Sailing home to England
o'er the bounding main
oh to see those white cliffs
fields of green and feel the rain again
sailed away for a year and a day
an albatross following t'was a good sign
with wings wide-spread overhead
'tween tropics weather was fair all was fine
sailors know where the trade winds blow
and trust their compass true
but my days a'roving the briny deep are now done
I'm rolling down a rhumb line arc to you
tropic
thunders roll
lightnings crash
trees in total chaos
rainstorm
Loving
the solitude
Loving
the silence
Hating
consensus
Hating
refrain
Loving
the magic
Loving
the present
Hating
the reference
Hating
— proclaims
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
When my heart's bell does toll,
it worship-chimes for my soul.
I excite while driving to align
with sights God made divine.
Under tropic sun glow, I walk
where divine defined waves roll.
Sitting in morn-soft sand, I give
God thanks for His beach design.
As waves tease, then leave, I pray
to cradle all God's ocean enables.
Trouble travels far.
Of its dark cloud
Not one sign, however
Broods here. Ever!
All but wraps and warm
Our minds around
For sea haze, does enhance
Dreamy romance.
I'm here surrounded
for what should be normal
the cup of aromatic coffee
the old comfortable chair
a notebook tired of writing
a fruit bowl full of delights
and a ceramic vase
where an insistent succulent
challenges her own longevity
everything seems prosaic
everything looks normal
in this autumn afternoon
outside the trees
and more trees
endless trees
life in the tropics is enigmatic
nature in all its splendor
and along the colorful street
hordes of miserable
without anithing to eat
Majestic summits
Concealed protectively in
Foggy clouds embrace,
Captivates wandering eyes,
On a tropic summer day
red billed tropic bird
warming up the pacific
with stark white feathers
as if the great expanse collapsed
eclipsing hearthstones
amid the cordillera
where sun begins to beg
her true name
life stops alongside the eucalyptus
and the words warm
dripping honey to the south
shadows dance
and straight below we stand
just letting go
past particles
in the winds of time
in the tropic of us
we thrust our faith, our knowledge
our fortune and fortitudes
character, a dying breed
in need
moments held close
mouthed in mystery
we lick the solemm soul of the earth
before we soar
to destiny and destinations set free
Breathe in sweet scents of tuberose
And let fine mist caress your face,
Dive deep into aqua waters—
Become enchanted with this place.
(6/24/2019)
Arbitrium Divisa 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Stanza taken from original poem "Island Spirit"
(Poem of the Day at Poetry Soup January 17, 2015)
~ Fiji eve, afire ...
palms blow kisses to the moon -
jealous coral sky ~
Friendly palm tree waves
back to passing ocean surf
from its island home
9.23.18
Contest: Haiku in the Tropics
Tropic Sea
Wet and wild,
greedy waves lick beaches...
washing long lost secrets back to shore
Aquamarine warm waters kissing deep blue sky
decorated with smiling islands in the sun
Tranquil haven or raging tempest
dead calm before a storm…
Tropic Sea
06-13-2014
Contest: Theme #6 - The Sea- (Old & New) Poems (01-18-2016)
Sponsor: SKAT A
Placement: 7th
Contest: Choose Your Favorite Body (06-15-2015)
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placement: 3rd
With visual field microscopic
Some utterly blind and myopic
Consume to the max
As a luxury tax
On those needing help philanthropic
When taken ill beyond the Gods
(For their hunger feels so endless)
I saw their hillsides-
Grazed to the ground
I found no witness.
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