"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

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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"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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"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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"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...

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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