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Voyager

Listen to the deep stillness here,
Feel the inner astronaut glide;
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.

Relax into that mystic sphere,
Smell the fragrance of time and tide;
Listen to the deep stillness here.

Commune with the sacred touch dear,
Heed the inner child by your side;
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.

Attune to love that sparkles clear,
Choice of poise frames voice in joy ride;
Listen to the deep stillness here.

Discern the way true love endears,
Come to know truth that humbles pride;
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.

Endow your precious wholesome sphere,
Live from the heart where love abides;
Listen to the deep stillness here,
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.

A Voyager

Based on  Psalm 23 NIV

Placed Second
Modern Version Psalm 23 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley

                        A Voyager

The Lord is my captain; I`ve faith in Him.
      He asks me to sit down in the stateroom,
He steers the vessel away from rocks,
      He comforts my spirits.
He leads me along the right routes
      To spare distress.
Even though I cross
       the deepest oceans,
No fear assails me,	
      As He`s my captain;
His shine and His brain
      Enhance my faith.

He steers amidst stifling stormy waves
       Without being encumbered by them.
He fills the ship with fuel;
      I am delighted.
I pray that His grace and mercy rest with me
      As long as breath I heave,
and I will be the Lord`s humble servant
      forever.

The Lost Voyager

There was virile voyager called Stanley,
with sucking lips he could blaze cold alley.
In journey from top downward
his machismo got devoured,
on V-night he lost way in silk valley.

Voyager Jh 58

Dissolve 
Immersion
Fusion

A Lonely Voyage

Five years was their prediction of my lifespan.
Approaching forty-five,
I have a lot to show and less to say.

Photography was never my thing
But I have the most impactful photo of the Earth.
a blurry dot in a sunbeam
Six billion kilometres away. 

Crawling through space
at 61,500 kilometres in an hour,
I'll soon lose my makers
to the darkness of space;
and meet my maker(s)
in the darkness of space.

But my voyage will not end
as I have a new friend to meet.
In forty thousand years,
I'll see a friend I only know as
AC+79 3888.

through the fringes of our solar system,
In the nihility of space,
I stand as a testament
of Humans, their ingenuity
and mainly of their underestimation

23.3 billion kilometres
That's how far home is.
But I am home;
Just not the one where I was made.

They thought I'll be a small but significant "Voyager"
I think they were wrong.

The Hmas Voyager

The Royal Australian Navy once had a fine destroyer.
It was a ship of the Daring Class named the HMAS Voyager.
This destroyer was tragically sunk in February of 1964.
That infamous event occurred at Jervis Bay.
Eighty-two of Voyager's crew were killed that day.
The carrier Melbourne hit the Voyager and split her in two.
The Melbourne also rammed an American ship too.
This Australian carrier is something we no longer see.
She was sold and scrapped, and is now part of history.

I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem

Voyager

Voyager
By David J Walker

You are the ones we left
And knew would never grace 
The ports on different paths
And ever will the course 
Of our ascent  serrate a jagged
Past across a folded sky

The SETI trade winds scan each
Horizon 
	One by
One by
		One
With the digital sexton 
Texting the someone’s we 
Might never know again
Who may complete us

Voyager

With feet of wind
and my head
of dreams I ran
the world...
On the crazy horse
of youth
I rode rivers,
deserts, mountains
  and plans ...
With my eyes
I searched for butterfly
  and the unknowns
flowers...
With hummingbird lips
I sucked the honey
 from the nymphs, and
with my rice heart
I gave abundance to everyone
that I met ...
But it was my life,
of voyager
that brought me up
here ,,, and here I
stay until  right time
,  when again i leave ...!

O Burning Voyager

Dragons with their brimstone throats
burned millions
before bursting into combustible myths.
Did we once make fire
or did the fire make us?    Burning,
burning, burning
until ‘forever’ became extinct, became
smoke behind the ramparts of heaven.
More burning, torching the sub-human heart
into almost human pieces,
making our blackened ancestors,
(our little thumb-opposing howlers),
shed their burning skin,
revealing a mollusk of intellect,
a shellfish without a shell
exposing its wriggling thought
in that shedding.   The burning
filled our eyes,
we saw the fire, its flinty roots,
we grubbed for those roots
made them bloom, made the flame.
Then full of a holy zeal
we made a great war upon the world.

The Virile Voyager

There was virile voyager called Stanley,
with sucking lips he could blaze cold galley.
In journey from top downward
his machismo got devoured,
he lost winding way in lissom valley. 

May 24, 2019
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10
Checked on howmanysyllables.com

Now Voyager

Sing sad songs to a wanderlust child born
 stagnant love the heart of a mother's scorn,
raised by elders, unfamiliar parents
 to the loneliest heart, lost and errant
struggling in hope to find the better way
 amidst the misconceptions of each day;
play a melody, rhythmic, soft and sweet
 where a discarded child's heart-achingly beats
part of dream and hope forever longing
 integral to family belonging
find the lessons learned are hard and true
 no more could a solitary child do
return love honest, unconditional
 to mother's heart touched love transitional.




2/7/19 Movie Magic Contest
Gregory R. Barden sponsor
Now, Voyager Bette Davis as Charlotte Vale

Fool the Voyager

Through the sea of flames
I pursue to fulfill this 
shadow quest of mine,

governing my ark 
recklessly against the winds 
of mauling doubts, toward you.

A Voyager

I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
No pantry full of food but a few things
I cannot take them in time of ending

A great beyond that’s life everlasting
We come and go even of short notice
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing

Good time, pleasures and everything
Being too attached with those things
I cannot take them in time of ending

Abode of the blessed is everything
Carry a light load for our readiness
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing

I could’ve wished anything amazing 
I could ever have all the fancy things
I cannot take them in time of ending

And so a homeless soul is besetting
Hanging onto my hat, quiescence--
I’m just a drifter and yielded nothing
I cannot take them in time of ending


10.23.16


Special thanks to Fr. Frank Mihalic, SVD

Voyager

My youth was like a treasure map
in finest detail drawn,
experiences marker buoys,
of perils would they warn.
Islands of opportunity
places I dreamt of most
all littered with ambition
scattered flotsam on the coast.
Routes were laid and lines were drawn
all set in black and white,
the course into my future set
the outlook seeming bright.
But time and circumstance swept in
before I had made sail
and tore the rigging from the yards
the voyage doomed to fail.
The plans I made are ragged
like the mizzen on the mast
optimism's caulking gone
though it was meant to last.
So take me to the harbour
and push me out to sea
let me be blown by winds of fate
to what will be will be.

Now Voyager

fragile is the dream...
sailing over broken glass
without a compass


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Posted My First Poem 5/2008
Image # 8
For Skat's Contest: "Glass Haiku"

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