The to and fro
From pillar to post
The immortal forget the reason of the journey
Who will tell others the view of the journey?
All have eyes and ears
And later know road to life
All forget and pursuit the trade wind of vanity
Who can measure the number of life?
Some weigh it as on and off of breaths
Is not a race but a journey
Everyone is a traveler on a cosmic journey
Acting in stardust and dancing in the eddies of vanity
Everyone is here to pack and carry his luggage
We only have a stop-over to encounter
Each other and one another to love and share feelings
Be careful, life is a glimpse
That determines all destinations
Forecast
raise mast
Air mass
eat grass
Storm front
bear brunt
Blue skies
time flies
Dark clouds
dull crowds
Wet spell
from hell
Sunshine
divine
Strong gust
disgust
Gale force
morose
Lightning
blighting
Thunder
blunder
Spring tide
I cried
Rainbow
eye glow
Wide trough
chest cough
Red heat
conceit
Warm haze
delays
Halos
moon rose
Black ice
not nice
Snowdrift
I’m miffed
Dewdrops
on copse
Trade wind
rescind
Cyclone
Chills bone
Blind fog
Agog
Grey mist
delist
Deep freeze
disease
Fresh spring
in thing
Summer
Hummer
Autumn’s
doldrums
Winter’s
Cinders
Sharp frost
fuel cost
Hailstones
bleak groans
Ground sleet
at feet
Graupel
rural
Rainfall
please stall
Greenhouse
must douse
My Weathered Deck
At this time through which I am the lead
With days flowing out from behind myself
I am using a much slower life speed
And see my history books lined up on my shelf
As the things of the past I no longer need
A trade wind blows across my weathered deck
I see pictures scatter through my over filled head
This year I’ve been apt to stop often to reflect
How my steps have used a lot of life tread
Now I’m worn on the edges, an earthly project
The stage is set to leave without much trace
Years click away faster than my memories can
I notice how I resemble someone else’s’ face
Designed by lucky fate or a unique master plan
With twilight comes a slower spool with my grace
written 5-15-2020
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Britain sets sail to find a deal.
A lengthy voyage now starts.
The captain plots the way ahead
with complex EU charts
from the Maritime Directive
in all its ninety parts.
Oh what a frightful sea to sail
to reach the land called Brexit Deal.
They cast off in a steady breeze;
the crew are well rehearsed.
But soon a storm is getting up
and brings a mighty gust.
The mainsail now has been ripped free
and flaps around the mast.
Oh what a frightful sea to sail
to reach the land called Brexit Deal.
And then with further buffeting
the rudder starts to fail.
A calm follows; they do repairs.
Now fixed they can set sail.
The ship and crew ready to go
but now stuck in a lull.
Oh what a frightful sea to sail
to reach the land called Brexit Deal.
Next day there comes a steady breeze
which clears them from doldrums.
And now they start to speed along
as then a trade wind comes.
With these changes the captain must
recalculate the sums.
Oh what a frightful sea to sail
to reach the land called Brexit Deal.
Behold the flageolet wizard wand —
at each windpipe end,
it toe tag taps the same dirge sound
Abominable Gomorrah black buries
to the left
Vile Yeti blinking Babel blue buries
to the right
This voodoo mint stick
shows you the same Al Jolson face,
no matter which dark side
of the hex coin you flip
Deep indigo Far West hue
is gonna bullet mark your forehead
with a transactional tattoo
Shallow turquoise shade rear East tint
will sunset your hope
with burning crosses double helix bent
Wooden voodoo baton
carved with pagan imagery
On each side of the prod stick,
cattle cull call
is tased with ballot trickery
Some pridefully pip
they be canary pawns of the right wing
Others proudly chirp
they be pigeon fawns of the left honking
And the independent night owl souls
sniff how the trade wind blows,
to decide on which way they gonna lean
Pogo patsies on a voodoo stick
bouncing to-and-fro billow mindlessly
Drowning their fears
in patriotic waves of I-pod conformity
They do the death dance,
head bobbing self-sacrificially so
Voodoo chicken tenders
turning on the fiery pit spit slow
Ocean depression
Clouds pulled in by low pressure
Suck inside moisture.
Hurricane is born
Eye follows the track blindly
The trade wind decides.
Distant shore attracts
Hurricane rushes lands hard
With windstorm and rains.
High waves surge inland
Storm flattens things on the way
Rains flood the lowland.
Homeless people stand
On gloom and devastation
Future uncertain.
Trail of hurricane
Furrows through the battered lives
Nature does its job.
Depression in life
Turmoil lands as hurricane
The mind does its job.
September 8, 2017.
With billowed sails the Schooner glides across the open sea
The crew secures the rigging as they’ve done through history
Port side there’s a Humpback coming up to take a look
They watch in pure amazement its like a picture from a book.
The Skipper takes the Helm and guides the vessel on its path
The crew they scramble round the deck to fight mother natures wrath
Everyone has got their job the Main Trimmer, Mast and Pit
The Secondary Trim the Foredeck and the Main Trim/Tactics
As the Schooner fights the rugged waves The Skipper steers the wheel
It brings on such excitement that it can not be concealed
With puffy trade-wind clouds above waves of blue below
If one gets the chance to sail, the Schooners the way to go
Golden streams of fresh sunshine flush the day
bringing esoteric galleons to bay
filled from a pointed hull to shapely stern
exulting teas and spices badly yearned
Subdued by scents of affection afloat
passions spill in quills admiration wrote
embracing the union of sun and moon
and of breathless visions erupting soon
Hints of the night tap the bow gripped tight
divinity's song flitters through last light
starlit heavens guiding a tinted view
holding senses close as the trade wind blew
Drift onto yonder shores beneath skies so bold
life's treasures lie faithfully in stories told
As tangy waft careens into my mind
To softly rouse a glittering twilight,
I frolic with the northern breeze, refined
On imprints of an ever- threading night.
And copper-like, my senses mildly clothed
with fibrils tracing ripples on warm flesh;
this zephyr cool guides evensong hollowed
by a mystique startling birds’ tunes, afresh.
Until the trade-wind fades before new morn
oh guardian of air will bid me still;
my breath feeding the hours with time reborn
till dewy waft on skyline claims goodwill.
That I, a child of moon, shall testify
as witness to the gentle billow’s sigh.
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Chalk-white faces, chapped lips and infected footsoles,
Harmattan, she has come again, announcing her
presence like a proud royalty's entourage.
Mothers clad their infants in thick clothes
like north pole elves,
motorcyclists cruise around town with watery eyes
mourning the chill of the early morning continental
trade wind.
Dry tree leaves dance to the rhythm of the wind,
the dance of death, as they fall to the ground
amid rising dust, dry air and hazy skies,
gathering mist sits atop the mountain like a crown
on a King's head.
The local tea shop owner beams with a toothless
smile envisaging high patronage, and from the
eastern horizon a seemingly shy
thermal source rises slowly
Scripted be these endless visions the faithful child; candy-striped....
Sugar coated vertical horizons ? Romanesque, their arches round'about
Obsidian's encircling glass and dark her ages skipping squares your, pyramids
Agamemnon's, subservient generations far from unique their trojan horse, wars ?
Sir Lancelot with her Guinevere's jigzaw puzzle Arabian Knights Salome lights samurai
Swords cataclysm's Pollux ? Argus chasing carpet baggers about these northern lights; Polaris..
Rising from Cassiopeia's sea beyound mere myths your, iconoclastic carrion, ideologies ? Imminent
Jupiter exploding imploding time's trade wind trickery Capricorn's, bugle boy theologies; Love's, kryptonite.
I saw you riding the wild waves
cool trade-wind breezes blowing,
through your long dark curly hair;
dropping off the lip in adrenaline rush
through spectacular silver liquid tubes
as you obsessed glassy spiral perfection
so wantonly barrel dragging your hand
caressing her curves, so seductively
the ultimate liquid thrill
then soul cruising a long ride in…….
I, infatuated with your form
Seduced by perfection
I just knew in fathom depths
of my heart inside,out
I fell in love with you,
forever on that day....
Your soulful sultry brown eyes,
red- brown tanned smooth silk skin
strong muscular frame, power built
broad chest to rest my weary head upon....
the body of steel pleasure
I can’t lie or deny that
I want all of your delicious kisses,
and your strong warm caring arms
wrapped around me
with the same passion
that you caress her curves.
you know that I can’t
get enough of you...
my surfing Poseidon
Death! A lifeboat adrift on a sea
with sailors who are mates of mine.
Thirst and hunger we all shall be
it is hard to think of a tougher time.
As a hot sun burns so as we drift
water now would taste as wine.
With my sacrifice I hope to give,
a gift of life to leave behind.
My soul, from my body to sieve.
To my brethren, a gift of a kind
life in my blood, to quench a thirst,
strength in my meat I pray they find.
A drink of brine; so as to die first,
a meal for all - I pray they cry
and hope they feast until they burst.
This, only this we've left to try
pick your teeth with my shattered bones
hoist you a sail of my tough hide,
mumble a prayer once I am gone.
Say a wave took me over the side.
I pray a trade wind will steer ye home
and bluster my sprite to beg God Divine
exoneration for - sweet cannibals mine.
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