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Monday, January 4, 2016

"Sinbad the Sailor Man’s Interest with the Rhime of "The" Ancient Mariner Part One Verses 15 & 16" ~Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

Sinbad the Sailor Man’s Interest with the Rhime of "The" Ancient Mariner Part One Verses 15 &16



"The Rhime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Coleridge

A Dissection by a religious Zealot, the Captain of His Own Ship, the Fair Lady the "Lover of Lost Souls" Captain: Sinbad, the Sailor Man

A forum I found at http://gradesaver.com/

I will attempt to explain; How I a Man of faith view a poem written by a Schooled man of Faith, and in a time of worries.


For those of you who have followed and read my poems and articles you may or may not know, I write poems mostly, but do on occasion write opinionated religious banter as seen through the Captains Eyes.

I have written verses one through fourteen of Part One of “The Rhime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Coleridge with wikinut.com and I thought that I would write these next two verses with Triond.com to draw those who are interested in my works to some of my others, here on the Inter-net.

So Here we go:
A dissection by a religious Zealot! Captain Sinbad, the Sailor Man

Again I will remind you all, I have no formal teachings on the theology of the Christian faith or its so claimed Church. But I do read the Good Book from time to time and listen a lot to what others have to say about the legal Document they have come to worship, the Holy Bible.

 I on the other hand prefer the Story of the Book and the Stories contain within in IT.

I believe the truth is hidden within the story. And as you come to believe with Faith and accept the Truth of the nature of God and His only begotten Son the Lord Jesus, the Christ and the Saviour of us all! You may also see what I see.

Verse 15 of Part One
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

The ice was here, the ice was there, 
From the preceding verses of this writes dissection,  you will see I refer to the ice as more then just a form of the water, but also a condition of the water or the Spirit or emotions of the Father at this point in time.

You might ask does God even have emotions? I would assure you, He most definitely does, God is the Master Mold that we were all cut from, every thing we have ever imagined. God has already experienced and defined as either Good or Evil, Light or Dark, Just or Unjust, everything! Nothing is new under our sun or His Son.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
Ice again is a reference to GOD as is water, Mist, snow, rain, seas, lakes, oceans, the deep, rivers, streams, etc, etc. Ice implies cold and hard solid. Satan is saying,God has become Cold and Hard, UN-bending, UN- yielding, on this one point.

The ice was all around: 
Satan again is claiming what so many of today's unbelievers are claiming, If there is a GOD why is He so unfair so Unwilling, to give to me what He has and I want. After all I am His child, His creation, and I want It, yes we all want what we want.

Like a spoiled little child does, but not every thing is in our power to control and to handle. Not everything is good for everyone while it is in that child’s hands. This  is the point God is trying to teach the “Light Giver” or Barer, Lucifer who thinks he has come of age. So he is seeing everything as a spoiled little child would, but he knows better.

It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, 
 I don’t know if you every been upon a glacier or an ice pack or frozen lake when it starts this action and these noises, it is an awful frightening experienced, especially if you have fallen into the frozen waters beneath this fragile barrier before, but who is the one experiencing this eerie feeling?

Is it God, is it Satan, or is it Creation itself? Questions that we may never have answered.

Like noises in a swound!
 Here take special notice of this word Swound A misspelling? Or and old world word for swoon: a rapture or to faint due to a romantic advance or overload? I would venture it was both for the swoon lead to a wound or wound(s).

Poets and writers of old, had plenty of time to play with words, in fact they lived and/or died by them, not unlike some of today's poets, in other third world Countries still do.

Yes I would venture (s)wound(!) was a stealthy way to imply the wound and /or wounds that Satan claimed and that was being done or about to be done, because of these rebellious few.

As I have stated before the information I will depict and share, is all questionable and opinionated by the Inner man of Spirit and not the outer man of Flesh and it will require meditation and asking of the Father and His comforter the Holy Spirit, to see the parallels of this poem and the Good Book’s Story.

Sinbad is a Religious Zealot, filled with zeal for the story. He has a depth about him that others may or may not, a true gift? Maybe or maybe he is just nuts, but I think he is not. Donnie

Verse 16 of Part One
At length did cross an Albatross:
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God’s name.

At length did cross an Albatross:
OK now we are back to the depth of your beliefs in whether you are a believer or a non believer. Everybody secretly wants too, if not, most want to go to Heaven.The only problem is they don’t want God, to be there when they arrive.

The believer most definitely does, for they know or understand that God is the only ONE, that has and can maintain it.

Some have heard that Heaven was or is divided into thirds. Some can’t bring themselves to this, others wont except it, but we live a reminder of it, all of our lives.

Past, Present, and Future I think it is, just that easy! Others say no,no, and they say it loudly, which neither makes it right or wrong just loud.

At length did cross an Albatross:
The length of a ship is from aft to stern or visa verser a, from stern to aft. From beginning to the ending or from the ending to the beginning or from the front  to the back. A little mind twisting here, but remember God is never effected by time, but we now are.

Three Parts of Heaven, three God Heads, Father is One, Son is One, and The Holy Ghost, was and is One. Remember Time has no effect on GOD, remember it is not conceivable to our human minds while they reside in these flesh bodies, remember we are also Spirit.

It is much to digest truly it is. Further ahead in this write more will be revealed of these conditions of being.

At length did cross an Albatross:
Much is implied by this vision and visitation of this particular bird, A large white Bird which at this point in time would have been a known blessing or good sign or omen, by the Crew at least. The crew knew all about this Albatross which most agree is the Lord Jesus and rightly so.

Thorough the fog it came; 
Pay Close attention to the first Word most would glance over it and the mind may tell you, it is actually through the fog it came, but it is not a mistake or a misuse, it was chosen to imply perfection which our Lord Jesus Was and Is.

A completed work with a definite purpose. Which is why Jesus was sent, keep in mind this is Satan speaking to GOD the Father. As God is on His way, to complete the wedding of Jesus and the Bride or the Church or the lost children.

As if it had been a Christian soul,
OK again the stealth of the writer is about to take place here, he is going to imply the Albatross is what he is not,but did become.

Remember the writer is telling the story as if, being told by Satan to the Father. So he is making the same old claims, that Jesus was not a man or human, but in fact was a God. Then Satan confirms it or tries to, by stating that they hailed (it) being the man or human in GOD’s Name.

We hailed it in God’s name. 
 OK now again remember who is telling whom the story and remember it is not always easy, to keep everything stealthy and clicking for the UN-intended readers of this write.

Remember this is a plea to the Creator from one who has cause insurmountable hurt, harm, and destruction. But, even still claims no fault.

This is Satan saying that he did right by Jesus, which we all know is not true, but remember their is no truth found in Satan.

This is how he received his name from GOD in the first place. This is the reason we are all here going through what we all must go through.

I make no claims to know or to be any one special in this dissection.

This is just some thing that I was struck to do, and so I did it! And I will try to complete the whole write.

This is a rather lengthy Write and this will take me some time to complete, as I am rather busy building my empire .

No offense is intended or was meant I just like this write and what it made me feel and see. Thank you Donnie/Sinbad the Sailor Man

Part I Verses 1&2
Part I Verses 3&4
Part I Verses 5&6
Part I Verses 7&8
Part I Verses 9&10
Part I Verses 11&12
Part I Verses 13&14

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Monday, February 24, 2014

"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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"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



A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man





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Monday, February 17, 2014

"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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Thursday, February 13, 2014

"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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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

"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...


by
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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Monday, February 10, 2014

"A Tulip is Only, But a Flower"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections about Pro Life in Nature


"A Tulip is Only, But a Flower"


As pretty maids wait in rows, their twists of fate unfold
So then do the desires of these newly conceived flowers
They burst from bulbs and/or sprout from seeds
They proceed on the grounds of mankind's turf
From around and about a dead man's tomb

Or in their mothers womb, our earth
Their budding tells the tale of life's rebirth
Their only worth to be a blessing for the bees
They perfume our world and bring forth new seed
Bright yellows, dark reds, brilliant whites, and deep purples

Accented with stems of green, fresh air is being born
Straight towards the heavens the air, it is sent
Fragile tiny cups, with tales yet to be unfolded
With broken handles gone, no shelf to be put upon
Banishment now made, only lawns of green are seen

When reviled, their scene becomes so serene
So vital they are but, yet when plucked
It becomes so final, they die
Deep within nectar was lain there, inside
Waiting to be supped up by cheery little butterflies

Busy bees and humming birds
Or by those pesky flies use to dinning on turds
Within them lies a mystery, a great debate
By accident, design, or fate
They were seeded and put into play

But, now the ripping of the petals torn, we love them not
Who willed them here, and who decides their fate
Feared  by us, hated by us, and ashamed they made us, its now too late
They whispered, they shouted, let us out, let us be, let us grow
But, no we'll de-seed and have it our way, it is after all our time to live

Ripped from their beds alive, confused and in pain
You tossed us into their bloody metal tray
And then we all are betrayed to the compost heap
What force commanded us to come and grow
The two lips of God, human desires, or evil unseen

It matters not, we will all be feasted upon by  the worms
A Rose is but, a prickly tease
A Danny Lion roars for sure
Because he is just a weed
And Baby's Breath is what? Is not

Another choice played out , how many do we get?
Bounced into play, on bending knees and yet the ball was dropped
So  a tulip is, but a flower
And the oaths of men are, but words
When pulled; they all lie in the dirt, and are lain to waste


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



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"Forgot-ton"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of Disgust by Love Lost 



"Forgot-ton"


Look into your heart

 Through Its endless layers
Where I have been buried

Yet still I am,  alive
 By whatever evil

Being

Turn back the hands of time
To the beginning

Where love bloomed
Forget this doom

 Its gloom
This fake life, you
Have claimed 

And
Choose to sustain

One in which you, will not
Utter, my name

Utter my, name
Utter my Name!

Or even think of It
 Least you remember me
Your lover

Although I failed you somehow
Did not a chance remain?

To fix whatever damage, that was done
Blindsided by a big red truck

Swept away, like dirt upon the floor
Flung into the dung-heap

Did you, ever lose any sleep?
One day I was still your lover

And then the other
Forgotten


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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Friday, January 24, 2014

"Love Conquers All"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of the Disillusions, About Loves Almighty Power

"Love Conquers All"

I too; once believed that this old nursery rhyme was true
For now my eyes are weeping and my brain is battered and bruised

Fish eyes, dried and raspberry foam, have come to replace this; fairy's tale
For now I am  dreamless and all alone; scared and scarred

I was a champion too, a defender of; this encouraging lie
For this fairy tale; I would behead O-gars and defile deadly Demons

For I was so, convinced of Its truth
I myself forgot, it was just a nursery rhyme, meant to sooth

Oh wear on me Soothe-say er grind me down once more
Tell me the tale
Whisper it once more

Its sweet words into my ears
For life is now unholy and so full of our tears

I wish again, to dream as lovers do
Bring me back from the other side

Let me, not die here in the silence and the dark
 but
Brighten my spirit and lift my heart


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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PitCures in Time

Poem: The Healing Powers of Memories and Pictures Stored

A snap shot frozen in time
Weathered in vinegar or wine

Pixels spread in hues of reds, yellows, and  greens
A scene is seen; a clip of time instilled in ones mind

Black and white or blazing in Technicolor
Never any worry of any other

Albums collected and stored
Maintained, oh what a chore

A labor of love for sure
Whenever I recall my memories from

Never realizing I was under the gun
From times beginning tale; the world spun

Oh whatever, I did feel the nudge
And I can recall the feelings rendered
For time served; oh fudge

I wish I could crawl right back in
Into some of my lost shots of sin

All my wide grins, tin cans, and sand
The wedding, the golden band; your tan

To crawl back in bed with you once more
The things I would change; for that once more

Some say they would not change one thing
Oh God; dear sir, I place no blame on anything

But the focus of the shots
If time could be re-bought
For I was playing in a rigged game

How was it, I kept from going insane?
Was it the music playing deep within my brain
Or was it the beat to the continual rain?

Where are all these cares stacked?

Am I this ages Job?
Or is it my frontal lobe?

Will this story's truth ever be told
I did sell my soul for glimpses of gold

Would I sell it once more?

You bet!


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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"My Callous Hands" ~By Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

 


My Callous Hands

Has been selected for publication @Triond.com

On July 4th 2010

http://authspot.com/poetry/my-callous-hands/

by Sinbad the Sailor Man



Poetry: A poem with Religious Content.


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                      "My Callous Hands"

My callous hands work through out the day
They work continually trying to eek out a position in this old dirty world
In so doing they have become thick and rough and oh so tough
When young I was the world turned so slowly; my hands were ever so smooth
Never ever did I seem so lonely; I was easily relieved and received

But seasoning and wine have me serving time alone
I've callously turned my eyes away from my youthful dreams
Blistered my hands and my mind one might say
I have over worked them

My callous heart it beats precisely and only as it needs
For in younger days it fluttered and dance nearly flew
At every chance of romance it would beat
As native drums would beat; those that were on the path
Singled out from the war of love; now my heart willingly rests

It would not beat at all, if this tongue of mine
Could give up the chocolates and the sweets or the bitters and the wine
Dry, cracked, and scarred I fold these callous hands

On bended knees I plead, Father please, hear me
Dear Lord I am a broken man, please take me, as I am
If you can heal me once again, please do
Use me too, to do your deeds, use me please
For I need, to be needed, yes I do

Dear God in Heaven I am begging of you
Do not let me rot away, here in this dirty old world, today
At least not in this way, broken and torn

A prayer I have written, on my calloused heart
Callously written by, my calloused hands
I send my soul into your hands
Father

                by
Sinbad the Sailor Man



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