They sea me without.


I carry a raven upon my shoulder,
A sundial on my back.
The hat I wear is made of ash;
Sunlight is what I lack.


I drag my feet behind me on sandy beaches.
The ball and chain my ankle bracelet bling.
‘If only…’ is a wish, a fantasy; it’s incomplete.
I never made it big.


There is a line of memories behind me in the sand;
It shows the places I have seen.
It is my reason;
The reason I understand;
The reason I understand why you do not understand me.


It curves around, beyond the boulders
And on through rows of palm trees.
This dream I have, I have always carried;
It has always been with me.


I leave my burdens at the door,
But desire is a flame that still burns eternal.
It lights up my face, when I see her face,
But inside I remain forever nocturnal.


I walk in foreign footsteps,
No guide or friend in tow.
I cross the sea of peace, love and empathy forever,
Alone in my sinking boat.


I carry only what I need to make it to the end of the sea.
The cannon ball attached to my feet,
Is expanding more than I would like it to be.
It grows with each passing full moon,
The only time I can be seen.
I hide behind a smile sometimes,
Before it rows away from me.


I have a conversation, with a man who sells only ale;
His face is full of redness and joy!
My face is always pale.
I take a sip of this rotgut and begin to waste away from the inside.
I sometimes hear a hearty tune and sing!
While all the time,
Inside, I die…


The noise is intoxicating;
The words they speak are so enchanting.
Sooner or later it becomes closing time
And I am left walking away from the dancing.


The maiden’s flutter their eyes,
I haven’t shaved in several weeks.
My life is worn away by the sun, my clothes torn asunder.
They flirt and kiss me on the cheek
But there is no more thunder.
They ask if I would like to join them,
On their midnight adventure.
I have no words, I promise to return,
But they never get a real answer.


They cannot readily see the hole in my soul;
Oh what a charmed life I live.
I try to laugh, so tip my hat…

…a pirate’s life for me.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

he was
a mast
his cries
of antecedence
when it
tore rings
in these
statuary dramas
and weren't
discursive though
his mindset
left his
quarters skeptical
there yet
darkness pervaded
him aghast
crimes again

We are fishermen
Sharing a net
Instead of catching fish
We catch the world

You are the captain of my lifeboat.
You are what keeps me afloat.
Even if im William Bligh, you will raise me high.

Hey everyone, let's chat about happiness
I just finished reading a poem on the front page
of death and sadness
It's totally heartbreaking when someone
feels so low
But a beautiful enchanting thing when someone
feels happy and they glow

Once upon a time, someone once said to me
Make yourself happy
no one is responsible for your happiness
and no one should be responsible
for your sadness
Think of your emotions as a galloping horse
and you hold the reins

You know they say, money can't buy happiness
Yet, no matter what they say
money does play a part in happiness
though certainly money doesn't buy love
but as one famous cowboy strums guitar strings
and in his best country voice sings
"Money can buy me a boat
and a truck to pull it"

So your feelings are up to you, take control
and make yourself happy

On boat somewhere
Is where I'd like to be
Lost at sea
waves crashing
Warm nights
hold you tight
Drifting floating
on a boat
Sunsets like fire
the pure desire
to be lost at sea
catching fish
making dinner
on a boat
enjoying the drifting
it's such a beautiful feeling
freedom & a boat
so grab your gear
let's get outta here
Let's go fishing
take the boat
she will get us
lost at sea

©Jennifer L Delong 3/2018