FARSAILOR'S VOYAGE

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Saturday, November 18, 2006

A PATH LESS TRAVELED, SOME THOUGHTS FROM AN OLD SALT.

Evolution’s Pair Upon a tropic sea sail I, the little sister is high in the sky, her silvery light spans the horizon, In the distance I see a trail of phosphorus paralleling my track, golden green upon a plane of glass, Ever closer comes this shinning path, then abreast my bow, the path bursts into a shower of luminous torrents, High into the air leaps a fluid shape, ever higher it rises, then thunderously it returns to the sea, She and I oh so long evolution's pair, a different course each has... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 17, 2006

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS PURE FICTION, A WHAT IF.........................

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS PURE FICTION BINGO FUEL STATE In time of war and not war, duty calls, Bloody international incident, American carrier sunk off China, Accident, or deliberate saber rattling, No one would ever know, Before the missile hit, scramble, Three F-18s hit the cat and gone, Joining with the Combat Air Patrol, They watched their ship fireball, Vanished beneath the dark China Sea she, Not enough fuel for friendly haven, Spoiling for revenge, orders requested, CINPAC gave flight... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

EACH DAY HAS A BEGINNING, AND EACH DAY HAS AN END, WHICH IS IT?.....

FALSE DAWN There is a time before dawn, When light begins to accumulate, Simply reflection and refraction, Dimly, slowly one begins to see, Or worst thinks one can see, That is when with death they come, All night, by inches have they crept, With knives, guns and satchel charges, Until within your lines they are, Waiting for just enough light to see, To see their prey, to navigate at rush, For rush they will, hoping by surprise, To overrun and overwhelm defenders, We who fitfully, watch on,... Sign in to see full entry.

HOW IS YOUR NAVIGATION IN THESE TROUBLING TIMES? ...

BRIDGE OF THE MIND Upon my bridge stand I, My bridge of my mind, From here I command all, All that is I, and would be I, That makes up the my ship of fate, The seas are perilous and troubling, Threats of storms, and pirates too, With Ensign White and Red streaming, On I sail, keen eye, powder ready, For misfortunate is only misadventure, Misadventures are always an adventure, I feel the wind of possibilities, Fresh and strong it is for me, Before the gale of time I sail, To a far dark shore... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

WATER BELONGS IN THE OCEAN, WHERE YOU CAN DO SOMETHING USEFUL WITH IT...

RAIN ALL DAY Rain it did today, all damn day, Sometimes hard, other times soft, Bloody rain anyway, rain, go, go away, It is damp and musky, can’t paint or carve, Confined am I, rain, rain, rain, Come back another day, no walks, no fires, Even the birds are walking, all is gray, thundering, Incessant hammering, drops like spit on hot steel, An explosive hiss, then more, singing in the rain, What a clown, where is the sun and my fun, Watched Victory at Sea, now that’s desperation, Rain it did... Sign in to see full entry.

DUTY SOMETIMES STRANGE, LIFE NOT DEATH, AND REQUIRES MUCH................

BIRTHS There is a moment, When one becomes two, Sometimes even more, A woman a mother, A lump a child(ren), To witness this miracle, Is profound indeed, Now, hospital sterile, Yesterdays different, Alone or with help, The woman breeched, Crying infant, or cold death, All in all, one must witness, Birth to begin to understand, Bond of mother and child, My hands the first to touch, Three wee little souls, Before their first breath, Terrifying each event, Relieved was I, happy mother, The babes... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

FUNNY NAMES FOR ITEMS OF EXTREME INTEREST FROM MGTMS SERIES................

RACK Now every Marine has a rack, This is differentia from the squids, A rack being superior to a hammock, Grey, Green, and White, the color of a rack, Now a rack generally has four functions, A place to receive your mail, sweet hopes, A place, with your locker, to store your gear, A place of utter humiliation during inspections, A place to crash, z out, go to never never land, Now you will note that these are each distinct, Yet they are common ground, where you be, Where you be if not in the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 13, 2006

HISTORY IS ONE DAY AT A TIME, ONE HERO AT A TIME...........................

HEROES Heroes are an interesting breed, Separate and a part yet from us, Some larger than life for an instant, Others clearly beyond us all for life, Best the quiet type, strength in endurance, Gandhi and Nelson, heroes both grand, Each a life dedicated to a cause, One a warrior, another simply father, Each help remake their world, for better, I shall judge not them, or any other hero, For to stand on the burning deck, Or turn the other cheek blow by blow, Is more than I can imagine, Once or... Sign in to see full entry.

SOMETIMES ALL THAT IS NEEDED IS A BREATH OF FRESH AIR AND A ...

MOUNTAIN VIEW To sit upon the mountain high, After climb perilous and demanding, All of God’ Creation spread before, Your lungs grasping for air coldly crisp, Mind clearing with thoughts chiming, Is to know a happy day, wondrous day, This day you have accomplished much, You have tested and bested yourself, The rewards many and various, Confidence, pride, acknowledgement, All this and more, simply by step by step, Reaching ever higher for the next hold, Springing over adversity and defeat, For... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

NOW WHAT TOTALLY OUTRAGIOUS CRAP DID HE WRITE ABOUT TODAY?.................

BATTLE SIGHT ZERO Now in the days before this fancy crap, Of lasers, range finders, red dot scopes, There use to be something special, The Grunt lived and died by it, Battle Sight Zero it was called, Your battle rifle sighted in, zeroed out, With great care calibration arcane, So the rifle would print at 100 meters, No clicks up, none down, left or right, pure, If target further, then just aimed higher, A bit of wind, use Kentucky windage only, Eliminate the uncertainty, in time perilous, Keep... 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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