Showing posts with label Child. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Child. Show all posts

Saturday, August 27, 2016

"Destiny Ere-Played" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man





"Destiny Ere-Played"

If I were a Poet 
Would I even know It?
I doubt It, don't you see?

For I could not even barely read.
A Dyslexic child backwards born 
Who wouldn't even fight to breathe.

Given to a widowed morning.
Lied to, to whom he was born
Trust and Faith now torn.

The Angels even molted and wept.
They tossed Salt all about my feet
Tried to message me through their text.

Oh why, oh why, am I so Vexed?
If I were the Poet how would I even know It? 
Would I hear unspoken words be said?

Would They too Play and Dance within my head?
All Ghosts unholy "They" tried to mold me!
They make me bleed this ink sometimes red...

If I knew myself the poet
To be...
Could I save this world, truly?

Or from my past records held, would I doom her all to Hell?

But why would I?
Poets care not for Blood!
They seek only the Puritans Love.

If Poets knew truly one another
How boast free they would be!
Never bothering to correct

It is Just until always they must...
Interject! Their Opinions surplanted
Like onions they tear the eyes.

Poets like Onions peeled
Reveal nothing but... 
Just more of the same.

I must be Insane!
To wish to write such dribble
for it sikens me to my very middle.

A flesh bag filled with vial 
Bile Stuffed Organs Moaning
Am I Just a Bag for Holding Shit!

If Thy Belly Button Popped Off!

We'd all spill over the place.
Then be devoured by former Angels
Those fallen Sons, "They' may be the only ones.

Who whispered sweet poetry to me.
Torment me with your words you dirty birds!
For every once in a while there spawns a child.

So Innocent that Angelic Beings Weep

If Only I could pen what I hear 
When the monsters sleep
Words like Iconic tear drops dancing 

Spinning round and round
Upon 
My Minds Ear

True blue Poetry spun from poetic Beings!
Never!
Shall I Hear...



The Man Inside the Man
from
Sinbad the Sailor Man
A
JMK's Production

 

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CYA Later Taters!
Thanks for stopping by.

Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man



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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Donald Beres Jr.~ "The Biggest Challenge WHY Child?"

I written a short poem for Mark Boersma, of Synergy Solutions he asked if someone might be able to? I do not know if this is what he was thinking but this is what came to me tonight. I dedicated this version of this poem to Mark Boersma a Birth Day gift belated.

It’s a brand new one and as I am a want to be Poet. It will most likely be revised at some point in  Time.

Poetry Writes & Other Stuff from Sinbad the Sailor Man Company Logo





The Biggest Challenge WHY Child?


What is it you perceive to achieve?
If You do Not Ask of me with belief
How will I Know that you truly believe?
What are you wishing for Child when you say
But Father Please! I do I do Father No pay
What is your Biggest Challenge Son What do you believe?
Again Child what is your Biggest Challenge?
Is it with My one and Only Begotten Son?
Father I do not Yet understand Why
Cry not My Child Your Ignorance is to be expected!
You My Child were stolen away
Forced to live in a land without Stay
No truth to behold None have you found
Since the day that your feet have hit the ground
A system I have put into Place
There is a Devil who goes about without a face
No trace of him can be found But Confusion abounds whispering
Boarder Guards Stationed placed all around
No Ups! No Downs!
 Everything is turned upside Down
Back words thinking all men are sloppy thinkers
Babes who wounder about only unjustified tinkers
Child Listen Close to what I have to Say!
Please Child
I wish not to lose any of you
Do not Cry!
Unto me the questions are Thus
Child you must ask of yourselves Your Brothers
Your Sisters and Your Mothers
Your enemies Too!
The neighbor who bumps into you
Please dear ask  Every single one you meet
What is their biggest challenge
 Son
We have always been up here!
Dear
But You! My Child have just begun
Down there!


A Thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



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Monday, February 23, 2015

"The Biggest Challenge WHY Child?"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


The Biggest Challenge

 WHY Child?



What is it you perceive to achieve?
If You do Not Ask of me with belief
How will I Know that you truly believe?

What are you wishing for Child when you say
But Father Please! I do I do Father No pay
What is your Biggest Challenge Son What do you believe?

Again Child what is your Biggest Challenge?
Is it with My one and Only Begotten Son?
Father I do not Yet understand Why

Cry not My Child Your Ignorance is to be expected!
You My Child were stolen away
Forced to live in a land without Stay
No truth to behold None have you found

Since the day that your feet have hit the ground
A system I have put into Place
There is a Devil who goes about without a face

No trace of him can be found 
But Confusion abounds whispering
Boarder Guards abound

No Ups No Downs Everything is turned upside Down
Back words thinking all men are sloppy
Thinkers
Babes who wounder about only unjustified tinkers

Child Listen Close to what I have to Say
Please Child
I wish not to lose any of you today

Do not Cry unto me
Child

The questions are thus
You must ask yourselves Your brothers
Your Sisters and Your Mothers

Even
Your enemies Too!

The neighbor who bumps into you
Please dear Every single one you meet
What is their biggest challenge Son
We have always been up to It here
Dear

But You! 
My Child have just begun
The Work of It
Down there!


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Saturday, January 31, 2015

"Fire Engine Blues"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

A Little Bit of Poetry

The Child I once was and knew oh so well
Has faded into a harden shell

I won and lost a battle here and there
But, yet the war it rages everywhere

My wisdom; please do learn and over rate it
And yet, still others will always debate it

Faithful trust, just turned into holy rust and dust
Life was DE-veined, derailed, just a bust

I must, I must, I must
Postponed and deflated

Under rated I am lost; Twas some others fate
I entered into life; a little less, then late

Who dare try such a thing?
Whom could bare such; without heavenly wings?

Debased I cannot sing
Gone now to Is my wedding ring

With Burning Passions I am
Set a blaze; my internals yet rage

Bones and flesh are melted, as the Ice
I take one more hit, a final slice

Fathers and mothers now erased
A child left without a face

Flames grown cold and have over whelmed
Limbs reached, but yet deformed; and I burn, I squirm

I did forget that the flames rage was hot as hell
Yet still it was I that was not Burned

Sirens sound, fires flame
The loneliest of hues
The absence of my lovelies colors
My heart it is turning to ash
And I thrash and I thrash

Whilst I listen to the raging flames
The Fire Engines singing their Blues
My child's hood is now gone, forever gone

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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