The Captain had a penny whistle
Which he wore around his neck
And he played it every morning
As the crew danced on the deck.
Sometimes it was a Hornpipe
Sometimes a Palais Glide
As the crew danced fore and aft
And from Port to Starboard side.
Prompt every morning
When the Bosun rang a bell,
And if he was feeling frisky
The Captain danced as well.
Sometimes on sunny mornings
The crew would stand at ease
While the Captain and a subby
Mimed a decorous strip tease.
Rain storm hail or shine
Until twenty minutes passed
When on a given signal
The crew would climb the mast
To set the sails and rigging
And get the ship under way
And so it continued
Every single day.
Two or three times a year
All the ships would meet
And the Captain and his crea
Would dance for the fleet.
It was on the good ship Venus
Which had been a ship of shame
Until the Dancing Captain'
Gave it a better name.
He became the only Admiral to wear
A penny whistle around his neck
And even in his dotage
Would dance around the deck.
Ship shape and Bristol fashion
When she was away at sea.
Oh on the good ship Venus
Such a happy place to be
Stand at ease soldier, rest your weary soul,
You've served your country, you've walked your last patrol.
Stand at ease soldier, rest your tired paws,
You've saved so many lives, you've travelled lands, torn with wars.
Stand at ease soldier, rest and ease your mind,
You've served with honour and pride, you've protected your mankind.
Stand at ease soldier, rest your senses for a while,
You've shown you were a warrior, you've always gone that extra mile.
Stand at ease soldier, rest, it's your time to just be you,
You've been and done all you can, you've been there to see us through.
Stand at ease soldier, you're no longer part of this charade,
We'll salute you and say farewell, on this, your last parade.
At Dawn…
At dawn in the morning, become a gentle breeze.
Drinking like a drunken, and doing as you please.
Look at all the tulips, their cups are filled with wine.
Drinking in the morning and dance with all the trees.
You've got to smell the flowers, flowers are divine.
Bathing in their nectar, and humming like the bees.
The garden filled with kindness, wake up smell the light.
The journey is the short one, a chance for you to seize.
My heart is pure goodness; my hands are tied with pain.
My pain will soon be over, my heart will stand at ease.
If never taste sunshine, your mouth is full of night.
The nights veil the darkness and make your life to freeze.
Wake up, go with “Haloo” the sun is friend of his,
Your eyes will be open, and see the thing he sees.
9/23/16 Haloo
Depth of Creation
Sometimes I feel I have no words I can't deny
As you scrape the words from the sun way up in the sky,
Autumn breezes do cast a nest of leaves around my house
For the fruition of the tiger lily holds a colorful inlet of dangerous,
Can this grand stall of our world stand at ease?
As if it were in jail all caged up with nowhere to go,
If it will not have any light in like an old wicker lamp
All enclosed like a pearl in a clam while
It is entombed like an iron maiden
And set on fire like a magnet drawn on to full closure
In the depth of creation so just let it be, just let it be.
Written: 3/14/14
Theresa Marie
Again, again I hear the sound
And feel the smell of ship’s playground
Where I have spent half life at seas
And more “Eyes front!” than “Stand at ease!”
And Life itself was measured value
Upcoming with the catchcry: “Hey, you!”
Oh, yes, we were what’s called “fresh springs”
With fancy-schmancy earings,
And waves that rocked ship up-n-down
Carried away us from hometown!
Remember Gulfstream’s gutty waters,
Remember wives, and brides, and daughters,
Remember mothers, sons and fathers,
Remember friends and many others?!.
… Time passed away, we all ashore…
Where’s our ships we dreamed before?
The only thing I ever miss –
That smell of salt, and youth, and breeze…
Baby as if I am in deep freeze
Baby don’t just sit and stand at ease
Do something baby do something please
Baby will you give a big fat kiss
Baby will you hug to give me bliss
Baby will you show me what love is
Baby to you I am very cheap
Baby will you love me from soul deep
Baby every promise I will keep
Baby you have stolen my soft mind
Baby please don’t hurt it be so kind
Baby I love you it’s sealed and signed
in white muslin she is laid out
Neruda’s Page read
in her last light
a white dermis that once rippled,
to hold within each pore a kiss of life
once breathed in blood and sweat
was torn to cut and punch drunk love
that history now rests entombed in grief,
between a white lily morning
and a twilight of eternal black orchids,
her feet marched a million leagues
and now rest retired, stripped in relief
ten soldiers stand at ease,stubbed of life
wearing badges of battle
a face tipped with laughter,is carried with her
hands holding scrolls of each caress
in the single embrace of every motion
the minutes of sorrow in hours of her joy
denounced or honoured by a gods mouth
the archangel joust legions,
and regathering
before this moment, before chaos
she was reposed in pure perfection,
and the lilies were silenced of beauty