"longboat" poems
Down in the bayou where the mangroves grow
There's talk of black voodoo, like Marie Leveau
The Swamp Witch, is legend, she has magic so black
That those who have seen her, have never come back
There;s tales of the noises that come from the dark
Of werewolves and zombies as rough as the bark
The mangroves are sentinels, to where the magic resides
Where even a longboat has no room to glide
Bodies go missing from the graveyards most nights
And there's always a fog shading the fireflies lights
The Swamp Witch is ruler and Queen of this world
Where souls are all taken and spines can be curled
They say that she came here from Canadian lands
She was a metis they say, from the Western Tar Sands
A mystic by nature, a dark witch by blood
She lives deep in the swamp, protected by gators and mud
The gators respect her, they do as she bids
They keep watch on the waters, they're her reptillian kids
She keeps zombies as gendarmes, collecting bodies to turn
Just how black is her magic, no one can discern
The Swamp Witch is legend, she is as old as all time
The air in the bayou is as thick as the slime
The cajuns say voodoo is the core of her heart
They avoid fishing where the mangrove trees start
The Swamp Witch, a legend ? or is she truly the Queen
She's the Louisiana Witch, no one survives once she's seen.....
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
For Helene.
Ashes on the water, now.
Love's bones like dust downstream.
At least it got to see itself in our eyes,
Feel itself between hand holding hand
And whispered caresses.
From pillow talk to fists raised at
Concerts, glasses of Portuguese wine
On her balcony to the sound of magpies
We named our neighbours.
We were beautiful.
Began beautifully.
Ended gracefully.
I open hands that held hers and see
Nothing but skin worn by labour,
And air.
Ashes on the water, now.
Embers without a chance against rivers
Cold with melted mountain snow and
Unyielding differences.
Some loves drown with lungs too full
To cry; others float like a funeral-pyre-
Longboat into the night, ablaze.
King and queen, hand upon hand.
Crowns tied from fresh flowers,
We were beautiful.
Began beautifully.
Slid apart the way a glacier parts from
The hills; slowly, but with the force
Of its thousands of tons.
Ashes on the water,
Where the ghost of our union rests
Underneath the surface of our memories.
I will remember you.
Until the stars burn out, raining the
Dust of themselves like snow upon
These waters that always are moving.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
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Sailing upon a longboat of dreams that will
bring me close to my destination to a
author, a poet that will touch and
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
Here he lies with family
his name and dates given
what other data's wanting
to relive his love and hates
Norman -old English-North Man
Victorian Saxon son
though several times removed
a memory scratched on stone
Or was his bloodline Viking
his longboat in the offing
vicariously fighting
through his seven seas of time
He might have lived much longer
been stronger named for William
ruthless feudal Norman King
but my mind is just dancing.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
We are progressing upstream, no sighting yet.
Their gods are letting us pass unmolested.
Even the sun beckons us up these blue waters,
but the cliffs are closing in, scarved with the icy
torrents of waterfalls spilling their glacial flux.
In the distance is a great broad path, paved
in crazy glazing, glinting in the sun.
There's no escaping this snare's enchantment.
Surely, they don't take us for their pirate
longboat returning to digorge its stolen treasures.
Somewhere Thor's hammer is at work. We pray
we will be spared his unforgiving anvil,
for we come only with our tourist tribute.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
I’d walked back home by the clifftop path,
I’d only been gone an hour,
Rounding the point, it came into view
The sight of our Black Stone Tower.
Its ancient mystery suited me then
We’d picked it up for a song,
Nobody else had wanted it,
At the price, we couldn’t go wrong.
They said that a king had built it there
Far back in the mists of time,
And soldiers climbed by the old stone stair,
But now, thank god, it was mine.
A roof to shelter my Evelyn,
Though we supped by candlelight,
And drew our water deep from a well,
Made love when the stars were bright.
But now a breeze blew up from the cliff,
Was chill, and ruffled my hair,
And something about the Black Stone Tower
Was strange, a sense of despair.
For weeds had grown where the weeds were not
When I’d left, an hour before,
And someone had painted a bright red cross
On the Baltic Pine of the door.
It was only when I had got close up
That I saw that the red was blood,
And the door was half off its hinges,where
It was splintering, as I stood,
Then shapes began to appear to me,
Of soldiers, battering in
The Baltic Pine of this ancient door
To slay the soldiers within.
There wasn’t a single sound to hear,
There should have been clash and roar,
A mighty battle was raging in
The Black Stone Tower of war.
I called and I called for Evelyn
But there wasn’t a single trace
Of the love that I’d left alone in there,
That now, most terrible place.
I ran outside to the edge of the cliff
And stared down into the bay,
And there was the foulest, evil ship
Sails set, for sailing away.
And Evelyn strode down on the beach
While a soldier pulled at her hair,
Dragging her into a longboat as
She fought and struggled down there.
But this was a different Evelyn
To the one that I’d left at home,
The girl on the beach was dressed in peach,
My Evelyn dressed in bone,
And not in a full length courtly dress
Like you see from the days of yore,
As her ghostly shadow stepped in the boat
And sailed away from the shore.
I turned again to the Black Stone Tower
And the door was back in its frame,
There wasn’t a sign of the ****** cross
That had been there, just as I came.
And Evelyn staggered from out the door
As I cried out, ‘Where have you been?’
And she said sleepily, ‘Don’t be cross,
I’ve had an incredible dream!’
David Lewis Paget
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
A heavy sea
So clear to see
A choppy crest and sky
And as they merge—
Right at the verge—
A longboat slides between
O how they crush
The seaman’s rush
Across the photograph
And now the paint
Falls soft and faint
In strokes—that shade of blue
The clouds are hushed
Beneath the brush—
The seas are hastened in
Horizons rise
Against the skies
And try to trickle up
Then halted shut
So mountains jut
And tread upon the waves
They harden now
Across the brow
Of ever sinking sea,
Sit darker than
The frozen span
That dries upon the page
Ultramarine
I’m sure, I’ve seen—
Dry now upon the page
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
Treatise on Cosmic Fire
I sky dive thru my skydrive
picking up pieces of forget-me-nots
holding on to hallucinations
and keep coming back for more
when I arrive I feel alive
ready for anything thrown my way
pretty lady sings the blues
handing saucy notes out the door
she asks me can you handle the pain
of my screaming heart in your ear
if you don't understand the question
please let me make it completely plain
there's a fire burning so **** deep
it is cosmic in it's nature
from the hell of the bang
melting my heart with each quarter note
riding on a tall ship or a longboat
but she keeps on trying
ask her again if love is the answer
she whispers if you believe that
then you just might lose me
but you must keep trying
then maybe
I will ask you to stay
Gomer LePoet...
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Without you, there be nothing,
Even a rabid dog has frothing,
The rainbow has its *** of gold,
That is storms, mix of hot and cold,
derelict in some of pleasure's duties,
lightning from those eyes refutes,
all, of these,
cure the disease,
riddled man
into the pan
hirsute man
dumped into
a preemptive funeral pyre.
From the sky
forked delight.
See the longboat silhouette.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
You used to believe
Me to be beautiful,
You used to believe
Me to be Green;
But when I went
Along down The Road with you,
You somehow
Turned out really mean.
I never thought I'd find someone
Who I would connect
with so close up to par;
But somewhere down
along those lines,
For some reason we
grew apart really far.
I really wish you could tell me
What it was that drove us away;
For each week that goes by
I wonder,
Why my heart breaks
that much more, every day.
It's unbelievable to mention
And completely embarrassing to care,
The atoms of my being won't stop
vibrating
At high frequencies somehow,
over there.
It's like as though there was a time
When we lived a full life
at some point together;
But then that time came short
For some reason,
And ended far too quickly,
one season.
It's like as if it's not me that's lamenting,
But a considerable ghost from my past;
Somewhere down Human History's line,
Where for some reason
The memories last.
I really don't know how to
Find it within me to fix this,
Without a considerable
shock to my brain;
Some modulated electrical pulses,
To ensure I am no longer in pain.
If someone can please place me into that chair,
The Grand Neural-Reformatting Beast,
If something can be said about this,
I would be most grateful,
To say the least.
Just so I can be finally done with this mess,
And numb enough to no longer care;
So I can happily continue
To move on with my life,
And not continue to
bother everyone else, over there.
I thought that I was useful,
I though that I "belonged";
But when The Family turned on me,
I knew that I'd been wronged.
Whatever lessons I was
to learn from this,
I am still trying to
figure out on my own;
But it's become too hard
to see the big picture,
When the pieces
aren't even being shown.
It's easy to say "forget it",
When it's already too hard to do;
What would make things a tad easier
Would be more time spent with you.
I don't know how to stop this longboat
From crashing right into the locks;
And killing all five-thousand crew
And sending them straight into the Rocks.
Perhaps I shall simply admit myself
To a life that exists behind bars;
With a proper straight jacket and a foam head piece
And a safely installed mouth guard.
At least I will be protected there
And given some safe refuge;
Even though they may scream down the halls....
I'll know I'll be gone from you.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC