"crewmen" 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 churning *** keeps my family one
The fog of delight hides us from the sun
A taste of complacence to keep me compliant
Frames of despair keep the hallways’ alignment
This battleship lands in Australia for now
And burns its own flag along with sundown
The captain is weak, the crewmen have perished
The telescope frowns when it scans the cherished
The cook yells, “My, with the onions, I cry!”
The maid is convinced,by her use of lye,
That this is a happy crew of the sea
Where everyone’s something to puke except me
I stayed on the bridge with a knife in my eye
The pensive maiden disarms with a sigh
Here lies the painting of a family brew
The mirror, indifferent of me, is true
Metal footsteps of a boy led blind
The chef and the captain maintain their grind
And thrive in contrivance of a world kept stable
Where all the rules lie in the food of a table
The boy has been strung across the bridge, politely
And left to a tool of love, coded tightly
There is nothing in the night’s facade of blue
I’m a ***** to the smell of the ship-crew’s stew
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
In Poetry, nothing is a mistake
For a poetess, the paper is the strongest stake
Which allows her to sculpt her mind's hunger,
Ever-lasting, bittersweet and opaque.
In Poetry, no plot is a sin
You are free to voice your imprisoned thoughts
where, to your own little land of dreams and nostalgia,
You are the invincible king.
In Poetry, you discover all those astonishing things
which stranger eyes cannot see, they're blind
So you use them to build your halo and wings
with not a single competitor around you who clings.
In Poetry, you are a free human
where no one would ask you to work.
In your land, you work with imaginary crewmen
and their company will never cease you to smirk.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
#*‘Tis but the flapping of the sail,
And not a rent made by the gale*!
H. W. Longfellow
When bureaucrats, with obfuscation
monotone in data-speak
and mumble to their mutinous nation,
bloodless vessels spring a leak.
Scan in vain the rolling breakers;
leadership is out to sea.
Overscripted undertakers
claim to speak for you and me…
The Ship of State, adrift, becalmed
floats on; a most ill-fated craft.
The body politic, unembalmed
begins to ripen fore and aft.
The crew, grown callous to the rot
and numbed by such expediency
with one last desperate cannon shot
forsake all hope of mutiny.
While computers spit statistics,
crewmen spread the expectant word;
(no more trust in mere ballistics…
hope delayed is hope transferred.)
“Make ready to abandon ship !
The captain’s just a talking head.
Lower the lifeboat, let her rip –
before, like him, we end up dead…”
The Ship of State is rent with breaches
data-leakage, data driven –
the lifeboat flounders, coral-riven
seeking distant wave-washed beaches.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
and if we never reach the stars
(...earth to explorer v...)
her robot said
(...fatal error [...] oxygen supply...)
what matters is we are
(...no crewmen left alive...)
together, even if we're dead
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 7:54 AM UTC
I'm surrounded by discord
noise pollution
that drowns the glassy fauna
The growing gap
takes us out on the high seas
Mania in the drinking water
and the crewmen like ghouls
lashes , profanity , bell-ringing , and all the other
beasts
Then one morning
from inside the fog
I hear the enchanting cry from a far remote cliff
The song of loneliness
to which I slowly fade away
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
Take your ship out to sea
and bring laurels blessed with holly
on this journey to unearth treasure troves
hidden in the gossamer waves
Let your flag sail high in wind
and crane your neck high
among floods that rage
in endless sickness and fledgling health
Chests of gems and gilded bands
await at the edge
miles numbering thousands
unfettered to all but time
Rally your spirits and hang them by the sails
so passing shipmen may see
the bones upon this watery hull
and chant for boundless Someday
Storms await and creep like snakes
through flumes of silver clouds
the tears they wring rocks the fleet
and dyes dry skin vermilion
Famine prays to fish for food
while brine coats the shattered deck
parched crewmen beg to die in sandy oases
surrounded by undrinkable water
Promises and tears the only drinks
now pain tattooed to flesh
gold glows neither in caves
nor does it shimmer in light
However many years pass as eternities
brighter dreams mark crystal soils
and platinum trees plump with diamond fruit
float atop the promised land
Though the ship has weathered shattered frame
and dried blood lines your chest
the anchor dives through watery shore
and cries through salt land **
Sands crunch loud underfoot
like God's soft muse skies hum
no treasure lies here but an ashen tree
and the whispering wind begins to cry
my fortunate babe, you've arrived
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
o' my splendid sailor
have you come to bewitch me?
o'er the raging waters
daring the deviant winds
a rose i pin on your chest
laced in poison, you shall meet
a death soon shall bestow
along with facade of a weeping bride
my handmaiden, my petal
she does gardening as it seems
my only rose who could be
your misfortune o'er the streams
o' my splendid sailor, welcome
into a farmer's daughters' abode
a bargain between you and my father
futile decision behold
I'm a woman of silence
so shall you see
I'm a woman of my weapons
so shall you sink
a lonely girl parading innocence
my handmaiden will console me
your last breath o'er my lips
your crewmen will hear me
o' my splendid sailor
my handmaiden's work is not a piece of art
i asked her to prepare your rose
now you will always be in my heart.
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 11:19 AM 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
It had been a moonlit night then,
Watching the towed flaccid raft,
I thought that I had seen her resting,
Exhausted there on the wooden craft.
I called her out unbeknownst her name,
"Hey young lady," to which she responded not,
She had looked up once in anguish & collapsed,
I had thought that I had seen despair in her amber eyes & must help her.
The crewmen had then been doing the padles after resting,
I had called my captain and asked him if he could see a girl in the raft,
The captain had just smiled and said, "You should get married commodore,"
I must have looked apprehensive so he had said, "There's no girl."
True he had been as she had just disappeared,
I had then started thinking of my sleep needs that day,
I had again looked around hoping to find the girl,
I had surely compromised my routine as the commodore.
Then I had immediately realized it to be my wild phantasm,
Surely that had just been a tired sailor's mind's illusion,
For no mermaids ever existed in the real world and were fake,
I had then turned back towards the deck to go back to my bunk for sleeping.
As I had climbed down the stairs to enter my room amazed and confused,
I had seen her standing as she had been waiting for me by the side of my bunk,
I had accepted the my mind's delusion & started to lie down,
She had 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 had been gone & simply gone,
Disappeared into thin air while I was asleep,
Each day I so dearly longed for her to return.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
Before my eyes I see girl in blue
As tears to recognize
Anger, frustration in glue
Now we jeopardize
She may have issues
It doesn't mean that she is insane
There were a hundred times I miss yous
Who´s to blame
Children despises her
She went to a hospital for having to cause herself to die
Knowing that it will never be the same ner
They now want her to talk or priy
Can't tell if it is the answer
She told me that she killed someone
Most of the people in the prisons have mental issues it is somewhat cancerous
Blinding fears of a ton
Now she runs with anger and sadness
The police is trying to get her
She can't hide in fondness
Now we lur
Telling by her eyes she was abused
I couldn't tell by the news
Knowing that she was the accused
The mischief brews
We are all human
I know she was in love with her
The parents refused in truman
When she was with her the reality was blooming furs
Love is a powerful nature
She knows it's not nomenclature
Believing in no matter what they will still love you
I noticed that she hung out with boys when she was two
The winds that blew had whispered a secret in her ear
She knew that marriage to a woman is what she wanted
Fear
She cries that the wind was harsher than said
When the girl was in her room
I see that it will be too late
She boomed
Maybe it was fate
She tells her I'll be there soon
As she waits for me to glee
Talking to others don´t see
Now the story is in toon
Many people argue about same *** marriage
She tells me that she was the one
I fidget on my chair see a carriage
What tone
Mirror image that reflects it twisted in red
She sees the pain that I feel
The plans are in thread
I feel a shock from an eel
Why so homophobic
I mean love is love
people bullying is critic
She sends her letters marked with a dove
In the day you were killed
Now that days have changed we erase the bad ones
She was willed
Now she is talking up on her phone
Her parents still beat her in rage
Somehow the girl is in my frame.
She was in a cage
She was not the one to blame
We are all human
The kind of reason that was changed
She tells me about the crewmen
Now her life is rearranged
No need to make it worse
Blood won't **** her first
Bang, Boom,Bro I see a hearse
She is blessed with a curse
She is her flower
The passion in counting
Meowing
It wasn't funny sounding
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
Words being more than a mare thought
Thinking with an understanding within sought
Education being a source for an intellectual vibe
It’s all about feeling inspired and just stride
Writing by your own abide
The thinker establishing what’s in the mind
Subjects upon subjects in categories combined
The theory of one’s sentence
An idea that comes up in an instance
What you see in what you write
A storm shaken ship being guided by a distance lighthouse
The same tall ship being tossed going through the god controlling waves
The crewmen praying for the waves to behave
Words telling the story
The wonder of victory in its glory
Words proclaiming new heights
At the same time word blank becoming a plight
But words will lead you in what to do
But here is a clue, “Just write” and you will pursue.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
i trudged through frozen rivers
passed through red oceans
i bottled up my feelings and tossed them into the wrathful sea
fishing ships skimming through the vibrant bay
caught wind of my hopeless message floating meters away from where they cast their nets
tiny thoughts floating through levels of salty sea foam, devoured by the vicious waves
breaking, scattering and tossing seaweed into the briny air
“land ** they bellowed, tying a thin rope to the side of the vessel
wonder if that truly makes a difference or that the boats just don’t really desire to depart
with unwashed fingers and hands, they ripped the bottle from the ocean’s greedy grasp
observing it with curiosity, they tapped on the glass of the object
the bottle cap popped open, revealing the suspicious contents
pouring it out onto the dock, they whispered when they saw the small yellowish letter lying flat; my letter
the captain read it to himself quietly and deemed it unnecessary to repeat to the rest of the crewmen
“perhaps, it is time to rest. the moon is almost at her peak.”
the captain uttered a couple words, for he was astonished such a hopeless thing could float ironically in the most teeming ecosystem to ever exist
my feelings were daggers, and not knowing where they originated from worried the captain
but everyone rises and falls
everyone lives and dies
everyone hopes and becomes hopeless
water carries secrets,
and in that, it holds stories
-happy ever afters don’t exist in the ocean
Aug 3, 2022
Aug 3, 2022 at 3:09 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Contagious Disease Unit – Ward 20 Deck 2
Maybe my aptitude for throwing up
My ENT infections, fevers and chills
Hopeless motion sickness and fainting fits
Were the reasons why NavPers posted me there
All the diseases in the Fleet called it home:
Infections, syphilis, leprosy, the clap
(Let’s give him a hand), and for reasons not clear
A couple of crewmen from the Pueblo
Before I was sent to be sick in Indo-China -
And now they say there’s a virus going around
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 8:12 AM UTC