"sailers" poems
If my time is to come
Then dog nabbit wrap me up
Like a rabbit in an old farmers coat
I prefer dickies.
I want to be warm
When my land gets stolen or sold
At least I won't sell my soul
Even if my land is taken
And I feel no more whole
I wanna be warm
Dog nabbit!
Not cold.
And gift wrap my banjo
Send it off to sea.
Let the sailers of the Pacific coast
Play sea songs
For me.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
cheer up charlie the order's come
all your life running from an atom bomb
been riding under bullet proof skies
just-in-time this luck-of-mine rain pouring down
been sailing to a land of time
where everything changes when you've just found out
these young delta hearts are pouring out
young delta hearts
were being torn apart
young delta hearts
lets go back to the start
and love.
been sailing through a storm of eyes
the sun is out and it burns the tide
sick of shining in the water below
so take your turn to strike the stern
and take a bow
now your drowning at my feet
surely sinking wants a piece of god
these young delta hearts are sailers now
young delta hearts
were being torn apart
young delta hearts
lets go back to the start
and love.
Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
One time,
Now or in the future,
Clear or blurred in dimness,
Certainly I will go,
Back to my origin,
In which I was happily extant,
Before I ventured in my mother’s womb
Back to this realm I will gate-defy
Leaving my skin an empty husk,
And go there riding in a wagon of death,
Pain and grief in dutiful caesura won’t be;
My fellow passengers or sailers,
Only oblivion to the past a sure pal,
Kissing and messaging my bodiless me,
From which I derive solace for my past,
The life I went through on the crest of
Extremes in goodness and matchless pale;
Untimely demise coming in union with a kismet,
Having me buried minus a coffin, a shroud. Perhaps,
Not even a dirge or an elegy from eminent mouths,
As my cadaver hangs in hermetic darkness; unlit hut,
On a home-made catafalque, willow in stature like nothing,
The man died of erstwhile sham diet and Medicare,
Will be shelved and hanged like a fish on the rack,
Hence am thankful do you death,
Master of the un-mastered souls,
My beautiful darling and love,
Of my heart from bottom to brim
And comforter of the hopeless,
Thanks for taking me away
In the way so miserly,
In a beautiful out-beat
To the truck terrorist
Or the Suicide bomber
Or the Guns of juba,
Or the Ebolavirus
Or
Any
In
The
Ilk…
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC
Pain is the purest form of pleasure
She's the source of mine.
But I await her, patiently...
Like a sailers lover awaits a bottle message by the sea shore..
Not knowing whether the winds and tides were kind or not
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
I pine for you my dear
as I gaze at the horizon
and beyond in search
of signs of your arrival
I wished imminent yet,
skies these days appear
addicted only to cerulean.
Guilty to long for you
solely in your absence
heated by unfaltering
blistering beams, my
barren soils exhale
the last remains of you
in ascending vapours.
Truth is, deprived of you I,
slowly die, inexorably
thirsty for your essence
endlessly suppliant,
exhausted by the wait
as I watch waters run dry.
Mourning fountains.
Lake levels drop and sailers
linger moored no longer
allowed to navigate shallowness,
disoriented fall drowsiness
felt I had to let you know,
I miss you Mister Rain
and yearn for your return.
Yours faithfully, Missus Earth.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
*I know it's doomed
she will leave me.
it's only a matter of time.
I once gave her
all the stars in
the milky way.
Pressed them
into her hands.
and whispered
to guide you through
the darkness of life.
follow their pure light
with me my love.
But it is not enough
her heart needs
new adventures.
it will try to settle with me.
but just as a a sailers death
is woven into his sweaters
by his lover.
She will try to settle down
But her heart refuses
to unpack its bags.*
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC