#mariner
FIT THE FIRST – The Tale Untold
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May'st hear the merry din.'
He holds him with his skinny hand,
'There was a ship,' quoth he.
'The crewmen hunted down a snark,
And sailed across the sea.'
The wedding-guest here squeezed his breast
And broke the seaman's hold.
'I've gotta go,' he said to him
Whose tale was left untold.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 1:05 AM UTC
Be humble in your triumph,
Be audacious in your defeat.
And if we don't learn lessons from our loss,
We'll find hanging by our neck an albatross.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
And so the sea, she claimed three.
Taking the Mariner, Maiden, & unborn babe.
Together they shall live
in the cold currents.
Ne'er being separate
E'ermore.
For when the sea calls,
the heart must listen.
Giving itself wholly
to the cold and unforgiving tide.
And the sea she sang
a hymnal for thee
a hymnal for three.
Together in the harmony
of the cold
and unforgiving tide.
And the sea she sang
a hymnal for thee
a hymnal for three.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
In the sudden moments
her heart sank
one-thousand leagues
into the sea of tears.
The yearning aching heart
beat violently in her chest.
Hands trembling
she reached
outward
for the oil lamp dimly lit.
The slow clapping of bare feet
against those aged cherry floors.
Her delicate hand
pushed open the finished oak door
that led to their sanctuary.
The door,
with all the worlds hope
&
despair behind it
opened.
She gathered her
ivory white slip
and made her way to the shore
The cold rush of the November tide
met her at waist height.
The weight of her despondent heart
would be enough to hold her down.
Waist
Shoulders
The top of her auburn hair.
Her footsteps
now but distant memories
of the sand.
Her body now one with the sea.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 11:16 PM UTC
The fire in the belly of the mantle
lowly roars.
With it, the harmony of the beacon.
Though, as with all great scores, there must be an end.
When the last line of the melody is played
and the final note clings to the air
then decays.
As did the beacon so.
Drawing its last breath
and light slipping unto the dark.
With hurried steps
the Maiden makes her climb
Through the cherry staircase
onward and upward
the tower.
Falling, with all of the world's weight,
she weeps.
Her tears darkening the floorboards
like black ink on a yellow stained page
She could feel the call.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
My dearest Olivia,
I write this letter with a heavy heart and yet, an even heavier hand. This vessel takes on water as I blot these old pages with ink. I hold your memory close as flame to a well-oiled wick. Cherishing our fondest moments spent together, and letting them keep me warm in this frigid cold.
The way your ivory slip would rest on your shoulders so delicately as we strolled through the fields of home. How the wind would gently pass through your deep flowing auburn hair, and how sweetly I would tuck the free-flowing strands behind your ears.
I desperately yearn to be back home by your side in the comfort of our chamber, with my hand interlaced with your hair, as the glorious yellow rays seep through our window and slowly fill the room with luminous light.
We shall be together soon, I fear not. And I shall wait to see your hurried steps on heavens golden shores. Weep not for me or for this loss. The sea is beckoning me home.
I hope this letter finds you. I love you,
-W.A.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC
The calm blue
now gave way to fervent gray skies.
Furies of cloud burst
rattled like musket fire against the sails!
Thunder bellowed & wind tore
sails as if the were made of paper so fine.
Lightning sparked across the sky
revealing the twisted face of the sea.
For this storm knows now what it takes
and shall hold no fear
With heavy heart this burden
I bear.
The sound of masts snapping like bone
under pressure too great
splintering into jagged memories
with violent intent.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
The wind gently pushed through sails,
carrying the vessel further from shore.
Seas still with timid temper
this was the calm before the storm.
Oh the fabled calm
how many a weary sailor
sang its song.
The beauty before the gale and the fall.
Boards speak softly
as the ship sweetly
stirs.
Blue crests swell
raising & lowering
the vessel as if to rock her
to sleep.
Oh the fabled calm
how many a weary sailor
sang its song.
The beauty before the gale and the fall.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
The whirring of the beacon
drummed low and steady
The light burning its way
through the night
That light,
oh how brightly it shone
For it stayed lit
to guide the mariner
home.
At night
&
during day
The maiden, oh how sweetly she'd
pray.
That beacon, fueled by love
contested the sun
and its brilliant shine.
For it stayed lit
to guide the mariner
home.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
The low wind howled
against the creaking
&
moaning of ships.
Dark clouds blotted out
all hopeful rays of the sun.
Small drops of water blotted
chestnut colored planks
Fraying aged ropes wet with sea mist
tug and pull taught
as vessels heave up and down.
Sails shake tirelessly
in the careless throws
of the wind.
Her words, like sweet drops of wine,
fall softly from her saddened lips.
"Must you go?
Must you brave the angered seas?
Must you set out once more,
this final time?"
Though sweet was her voice,
her words filled with grief
held a gravity to them.
He did not wish to leave.
Seeing her tear stricken face
He softly ran his fingers
through her heavy auburn hair.
A final embrace
and a solemn goodbye
The Mariner kissed his wife.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC
The sweet solemn melody
swam through the dim-lit room.
His eyes pressed shut
swaying to and fro
in the rhythm of her hearts song.
The fire in the belly of the mantle
cracked and popped
its own lovestruck melody
warmly roaring.
The Maidens song spills
from finger & bow
dancing on air & swimming
in ears.
She watches as the final note
is pulled through the string
singing with its last dying breath
The Maidens song spills
from finger & bow
dancing on air & swimming
in ears.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
Black sands awashed
by crystal waters
&
slate gray cliffs
adorn the countryside
Perched atop the highest bluff
our home ignites the way
for the lost
&
the weary.
I, The Mariner, know all too well
the change brought forth
by the ebb & flow
of the tide.
I've braved the seas
&
watched men die.
I've seen the beauty
of
starlight skies.
Beholden to none
other than my vessel and bride
I yearn to sail one last time
beneath the starlight skies.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
Who has missed the boat?
The ancient mariner's futile gloat,
He lost the albatross,
In his own wilderness,
Nostalgia has its limits,
For one old hypocrite,
His gathering gloom,
Sleeping alone in his room,
He needs a change of outlook,
Maybe a new nonsense book,
He makes his sharing an artform,
Spam his mindset does deform,
His bluster and BS does float,
Yes, the ancient mariner's missed the boat!
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
Like an old clipper, sailing on the water
My soul searches all the seas of life
Trying to find that elusive treasure
Not made of gold or silver.
Guided by shining lights placed in towers
Guided by twinkling stars blazing in the sky
I find my wondering ways through the world
Living all the great stories yet untold.
Within the bounds of all four corners
Of this sphere we all claim as home
I search for that elusive treasure
Not made of jewels or gems.
And when I've passed on and sunk
No longer kissing the water's surface
I will be remembered always, forever
Like a ship in a bottle.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
"There was a ship"
started I, as a stranger passed by
"There was a ship"
started I, yet to another guy
"There was a ship"
started I, cuz I had to repent till I die...
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
"There was a ship"
started !, as a stranger passed by
"There was a ship"
started I, yet to another guy
"There was a ship|"
started I, cuz I had to repent till I die...
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
Seraphic in form
He promised to end the storm
Setting me in a trance
He pulled out a lance
To rescue he had to carve my naked armor
So I stood vulnerable on the rejuvenating harbor
I held the scrunched hand of my Mariner
As we sailed together over the rough waters
But soon I realized that his service was a sham
His shadows had deceived me to believe he was my guiding lamp
Contrary to the promises he slashed my trust
With knives, blades made of inhuman lust
That wretched soul turned me into a wreck
A forgotten flotsam, as I continued on the arduous trek
Merciless the journey grew, I was reaching my nadir
But hungry still was the counterfeiter’s stare
An alarm signaled him that his prey was out of blood
He waited to remove me like a **** with his stump spud
Thunderous, monstrous the gory battle raged
He bathed under the scarlet running of my veins, deranged
He devoured me till the very end
Corpse I was but undead
His wrath had turned me incredibly fragile and frail
So before he could end this life,
I jumped in the treacherous cascade following a much peaceful trail
~Manu M.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
From the ship he shot the great albatross,
His purpose for this we will never know.
But his mistake his shipmate’s life lost,
Yet he was cursed to journey to and fro.
Telling of the strange tragedy at sea,
Miles from his home in land of crystal ice.
A sin committed his life never free,
He transformed to become wise and nice.
This epic they say if full of symbol,
Like when Adam ate from the sinner’s tree.
When we think of our sins we should tremble,
Yet we can be spared by the savior’s creed.
The old mariner journeyed on a great quest,
And touched the heart of a wedding guest.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
I've fallen away from the beautiful,
And lost the light of day;
The night now claims my wither'd soul,
My heart will silence pay.
Part the seas which sway'd me so,
Sailed the golden course, I did not;
Swallowed whole into the depths below,
For greed then had me caught.
Where may lie my body still,
If nowhere I am found?
In deep waters She'll take the ****
No grave within the ground!
Alas, my time is all but spent,
Life so swiftly came and went.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
I've drowned before, in a literal sense of the word.
I, fancying myself adept, bored of shallow waters
dived in to the depths.
However, proving my pride quite wrong, the water
submersed me with its innate and temperate nature
to a world void of breath or zephyr.
I flailed my arms, and kicked my feet; but to the
sapphire liquid my efforts came quiet inept.
Understanding my current disposition, I left myself be
enveloped.
My lungs wailed and burned, the irony hardly lost,
and as I sank towards the muted pit of abysmal blue
I construed of Love's similar tactics.
Because now that I am drowning in the loveliness of
your undiluted singularity;
the resonance of sound, when around you, is dulled by
the euphony of your voice,
my lungs have a lack of oxygen and the tilt of the colors
of the spectrum are vibrant and mesmerizing.
I've drowned before, in a metacognitive sense of the word.
I, more experienced, don't fancy myself a great swimmer,
because in the torrents of your sea, I am but a mariner
lost in the sublime beauty of exquisite waters.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Black the night, black the road.
Gray the sea and gray the shoal.
Downward drifts a pale white glow
From silver moon above the wave.
And on a hill beyond the shoal
Sits a shack of wood and stone.
There lives a mariner aged, now old.
The sea his solace gave.
Trees miles tall, trees like bone,
Trees that bind the ancient shoal.
Where souls now drift as in ocean cold,
Men lost beneath the waves.
Then all depart to heaven’s heart,
The Lord their soul to save.
To waste at sea ‘til Death imparts
This is a mariner’s fate.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC