"abaft" poems
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.
I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.
The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."
True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.
Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.
As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."
She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
The innocent chilled beautiful sunshine
Lay lonely abaft the ravenous-globe cavature
Chained in manacles of Dusk
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Its sad to see
People of my generation
Looking for material things
Leaving love abaft
And not looking back.
Eyes dead forward
Never in the past
Not looking for their mistakes
While they dead in they face
Minds are to abstracted
Steady distracted
Envying material things.
The pain that it brings
When these things
Are lost in a fire.
It burns my heart to know
They think they bought
Their soul, but never
learned
True
Happiness.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
Behind a person's success is a sacrifice;
Would you love to know the tale behind?
Actors and actresses preparing their act,
But behind the curtains there's a hidden fact.
Heels and shoes are filled with shards of glass;
Behind dress and tuxedo's there's a hidden blast
— Withal on the lights, they genuinely smile.
Let's move on and see the richest person alive:
They lurk abaft the gallanting suits and tie;
No day their feet cannot step on bars of silvers and gold,
Constantly crediting the humanity's sliver of hope
— Supported by government for the economy's growth.
Do you know someone born to be Einstein's child?
—A person whose thought process is unbelievably wide,
“What are emotions?” They frequently asked;
“Are those things related to a logical fact?”
Feelings are hindrance towards a brighter side.
We all know the people whom we proclaimed as leaders—
Behind the tall, wide walls they silently titters:
“Citizens are corrupted with money and blind rights;
This nation will never survive in a war nor in childish fights.”
Some politicians bought their roles, drinking leisure on their seats.
And there's someone like me— a bit higher, on the top—
Words are magical, making an astonishing plot;
Thy pen bleeds thread, weaving a wondrous craft—
Who knows they withhold theirs and other people's life art,
They'll keep going as long as the threadmill continues to spin.
Their tales are narrated a bit later, a bit little;
But that was a telltale with lots of missing details,
Are you willing to share the secrets found in the middle?
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
Its sad to see
People of my generation
Looking for material things
Leaving love abaft
And not looking back.
Eyes dead forward
Never in the past
Not looking for their mistakes
While they dead in they face
Minds are to abstracted
Steady distracted
Envying material things.
The pain that it brings
When these things
Are lost in a fire.
It burns my heart to know
They think they bought
Their soul, but never
learned
True
happiness.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
Jumping, bouncing and swinging from tree to tree
In a sparse forest just outside a village on the outskirts of Antananarivo
They adapt to the changes flung at them and strive to survive
On the ground a troop leaps sideways side by side in a straight line
What a comical spectacle
However solemn their purpose, they must find a home
The little one abaft of the line
Takes one last glimpse at the home he leaves behind
Oh it’s up in flames now and bulldozers knock down his trees
Beyond, just yonder
Over a hill further down south, the prospect is in sight
A new forest with new opportunities
It’s denser; it hasn't caught the eye of encroaching villagers
They forge on towards it in that spectacular procession
High up in the trees they mark their territory
Males call out to females and they howl in response
The young ones frolic in the underbrush
They mate, they eat, they thrive
Another forced migration
There they go again in that sideways march
More deforestation for infrastructure
There must be leeway for civilization one way or the other
One must wonder now
What future lies in store for these that have no place in government?
Their trails fade away from the Malagasy ecosystem
Their lives hang in a balance at the brink of extinction
Will our grandchildren ever get to appreciate
The extraordinary feats of agility they display
The gymnastics they perform from day to day
On the trees and on the ground in the jungle everyday
Ostentations of dramatic optical presentations
In their furry coats of monochromatic patterns
Perhaps they will disappear and my son’s sons may only get to
Read about them in the has been list of the annals of history
At this rate since erecting urban jungles
Of tar roads and skyscrapers is the order of the day
They might even be able to catch an obscure image of the lemur
In the form of a costumed trapezist mimicking one
Or a twisting contortionist in The Cirque Du Soleil
Nellie Nkosi
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
I wish to comb the now distant Eden
Adopting Penelope's marble poise
To find her marvelling Polaris' freedom
Not questioning her heart, unlike my words.
Vaulted abaft* her marmoreal* shoulders
Chiliad* tales won, your silhouette
Decorticating* off African suns.
Oil lamp explorer, icy caves your lamp
Cannot warm; There are paths to cross with will,
Verdant* bridges constellated* with time.
Yet you, Inexhaustible human heart,
Beat with love. You gravedigger of the sky,
Estranged Love, brave forevermore the Afar,
Beyond the doubts of your enduring Heart.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
Standing In The Abaft In Front Of The Commodore's Cabin,
I Look Back Towards The Towed Wooden Raft Floating,
And I Am Smiling To Myself After Remembering,
How The Angel Was found, Liberated & Lost.
Yes, Sadly, She Went Away, Never To Return,
Probably Her World Was Way Too Cherishable,
And Comparing To Her World I Was So Perishable,
Now I Have Learnt That Angels Are So Very Unnatural.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
And the forest was silent again…
Splintering shadows creep slowly
across the overgrown footpath
frantic fingers slivering in sinister shapes
Slumbering moon beams cloaked,
abaft of a stately oaken veil,
a canopied thorn and branch woven tapestry
Wallowed whispers cling to cavernous winds
pushing chinaberry stalkers deep
under the cover of moss coated roots
When suddenly…
Underbrush fantasies flourish
behind vine wreathed curtains,
on fallen leaf stages of assorted colors
Foot light fireflies trim the edges
in panoramic illuminations,
flickering to tickle every fancy
Fairies perform pirouettes on tippy toes
Glistening wings flutter, shimmering to the
melodic sounds of hedgehog harmonies
As bullfrog baritones and spider web sopranos,
sing the sweetest songs in the key of autumn
bringing smiles to all of the creatures in attendance
When suddenly…
Far away on the eastern horizon
the faintest specklings of amber appear
slipping through the densest drapes
A great horned owl yawns and blinks,
gazing eyes follow the turning head
as he surveys another day in his life
Sounds of scurrying, bristled brush
echo through now glowing limbs
signaling the end of the evening
And the forest is silent again…
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
I was sat in a Tavern in Pompey Town,
Sipping a tipple of ***
When I watched a Jack make an axe attack,
Chop off his finger and thumb!
I couldn’t believe the blood that flowed
From the cut of that rusty blade,
But the barmaid Flo, said ‘You’ve done it, Joe,
Now look at the mess you’ve made!’
She cleaned it up with a swill of ale,
Walked off with the finger and thumb,
‘I’ll nail these up on the balustrade
With the rest that have been as dumb.’
But Joe sang out when he’d had a drink
‘It’s better than being a tar!
I spent three years, under the lash
On His Majesty’s Man o’ War.’
‘They ‘pressed me when I was still a kid
And treated me like a dog,
I suffered scurvy and couldn’t work,
The answer to that, was flog.’
‘They flogged me around the Southern Cape,
They flogged me a-ship and ashore,
Whenever I thought that I might escape
They dragged me onboard for more.’
‘And Cap’n Foggett’s abroad tonight
With his cut-throat parcel of rogues,
Impressing the able-bodied men,
They’re lining them up in droves.’
‘For Nelson’s lying abaft the lee
With barely a half a crew,
He needs more men for the ‘Victory’,
And that means me and you!’
‘In every tavern they’re moving in,
In every alley and quay,
At first they offer the King’s shilling,
To war with the enemy.’
‘But the Frenchies rake with the carronade
That will rip the flesh from your bones,
And the decks run red from the men who bled
Impressed from their wives and homes.’
‘They say he sails on the tide tonight
So they’re doing a quick Hot Press,
Even a gen’lman walking late
Won’t meet with their gentleness.’
‘A cudgel whack on a squire’s head
Then dragged to the bilges, free,
They’ll never know ‘til they all wake up
That they’re headed on out to sea.’
‘That Nelson’s got but a single arm,
He’s got but a single eye,
If that’s not enough to be alarmed
By God, then I wonder why!’
The Press Gang came to the Tavern door
But couldn’t come on inside,
They tried to sell me a Man o’ War
But Joe had made me decide.
I took a gulp of Jamaica ***
And I steeled myself to the task,
‘The Press are waiting outside,’ I cried,
‘Just hand me that rusty axe!’
David Lewis Paget
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
I had a dream last night
it was as vivid as you.
I was as I am
and my senses as they are.
I remember the dream
from top to toe
With every sensation
in limpid detail.
In the planet outside,
I rested my sole
on the ice-tiped blades.
I felt splendor through my spine as Its bones bent and curled alone.
Abaft the noting of
a harshly kind earth,
I danced
to the sharp song of its night.
Spreading my arms
and lifting my chin,
I closed my eyes
to soak it all in.
The chills surrounding me,
raw and rimy, were
lustrous and simply plain. Through the journey of
sensual assault,
I heard shivering leaves
in the stinging gloom,
And creaking trees
with their torrid barks.
I saw the moon's humble grin,
as she invited me into obscurity.
She'd intrigued another empty soul.
At the sight of her gentle beam, I knew the moon would allow my admiration;
I knew she would embrace
the orchid in my eye.
And so the moon did.
I felt her breeze as it kissed my skin.
I felt the beat of my speeding heart, I was humbled by
thrill revealing itself in goose bumps.
Amidst the winter scent,
Were flowers waiting to blossom,
as if the ungrown buds
were longing for spring.
The glow of the stars,
hidden behind barren night sky,
was mesmerizing;
like consented hypnosis
by natural illusion.
I was drawn in to the eventide, I was lured into the outside.
Silvery captivation by the whispers of shadowy darkness.
A place I had never seen,
a world I had never known,
A place kept secret by the moon's sweetly glittered glow.
It felt like the road, like a journey of revelation,
And it reminded me of the consciousness you so chivalrously showed.
It restored your innocent touch, it made me feel alive.
The taste of mid-eve,
so severe and true.
I had a dream last night,
and it was about you.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
“With what stillness at last you appear in the valley,
Join your divine sounds filling the empty vessels of night,
As pillages silently alight upon the shrine you behold,
First sunlight reaches down to touch the tips of pedals,
Her eminent auspicious arm band lusters dulcet canticles,
Sublime reaches things with aptitude able to shrill aft,
Dwells of brilliant wires laurels hymns devout in tune,
May we soon again renew that song singing endlessly?
Abaft her green eyes omens mayhap as emissary divine,
The bewildered by visions apparitions beside a hidden perch,
It seems that the resonance of a dove calls from far away,
Placid content sung before the colored cathedra naiad,
Fronds not ado had not noticed the presence of a naiad,
I know not where this solemn revelry odyssey would end,
My conscious mind we have much to discuss young naiad,
I abiding with heath musing carried by the scent afore me,
Inexorable time that passes quickly as time has stride away,
Sing endless morn of light with the naiad piqued at my soul,
Steadfast heart draws me out of labyrinth and takes Naiad hand”
By Andrew Guzaldo 1/04/2019 ©
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
One day our ship will port in a place of peace and wonder.
Abaft facing the wind and sails at rest.
Limp from its journey, tired and sunder. The bolt rope holding it together.
pushing stead course toward its mark breaking every crest.
awaiting to reach its voyage end, brails to pull along the way.
The shore that limits the journey stay.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
*Hugging me from abaft prodigally
Holding me in your arms so tight
Standing in front of a full sized mirror
Like an unimagined painting of Ravi varma
Creation of God with the beauty of love
Eyes contacting a rhadamanthine message
We are made for each other*
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
**I know it's you
with that smile that curls up your lip
it's you I want to forever keep
those ocean blue eyes that speak
it's you who makes my heart loudly tick**
*I know it's you
it's you I want to journey with to forever
it's you I think about every other day
that steals words and I lack what to say
it's you I seemingly can't have however*
**I know it's you
it's you who's always understood
my every other good and foul mood
it's you who's born in me optimism
with your constant constructive criticism**
*I know it's you
the butterfly that flutters abaft my soul
the star that has my dark sky lit
it's you written all over my heartbeat
you could be the shot for my best goal*
**I know it's you
with your lassie walk and dance
so beautiful you're my only chance
it's you with your crinal endowment
your charm, my enchantment**
*I know it's you
the one I've been waiting for all my life
the notch above circadian fluff
in front of me radiating peace from that chair
with a magnetic bright lucermal stare*
**I know it's you
causing this fatal circulatory disorientation
consequent to a respiratory frustration
it's you but I fear any flirtation
Would but lead to a damnation**
*I know it's you
who has always given me an asinine notion
of never camouflaging but declaring emotions
yet I think you could just hate if I told you
Even if honesty and confession is your own view*
**I know it's you
you may never be told ,I might never be bold
it's completely you without a single doubt
but more than friends might be more than you could count**
I know it's you
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
*Smile abaft tears
Becomes a burden
Of heavy heart to carry
Let us open the empathy
To someone who can
Control the flow
With a hug of love
Few words of affection
Being our reason to smile!*
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
*Walls designed with children's art
Room decorated with garlands of spider webs
Entering my grandfather's kingdom of treasures
Nearing a wooden antique box abreast his cot
Jumping with a loud scream
Seeing the thorns popping out
Ever disgusting ugly cockroaches
Hanging a large lock with arts of humans
The box challenging me to open
Breaking the lock abaft an hour of hard work
Lento opens with a creak sound
Eyes piercing out with a thunderbolt
Espying a red with golden jewel box
Opening it with exhilaration
Ah! Taken aback with tears of jolt
It was my grandfather's dentures !*
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
*Searching that alluring smile
In your lips I fell in love
Will I get withal chance to
fall in love
Bringing back your winning smile
Hiding your smile abaft sadness
Compels my smile to hide
Lone in your smile my lips learning to bloom
Smirk along making me smile
Letting the kissing lips to shine*
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
*Heart cries when eyes converse
With a faking smile on lips
Carrying burden of inner distress
No one can get into one's heart
Like digging mines in dark
If it happens, smile remains a dream !
Condign words convey consolation
Inner pain ever hiding abaft a smile
One's albatross differ from other
Spreading plague to others
Nay lessen our pain to any extent
Hence learn to smile !*
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
*Your eyes looking at me with parental love
Freezing like snow drops
Your legs nearing me haltingly
Dissolving like water drops
Will you take me in your arms
Will you allow me to call you Mother
Do you know the yearning inside me
For the love of a mother’s heart
Leaving me abaft accepted selfishness
Is that you are doing now Mother
Though near you are afar from me
I am waiting mother with pain
Will that day come you recognizing
This poor creature, your daughter !*
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
The adelite dust settling
Smothering--
Coppertinted foot prints
Where we once played Graces
Sullen with Pride...
The Sun splayed&shimmering abaft
Our collectif
Charnel houses...
Bronze hued&
Yonder the fields of Spelt:
Putrid plumage,
Melancholy of Season--
Ashened from Time
Immemorial--
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.
I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looks Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I Spot Desperation In Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.
The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Captain Now Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look So Clueless To Which He Simply Replied, "There Is No Girl."
True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.
Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.
As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."
She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 4:29 AM UTC
*Missing you abaft of breath
Albeit lacking of time to miss you
When I am alone, you remain
constant in my thoughts
Like a vast blue sky surrounded everywhere
When all around, you struck
first in my eyes
Like a shooting star being near the moon
When I am with you, unrivalled you remain in my world
Like a meditation in a calm world of nature
Is it a white magic else black magic?
Is there any love chip connected to my body in your name?
Seeing you in my eyes, on my lids
Love to spell the letters in your name
Loving everything apropos you
Dreaming with my eyes open to tryst again!*
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
One more swell now motionless,
Realness from afar,
Drifting pointlessly,
Into a world of dubiety and falling stars.
The apprehension of letting go,
A fount of cognizance and angst,
With advents of dawn,
Seeing through the night, to no more be recast,
A future, said to reflect the age,
Alight, yet dimming anew,
Abaft the scud of clouds,
Burning itself out – the sun that never quite withdrew.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 6:35 PM UTC
Abaft the puckered velvet, they lie at rest,
reluctantly waiting to depart their somber.
A crowd of many sit behind the curtain,
yet they lay apathetic.
Moving aimlessly between two worlds,
they loiter in the realm of repose.
Overlooking the light which peeks under the shutter,
they dance with the Sandman.
Then, when he is satisfied,
he lifts the drape from which they hide.
And at the awakening of a new dawn,
they encounter a familiar light.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 1:18 AM UTC