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Friday, January 15, 2016

"The Vault" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry; Reflections of a Favorite Appliance, at a Favorite Loved One's Home

From the mid Fifties through the Early Sixties a special Appliance was fondly remembered around a table one night, which lead to this write. 

 

"The Vault"


It was not as big as Fort Knox
But, at times it seemed to be
As filled; but It did not hold, all that much

Nothing as precious as the Nation’s gold
Though at times; it, was as guarded
As if, it were or did

What was kept within this secluded box?
White and chrome with accents of gold
Stuffed in the basement behind, the bar’s shielding sight

Things kept in the dark;
Where children did not dare to go
At least not alone, or by their selves

Most of the time, it was a magical drink
Kept ice cold and bottled in glass
Sometimes sweets from a far off land

And even lambs, hams, and turkeys
Cookies of every shape and size
Colored eggs, though not by Faberge`

No, but still as golden to us, at least
How could this simple old woman;
Who lived mostly by herself

Amount such fortunes, and
Now a days, I can’t even fill my, Refrigerator
Modest and humble was she, and

This magical box, it sat almost empty
Throughout the year, until some special day
Would come around, and then wham!

Over night it was,magically filled
Even over stuffed, with stuff
As were the cabinets in her old house

Food would lay every where, as well as furs
Minks and leather robes and coats;
People would come from across the sea, too

To see; this hidden box
Tucked away
In her basement

And when they, had all left
Emptied of its contents, it always was
She had given everything, away

But, enduring the rest of the year
Only the Royal Crowns, jewels that they were, to us
And the Golden Beers; our uncles, favorites

They would always magically appear;
Kept there, ice cold and never frozen
In this unnatural, Natural Gas

Ice Box!



A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



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"The Girl in a Bottle" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry: A Drunken Sailor Walks a Secluded Beach, and Spy's Something Upon the Sands

 The death of a fabled being, or the discovery of one?

 

The Jewel Encrusted Bottle

"The Girl in a Bottle"


I found her there beside the ocean fair

Cold and motionless; in an antiquated black

Bikini

She was pale white and quite a sight to behold

Although she appeared alive she was most assuredly

Dead

What could have befallen this lovely creature?

Her hair was not golden or brown, but more a burnt auburn

She was of medium height; and such a delight to behold

Her frame was architecturally sound and well constructed

A lovely girl, bejeweled; with gold, gem stones and silver

She was picturesque

Beside her laid a mysterious jewel encrusted bottle

I picked it up and popped the top off

With a small and sudden pop

Came a meek, pink tempest, it raced about quite proficiently

It encompassed her, lifting her body above the sand

The only movement was the whisking of her ponytail

As she started to whirl around and around

Then with an astounding “poof” the body, it was gone

And so was that bottle

I lighted down to the ground, and sat, and pondered

To what drink was I on, was it bad, was I mad?

or

Was this my Genie's burial?



A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



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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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Thursday, February 13, 2014

"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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Sunday, December 8, 2013

"Stolen Time Displaced"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections on Time Lost


"Stolen Time Displaced"


We woke together softly and secured
We played endlessly forever to endure

Guarded creations and interventions made
Post war, per war, causes for; plans to be delayed

New inventions, secretes untold and then
They unfold making way for things anew that bend

Nothing is new under our sun
Not since this old life of ours begun

Tears are watered down
Necromancers still abound

The dawn still wears her tarnished golden gown
Pixies and Fairies still dance and come around

True; they and their things, have been displaced
But, not one single one, has yet to been erased

Vested and tested we, but you all, broke the mold
Tell me do; what true value does, have your gold

Turned my fingers green minors mind by fools
Useless humans ruled with unwanted rules

Never bending their backs or bending their knees
Yet still, they pick up sticks and swat at the busy bees

Fleas upon the dogs of war
Let the Eagle sore, soar

Let them restore the time which was golden
Time which was lost and stolen

Or that which was displaced
By slothful humans of the Human Race

These; they them selves, have done it to themselves
Stolen time and displaced the whole lot of us

These humans raced


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Monday, September 2, 2013

The Friendship Ring

Reflections on a Lost Love;

A simple silver heart; a simple band of gold
Given to some one, from another passing by
 A token gift of old

Life speeds up and then it drags along
Until all at once It suddenly speeds on by
 And than It is gone

Always meaning to right all our wrong’s
But, yet forgotten
Forgetting the words to every song

While looking through my belongings just the other day
I found a simple little faded note
With some little things attached to it
They dangled

With several strips of transparent tape
Two penny’s, a little silver cross
And what looked to be a gumball ring
They clung there
So intensely 

As I begun to read aloud this note
Signed with good luck and love
Your Gennie

I began to sob so uncontrollably
I had to put it down and wipe my tears away
But, yet somehow it always ended up in front of me
This happened for several days

I knew this note O’ so well
For early on in our relationship
It meant more to me, then I could ever tell
More to me then you will ever know

I had all but forgotten It
Until I verbalized those first few lines
 "Your words, not mine"

Then as a hot and glowing poker
From the fire
I was withdrawn

The steam finally vented from me
 Why did these things you wrote to me
Have no more place in thee?
Why am I a memory to you?
And why are you, but a dream too me? 

You expressed yourself so cleverly way back when
And then

Now why all of this mystery?

But, yet worse then this
 Is the silence in your eyes and
The words that will not speak
No, not one wink

The wheat penny, that is worth more than a single cent;  you were…
You are worth more then gold to me; even much more than platinum, you truly are!

The other penny a  little stamping of JFK right behind the President
You said: “I would always have some one standing right beside of me”
But, yet I stand alone and still

The little silver cross
You were wanting to share your God with me, but He was already mine too
Life did get so hard so fast when your mother past
You know I lost mine too
But, the you that was was already gone
I went through this all alone; It nearly took my life, that night!
And now that gumball ring

Your friendship ring some one special gave it to you
 But, it was not I

You said:
 “No one else has ever had it
and that it belonged with me
That I was your best-est friend!”
And yet
You will not make up with me

Whatever happened
That it became so hard for you
 To talk to me
or
For that matter
For I to talk to you
What is a matter with us?
   
You know how many times I have been walked upon
And kicked around
And I known about your hurts
Too
                  
Did you think
 I no longer had the capacity to forgive
 or
Was it you?

Dear friend, dear wife or X- wife: I am forced to say
You have a funny way of showing your eternal love

To me in this way

So I will bother to send this little note, back your way
 today…
Love your best X- friend, your X- lover, and your X- husband

Sincerely signed Mr. Xed

by
Sinbad the Sailor Man

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Honesty, Weights, and Measures


Honesty, Weights, and Measures

Has been selected for publication @Triond.com

http://authspot.com/poetry/honesty-weights-and-measures/


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poem: Reflections about True weights and measurements.



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Monday, August 2, 2010

Stolen Time Displaced

Stolen Time Displaced

Has been selected for publication @Triond.com

http://authspot.com/poetry/stolen-time-displaced/

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry: Reflections on time lost.


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Thursday, July 29, 2010

The Vault

The Vault
Has been selected for publication @wikinut.com

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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man




From the mid Fifties through the Early Sixties a special Appliance was fondly remembered around a table one night, which lead to this write.


This poem created and developed @Neopoet.com
Neopoet is Bringing Poets Together
Sinbad the Sailor Man
Member since October 10th 2007