Short Steered Poems
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They are steered like rudders on ships
Their port lies between my two lips
My day is a drag
Lest my mouth snags a bag
Of Doritos Nacho Cheese Chips
Despite your transcendental airs,
No windowed soul invites your gaze.
These eyes have steered a thousand stares,
Through labyrinths of smoke and haze.
Recalling times when our heart sank
and soul’s resolve too did then tank,
though we feared, obstacles were cleared
because we were by God’s hand steered.
Save Him upon who can we bank?
Times We Have Feared
There are those times that we have feared,
Like growing old and a twilight that neared;
My dismal day;
Forgot to pray,
And in wrong direction have been steered.
Jim Horn
Twas never pirate more feared or revered,
than that salty seadog known as Blackbeard.
With his motley band,
and ship the Queen Anne,
he sailed the high seas to treasure he steered.
4/8/19
Abstain from wine, women, and song, mostly song
Ya gotta trust me, have I ever steered ya wrong
Okay one time back in '56
Said Elvis wouldn't be hit
Young and foolish back then, but foolish all along
Born out of fear.
Suffering screams that nobody hears, and eyes that are swelled up with tears.
Peering into a world that is very unclear.
Abruptly being steered...
Sheer fear...
Painful spear...
Disappear.
Milton's goodness was a beacon shining bright
His humanity steered him to what he deemed right
With a soul kind and pure
His words will endure
Through a bright blessed day or a long-troubled night
12/31/22
Rest Well Milton
Love, the irrepressible
Unflinching, undeterred.
In a lost toned request for aid
What is manly answered.
Brunting iced gales, though blindly
Though dipping at the head
An old boat, steered but of one!
"Ahead!" screams on "ahead!"
Sol was a sincerely sweet preteen with one thing on his mind.
He wanted to impress a sassy female named Louise S. Valentine.
She was not interested but did not want to seem unkind.
She steered him to a friend of hers who thought he was fine.
they are keenly felt
you have a knowing without knowing how you know
an absolute surety of purpose now
a clear understanding without words
you are being guided
steered steadily in one direction
you do not have to see them
to know they are there
May we be blessed to understand..
Although life may have steered us down paths we hadn’t planned…
and some of our childhood wishes remain unsung….
as long as we are living and breathing…
there’s time to fulfill the dreams we had when we were young.
Did you hear about Angus McMorran
Who was out playing golf with wife,Lauren?
Her incredible force
Sent the ball right off course
But at least it steered clear of his sporran!
03.03.19
'Make Me Actually Lol 2 Poetry Contest'-sponsored by Nina Parmenter
To be self-taught, I rested thought
and saw a light, a growing dot,
into which I disappeared,
being by God’s hand so steered,
transformed thus as living light,
heart pulsating with delight!
To be self-taught, I rested thought
and saw a light, a growing dot.
Secrets,
now memories,
piggybacked through summer.
On handlebars, calloused fingers
steered dirt bikes to an emerald kingdom.
Two boys, on tree stump thrones, ruled worms
unearthed with splendid crowns
of sundrenched leaves,
carefree.
Written 2/27/17
Years ago bold the Sun
Saffron lands
The waters depths plagued our mind
East was once a golden hue
The winds came gently
The August people steered
their heads converse as one
We were at peace
to the west
West is the best
Gold behests the streets
The Golden crowds
free at last
Destiny Awaits
flying
eyes
-wide,
into that
deepest
dark
bottomless
abyss,
could've any
care
steered
one
clear
truly away
from
our
rotting
destiny...
or merely
prolong it
minorly
6-17-07
Form:
King steered the mares out of the valley
They began to run as if the wind was chasing them
The prettiest sight he had ever seen
He lured them from the clutches of the evil ones
He could hear gunshots behind them
Faster! He urged them
They came at once
A harem of grateful women
Who understood he was their savior
Get over it
You are lost
And you don't even know it
Don't even know what you want
Think you know what you want
You are confused
easy to be led on
I can read you like a book
so easily misguided, steered
Like a stupid lamb
Don't want to deal with you any more
Not worth my time
Good ridddance
So long
Ciao ciao
Au revoir
The turbid octopus
arises from the depths
of the heart,
as from the sea.
The affections were distracted
a day before, laughing,
and dreams, sensing danger,
steered around the hollow,
as a snorkeler avoids
a treacherous shelf.
But the monster,
often stronger,
becomes more intense,
sapping life and hope,
immobilizing its prey.
Bereft the sordid creature stood
No home, alone, it wasn’t good
Gleaming with a wrathful eye
To me it looked; I wondered why
It’s time to run I thought inside
But where’s a place that I can hide?
Then suddenly a light appeared
My friend’s new Jeep through snow he steered
How fragile is this life of mine?
Rescued in the nick of time
Andy's guided a train
Flown a small plane
Steered the wheel of a ship
Spurred a horse with a whip
Maneuvered a 64-foot truck
Kayaked in a typhoon
Won a motorcycle race
Landed perfectly on the moon
Then Andy went on a date
Pop, Pop -- two flat tires
Said, 'I'm not much with my hands'
Asked his date, 'Can you use these pliers?'
My life boat has a motor and a sail.
I turn the engine on if zephyrs fail,
And stay the course, despite the turning tides,
Asserting that my vessel steady glides -
Free as a bird with one determined drill -
Common sense - my compass steered by will.
When under I go, feel free to speculate
Whether that was my predetermined fate!
September 20, 2020
So farewell Keith Vaz, we don’t really mind
Whether you steered from the front or behind
But the coke was a bit of an epic fail
What’s that, you’re snorting, I didn’t inhale?
So hello Keith Vaz, you’re still knocking about
You can lock up yer closet now yer out
And maybe hang out with Osborne and stuff
Isn’t he a bit of a powder puff?
© Gail Foster 6th September 2016
A Journey By Sea
The water rose and fell,
The wind dropped and blew,
We continued to sail,
Through dust and through dew,
The sails were hoisted,
The captain took the wheel,
The man in the crows’ nest,
Warned of a whales or a seal.
The captain steered,
With strength and might,
To reach safe land,
Before the dead of night.
Can we forget? Not we,
The olden days and the journey by sea?