FARSAILOR'S VOYAGE

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Monday, December 11, 2006

MAN'S FOOTSTEPS CAN BE HEAVY OR LIGHT, ALWAYS ASK IS IT RIGHT?

DAM BUILDING The not so gentle art, Dam building, obstruction, Delaying water’s natural course, An interference with Nature, Few of man’s acts so obvert, Staunch the flow, flood the land, Create an entirely new habitat, What arrogance, from where right, To engage in such folly large, Ah, folly is the character of man, To carve our presence into land, Nothing is ever the same, Once it has felt the step of man, Now I am guilty of this transgression, For dams two I have build, The first by a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

WHAT IS TIME, LIFE, PILGRIM'S PROGRESS, AND OH SO MUCH MORE?

CHANGE Change ever, Time flows on, Change what all, Quizzical word this, Change is a constant, Throughout life complete, Nothing remains as the same, Even the sky, and sea change, Times uncertain, war prolonged, Fall of communism, rise of AIDS, Growth, maturity, triumphs, failures, All have passed through my existence, What new events, good or bad await me, I not know which, yet I know they will come, Ages quake, change itself, changes everything, My great grandchildren, if they ever born of me,... Sign in to see full entry.

RULES RULE, AND PROPER PROCEDURES MUST ALWAYS BE FOLLOWED...

URN Upon the mantle, Resides Herb, A modest man, Productive, honest, Gone to church too, He had lived right, Till struck by bus, Over in minutes, Dead and gone, Yet not quite, Rules, burial first, Then Heaven bound, Cleaned up, casket, Lovely service, Many good things said, Then back in hearse, For the last ride, Pearly Gates I a coming, Not long after, hot, Hot as Hades, flames, He was being burned, They were cremating him, Captured all the ash, Burned three times, Less that 3 pounds left, Into... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 9, 2006

INTERSTATES, HIGHWAYS, BYWAYS, EXPRESS WAYS, WHERE DID IT ALL BEGIN?

PATH On Greek coast, within hear shot of pounding surf, Lies a path, old and narrow, rather like a snake, Worn like time itself, between two villages ancient, Faintly tracing, wandering line of least resistance, No design, but by happenstance, and misadventure, Never touched by civil engineer, or even machine, No one knows how old, 10,000 years or more, Started perhaps by a boy chasing a wayward goat, Cut through living rock, by feet mostly bare, Who has come this way, who has not, wishing to,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 8, 2006

WHEN ROOMSERVICE IS NOT AVAILABLE, A UNIVERSE COMPLETE, DANGER EVERYWHERE..

CAPTAIN’S MAST In the Naval Service, Tradition dies hard, For some traditions, It never ever dies, Captain, Master Commander, Absolute monarch of ship, Until death or relief, His word is law and final, This, the only way it can be, For whether in harm’s way, Or merely sailing tropic sea, Death is always present, Always but instant away, A taut ship, disciplined crew, Go far, meeting dangers many, Captain’s Mast, one court, The lash and death, now past, Still punishment firm, strict, Even harsh... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 7, 2006

NIGHTS COMES FOR ALL, SOME SOONER THAN OTHERS, BUT FOR ALL IT COMES...

DEPARTING It began with hoarseness, Then shortness of breath, Didn’t see docs till blood, A spot he had on lung, Dark and evil growing fast, Chemo and surgery failed, Not soon enough by half, Six months given, with luck, He tried to live to the fullest, Like the pros and the songs, Did not work that way, Sicker and sadder by the day, Worst, how his woman looked, His death was ever in her eyes, He did his best, succeed a bit, Put his affairs in order, to rest, Courage is as courage does, Yet even... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

NOW SOME REALITY, IF IT CAN BE SAID TO EXIST WITHIN MY LIFE WAY...

MY LADY I have a Lady, She belongs to me, I belong to her, Small she, yet fast, Sloop rigged, raked, Teak tiller and rudder, Shallow hulled, slim, Yet 3000 pounds of lead, Running deep keeps trim, Fiberglass, aluminum mostly, Wood, steel here and there, White and blue she, Live aboard one can, Very cramped she be, Best for cruises short, Though her legs carry far, Not a warrior ship, A graceful elegant gal she, In harm’s way never sail, Unless of course I at helm, Then of course all bets off,... Sign in to see full entry.

LIFE CAN BE GOOD, EVEN GRAND, IF ONE JUST TAKES THE TIME TO SAVOR IT..

NIGHT FLAMES In my fireplace flames dance, Cheery red and orange, Light flooding changlingly, Sparks flying like rockrts, With the logs crackling, Source of much joyful warmth, Pot of beans and joint roasting, Pie in oven, rifle above mantle, Yet the greatest comfort, Visions within the flames, In this ever changing tapestry, All my memories come to play, Indeed more, all of history, All that has been, and yet to be, For the enlighten eye to behold, So I rest with my feet towards fire, With... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 5, 2006

WHAT IS IN A NAME, WOULD A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME SMELL AS SWEET?

MURDERER A murderer am I, Men by the score, Have I myself killed, In an instant, no more, I am the last line, The final defense, For when foe comes, I do thunder best, Small and light I, Not much use else, But put a herd of men, Angry before me, A path I shall clear, Only once may I speak, Then victory or defeat, All from this single note, Most of time, nothing I do, Just sit around in the sun, Looking evilly deadly, Often that is enough, But when the time comes, Put a match to me hole, No man... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 4, 2006

NEURAL CORE BVC 88-9111k, INFESTED WITH A NASY PARASITE NAMED SARAH....

DREAMS OF SHE III Vivid were the dreams, Now Neuter and Fem together, Neural Core BCV 88-9112k, And Sarah woman host without, Without a body or senses, Dead in all but mind, locked within, A starship, strife at first then truce, A plot conceived to repair Sarah, To get her the body she so needed, From mundane cargo ship, morphed, Into first pirate ship in a thousand years, Target identified, closing fast, Emergency assistance ploy dispatched, In close enough, only weapon ship itself, Rammed... Sign in to see full entry.

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An anthology of poetic thoughts and musings spaning space, time, and humanity. Written for those who dare to believe in the adventure of life and the wonder of the universe of human thought. I will add new material to this site at least several times a week, so feel free to check back. Comments are welcomed... If you have time, please take a look at my other blogs: FARSAILOR'S SHORELEAVE * FARSAILOR'S WEATHER GAGE * FARSAILOR'S WRITING MISADVENTURES * MURDER BY DEATH, AND OTHER GOOD STUFF

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