#port
“Mariners should alter plans to avoid these hazardous conditions. Remain in port, seek safe harbor, alter course, and/or secure the vessel for hazardous conditions.“
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these governmental agencies
a veritable,, gala of cords of words,
have an urgency that is an
unintended poetry capture
the hazards of life
and their associated cruelty
oft brings out
the very finest of the best of us,
lurking in the innerest depths
we studiously avoid
lest we be embarrassed or
tearfully fulfilled
Remain in port!
(venture forth to save a life,
even your own)
Seek safe harbor!
(secure your internal best)
Alter course!
(there isn’t a single path,
that doesn’t consist of
thousands of minute
course corrections)
Secure the vessel!
(the first commandment,
your primary obligatory
to your first, the us, the rest)
for the most hazardous conditions
you’ll face,
are your own self-imposed
roadblocks and diversions,
overcome these is the hardest,
but success is freeing in a way
that makes you love this
ephemeral, always refining
de~fining yet obtainable potion
of
honest/to/goodness
true freedom
addendum
———-
discard, ignore
be wary of
those who fallback
on icebergs of curses
sandbag of ice Shoals
beneath the water surface
and when they,
reduced to bile infected
falling back on vulgarities and curses,
this the mist removal
line should never crook
or cross
Let them sink below the waterline for their talent is compromised, and they fail to understand and comprehend that poetry is intended to inspire
the commonality
that blends this potpourri of
im ourinternational collective who
value the collective spirit that informs our poetry
oh yeah
**** my dck”
fouls this temperate commune
of politesse architecture here,
wounding us all
give us no more these
***
badwordsoffensive**
worse, tools of the
poorly pathetic thumb of the inarticulate,
in one so talented
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC
Everyday, I stand by the port
And wait for the boats to come in
And everyday, when the ship arrives
Not a single person gets off
At least not for me they don't
They run up to their friends
Kiss their lovers hello
Running on the dock with suitcases
They stare at me as they walk past
Only one there with no one to welcome
I feel them staring when I'm not looking
I wish they would stop staring.
Everyday, I stand by the port
Waiting for my sailor to come home
But my sailor never leaves the boat
Please, come home.
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 11:40 AM UTC
Like the licking of an old dog that insists you take her
for a walk
the insistent swell
laps your legs.
Off port, headlamps
slip by in an unending current
supplying the illusion of your
inevitable progress forward,
and little certainty you had ever been moored at all.
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
I love that love of marines
They kiss, and then they go
They won't take their promises
But either will come home
In every port, there's a sad lady
But they kissed, and now they're gone
Some night , as everyother
They'll kiss the waves to forget shore
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC
Invincible for the empire roman;
That fury and vengeance was his language;
How Viriathus as vanquish around 200 years;
And lusitânia wasn't clears;
Port du graal was it's the place;
How was hidden the Holy Graal;
The secrets and wars was case;
And raise the Portugal;
The Kingdom for war and conquer ;
Was spoken by a glory Europe;
The spanish, french,english and Dutch ;
Bowed over the mighty Avis Master;
The glory and death of The Empire ;
Was not clear , the kindgom was gone;
The King D.Manuel II wasn't the bel;
But was bare wire;
Know Lusitania is lost;
So high is the cost?;
We never know the reason;
But Iberians gonna be the new season;
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
#*'Twas a time I deemed thee love;
the echoes lacked contraire
Sea moon shadows dance across
this isle of despair
Entwined flesh eyes doth ne'er perceive,
outside the mortal's scope
No sole charter giveth passage
through salty waves unknown
'Tis what I think to see thee there
on pedestals of gold
Forevermore you place thyself
on stalwart shores alone
Unfurl thy sails for distant lands;
the lighthouse shines once more
Praying to gods that long lost ship
will find its way to port.*#
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
a stately
lacquer danced
there that'd
wax ***
with dire
this backer
but wore
queerish charms
that throes
made alarm
in their
buttons that
drew polish
in wishes
of setting
to ring
in accord
with walnuts
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
My Eyelids can't hide , from the light , it gives,
instincts don't dry in order , to , survive to live,
babies born while being bathe, all , in sin,
relationships torn to pieces , daddy's gone again,
And i wish I had a pass port to drop from the world in
a space suit guarding my life , just trying to hold on.
Every moment in these tragedies we spend wondering
why the good lord won't come down , you just gotta be strong.
the mistakes we make will always be there , don't you know,
the world can't extinguish , we need , these kids , to grow,
Give them a chance , give them a spotlight to thrive ,on and shine,
with love anything is possible , but with , hate to defend your life,
And i wish I had a pass port to drop from the world in
a space suit guarding my life , just trying to hold on.
Every moment in these tragedies we spend wondering
why the good lord won't come down , you just gotta be strong.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
Boats and ships are sailing in and out, seafarers and merchants; bustling about, the busy port, like a work of art, filled with last kisses, before long months apart.
A place of noises, smells, emotion, comotion...
A place of lies, farewells and goodbyes...
The sea is calling so many away, starting adventures one beautiful day, watching the winds and waves at play.
The port is a sad and happy place, for him: an adventure ready to start,
for her: a sad day, before a long time apart.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
The all embracing
warmth of a coastal night
The heavy humidity
when love is no longer right
The water ripples restlessly
The tired slivered moon
has had enough
Goes on down without a goodnight
The hollow deck makes scuffing sounds
You stop but there are no other sounds
A disturbed bird flies on by
Squawk ! letting you know
It disapproves of you being nye
An ancient breeze of feelings
ruffles your hair
string up the cares of
the yesterday's dawns
They were red flag warnings
but you sailed on blissfully
You savor the ropes last release
Taking time to store the lost will
Cast off becomes a minimal thing
as you slip free of your mourning
There is a cast of grey across the sky
Dawn is coming pushing the winds
of freedom across the bay
You drop partial sail and
the ship responds
Making knots out of a knotty situation
You hear the bow slicing water
As you release all the canvass
Slipping past the jetties
on the falling tide
you sigh , a relief , a release
It's just you , the sea , and God
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
What difference does it make
die wth regrets or
pride
instead
I choose
the former
I poisoned the ground
painted the walls offun colors
and broke bottles in streetcars
checking your bank account .
you're so far away
From your own
Too risky you say
I'll smash my own body acadian
pavements
at one hundred percent increase
It doesn't matter
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Always was always
So certain in it's way
Never could you change it's mind
Or how it would have it's say
Her eyes are made up of sunsets
But she holds the Moon at bay
Her eyes are waters
But the sea is receding away
Her eyes are full of Shadows
She questions every thing I say
The Gemini was born
But three days past the Bull
In a land full of richness
Down hill from the sugar mill
Where illusions are surely
Cut , dried and pulled
Her hands are empty
The wind begins to blow
Her hands are fingered
But I see no rings aglow
Her hands are waving
But I am so far and so . . .
Her hands now falter
Over a heart so full of grief to go
Her hands are longing for touching
And some pure belief
Her hands are lingering . . .
Reaching for some peace
The ships come into
The safety of the Harbor
Then dock and rope
There upon the warf
The gang plank unloads it's cargo
Tons of sorrow and remorse
But this widow stands
Not among the chorus
She twists and turns in a black laced
Chiffon party dress
And the bayed back moon
Is peeping through the shifty clouds
Humming a song of freedom
Before the clouds get it moving on along
Oh . . . oh her eyes were sunsets , sunsets !
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
I believe, and always have, that this is the only place on this planet that never stays still,
That spins in all directions, reaching out to every corner of the earth. This is where life means the most, in every aspect of the word
Here people say goodbye whether for the first or last time, and often it’s hard to draw the line between the two. Often it’s hard to tell
What goodbye even means, but I hold on to the belief that it can be defined in any way
And right now it means see you later
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC