As I reach my boat I hear the clanking of the halyard against the mast, a sound I have longed to hear music to my ears. Excitement builds as I calmer aboard and make ready my boat for the adventure she and I will share.
Knowing wind to my stern will ease my departure, boom to port tiller pushed away to my starboard she knows her way now, this Philly of the sea. Jib starboard Main to the port we sail wings in front of the wind.
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Grim face he looks at me fire in his eyes muscles tense, this younger image of myself. I wish he weren't so much like me, he will do anything to succeed, determination is his creed, work will never stop until he is dead indeed, just like me.
Does not know how to rest, thinks he has to beat all the rest, hard work is his only answerer, it is his master.
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As we get older we are no longer as bolder. We get timid and week and no longer seek the truth within us. The desires that drive ones heart are pounded out by those that do not, or do not wish to understand us.
They say this is the way to be, does not matter that you want it not, they insist it be. Stay young at heart, answer your desires no matter what. Do not listen to the Nay-Sayers they are the ones that are like a clock with no handles.
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Revolution that is the solution to the problems in this place and space they call the USA.
We no longer have the freedoms we have traded away for security that at best is fleeting and at worst nonexistent.
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As she sleeps so deep, her breathing steady and sure she does not know how my love for her has endured.
Her blonde hair now has streaks of gray but to me she has never changed from that day we first met.
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Grace, I have sought by giving my present life to good, but it was not enough to seek Grace by just deeds alone past sins I must atone. Life after life, the wrong had been done.
Seeking wisdom was what I thought would give me the Grace I sought. So study I did, day and night. What a plight when I died that night, no grace had been given, another wrong committed.
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Sleep my darling hush baby do not cry, I am by your side. Love to you I give with all my heart.
Dream of Teddy Bears and Lollipops, have no cares I am here to wipe away your tears. Goodnight darling goodnight.
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Viewing from above there is something laid out in the mist motionless it is. On the cold hard ground it can be found.
I do not wish to look, for it seems familiar, glancing now and then and again at this thing. Human form it takes, familiar again, I want to know it not.
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Cowboy hat, checkered shirt, bandana to match, wrapped around his neck, two guns hung low on his hips, no smile on his lips. Deadly serious he mounts his sawn wood horse; mysterious Bad Lands lay ahead. Stagecoach robbers could be hiding behind the couch or chair, he dismounts with care.
Guns drawn he crawls toward them with stark stare who knows what might be there. Sounds come from a different direction, making a swift correction he heads for the sound, he is bound by Cowboy oath not to be scared no matter what is there.
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Rosie, Rosie, you are never on time, you are late for school do you not hear the chime.
Rosie, Rosie your clothes are all crumpled and dirty it is eight thirty and you are late once again.
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I want to say stay out, stay out, but that is not what I am about. When I see the children in fear, with their eyes turned down to the ground, I feel ashamed but who is to blame, their parents drag them about. Looks of confusion on their face, wondering what they have done to deserve this distain, why are they to blame.
Pious bureaucrats no doubt, who for political reasons this voting season, sacrificed these Syrians for their own political gain, they could not or would not refrain from such an easy target.
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Mama Bunny
On warm sunny days the mysterious Mama Bunny appears on my lawn and always surprises me.
Hip pity hop, hip pity hop, she never stops appearing here and there, and everywhere.
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Gangster,
I said, you never looked so good dead, that's what I said.
Hurt you caused too many, now they are going to put you in the dirt.
No cause for sorrow.
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Too young to know I was moving too slowly.
You wanted something more than I could give.
I only lived for the thought of your love.
Moving to slowly.
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I must depart from you and go down to the perilous sea where my ship awaits me.
I will think of you not, for the pain of remembrance ties my being in a knot.
The dark fog hangs low over the wharf, as my soul is blackened in mistrust.
I look to the oceans to heal my poisoned heart, so once again I must go down to the perilous sea.
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Green Fairy
This Sprite from the far north has intruded into my mind, more so than wine, in my trance myself thought it to be celestially divine.
Nonetheless its magic powers spreads my mind to far off places, things, thoughts and conducts better not spoken of let alone understood.
Dissolving into my chair I can see all that is there, water drifting over time.
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Sinister
She lays upon her bed in a deep sleep, when it creeps from the shadows on all fours, headed to the bed on which she rest, doing its best not to be seen. The walls turn translucent black in which malevolent figures dance, muffled cries are heard but do not disturb the latent figure on the bed. As it crosses the floor and reaches the bed it rises from the darkness of her mind with dread. With hooded head it looks down at his quarry, in her nightmare she runs but does not move from whence she comes. Ever so slowly removing the covers from her sleeping body he exposes her nakedness, the green fairy had long done its job and she awakens not. Hot claws run over her body affecting secret places, submitting to his touch, , she arches up seeking much. Crawling upon her it subdues her arms, intent on harm, spreading her limbs he enters her with hurtful thrust, to satisfy his lust, long hard shaft tearing at her body and soul, as pain and pleasure become one. Her legs pull it closer and deeper into her darkness. Hands around her throat, he pounds her harder and ever harder growling and devouring her soul taking her to places not meant to be seen by mortal men. In semi awakened state she now sees all and horror upon her thrust deeper yet, but she can not resist its control over her as its weight sinks into her being. Like none before she submits to his grasp and moves in unison seeking pain at the price of pleasure that can not be obtained by the sane.
We no longer bleed red in America, we bleed black, brown, or yellow, the Irish have not yet claimed green. We forget that our Armed forces and Veterans bleed Red, White and Blue.
Never take a captive audience for granted especially when it comes to poetry.
True love only comes only when pain is present, they can not be separated.
Our belief in an ever watching divinity keeps us honest otherwise we would all be in jail.
Congress convince me every day that writing fiction is the way to go, everyone pays them no matter how bad it is.
In life, , . we tend to look where we want to be, rather than improving where we are. We always want more, but have not made the best of what we have.