#dock
He carried the weight
Wooden crate filled with
Hope and Joy
Goods and Supplies
Down the gangplank
into the milling crowed
Wooden dock all a flow
People moving to and fro
Seeking and sought
between...
Massive wooden ships all agleam
with rigging and sail
Two bells — Mr. Christian
Two bells
As the sound from that burnished bell
Rang out across the scene
Men all drudgery, groaned.
Four more hours between
End of day revelry
Sign here....cargo delivered
Payment....rendered
Back to the hold
More cargo to unfold
Sound the bell
Four if you please — Mr. Christian
Joy lept up — work day done
The men stopped, and stood
looking at the setting sun
Hue and Cry went out
Job's all done
Everyone is paid
Cargo all delivered
Now for some fun
Scampering through the
Setting Sun.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
It isn’t there to be cute.
It isn’t there to float for fun.
It just marks the plac
where too much water has to go.
They tied it to the pipe
so no one would forget
where the lake keeps emptying itself.
In the mornings it barely moves.
At night it knocks gently against the plastic,
a small sound you only hear
if you’re already listening.
It watches the water leave
over and over
and never asks where it’s going.
Never asks why some things can’t stay.
Sometimes the lake is calm
and sometimes it isn’t,
but the duck stays
right where it’s told.
Bright yellow.
Impossible to miss.
Still somehow overlooked
unless you know to look for it.
I think about how many things
are only there
to signal damage,
how many small, soft shapes
exist just to say
this is where it spills.
I think about how no one thanks them.
How they’re not meant to be held.
How they aren’t sad—
just necessary.
And I wonder
if that’s what I am too.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC
First is a tree who's name wasn't taught
Next, then of course, a tree now forgot
And then many maples
A spruce and a birch,
Then the last leafless branch
on which these words perch:
Now Into blue sky
Through swirled clouds I search
On this dock as a bible
In this lake like a church;
My soul does the backstroke
Toward the blue dream, I lurch.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
At the dock of my dreams
I sit, WATCHING
morning sun rise.
Watching AS TIDE TAKES mind
away inside quiet time.
I watch as time floats away
No time wasted
no time taken for granted
I sit at dock
WATCHING tide divinely dance.
Watching as breath match waves
and change WAITS clvidid first
in mind then in heart.
I watch as bones rest.
I mediate roaming in a grateful mind
no time waisted
no visions taken for granted.
I sit at dock
no place I’d rather be
after roaming many a mile
I let self simmer into moment
I ready self for change to plant roots
so dreams flower
No time waisted
No reason not to smile.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
Waiting quietly in line at the age of nine
Wet hair clinging to nervous skin
Remembering previous summers
Past attempts I failed to swim
To pass you must bring yourself
To the water trampoline and back to the dock
Then tread water for thirty seconds
By then arms feel like rocks
My friends wished me luck
Before into the water I leapt
Pushed my muscles through the cold
As I surfaced from the murky depths
I reached the looming yellow island
Turned around, feet on the ladder, and kicked
I used that small bit of extra momentum
To keep paddling though lungs constrict
When I find myself back at the wooden dock
Then final countdown starts
Each cell in my body is aching
This is the last and hardest part
Fighting with the freezing lake
The test is nearly done
Just as I am about to give up
5..4..3..2..1!
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
I stand on an abandoned dock
There's nothing in the desolate water
Just me facing the wind, no one to talk
Blowing onto my face, salty tidewater
Eyes closed with clouds overhead
The wind blows, bringing in different things
grief, pain, loss, lies, all unsaid
But the wind runs its own course, caring for nothing
Yielding for none
So I stand there, fists clenched
Faced stoically towards the wind, I could run
I remember the people behind me, each entrenched
Those who rely on me to block the salty sea
Sometime they don't feel the breeze
At times they forget the wind even blows, if only they could see
I never could through, as my very soul it tries to seize
This is my duty, like a giant totem pole
Watching over my people, they are my pearl
Keeping my hands clenched, I think of my role
They are ignorant to the real world
But that keeps me locked to the world
Against each gust of wind
Then I remember the one before me and all his worth
The one I looked up to, the one I wish I could send
Always there looking off at the horizon
Waiting for something
But always blocking the wind and what lies within
At the time I knew nothing of these things
Then like the wind, he moved on
Leaving that patch of worn wood where he stood abandoned
But just because he left didn't mean the wind moved on
The wind destroyed the home my family had made so grand
I was left with a choice:
Let the winds destroy my home
Or listen to my inner voice
So I marched down to that dock all alone
The winds in my face
Threatening to knock me over every step I take
Hands against the wind I pressed against its chill embrace
Until I found the end of my fate
I placed my feet in the ground
Locked into place
So now I stand here not making a sound
But now there's something in the water
Ships coming into harbor
As they lower their anchor
They come out single file
The first walks out
"We've all braved the storm too"
Then she grabs hold of my hand
As if following her orders, the others do the same
One by one
Ship by ship
The line following the shore from my crowded dock begins to unify
And with each one of their cries
The wind slowly begins to die
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
a poster
here showed
her captive
still knows
her radiant
looks replace
her opportunity
where looks
were here
only to
browse and
dispel our
fear of
brazen and
trim her
eyes there
with antiquity
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
It was a cold dark night.
The moon hung bright
In the starry eternal sky.
It was a night I
Would usually be afraid of,
But as we shivered on the dock,
Surrounded by the shimmering water,
I was at ease.
In your arms I felt peace.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
Non-parity used to bring electric shocks to this house husband, who wrote the following during an earlier chapter of mine existence.
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natural temptation found command
from divine dada disobeyed
earthbound Olympian of love
now dwells amidst mossy glade
in which human guise,
she doles out secrets of amorous trade
into dreamland such desire does in vade.
victuals to satiate pleasures of flesh
especially erogenous zones
administered by imaginary mistress
sin seductive tones
thru this private line, but no other phones
triggering mine little rolling stones
inducing groin seams of pants extreme groans
toward pocket sixty nine without any bones.
a copious amount of adoration
suffuses entire body of this man
her, whose gentle and kind embrace
promises to be eternal plan
whose healthy libido will probably
outlive life span.
royal carpet treatment
awaits me each and every day
as differences between myself
and august dweller on high
establish a bounty and glory of compassion
to roll in the hay
atop bodacious, delicious,
felicitous fantasy asks me to lie
imbibing succulent atmosphere
akin to an eternal month o may
taking spirit soaring
thousands of miles of feet in the sky.
upon hearing sweet nothings
nobody else can hear
a sheer grin of joy
lights up countenance ear to ear
despite impish quarks
of this divine being so dear
as journey to inxs of nirvana
induced from being buck naked bare.
while ******* hallucination
at my male member does yank
reality quite the opposite with a wife acidly rank
she frequently pulls my hair as a childish prank
knowing full well that action
turns mood sour as a crank
I would escape, but no money in piggy bank.
other times, her karma roars
into a tempest with a rage
lashing out like a half-crazed
maniac loosed upon global stage
on account of silent battles we regularly wage.
i admit my own fair share of peculiar traits
which only to private confidences t'will now relate
keep on the q-t lest spouse doth berate.
chief among these oddities comprise
lower gastrointestinal
perturbations issuing from the ***
which prompt innumerable outbursts of gas
which range from quiet puff to noisy, windy pass.
after usage of toilet with a bowel movement
large enough to sink a sub
wash ****** residue from my behind
with a hose attached to the tub.
this couple resembles Frankenstein & his bride –
argh what a pair
she taunts when i shower,
clean the rest of my body including hair
dry follicles shaking head
back & forth side to side through the air.
there you now know foibles
and unusual personal ways
uttering that such antics how she plays
like netted in a one man fraternity
undergoing constant haze
pelting this poor soul scraps of food, she flays
until these covered
with thick pasty gloppy glaze,
now laugh till you fall over
and remain in stitches for days.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
My head is a bay. The memory of you like the waves that swarm when the wind switches and the whistle of the ship is sounded. The longitude lines fall on a map, the navigation is helpless when I'm bowed in the presence of your eyes. That eyes which was made from the rainy season.
Your ships contain anxiety, vulnerable content, whereas love is a minor deviation from a cruise line. I am the dock for you. Anchored and wake the seagulls. For a long time no one leaned, or just reminded that the sea is not always blue.
Anchored and wake me up. Because your whisper is more patient than the air that hit the masts. Your presence is the reason why light is never lost at the top of the lighthouse.
Anchored and wake me up. Because the best morning is when my longing is covered with your eyelashes, my sleep is overgrown with black dots that hold your lip line, my vanish is ****** in a trough hidden behind your soul.
Wake me, with the most desolate shaking you have.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
A river among a stream
forecast only myriad of dream
when early dew easily derived as mad
while peace here is now our dream
with thinking that imbed these orchid pastels
once weight did keep it from debt only seemingly then
but the river quay abscond many hats to wear again
while canoe does display this garden wall
with a dream of a lifetime so it's shone
when into darkness finding a rainbow
and each river there a quay did find a reeve
for contaminates as water must goldenly flow
as their sustenance can keep evermore alive.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
Safe in my harbor,
docked with you...
assured my heart,
was safe with you.
My turn came to take the crew,
time to part from the dock and you...
looked at you sideways,
but was forced to steer away.
Thought you would lift your hands,
and stop me from sailing by...
thought you would rush to me,
riding past the rough waves...
Felt your pain as you tried to break away,
your agonised look when the ropes didn't give away...
you grimaced and I felt the tremor in you,
as I took every step away from you.
Not so sure when we would meet again,
We would if the storms are kind...
I will brave the winds and the storms,
to rush to your side as soon as i can...
Wishing for another crew,
sail you en route...
What more can I do,
except wishing you would join.
The wait is inevitable,
The wait is frustrating...
The wait is intolerable,
The wait chokes me...
Wish we're merged on our sides,
that way we can move side by side...
Be it morning, be it night,
life would be fun with you be my side...
sunbathing on a sunny day,
fighting the waves on a stormy day,
not caring if the sun dries us,
or when the rain soaks us,
or when the wind tosses us...
Together we will stand proud,
like a flag at full mast...
fluttering with joy,
Gulls bellowing by....
Wish we're merged on our sides,
that way we can move side by side...
Be it morning, be it night,
life would be fun with you be my side.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
I was terrified of water more than I feared death,
From the youngest age,
Looking back I guess this makes since,
I was the first to climb a tall ladder,
I was the first to climb over fences,
Talk to strangers,
I had no fear of death,
It had no bound on me,
Still I was afraid of water,
One day I woke up in my little green bed,
And decided I wanted to swim,
Before my fear would make me watch as the other children did,
So what's a toddler that can barely walk to do?
Give up? no no!
I had my mind set on it,
So I stumbled right down to the end of the dock,
One little leg lifted,
Followed by another,
I was in the water,
I almost drown that day,
But death did not prevail then,
I was not allowed on the deep end for years and years after other kids,
I grew up watching,
Dreaming,
Hoping,
That one day I would swim,
My father was too busy to teach me,
My mother was too sick to swim herself,
Relatives were far away,
So I grew up in kiddie pools,
It was boring,
So very boring,
Still years later,
Even the sight of a kiddie pool bores me,
I did not give up,
Although it was drilled into my head that the deep end is dangerous,
And so is swimming alone,
And so is not wearing a life vest,
And so is walking alone by water,
And that drowning was bad,
Very very bad,
It was drilled into my head that it should be my biggest fear,
And so it did,
But still,
Me being me I did not give up,
I would grab onto the edge of the sides of my little kiddie pool,
And paddle paddle my little feet,
I could stay afloat for a few seconds,
It took me years,
Years,
To learn how to swim,
No one taught me how,
I just tried and tried,
It still took me years to not be afraid of drowning,
That still haunts me,
But I'm still not afraid of tall ladders,
Or climbing over fences,
Or talking to strangers,
I love to swim,
I loved to swim even before I could swim,
I realized something recently,
The criticism from my family,
The jabs from my friends,
All about how I couldn't swim,
Made me want to swim even more,
And I did!
They never admitted that they were wrong,
My grandma thought I was slow I'm sure,
Now I've proved her wrong and all the others,
Yet still,
They expect me to fail,
I'll just keep remembering,
How they meant to tear me down,
But instead build me up,
That is the story of how I learned to swim.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
That night went by so fast, almost as if it never happened.
Yet it went so slow that every single word and thought and emotion was processed like the meat you buy from the supermarket.
Yet some things are still so unclear.
The adventuring must have meant nothing to you.
The hours we spent laying on the hammock were so bittersweet.
Sweet when you held me in your warm embrace,
and bitter when you got up and walked away.
I still hear the sound of your voice and think of earthquakes.
I remember the low rumble coming from my heart;
or was it my lungs?
Either way, there was a very unnatural disaster occurring somewhere within my chest that day and I can’t help but think of the bike rides in the woods.
The winding roads, the rocks and branches, the trips and falls, the scratches and cuts, and how you kissed every single one.
Your lips were like a dream and I remember how your eyes looked when you told me about your father.
I didn't think someone so magnificent was capable of feeling that much pain and loneliness and maybe now I understand why you couldn't stay.
But that doesn't explain why you left me there almost as if to say,
"I changed my mind. Loving you is impossible. It’s too much work, it’s too much pain."
But if that's true, then why is it my heart being shattered between your teeth?
All I wanted was a little more time.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
I carry my doubt, worry, fears out to your truck but leave them in the passengers seat.
For this moment, I am alive.
I gaze out towards the orange and brown trees, tinted with a red as deep as the love I feel for you. Walk towards the wind, my hair rustles with the leaves and you laugh as my cheeks turn pink from the cold. Sit out on a dock and overlookinh a lake straight from a painting, I am alive. I can see the green horizon and the reflections of branches in the water, over hills and under grass, if you look just a little farther, you'll find you and me, because we're so alone in this moment and I can finally breathe because I feel so free. I lean into the wind, fall back against the dock and sigh, a smile on my face, the lake looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue plane. I am alive. I am breathing, and for once I don't hate the fact that I am. This sno-berry tea carries the taste of longing that, if elsewhere, I can only get from your lips, and I love it. I am an addict itching for a fix of release from reality and instead of my normal methods, I found it in you.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
I sit on the old wooden panels
Making up the bayside dock
Not a sound to be heard
A single lantern providing
A small amount of light
In a sea of darkness
I stare into the water
Seeing nothing but black
It's as if
If I were to jump
I'd fall endlessly into an abyss
In the distance are the siloets of trees
Bordering the river
The horizon just barely looking over
Trying to get a peak
I touch the water
A ripple races through
Like broken glass
It's on the old wood panels
Of the bayside dock
I find happiness
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
From the dock,
I saw the wheel turn.
I wonder,
when is it my turn?
My turn at turning.
Being stationary
isn't satisfactory
I want to go,
even if the turning is slow.
Makes no difference to me.
What I love to be
is to turn above the sea.
Soaring high and free.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC