Who among you will traverse the waters' full voice?
When beside swells, droplets dwell, spray on ruin
By fine sound mind, relieved and rejoice
Allot dregs to wayfarers, fanciful, marooned
...
Warm breeze brush 'cross these hills
Ushering peace, echoes long past.
Waves of heat rise from the field
Mockingbird rejoices in blue sky vast.
...
Collisions crack glass thoughts from slumber
Wings carry interruptions through black nocturne
The tease of temptations apparent within
Inaccessible, unattainable, call to the coming dawn.
...
No Fear For Future
Shall swim your veins
Catastrophic
Sky's Red rains
...
Time wandered along the divide in nether light
Lost, amidst the reverent descent by heaven’s soft wall,
An anemic obscurity swallows all symmetry
In a mosaic of nebulous contours
...
Embrace our fears to face forever.
Stone and earth fills failed frames;
Woven together, eye to eye, smile,
Love-locked, entangled: history’s claim.
...
I took my seat at day's edge,
Where night would turn sun off,
Soon stars come out in silent shout,
With moon's amber aloft.
...
Forefront of clouds’ clique
Entertained in exquisite reverie
Float upon this night’s aspiration
That contrary to hope, ever
...
Oblivion skies, atmospheric cries
Cleave clouds levitation,
Be gone my joy,
Chastised light
...
And aye, it were of these waves rolling under the broad bow of the Spinakker
That one could see his long lost gaze to sail, would be drawn to another vessel,
Such a shining mariner's vision: if only she could be his delivery of passage...
But, alas his great main sheet of a nose, would permit no dream alive,
...
Lunar glow falls from darkness, not black, but deepest blue
Clouds congregate in the faint light mirrored from the sun, long set
Walking on a hidden trail to the sky, reason evades pull from earth
...
Untiming, scarce chiming
it's resonant tones
Stalks like a breeze
that chills sullen bones.
...
Feathered night sent steel blue swells
To shimmered sand beneath stars, well
Satellite suspends o'er reign
For nocturne sight on fractured plain
...
(For the few, the proud, the insane)
What the hay? know what I mean? while it’s today,
use the ol’ bean
...
A steamy saga of intrigue and espionage (with a little gardening thrown in for good measure.)
The compost was queried by the morrows tending:
Did fate mete trust to qualify this rending?
...
Beyond this shroud of cloudy sky
Eden, near regained
Unknown hills and valleys lie
Past the vineyards and the plain.
...
One fine day as I surveyed my collection of collectibles,
There was a crack, thump-bang, while swallowing delectables.
No sooner had I turned my head, that
I spied on the periphery of bad vision,
...
Immortal Ocean
Who among you will traverse the waters' full voice?
When beside swells, droplets dwell, spray on ruin
By fine sound mind, relieved and rejoice
Allot dregs to wayfarers, fanciful, marooned
Dream of Fair Isles
Farewells and forbidding from friend and kin
Tears foreshadow the salt in brisk air
Small talk of treasure without measure begin
Simpleton dreams are harmless it seems
As officers gauge work to sought after leisure
Surmising the arising of a mutiny scare
On the Lark, before dark: humble affair
Glide far by the breeze on the field of these seas
For jewels are fair winds to all seekers
Come blue coastal lagoons, men find doubloons
By riches grow none the meeker
The watches' command shows strength by demand
And these stout come about, work for pittance
The waves pitch the Lark, as the push of a hand
Brave and bullied seek shallows admittance
From the mainland to sweet fair islands
For these rugged hearts, seas' imploring
No clue to the rue that might be due
Is the swarthy mind ignoring?
Crews' wanting fabric of desperate lives
Are weathered planks and foothold, sure
The gales of a squall thwart this ship run tall
Sun in warm waters: tropical cure
Mutiny on the Wind
Hear you by pleas on wild frothed seas
None the better if currents be turning
Precipitation in sails, trade winds prevail
Muting proud soul that boasts, still yearning
Premature allure by Palmed waters clear
Deep valleys of dark swells must be scaled
Headwinds bring gales and cloudy days drear'
When fate is a sword a ship sails toward
While tomorrows' soft hope is impaled
A read from the crow, as spyglass says "No"
Immortal Ocean buoys the life of these frail
Sailors' fortune: cross torn seas forever
Bitter thoughts grow from whisper to wail
Perilous day chases the night sky
The wind is caressed in tall sheets
Even' wears on, a damp coat dries
On the backs and form of crude and discreet
As the waves lap the hull, soaking mariner's feet
Passing under the cover of night's veil, starry
And gaunt are the singers of glad song
The shift of their mood is pitiful, sorry
Fighting back cries that the Captain is wrong
Ever-less strong is heavens' host throng
Uncounted, but binds the ship on a course
To follow is hollow in dawn coming bright
Unspoken, harsh token births remorse
Hope Flies On
Their day-star arrives, Immortal Ocean horizon
Surface of gold mirrors a gate to the sun
In despairing gaze, psyches of haze, all eyes on
White bird of deliverance, as shot from a gun
Comfort, small, spying of Albatross flying
Wings perpetually impel to earth's end
Fortune's call fading, promise evading
Unabated course, when gusts are sourced
Camouflaged in white-caps, to blend
Narnelaine
Sail on as bold sailors and gather for dance
While on jeweled sunrise is a specter of chance
Gladness turned madness, and inspiring vain
She's full sail with guns thunder: Narnelaine
Pale is concern of a crew discontented:
Like the hand of a long lost friend
For the terror of dark that preys on the Lark
A stealth black foe rains tales of woe
Leaving many a widow to fend in her dark
Narnelaine courts these paths in her sea
A mistress aborting to fathoms deep home
In her day, some say she had reason to be
Intrepid Invader who stalked all who balked
And Huntress prevailing o'er all she saw roam
Her speed and cunning are due preceded
By a thirst to be slaked and mistakes conceded
As fear runs afore her infamous form
She's a gale and a tale of dragoness storm
Circles helm about with volley stout
Replies Lark's retort of lesser grain
Infection from beating as ocean is eating
Through the hull and soul and blood and vein
From the relentless offense by the Narnelaine
Main sheets are riddled as tall masts splinter
Men shriek a "Heave" and "Ho", strained
Great was their crying, ships hands defying
Orders to return fire, unexplained
Leaving said stations as had been trained
They flee in white terror from Narnelaine
Fragments, shards, of lives fallen hard
Float, scattered among the once living
On the surface of ocean churn dark emotion
As tearful bereaved, reeling, deceived
Hug remains of the Lark, none forgiving
Survivors' strong will is saving them still
As hot son rises, no shade o'erhead
Now comes the task of salvaging flask
Cool liquid treasure for which one would kill
Yet, no leisure to drink sweet waters' fill
Death is Her Trade
Delight is filling ships with lead
She listens on high seas
Merchandiser of misery and dread
She bludgeons all hope
While reaping the dead
Salt is the taste from lost hope's waste
For those marveled at booty's attraction
Promises cheap as unto chambers lost, deep
Bright carnival of fruitless distraction
Narnelaine rakes dreamers insane
She shipwrecks only to abandon
Lark's crew is all lost, paid ultimate cost
Her soul is as dark as Hell's canyon
Accounts by amazed sailors spied raised
Black sheets taking fill on the horizon
On billowing sail full speed will prevail
For she closes her prey and cursed be the day
Immortal Ocean bought forth to lay eyes on
Sad wrecks of souls barren around necks wearing
Time's locket that conceals a dead potion
As sea whole declaring, with a storm front glaring
Pitted fate against hearts and devotion
Risked all in Immortal Ocean
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(Written in Temecula CA Jan 17,2010)
I see one comment eight times, cementing your phrases on this page and my mind. I will spend the rest of my poetic and otherwise, hopeful life, thanking you, Munia.
Only two poems from your brilliant mind are enough to certify you as the 'Poet King'. You must let your creative brain flow in order to let the world treasure your verses..You surely are my favourite poet.
Dearest Marck, thank you so much for all your wonderful compliments on my poetry and I am truly blessed to be able to treasure your brilliant verses that speak of light from darkness, and can make us listen to the echo of silence..such is the power of your magnificent work..Best wishes to you always~~ [3 [3