Give This Guy a Chance
Throw in
Rowen
The Hypochondriac
Dyin’
Eyan
So Generous is He
Giver
River
The Sneaky One
Wily
Riley
The Parachutist
Glider
Ryder
Legal in Half the States
Ruby’s
Doobies
Cute as a Lass
Bonny
Ronny
So Sweet
Randy’s
candies
Always at the Beach
Randall’s
Sandals
Swam to Florida
Cuban
Rueben
Too Stocky for His Race Horse
Jockey
Rocky
Give him a Hanky, Please
Clammy
Sammy
Prefers Prosecution
Lawyer
Sawyer
Guy with Allergies
Itchy
Richie
Time to Land
Fly low,
Shiloh
Always on Dialysis
Sydney’s
Kidneys
A Simple Rapping Pieman
Rhymin’
Simon
Ballerino
Twirling
Sterling
Why He Was Put in Time Out
Sinbad
be bad
The Guy Whose Buttons Pop off
Glutton
Sutton
I am not old enough to write my memoirs my great-great-uncle said.
He is afraid after he writes them, he might be a bit closer to dead.
He refused to even think about it, the idea made him grouchy and mad.
The memory book he was supposed to fill up was bought by my imposing Dad.
Dad said “I thought he would like it, and now I’m out a lot of money.”
That is why you should have asked him, said my mother, adding “honey”.
Honey was not happy, and neither was my uncle Charley Sinbad Gray.
The situation taught me a valuable lesson that I have remembered to this day.
Before you invest in something that is going to cost quite a bit,
Consult the recipient to discover it they want it or will have a fit.
A lesson learned in pain needs to seldom be learned again, mom said.
Dad never learned the lesson, imposing his ideas, usually with his face red.
Bear feet; into the sand; trampling the sea shells
Some are crashing, jingling and tinkling as the silver bells
"Thou, why here?" I asked from a shell and peeped into the singing waves
It told, "We are from under the corals, ancient ships and the sea monster's cave
A singing pond, what a universe inside this blue?
No one can give a clue
She is listening to every story
Happy, joy, love but also sorry
She knows the man Sinbad, who sailed upon her days and nights; he watched the twilight of the dawn
She is heartbroken of Rose and Jack who watched her dolphins; hugging each other but now that love is gone
Also she is proud of the little mermaid with the amber cloudy hair who sacrificed life for the human prince
Her sound is high when she cries by seeing her fish who die by wrapping in strings
A giant travelling palace murdered all her turtles, dolphins and the whales and sent them to the land
Now, her family is coming to us; without their souls but a body floated to the sand
Oh her wish, will she recover soon?
So she will be lighted again as the crystal moon
1
I'm Sinbad
I'll come to take you on my raft
To the land of magic and diamonds,
my land, where you'll reign
as the sole queen
I'll pay you my homage and attribute
And stand by thee
To fan you with my feather fan
and wipe every drop of sweat
that may run on your soft rosy cheeks
and before you retire to bed
I'll claim your delicious lips
with a hot and ever felt kiss.
2
What can I say of you?
You are the words and the pen?
You are the rose in its maximum bloom.
Not only one Adam if you wink is fallen.
Elysium is total alienation
if you are banished from
How many a racer has his life lost
just to have you by him been touched
you are not only a blissful abode
You are the dream and its becoming true.
It's lifetime calling, that's for sure,
'True friendship' that can life endure,
For each man grows, the woman too,
With ever-changing points of view,
And if both change what's there to last?
It seems a mystery is cast!
Does marriage mean you're not alone,
'Connectedness' helped by cell phone?
Restraining thieves mean you are safe,
A bet that's won protect the waif?
Does having parents save the child,
Black president means reconciled?
Perhaps our Indians are most sane -
Who loves creation lessens pain,
Protect the future's 'Way of Love,'
A synergy, like 'hand in glove,'
All forms of love are garden's gate,
Through which lives 'Eden,' though we're late
To come to wedding only goal,
The only way, we get out whole!
This life's just loss if there's no God,
If He's not real, then we are odd!
Life's purpose is to love right Dad,
The living treasure of Sinbad!
Long Tooth
May 23, 2018
spiritual and cultural numerical figure
thought to be as of the heaven
constellation of seven sisters
reminds the days of the week
consists colours of the rainbow
divine notes on musical scale
total number of seas and continents
snow white runs off to live with dwarves
seven brides for seven brothers
Shakespeare’s man of seven ages
Sinbad the Sailor had same voyages
Ian Fleming had the right ring for James Bond
The world’s favourite number seven
Sinbad and Columbus nautical
Miles from home
Their flotilla of frigates
Sea sailed flags, flown
Compulsorily becalmed
Roped to steadfast bollards
Wharf bound
Red, green marine, sea blue scene
Maritime, party time, home time
Shore leave, can't leave, must leave
When the ship horn sounds
Sirens and mermaids waiting
Can't stand too long on
Unwaving ground
Ask the pilot, for the plot
Cards for money lost the lot
Ladies with port light windows
Sailor's take comfort
What happens, stays on land
Red, green marine, sea blue scene
Maritime, party time, home time
Shore leave, can't leave, must leave
When the ship horn sounds
Sirens and mermaids waiting
I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.
I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.
So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies
Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?
But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over
To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine
Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.
The Child I once was and knew so well
Has faded into a harden shell
I won and lost a battle here and there
But, yet the war it rages everywhere
My wisdom do earn and over rate it
And yet, still others will debate it
Faithful trust, just turned into dust
Life was de-veined, derailed, just a bust
I must, I must, I must
Postponed and deflated
Under rated Twas some others fate
I entered into life; a little less, then late
Who dare such a thing?
Whom could bare such; without wings?
Debased I can not sing
Gone Is my wedding ring
With Burning Passions
Set a blaze; my eternals rage
Bones and flesh are melted, as the Ice
I take one more hit, a final slice
Fathers and mothers race
A child left with out a face
Flames grown and have over whelmed
Limbs deformed and burned I squirm
I did not ever learn
I was Burned
Sirens sound fires burn
The loneliest of hues
While I listen to
The Fire Engine Blues
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
As stories go
So do souls
They wonder then grow
As cold as snow
Or as fever ant as ice
Men are not mice
In fields of golden wheat; grain
Lost with out; insane
Forgetting all that was; ingrained
Living souls in stores
Forgetting their chores
They become the board
Life swings back and forth
Mistrust; faith out sourced
Flesh awaiting to be scorched
Saviour's a many, but never a one
Living beneath the threat of a gun
Time awaiting to be undone
Dear old Abe that Faithful one
His brother ascertained, then defamed
He was Cain, not thy brother's keeper
But an evil creeper
A vine unfit to be tied
Entangled a web which he is bound
Truly wrapped and then leather bound
Blacken and read; were the words
The Word; bled the color of red
This fabled prince, our lord
Three score and some
Defeated seven thousand and one
And still some will be lost
Torched along with the moss
For the fable was not Able
To save any one
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
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