink my heart ten depths apart
From blackened tainted ores.
How often does my ship set sail
To silent, placid shores?
But sing to me of sirens' song
To pull me down below.
Sails torn
Grasped and rent
in the storm
from the ashes
to be reborn
...
We burst
A new and see
The trust we trust
Quenches our thirst
Your breeze, heaven sent
In the strong a fire burn
No flashes
An uninviting storm
We thirst
To truly be
In ourselves
Seeking trust
I have, there, I went
Lowly borne
Hoping to pass
Avoiding the storm.
rlm '11
Almighty always grants boundless bliss
Gracious gift alleviates tormenting time
Euphoric essence charms hurt heart
Mirage melts within desolate desert
Sane sight grasps divine domain
Listless life sails overjoyed ocean
God guides the soul to destination.
November 2, 2021
Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Alliterisen - 7 Lines
Sponsor : Joseph May
Sadness is betimes masked by pretence,
And made to believe that "I am fine".
Anger is disguised by fake smiles,
assuring that "Everything is all right".
Envy is engrossed with curses always
but, externally wishing others "Best of luck".
Emotions are dismally manipulated according to circumstances.
22-6-2020
Note: It's Only Make believe poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle.
hwy 93 glides up into
the misty grey
where billowing black
shifting clouds
shroud the moon
like pirate sails
wheels and metal
destined for what is
forever slipping away
yet drawing nigh
so gentle and so kind
stopping by the horizon
on a summer's eve
"because it could not stop for me" *
(if you read poetry)
sage hills roll on
long after I'm gone
From "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
Each fragile dandelion Orb of feathered, tiptoed seeds
Invite Curiosity's breath to loft your prosperous needs
Anchor away La Pinta, La Niña, cast off Santa Maria
Heave hoe your Astrolabe Star ward to map Nirvana
Sail well past your daunting precipice in daring abandon
The Perils of Earth's plate, let emptier thoughts imagine
Be bold. Lift in weightless step. Jump ship to board Apollo
Hitch a ride to wander in imagination the coming tomorrow
Why does the wind travel?
Sail on ride on ship in wind
Must it bound and toss is all lost
Where is the old mast?
Sail winds breezes blowing past;
Darken clouds unravel;
Choice blue skies gather
Overcoming the clouds rainy misty clears
Stormy rains embracing the ship as it sails..
Alas tis just a traveling wave on a ship that sails
8/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©