Poetry Writes & Stuff from Sinbad the Sailor Man: February 2016

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Friday, February 12, 2016

"Angels Cry" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Rushing the Land Masses, Cutting and Gorging the Lands, as With Hands These Mighty Rivers...

As the Poet begins to write one of his very first poems. He begins to witness the fallen angel's, that Donald saw fall from Heaven, and then their encasement into the City of Atlantis, by God's Holy Spirit. As seen through the eyes of the Angel Donald, when at first it was seen and witnessed by him.

"Angels Cry"

i’ve been alive three thousand plus years

i’ve seen a single tear amass in turn into streams, then rivers they become

Filling the depressions upon the lands, lakes they became

Dammed up unwilling to break; when broken, torrents they become

Rushing the land masses, cutting and gorging the lands, as with hands

Mighty rivers streaming to the seas; they became oceans

A falling angel not yet fallen; a brother of the mighty Michael

The one who cast that old Dragon out

That sinful devil; so full of pride, it is he they hide me from

Because from betwixt his lips, he did but dare; kiss me, with a lie

“they will take Him from Us they will you know’

These humans, they must go We were first, you know this much, is true

The Mighty One has uncannily harmed Us by letting them reproduce

Let Us not take the hurt

A war We must make; We deserve Our just desserts

i was thrown from heaven; down to the earth, by my dear brother

“Our Lords Warrior” and one other

Before the war: Lost in the aftermath of “The Great War”

Micheal’s brother, his mind erased of all; but, where he, came from

and not why he, is here now

my God He hides His face from me, and i do not understand

my wings have be torn away; away from me they are

For i am no more a citizen of Heaven’s sweet land

But, now a citizen of this earth; yet , my reproduction is given; just not my rebirth

i’ve been walking this ball of clay, without my brothers or sisters; if you will

Now all of us, just lambs

Baying

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"Back to My Future" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: For Fun, a Little Spout Off From a Sad Sacked Poet

Poetry for fun, a little twist to sad sack poetry, that is often times found in abundance from new poets and writers a like.

Back to My Future

Everything remains the same
The birds still sing and fly
The sun still rises

And it still falls, then sets
The tide still rolls in
And it still slips away, everyday

This earth of ours, it is
Such a well oiled, machine
Still to this very day

Flowers sprouting, blooming
And then dying
If only I could, I would

But, everything is still
The same for me
I am lost in history

“Ours”

That was my worst subject in school
History
I hated it

It always implied
That things were over and done
Like where we are today

Although it was our future
I was looking into
And yet

I don’t know where
That little monkey came from
Or where he, went

But, if I ever track him down
He is a goner
Because, I have a banana

And a bullet, with
His name on it
Bad, monkey bad

I’ll beat him to death
With his own damned wrench
Oh well I’ve a history to get over

For it’s back to my future
With out you
You do know

That I still love you?

Don’t you?

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"My Locked up Heart" ~By Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of unbelief and a strong desire to be restored

The poets plea of undying love, even after the absents of time and loss from his lover. He is still wishing to be redeemed and restored.

"My Locked up Heart"

Moonbeams and sunlight, one is
always trying to drown out the other

A continual fight, day by day
by the dark of night or the light of day

Homage paid, games I would not play, is this why you went away?
I told you so many times, there is no other love like mine

It lies deep beneath, in a still and silent mountain, like a dormant volcano
The silent mountain, is all that you see, but beneath it is a sea of lava

Full of bright reds and oranges, the occasional yellows, and blues
For once this furnace stops glowing, blowing ashes of Gray dust

It will harden into blacken sand

I love you, I always have and I always will
At least, the you that loved me

I know it still lurks deep inside of you
As my injured soul does me

But, I fear my dear, it may be lost forever
In a pool of your failing tears

In your fractured heart it lies, as you do
To your new man and he tries

So hard he tries, to keep it together, for you
But, hear me my lover, once it does explode, and it will

Into millions of silvery pieces; as fine as the dust of lust
I know this, because mine has already done so, in me you must trust

Once it does explode the tears shall truly come
Once you realize what we both have done

No matter how well maintained, these fractures are, they will break
Your heart, maybe not here in the open, filleted and displayed

Forever only one for to see, believe me no one but I, will know
Or will be able to tell, I know the look of the silence, that fell

But, yet hidden deep beneath, in my locked up heart
I will know, when yours will need replacing

So let it be me, please!
I will give you mine again

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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

We Have Gotten Our First Crew Member on the 6th of February Please Welcome!

We have finally Shanghied... I mean gotten our first new crew member! She came aboard on the 6th of February 2016

Please Welcome!

Catherine, to the Captains Battle Ship "The Lover of Lost Souls"

Catherine will lead off our First leg in our Down-line and She be our first lady team member.

We hope and pray you have joined this crew for the "Full Cruise" The Long Haul and not just one leg of our Journey!

Your cut of The Treasure awaits you, Cathrine, as well does ours.

Again, welcome to the Captain's Battle Ship!

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Saturday, February 6, 2016

"Desperation's are Only Weapons" ~By Sinbad the Sailor Man

Desperation’s are Only Weapons When we Use Them to Sway Decisions and Then Speaking Without Thinking...

A short story poem, with insights and hints of betrayal, and then the sudden anger remembered from it. Which lowly creature, spun what lie and stolen our Paradise?

"Desperation's are Only Weapons"

Desperation’s are only weapons
When we use them to sway
And do not use our words to say

I loved you and still I do today

I so remember watching you disrobe
For the first time uninhibited by
Shame or concern of what not

A gift of love that will never every
Be forgot
For that moment in time

I was yours and you were mine
Like Adam and Eve in the garden
There we needed no pardon

Where and When did this, wanting
Shame and Concern creep in again
What was it that put us so at un-ease with each other

Which sin, who sinned, when and why did it begin?

Which lowly creature
Spun what lie
And stolen our Paradise

Away from you and I

I’ve known of the mistrust and
Where it lied but, I did put it away
Until you threatened me, with a separation day

Then I regurgitated it up, distasteful though it was
I forgave you then and put it on a shelf
To be left alone

But I pulled it back out
Like a weapon
Not to hurt or to strike you with

God alone knows this to be true
Those words you threw at me
When I needed you most

They were eviler then Satan, himself
Although it was out of sight, it was not forgotten
It would have faded away forever

If only, you would have stayed

I wish for it to have never happened

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"Secretly Seduced was She and Then He" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

A Religious Zealot, Sinbad the Sailor Man's Thoughts on What Happened in the Garden of Eden

Reflections on what happened in the Garden of Eden from a very zestful fanatical believer and the Captain of his own Ship, the fair Lady the "Lover of Lost Souls"

The garden

Secretly Seduced was She and Then He

There was no apple in the garden of figs

No Law, no inhibitions, there was no sin

To begin the Garden was a place created with out

Where nudity was not seen even though every one there was naked

There where, they could freely partake of every tree, except one

Some one there was under the gun

Some one was being tested; he would turn

Heaven is, what Heaven was

The Garden was it not placed here, on this now our earth?

Oh man what a plan and whose it is

How subtle this devil really is, how cunning, and crafty; to destroy our paradise

He sealed his own fate with one sentence

With a gift every man or woman could have wanted; to be Omnivorous

To be as God to have our eyes wide opened to know that which God does

To truly live forgot she of the Father’s warning not to eat or even to touch

This tree of Knowledge of Good and evil

For when you do you shall surely die

God didn’t say when or why, for time was of no matter then

Until they all disobeyed that clock did not start ticking

Satan didn’t want us to live, to partake, or to share; he wanted us gone

And he still does you all should know and be aware

This is why he did what he did

Oh he was most fair to look upon to every one

God himself said he made him the “full pattern”

Even the angels did not dare test him

Further still he did instruct a third of Heaven

Maybe that is why he was there in the Garden ; for instruction

We’ll have to wait till the conclusion of this our story

Oh little children do not worry

I have read the ending to this story; the first book

I eagerly await, to never see its sequel

Amen

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The Mountains of the Snow's

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"Hidden Gold" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

It Lies Deep Beneath the Mud and Muck, This Golden Treasure, Hidden Under Rushing Fears and Rivers of Tears.

Seed begins to grow beneath the mountains of the Snow's. A seed planted and revealed; and then its fruit is revealed for the first time, but it has become to late, for the one who planted it.

Hidden Gold

It lies deep beneath the mud and the muck
Under rushing fears and rivers of tears
Stones; entrusted rocks

Filled only by the one with the yellow locks
Who taught and taught
Life with out love, is not

Forlorn Cads; stormed and torn these mountains
Rushing waters run around, snowy mounds
Nuggets therefore thrown upon the frozen grounds

Heart aches unmentioned
Mined for; by only Fools
Rusted chunks of iron

Seed begins to grow
Beneath the mountains of Snow's
Yet her soul, is and was set a glow

Broken glass, pouting lips
Sinking; a battling ship
Stuffed within her, a wondrous treasure

Deep beneath the freezing seas
The golden son, sups beneath these trees
Rooted within the sands of old, a young lad begins to grow

These devils pretend; men never again to be
And Satan, Captain of them all, but only thieves
They return once more to be redeemed

This dame and her flames of unwavering favor
Passages from Hell befell, Satan smelled and savored
Melting Snow's; UN-flavored, and UN-wavered

Stolen mounds they did, from Holy Grounds
Unholy men must be weighed and measured
Hidden within the Snow's; one young master

Within him Rings an unmeasured Talent
The Master is worth his weight in gold
No pirates soul was found alive

Only solid gold abounds, and thrives
Beneath his flesh, her only love runs through
But at last, a final word and then the truth

Upon It's chest, a lock of Golden's hair
Perched between It's hands a sword
Wrapped is he, in a darkened gown

Reclaimed the locket that once was worn by his Holy Mother
Who's golden heart clenched the young master
From the heathen's deathly hands, he laid them all asunder

Its now the Holy Mothers, only son
These sisters gather round, Golden's boy
As they lower (Satan's clowns) into the ground

This Devil did not know or did he hear
Of their Golden's boy, hidden there
Planted years ago, among the Snow's

So carelessly by he

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"The Patter of Little Feet" ~By Sinbad the Sailor Man

A Story Poem, of a Man's Story as Told Through the Eyes of One of His, Children

A story of a father's life, after his divorce. As told through the eyes of one of his children and their eyes. "The Patter of Little Feet" was a teary eyed tale for this author to write. As it parallels his own life story.

"The Patter of Little Feet"

No longer do they dance about gleefully, after ever pout
With out a doubt, the magic is now gone

There remains a frown; a smile turned up side down
No more pleading daddy why, why can’t we stay

Why are these things this way?
Only mommy answers questions now

She gives the directions and how
Daddy, when will we dance again?

They are now four from five, and there for
The one, his tear drops fly
Mommy said: that she and daddy were through

There was nothing we three could do
We did not understand her words, we just cried, too
Daddy left our home, after my brother’s ninth birthday party

And he thought that he did some thing wrong
But, daddy said: that he did not
And that he shouldn’t feel that way

Daddy said: that he didn’t know what did go wrong
And that’s about all he could say
There is a new baby at our new house

There he dances and he watches Mickey Mouse
There his daddy plays with him, alone

This is his house, he has made that perfectly clear
His baby gets our moms attention too, now; and we tear

We no longer; do get enough, we fear
Why has our life’s become so tough? We tear

Mom’s new man doesn’t play with us
And we do not under stand
But, silently we care

He doesn’t say he loves or
That he even cares
Why is our life so unfair?

He puts my dad and my brothers down
He pays to much attention to me
And that makes my brother’s frown

We three do hear the patter of, his son’s little feet
As they walk all over us
We think our little brother is sweet

But, not really, he is spoiled

Things here really stink
We try to be happy for our mom
But, we are not

It is not the same
Mom she is pretending to be sane
I no longer believe she is

No one here is really happy
We all think our lives now, are truly crappy
I know she is not happy; our mom

She will not marry him
And now she can not
He only pretends to be, like my dad

But, he did things to me, that were bad
And then he said I was bad, that made me sad
So I told my dad

And he got really mad
So mad, that he promised mom
That he would kill him, if she didn’t leave him

So now, every thing is all a mess
Mom’s boyfriend did confess

But, still daddy is not allowed to come around
The Judges have him on restraints

Because; mommy said, he was insane
But, she knew for sure, that daddy didn’t lie
So they lock my mom ‘s old man away

We see our dad around town, now and again
He always has a smile for us, he loves us
He must, for when we part; and go our separated ways

I can see him cry to the patter of defeat

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"Under the Weeping Willow Tree" ~By Sinbad the Sailor Man

A Story Poem, of Life's Hard Choices and Reflections of Loves Failings, Pro-Life! It Is Not a Choice!

The author is attempting to relate three generations and never imply a actual personage, but instead an actual time-line of events, common in our world today. Pro-Life! It Is Not a Choice!

"Under the Weeping Willow Tree"

A gift was given to the world wrapped up with out an ounce of love or joy
It grew a short bit of time until it was found out it might have been a boy

A young wounded child of God or not, taught by society to fear our Father not
This young lass feared the rebuke and the responsibility of bearing such a thing, this ill-gotten fruit

Little Darling labored hard in her decision of life or death she wished to fore go her first real test
She remembered she had always wished to be loved and wondered if she could destroy some others

Dreams, now given away

Poor Little, Darling has never believed in much of anything, she never felt her mother’s touch, for her Mother was put away
Raised in the Hellish Orphanage where the Devil wielded the caretaker’s hands

Poor Little, Darling always thought there was more to this world of filthy lucre and liquor
She has seen it in others, in their mothers eyes, were these too, just lies?

Poor Little, Darling wondered how and why she has lived the life she has lived
In disgust Poor Little, Darling wanted it not for this child she thought she could not love, but in her sadden views

Shown a bit, a little light on the paper that she read, atop of her new found Bible book
In an odd ad that read; please help! Young couple wants child badly they pleaded in desperation

We will pay fifty thousand plus expenses there was a brief description of their qualifications
A young handsome couple with everything money could buy and very thing a child could want

Or so this young, life-lined, schooled, girl thought

Than Poor Little, Darling began to wonder can a soul be bought? Even Christ paid, but He left the choice up to us
What should I do? That she could not decide as she sat on that lonely park bench, the one she had often placed her head in

Her empty folded hands, she clenched as she cried, why? Why me, Lord why, me? What should I do? They could be cruel too
Should I send this child back to you?

Just than came along old Tom a black cat, purring and wagging his tail
Poor Little, Darling knew him all too well, as she sat often and fed him scraps of her scraps

She begun to pet and talk to him when just then, fell upon the thick green lawn, from the heavens above
A baby sparrow’s throne, thrown out from her nest; the young chick had failed to fly her first test

This confused little darling, landed alright, but floundered a bit and then ran under the very bench were Poor Little, Darling and Tom sit
Now Tom was all excited a free lunch he thought, but Poor Little, Darling would not let that old cat go, to claim this prize

So Tom began to meow and too cry, but she held him tight
As Poor Little, Darling sat there and cried a young bearded man passing by asked her why?

Then He seen the fallen sparrow chirping and Tom hissing and clawing
He scooped the young chick up and gently told her to fly back to her low lined nest

Into the Weeping Willow Tree, she fluttered a while and then from out of his hands
This lady of the light she took flight, Poor Little, Darling then let that old cat go

As Tom danced around the bottom of the tree
Poor Little, Darling she turned instantly; to try and thank the young man, but he had to be on his way

As He went He said: ”Have a good day and may The Father bless you”
She wore a slighted smile as He walked away, her decision she just then made

Life is a gift, one mustn’t throw it or give it away

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