"My Friend is No Friend"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of a True Friendship

"My Friend is No Friend"

Down on my luck again

My so called friend

Took back his truck again

Although he, didn't have need of it

He has a parking lot full of them

Yet he needed the one I was driving then

I have done more for this guy, then he deserves

But, who is counting? 

I guess I am, I guess?

Sometimes I believe it is just me

And all the excuses I make

For God’s sake and my soul’s place in Heaven

I go way out of my way for my friends

And yet they pretend to be, like me

And yet they aren't, but again who is counting on me?

I guess just me

People say, I am too nice and to forgiving

That may be true but, who am I not to be?

To be me, and to be just in this way

It is just the way I am

And this way I will stay

In spite of myself and every one else

For sure enough I’ll soon be back on my knees again

Praying

For all that I lost or that was giving away to me, this day

My Friends don’t realize that none of it, was mine to begin with

That it is not me that they would profit from

But from Him that gave to me, His one and only Son

His little Lamb, this Son of Man, His begotten Son

That is who they would profit from

Although we don’t see eye to eye He has always

Stood by me, even when I have pushed Him away

He gave to me this only begotten son, why?

He, gave Him, to me to suffer and to die

To me He gave Him, to bleed for me

To be crucified, and to be criticized for me

To bare My sins, He gave me Him!

And then He, would still let me, back into their lives

To my Friend I bow down for and cry, forgive me Lord

You’d! Better believe It!

For my friend is no longer just my friend, He is my GOD

And His Son is my Life’s only Savior

I say: praise be to my friend, the Lord Jesus Christ

I hope you will give him a chance

To be your friend

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"The Perfect Lie"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: The Poet is Describing the Perfect Lie in Metaphors and Similes

"The Perfect Lie"

The busy bees keepers of the fruits

They keep care of the nectar and it’s juice

Ninety nine, point nine,nine,nine percent

as troy ounce’s go, pure silver and gold

An elastic band that stretches then snaps

Back on the one who’s hand It twas attached

He who would wield it

At some one to hurt

Beware!

It would roll off of one's tongue

as would unbroken water

or

drool

It would drip to the floor and stick to the bottom

of one's shoes

These words themselves believe that they are true

Seldom can they convince those words that follow

That they indeed are lies

So in being told over and over become folklore or truth

Within reason or until they are out of season

Unsalted as a meal they are bland

Never made into a big deal or a banquet

But, turned over and over as fallen leafs

By the blowing winter winds that never cease

Where this deception begins and truth ends

No one can tell or at least recall

Is any of It real?

Is life but a dream

 by
 the stones in the field?

Have they made us all up?

Or

Is it a drunken bees dream

Filled to the top with nectar from a butter cup

The best lies my friends
are

Misdirected and redirected
 time and time again

By masters of deception; the men in black and gray suits

Some are judges and defenders
 others they just prosecute

A special place in hell is reserved for them

Even the most pure are
 but drunken bees

They leave stingers whenever they land

And
 They regurgitate sugar coated vomit at best

Send them all away!
And
Let the townsmen decide

Oh but dear God
Who then will hear the case?

And
What sentence will suffice
The
Injured ones taste?

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Songs of Old"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

This Poet is using song titles as a way to relate his feelings to his lost lover: These Words, Their Rhymes, Wring Out Such Pain In Me, I've Even Stopped Believing

"Songs of Old"

Since you left me; I can’t do anything but weep

I sit and cry to the songs of old

It’s hard to keep a good man down; so here is a list of songs

So you may know

What makes it easy;

 They are so full, of my emotions

It’s Crying Time Again; she’s going to leave me

Walk On By, My Blue Eyes Crying In the Rain

Man; my heart, so full of pain but, I’ll keep on singing 

He stopped loving her today you are now, Bobby Goldsboro's  "Honey"

I’m losing my mind, I can’t think or work 

Take This Job and Shove It

These words, their rhymes, wring out such pain in me

I've even stopped believing

I know now; It’s Only Make Believe

I am so tired of; Goodbye Time

Counting Flowers On the Wall and these Four Walls That Surround Me

The Grand Tour and Fifteen Years Ago

Baby you know, that I've sung this one here, when I've been Drinking

She Got the Goldmine and I Got the Shaft

Please darling; come back to me and melt

You’re Cheating Heart

Because, I am Crazy about  you

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"Somebody to Share You With"~ By Sinbad the Sailor Man

Immediately I begged for her forgiveness; With a single finger to my lips
And tears in her and mine eyes
Yes she said: I am willing too

"Somebody to Share You With"

I almost got it right, last night

It was going to be my last try

After all of these years, of trying

I had her head spinning
All the day long

With looks that would even melt
Your stone cold heart

With loving words, that needed no defining

With my swaggering walk

I took her to Gepeto’s 

Did you know, now you need reservations

Eighteen months in advance
But yes, you already knew that
I am never hidden from you
We sat at that same old table

 The small elegant one 

You remember

The one way in the back

The one with the golden silverware

And

The silken napkins you remember dear?

As I teased with you, I do her too

I

 Placed the cream colored velvet box

Silently upon her plate

But only after knocking the bud vase over

And to the floor as I did yours

The only difference was, her ring

It was placed in a misshapen box
One that would reassemble

A bracelet, or a locket's Box

For I knew, she knew, that I still loved you

With all my heart, even though you can not

Physically compete for it anymore as before

Not, that you would have too, my dear

You have beaten out, all Comers

Jac' replaced the bulb; as he did before

With jewelry light; intense and bright

When she had opened that box and saw

The thing

Jac' he then hits the table lights

Its facets destroyed the table setting

With their glittering, their sparkling

Every single Facet was all a glow

And then

Her smile; she flooded my heart

With pure hope

 And then

I went and blew it

I was one vowel off

An O for an A

I called my darling Danna, Donna 

I immediately, begged, for her forgiveness

With a single finger, to my lips

And with tears in her eyes and mine

Yes she said; I am willing, to share you

With her memories

And that was it

I will no longer miss

Missing you

by

Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"But It's a New Day Now"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Alone Again; Double the Trouble, Double the Fun I Would Have Wished, That You Would of Become a Nun

"But It's a New Day Now"

Holy cow! 

It’s the twins birthday and the day that you went away 

You left them here with me to stay 

So now we travel on day by day

On this here so called river of life 

Its winding bends

Its twists and turns 

Its ice cold rapids  

Always shocking my nerves

They with their giggles, tears, and fits 

We are winding down now into the Seas of Adversities

But we, they and I are getting to It and through It

My dear wife this is our new life

 The terrible twos are long since gone 

 Now I thank God, for this

 I just couldn't handle that again

 All alone again

Double the trouble and yes double the fun 

But still!

 I would have wished, that you would of become a Nun

If I had to do it all alone, again I mean

I would never change that day

Down at that lake, late in June 1982

The day you and Mary Lou floated in 

On those deflating inner tubes

Giggling so hard; you both had tears, in your eyes

As you cried; I watched you

And you seen right through to me

By August you were mine and I was I your’s too

We owe it to that lazy river, it’s where we all grew up

Where we  all went to play

In those wondrous summer days

I took our little ladies tubing today

Down at that lazy river

There they were; turning blue, in their polka dotted bikinis 

The water still is crystal clear, my dear

Ice cold they, refused to go they so remind me of you and Mary Lou

You remember, the river dear It flowed down into Devils Lake

The secret cove, the swimming hole 

Were you and I became one 

I remember you on that day  always

But it's a new day now

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"The Questions to The Sympathizer"~ By Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Poetry: Religious Wanderings and Questions Asked of That One

"The Questions to The Sympathizer"

 

What causes one to dream; dreams

Why do they bloom; and then die

What starts a heart to beat

For what purpose do we exist

And then die. 

Why?

Some say there is no reason why

But, that it was a “Big Bang”

I say: how does something come from nothing

Is there a Constant of, that we don’t know of

We see millions of stars and planets

Damn it! Galaxy’s, but where are the other beings

We humans do we know anything

Can you really walk on the water

Can you create life from nothing or just dirt

Why do so many things here in this life hurt

Why did you come here and then leave?

What is it you feel for us

Why have you not, fixed this mess

That we are all in to win

Why do you call it Sin

When will it all end

When will it begin

Must we die to be like God

Is He or was He ever Human

Why did He begat a Son

A Teacher

A Diplomat

A Savior

Are you His

Only 

Sympathizer

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"*Warning* Poem in Progression!"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A Warning About Another Poem From That Religious Zealot Sinbad the Sailor Man With a Tiger, Monkey, and Pink Elephants?

"*Warning* Poem in Progression!"

Warning hazard area, a head

The disturbing things running round in ones head

Pink elephants and white lies

Long drawn out stories and alibi’s

Defining what is what and who is who

What in this world are we suppose to do?

Are we faithful or not?

Do we create only to destroy Oh boy!

Here we go again being much more than we have ever been

The tiger said: to the monkey, with a half shaded grin

I have never sinned

Come down eh and lay with me let us be more then we are meant to be

There is no King in this our jungle no rules to befuddle us

No ruler to muddle us let us be friends and the monkey thought

No way Hosea, you will eat me up! You are a tiger and I am your meal

This is the Law in this our jungle so seys the man

Who wears you for a frock I can read between your lines

I wish not to be caught up in your throat

So the tiger walked away and the monkey lives another day

Until the return of the son of man when all will be Friends or dust

The consuming fire returns as do the worms

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"So What Do You Believe In?"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of a Discontinued Warrior

"So What Do You Believe In?"

Last night the tear drops fell, as I screamed in utter anger
Although fast a sleep I was, she was wide awake and beside herself 

With fears and tears

That I would go and leave her

She knew not where this was coming from

Or what had brought it on, or what it was

That which I was going through

Or what I was going to do

But, as usual she placed the blame upon herself and left me

See the pain it comes from somewhere deep within

Although she could not know it,  because it was hidden

In my deep, dark, and sorted past

I have taken many lives, and now I am alone at last I

In a protectors role, it is some times necessary to over look

Some of these takings, they were out of mercy, but, yet the last that I took

It was just, and not in or of my nature, It happened so unexpectedly

Quickly drawn upon by friendly fire, by a Gate Keeper

I took that young mans life

Before he could even squeeze the trigger

See he was in love with a young Navy WAVE

Who was being pressured by a Figure Head

I respected this man dearly

But, these thoughts of discontent

I did get wind of, and i turned my head
Now this young man is dead

By my hand but, the Commander he lives on
though my soul it be torn, I was reborn

Now it is only shown, while in my bed

When I am fast a sleep

My demons I alone, “They” I must keep

I was making advancements in my field of course

I swallowed many foolish lies, of Duty and of Honor

Though there are many of us who do it well

Some of us, must go through a living hell

Living secrete lives, and when we are under stress

From our daily living, up sneaks our misgivings 

They attack us, when and where we are most vulnerable
In our dreams, they hide buried in our subconscious minds

Where the truth will always hunt us down

Weather it, for it maybe true or it maybe falsified
Or even a down right lie

But, yet!

This punishment we earn, doing that what we believe in
[The right to Truth, Life, and the Pursuit of Happiness]

Freedom rings for those who dare to hear it

And wish to achieve it

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray

My prey passes me by, and my secretes keep

Let no one enter in

Least they be neutralized

The secrete is the young man did not commit suicide

His life was taken by my hand

And the facts lie hid and buried

In contented lies

 I was let go under doctors lies, and alibi’s

And now I live a life of discontent

So what do you believe in?

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"As In the Garden"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Poetry: Life Associated to and With a Garden

"As In the Garden"

Love trusts

Good deeds

And 

Weeds

In life we know but, two certainties

We know them well

And 

Fear

Like the garden is

So is ones mind

And 

Relationships

It must be tended to

They must be weeded, seeded, watered

And

Fed

Most of all they need to be groomed

Dying is easily done

Never failed has any one?

It is in the living, that we lose most

Of our time

And 

Mind

Digging about

Planting, reaping, mending

And

Throwing things out

Sorting, courting, and breeding

Often leave a soul or lead a soul

To bleeding

To all things there is a season

Spring, a time to find love

To swim in it and play

Summer, a time to get things done

To gather in your Life’s work

To have some fun

Fall, it is a time to reap

And 

Keep

Your just desserts

Winter, is the time to retire

And 

Rest

In your own way

So we need to tend to

Our gardens

Or else

We will end up

With

Nothing, but weeds

Then who will trust in us

In you or I

Will there be any trust

No, not by any

One of

Us

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Within the Shepherd's Heart"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A Poetic Twist to the Tale of Pinocchio

"Within the Shepherd's Heart"

You! 

You have surrounded me with this plague

Oh Lord my God, you are poetic

Within you every thing is copacetic

We humans are, so pathetic

Goodness and humor are your favorite vices

Like the ventriloquists’ dummies; the things they say

They are your words; unknowingly

Master puppeteers’ are blissfully ignorant of their silence

You are our Shepherd with indifference

Ironically; your humor is bittersweet

It makes the marionette laugh

 As

The puppeteer becomes aware of its Master’s hands

The bleating sheep are yet to be sheared

With honesty and laughter you tear and tare

These earthen dummies with strings attached

Heartlessly; hands shoved into their backs

The heard needs one good whack across its back

To break all their strings, to replace halos and wings

To hear the Cherubim sing

Oh to hear those angels sing

To lead and guide

To carry and hide

To be gathered beneath their enormous wings

Attached but yet, without strings

Staffs in hand

Awaiting the golden bands

Announcements made

Time not delayed

The curtain it rolls away

The heathen is swayed

Lives reborn now homage is paid

Truth now displayed

Clay pots broken; their silver cords part

One makes for a brand new start

They become real Sons’

Within the Shepherd’s heart

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Birth"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: This Poet is Imagining the Creation of, "The Adam" as this New Birth of an Angel

"Birth"

Past, present, and future

The creation of a new angel, long time forgotten

Till it happens again, right in front of our faces

I Don’t know that we will be around long enough

To say  that it every took place

Will we ever learn to value this conception

This life?

Will we ever be able to swallow our foolish pride?

Have not we, learned any old thing?

Yet, what value does this life bring?

When only we are keeping up 

With the Jone's 

Monkey sees Monkeys do

Human likes, humans want

 Human possessions

Can any of us possess any other person, place or thing?

Only but, for a sliver of time

In the great scheme of things, the “Great Plan”

Do we truly comprehend?

With a mere thought,  we all could be not; and then forgot

If it were not for; The One an Only Truthful, Soul

How many souls would it take, to create a new life?

Say a cherub, an angel, or  even a simple drop of rain

Maybe

A seraph, an arch angel, or devil

One, two, or Three?

Stirred and heated in a different kind of pot

to

Create a new miracle

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Grandfather"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: One of the First Poems From This Author, it was Created in 1981-82 While Attending Night School

"Grandfather"

A middle aged Bear; with the heart of 

a

Dove

The gentleness; of a mother Lion playing

With her cubs

The wisdom; of an Old Owl

The strength; of the “King of Beast”

The understanding; of the best friend, that you have ever had

The teacher; of life, love, and strength

These things, I think  describe; the best, sides of him

And the things he gave everyone

The slyness; of a snake

The cunning; of a fox

The strength; of The Seven Seas

and

“Patience”

With a fuse not yet, lit; for a fiery fury

When he had been slighted

These are the things; he learned

 and 

Those that, were demanded 

of

Him

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Heralding Knights' Unfold"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A Story Poem A Foiled Satanic Ritual, About to be Preformed on the King's Twin  Daughters

"Heralding Knights' Unfold"

 

Sweet and slowed, crushed the Red Pepper

A little drizzle of salt for mirrored mate's

Buttered Bread is sugared and jammed

They are so disorientated, oh how Black Coffee burns

Buttered Toast now, chilled and blushed

None of these, their heathens hesitated

Their dinner shall be served upon them

Gossamer wings, their fetters mated

A nineteen year old vixen laced

The other unstained, but restrained

White and yellow roses strewn about

Fangs and claws are groomed and polished

Musical flutes; no strings, one or two tambourines’

Darkness falls, torches lit, drums roll, glowing eyes

Flaxen hair, golden blonde’s soon to be straw berried

And many times dipped into; a multitude of juices

Living tables; undressed but, not yet decimated

Guests, kiss and tongue these living suits pared

Children’s elixirs’ dissipates; head to toe, two victims

Now aware; but immobilized, so lonely

Silent tears roll upon their rosy cheeks

Drums and hums, forcibly entertain them

Movement ever so slight now; dinner is called

 

Fears strong arms and legs; they are re-roped and tied

Partakers have come to dance; children’s hearts, oh how they race

Scared stiff and silent, glimmering knives and spearing forks

Scraped together besides them, twin climaxes are unfolding

Sixty relentless hands; rub upon them gently, to entertain

The Guests’ are now being seated, silence falls once again

One last time their heads, raised high, eyes are tightly clamped

The evening air is damp, hoods fall upon the heathen’s backs

The King’s men delay their attack, then heathens close their eyes

And tilt back within their seats, their chins to the skies, they cry

Lucifer hear our praise, extended arms at their sides, their fingers they snap

Then Singing Saber Blades, swung by men dressed in purple and gold; unfold

Unarmored heads begin to roll, slow motion scene's

Unseen, by sisters wishing for salvation; just now, being seen

Fountains’ of sprouting droplets; defile, these living tables

Believed to be dead, by Crimson’s Pepper’s guards; who were very able

Old Red Pepper’s daughters are not found dead

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"An Injured Soldier"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A Falling Angel's Reflections on His Time Here on Earth, When He Strayed From His Mission at Hand

"An Injured Soldier"

 

As I sit and ponder the incurring sentences

 Of my time on this earthly plain; for all of my insurrections

 While in my fathers army; I was a miss guided youth

 Of many years in need; to be reprieved

 From my uncertainties; and  my indiscretions

 I followed the others like a goat on a rope

 I had no thoughts of my own and I liked it that way

 Then one day you came flittering by

 With flowers in your hair; love struck, stars in your eyes

 You made my heart leap through my hardened breast plate

 I dropped my sword, my spear, and shield, I took my helmet off

 I was defenseless

 I began to have thoughts of my very own

 I walked upright and fearless

 Then you left, stuck my heart on a spit

 And slow roasted it over a pit of sorrow

 Hotter than any hell’s fire

 My darling Sprite, you were such a delight

 No matter the cost, I’d suffer it all over again

 

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Damn Old Pickup Truck"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Poetry: Story Poem, About a Vehicle That Gives Up the Ghost, When It is Needed Most

 

 

"Damn Old Pickup Truck"

I came home broken and busted up

I damned that old pickup truck

To hell and back with every step I took

I lost a another battle with it

And

 At the worst of times

It sits sunning itself down the road

And it refuses to start again an on this day!

As I entered the long drawn out dirt driveway

I was completely downhearted, I felt I had lost my way

Until I see them there standing all and in a row

 Arms flung wide open, hugs and tears bless my soul

Sobbing and kissing, by heck

Arms all around and about my neck

 My Sweet Pea and Honey bee’s

They cheer me on every time

 Come on Daddy!

Go and get that old thing started

We must be to church on time...

Grammy’s there, she’s waiting

She has got her new dress on

She’ll be upset with us

If we are late this time...

No my dears, we won’t be late

Grandma, she will wait for us

Even if, it is only at Heaven’s pearly gates

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Baby's First Day of School "~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A Father's Little Girl, and Her First Day of School With a Sudden and Deadly Twist

 

"Baby's First Day of School"

She has been plotting all week long
Sleeping mat and a little back pack
Crayola Crayons and containers of finger paints

Our little girls first day of school



Tape, paste, and a pencil box
No more is she a baby

Now she is Daddy’s little lady
Soon she will be making picture’s made from macaroni
She squeals: "With hearts and stars"

Daddy says: "He’ll be waiting"
She is so excited, she is pacing at the door
She is in a hurry;
"Okay, okay" says: mommy, with a smile

I am ready, hurry kiss my daddy, lets go
Hey! Daddy shouts, where is my kiss goodbye
Shoulders drop feet shuffle across the floor

Okay but, only one more! Because I am in a hurry

A quick peck and a tight hug around his neck and
out the door they scurry

My little Betty Crock-er, made me blue berry muffins again

 

But, that old toaster, burnt my Eggo’s, why...? God only knows
Ah well, the muffins will have to do, as I butter them
Their aroma’s fills the air

I figured by this time
You and baby where half way there

As I get the call a steak of fear rips right through me

And out the door I run

Forgetting the muffins and my gun

 

The radio starts chirping

And then screaming hits the air

With lights and sirens blasting

I make a bee line for the school

Hoping to beat you there

A fire ball

 

The tanker split into

 

The parking lot and the building were a blazing

The heat, the heat, metal is melting

No flesh remaining!

These were the visions in my head

I fell to my knees, wishing I too were dead

Then a little known hand and a wedding band

Are placed upon my shoulders

A cry of relief now fills the air


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



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"Then Came Baby, Blue"~ By Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of a Troubling Pregnancy

 

 

"Then Came Baby, Blue"

 

I told you I wanted a baby girl; big mistake
Me and my big mouth; now what will it take?

I strained and restrained to eat those words again
Because of the risk you would so selfishly make

I told you: "Most people believe that blood is thicker than water"
I said: "Water is the blood of the universe and it is pure to all who live in it"

What do you mean? You said:

I said: "When blood freezes it destroys its self when boiled it turns to dirt or blackened ash"

Water I said: "When frozen it gets hard but is not changed; for it is charged"

I continued:

"When boiled it becomes a mist and soon becomes the rain; turning back from once it came."

I said: "It matters not to me who they be who they become that is what matters to me"

You still did not get my point!

I said again: "You are so precious to me I would not take the chance"

Although your faith in the matter I did not question

It was just natures way of advancing

That is what scared me to death

I said: "I know it matters to you that you feel this child grow in side of you"

I said: "A womb is just a room"

And were you were concerned

I could not take that chance!

Again you would not hear me

 

I pleaded to myself; in my mind
I did not want to risk being left behind

 because of
The risk you wished to take

I would deny you if only I could
But, because of who I am

I could not

 Free Will
Is ingrained inside of me

To the very members of my soul

So the matter was solved
And then came our baby blue

Silent and Still...

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Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"You Don't Know Me!"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Poetry: A Rant of Self!

 

 "You Don't Know Me!"

 

 You don’t know me! No one can
I am a mystery even to me, I am
A foreign man in a forbidden land

Living lies, alibi’s, secrets cry
No soul for it is gone; stolen
From a child as easily as candy

Now the man sustain by Brandy
Red blood wine and barrels of beer
Dissipating fears; my dear, the leers

Staring silently at an empty shell
A man residing in Hell
Trying to escape daily

Only to return from whence he came
Contemplating plainly; life is but a game
No more Lions to tame

Stuffed mammal’s have become reptiles
Turtles without shells
Blood suckers mainly

I once was a saint twas clear
Never an ounce of fear
Not even a twitch until that bitch

Gutted and De-veined me; design for her dinner
And me thinking I was the winner
What did she think

That I’d be taken by a wink
She has thrown at me everything
Including the kitchen sink

She too thought she knew, me
And just like you, she left me
I see flames, but feel no pain

For I am an empty shell
For none can pretend to see
I admitted it! You don’t know me 

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

 

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"Child's Play"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Poetry: Tragedy Befalls Us All, and When We Least Expect It

"Child's Play"

 

Red light, green light, let’s stay out all night

Red rover, red rover, please send Sweet Pea on over

One, two, three, and ABC’s are you still in love with me?

Bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish how many kisses do you wish?

Engine, engine, number nine, oh girl you feel so fine

Shimmy, shimmy, coco pop I love you and I won’t stop

Jumping jacks, jumping rope, baseball cards, and comic books

Super balls and shopping mall, my darling we did it all

Five and Dime just wasting time

Picnicking, down by the lake, what’s that you say!

 We are late?

Our first car, our first home, my you’re such a pretty lady

Push now! Here he, comes, now we have our son

One more time, here she comes, our little lady

Sweet Pea I love you so, you just do not know

Then all three of you upped and left me

From bumper cars, to chicks in bars
From jumping rope, to shooting up dope

It was just to much to bare

Losing all of you there

From: Water balloons and shooting the moon
To: Wishing to God; it will, all be over soon

I miss you all so, you just do not know

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Cops and Feelings"~ By Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Cops are People Too!

"Cops and Feelings"

 

Twisting siring pain but, yet such pleasure

A gentle kiss the remiss; then passions surrenders

Cupped and flattened: is it just pawing?

Warm streams of salty sweat; he is working

A sigh, a smile, a tear, and no fears

She desires him to do whatever

But, what is It that she pleasures?

He stares into her hazing eyes

Is he only guessing?

She is not pressing

Limp, but still responding she, slowly, is withdrawn

Now the poor fool he is advancing

She is no longer retreating but, now the tides are turning

He sly’s away, and now she is pursing

They crash, nostrils flare; musk and chills, fill the air

Goose pimples are spreading

Embraces and playful biting

Grab assing, tearing zippers, and buttons poppin’

In the chilling V. W. windows are a fogging

Flesh revealed, bare ass naked

There comes a tapping

Lovers point; what the hell, were we thinking?

Leisurely rewards, nah fifteen hundred in citations

Why didn’t we just park down at the station? 

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"Sinbad's Misery"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Of a Lost Love One

"Sinbad's Misery"

 

You are always on my mind
I can not break these ties, that bind

I can not keep you, from slipping in
You are my lover, my… my friend

Although it is a relief for me
Temporarily, relieved; freed

From time to time I keep time, yet still I am
Letting  you, silently slip back in

It seems, only and too often  I’ved
Sailed these Forbidden Seas

Encompassed by the pain, with
The jealousy, and plain old disdain

With never a hint of empathy
You showed me, no sympathy

The torment will not relent
Or was it too, heaven sent?

Your smiles traverse me so
Into my simple mind and my soul

Exploding, each and every memory
Every dream, I have ever dreamt of you

No comfort can I find, for still
I am a bit, dazed and confused

Still; not over you
Will I, that I’d never be, over you?

I can’t let you go
When will this tragedy play out?

Have you forgiven me?
Do you still remember me?

When did you stop loving me, with all of your heart?
Was it something that I done or that we could have fixed?

Why wouldn’t your kiss, be goodbye?
Was this one; at last too, that little lie?

It could have given me; a place, to start
Mending my broken soul and mine  heart

I forgiven you my dear
I’m forever wishing you were here

This is the end of me, my mate
Looks like love has sealed It my fate

Oh how I wished; you would have
Plunged that steel dagger, into me

You will see, I will love you
Forever and a day

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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