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Saturday, February 6, 2016

"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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Sunday, January 3, 2016

"To The End of All Time" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Poetry: Reflections of Love A New and Then


Poetry: Reflections of love a new and then, lost by an old fool.



"To The End of All Time"


Till the heavens collide
Till when; the ashes are, raised up
Till the very last day

This is how long I will; love you, my dear
I swear, I always will
That is what a lover; in love


Might could say; if they believed
It were true; for they never, ever saw farther then
The day at hand, and again

This is why I believe they, say
That love is blind, and often unkind
Their love only lasts until

The other soul bleeds
And reveals, its needs
For when the endless giving ends

All of the realities set in, life is
No longer, the sweet dream
Or the fairy tale

Welcome here, to
The real world; my dear
It takes tons of hard work

And never ending time
To come to the conclusion
That this person

Is the One; and
That they, are right for you
That they, are true

A life time of trying, crying; dying
Laughing and giving
Need I mention, all of the forgiving

If you work at it,
No matter how rough it gets
This old road, will stop giving you fits

But, beware my dear
To those who would, call it quits
One must not give, up on

These precious little snips
In ones little life; these bits
And these pieces, will soon add all up

A lost love can, and will
Leave a bottomless pit
And place a hole, in ones heart

If you will not stop, it up
No matter how much
One tries to cover it, up

The camouflage always, falls
Into that there old hole
Tasteless and cold

They will become bold
Those kisses and that touch
Eyes, no longer see fit to feel; or to touch

These soft words spoken, shall fall
Upon dead ears and there, will be tears
They will turn too, now lonely fears

True love!; now only true love,
No matter how fleeting; will last
Through out ones life, and

To the end, of all time

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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Sunday, August 9, 2015

I Finally Got My First Poetry Book Up On Kindle, It's Live at Amazon.com Right Now!

Here It is My First Kindle Book

 



Author- Self Publishing Poet ~Donald Beres Jr.


The Collective Works of Sinbad the Sailor Man: Book I "Breakfast Sandwiches" 


A collection of some of this Poet's first original works; some from Night School 1981. And some created shortly after his divorce from his wife of ten and half years in 2001. Since 2010 this Poet has been self publishing his work upon the World Wide Web as well as trying to build a Traffic Wheel of passive residual website(s) to produce residual income streams from his works.

 

Product Details

  • File Size: 1624 KB
  • Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
  • Publisher: Donald Beres Jr - Self Publishing Poet; 1 edition (August 8, 2015)
  • Publication Date: August 8, 2015
  • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B013NFPSEQ
  • Text-to-Speech: Enabled 
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  • Lending: Enabled
  • Enhanced Typesetting: Not Enabled


 

Author's Bio; Donald Beres Jr./ Sinbad the Sailor Man

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Who is Sinbad the Sailor Man? Well wouldn't we all like to know, who we really are?

He is nobody special yet, at least not in the writing industry. He was born Donald Beres Jr. in Hammond Indiana,  to Carol Ann (Muskin) Beres and Donald Beres of Pennsylvania.

Donald's Mother divorced his natural father and married Wayne L. Douglas. The couple thought it easier to conceal the fact of his mother's divorce from Donald's natural father.

He was raised in Hobart, Indiana as Donnie Douglas until about the age of sixteen.When he found out that his mother had him by her first husband.

Donnie found this out shortly after attending Hobart Junior High. He took this news in stride but did not realize the damage that this and the lies that followed about his natural father and half sister would eventually unfold later in life.

He attended until his Sophomore year. He Letter in Football and Wrestling during his Freshmen year.

In 1980 he left before graduation to go to Portage Adult Night School so he could join the US Navy with two of his childhood friends; on the Navy's Buddy System.

But because of budget cuts that semester. Donnie was delayed six months and missed going through Boot Camp with his two Buddies.

As a result he would no longer qualify for the twenty yrs and out full retirement. Instead he would need to do thirty years to receive that option. Donnie's two buddies both took full advantage of that option.

On Aug 23rd 1985 Donald was Honorable Discharged from the US Navy.

Donald met Donna L. Se Doris who was seven years his junior in 1998 and in Aug 25th 1990 they were married. They had three children together until their Divorce in  March of 2001.

Donald is still a divorced middle aged man, who has three great kids, one curly headed girl and two boys. Donald is the Grandfather of two one of each a girl and a boy with more on the way. 

He is a US Navy Veteran, a would be Poet, a soon to be freelance writer, he hopes.

He is a dyslectic, he is a dreamer of dreams and an inventor of things, he is a decent pool player, a certified Advanced Open Water SCUBA diver, although he hasn't dove since 1990

He still holds, Certifications in Night diving, Deep diving, Search and Recovery diving, and he is an Underwater Vehicle Specialist, an ex-welder, and a guy who likes to ride Motorcycles. Donald likes to play Eight ball and Nine ball Billiards and has shown a growing interest in One Pocket.

He started writing Poetry way back in Night School 1980. Donald started after a short falling out with his Mother over being lied to about his true identity.  He started writing again, about six months after his divorce. From his wife of ten and a half years.Which he strongly took as a betrayal by his first true love.

He has been writing off and on ever since. He has had several Back Surgeries and others most on his lower back.  Although he was disabled December 1998  and has been on Disability since. He has made several attempts to return to full duty work, but failed and remains on Disability to this day.

He has a very bad short term memory problem, brought on by almost nine years of prescription drug use, mostly pain killers. He has bouts of depression from time to time and has contemplated and attempted suicide twice.

These attempts were early on in his disability. While he was on strong Pain Killers. The ones that one should also be put on anti-depressants with. Donald was not! He attributes his attempts on his life to this lack of proper medication.

Among these annoying problems he has other small annoying ticks and clicks that keep him from holding down any normal nine to five job for too long.

One of his attempts to return to work was as a semi truck driver. He drove for about five months but, his eyes started to fail due to high blood pressure and now he has severe night blindness, so he can't drive semi truck at night any more. He drove a taxi for about five months after getting New Glasses but has since given up on trying to drive commercially.

While Driving over the road his only daughter was Life flighted to Chicago's Children's Hospital from Indiana by helicopter. Donald dropped a load of rubber and drove from Saint Louis Missouri, He stated to his dispatcher the thing is floored and It wasn't stopping until I got there or It burnt up!

His daughter was later diagnosed with Type One Childhood Diabetes. 

Donald is back to writing poetry short stories, and trying different Inter Net jobs, which he has not yet mastered any of those either.

There you have it! Donald States that he is an average guy. With no place to go but up! Because if he gets any lower, they'll have to put him down and in the ground.

"By The Grace of GOD There Go I"

One of Donald's Favorite Bible Quotes

Another of his favorites is

"Unto Death Do We Part"



Sinbad the Sailor Man/ Donald Beres Jr.
 alias "Donnie Douglas"

    Sources: Amazon.com, Sinbadthesailorman.com, http://sinbadthesailorman.blogspot.com/

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    Wednesday, February 12, 2014

    "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


    Here is one of my wikinut.com friends. Her name is Carol, she has written a little piece on Love as well. If you like take a look.

    Its called, What is love. http://nut.bz/13ve7xex/

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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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    Sunday, December 8, 2013

    Distasteful Lies and Butterflies

    Poetry: Reflections on a Father's Love


    As I sat in an uneasy chair, distraught with anger and despair

    Next to our daughter in the ICU and all I thought about, was you

    I told our little one: ”All would be fine in time”

    That's what I said: I told her she was too young, too sweet, and too dear

    For the Lord not to leave her here, this world needed her: I said

    I told those distasteful lies, for down in the pit of my soul, I felt the butterflies

    For I knew all too well that she would be taken and soon

    As I sat and kept watch over her she nodded off to sleep




    The “Angel of Death” he came into the room, near unto us

    I grabbed for his bony hand I caught it! And I held on tight to it!

    I would not let it go, a death grip I had placed upon It



    He had to known the mistake he was about to make

    I had hope that I could make him understand but, I could feel her fate

    My soul cried unto It's self please! Just this once Dear God cut me a break!

    The loss of another, I or this angel could not take!

    See I said: I lost her mother some years ago

    Though she stands here by our daughter now and with her new man

    As they gazed at me; her hand in his, their pretenses and presents

    Shook me to my very core

    For I myself stood looking down at my flesh and looking up into Heaven's back door

    I bent over and whispered into my daughter's ear

    I told your mom I'd be fine

    Don't worry about me this time!

    Dear one; I am use to being left behind

    Those butterflies leaped out from my chest, but only one tear drop mounted upon my right cheek

    I doubt that she saw it; as she had nodded back off to sleep

    I slept with the angels last night mom

    She told her mother of her last dream

    Where is dad?

    The curtain was drawn

    I wish he was here with us now

    I thought I saw him leave, with the most beautiful nurse


    Why would he go and do that, to me?

    He told me not to worry

    He said: that your new man would care for us now

    That he caught a break and he had to take it, that he'd be gone for along while

    He said that he'd be able to see us whenever he wanted, and that we could only picture him here

    He said that he was sorry for all that went wrong

    To think of him often for it would not be long

    Till we are all back together again, as it was suppose to be

    Little Peggy drifted back to sleep

    Then they wheeled her father's carcass out the door


    When we arrived at the back door of Heaven

    I was still clutching that angel's bony hand

    We were stopped instantly! And so I begun my plea, I told Saint Peter, I was so sorry for being late

    His reply to me; was: “Oops there goes a butterfly” and then he motioned us over

    On our knees we fell at once I begged for forgiveness and I told him of the lie

    Saint Peter smiled and said; “An unselfish act can't be undone my son”

    I saw him look down his nose and over my shoulder; at the angel, who was behind me now

    “For once you crossed this threshold your soul has won"

    With that said, he pushed me in and slammed the front gate





    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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    Captive Spirits

    Poetry: A Story Poem: A Ship and Crew Lost in the Cold and Dawning of the Night


    In the dark of night, betrayed by a compass's trust; which lead us

    To our unique position, revealed now, by the Northern Lights

    The decks glisten and sway, to the dance of, those swirling lights

    The Old Salts are being defeated, by the fresh water spray, it keeps mounting

    Continually weighing her body down

    As we pass through the narrow straights, the Old Salts stand, frozen and silent

    Their appearance strikes fear into our hearts, as if a trumpet was sound

    As they come into view, those brilliant white monsters are

    They are floating near and ever so dangerously, close

    They lay in wait to devour our cherished vessel and our meaningless bodies

    Our soul's quiver and shake, as they continually approach our lady

    For we know what lies beneath, the turquoise blue, calm

    The blazing midnight sands and the cold grasping fingers
    of Davy Jone's hands

    The monsters come upon her sides; our fair lady she screams, in utter pain

    Tears of fear, mount upon our cheeks, as the rails and deck boards begin to creek

    They cease their advancement and crush us not, they stand ever so, still
    as if they mean to say, you all belong to us, now

    We await our fate, the torment is spine chilling, the stern, it is continually shaking
    we imagine the bows breaking

    They stand and stand motionless, knowing our lives, flashed scenes of our misadventures

    Memories of the high and favorable seas, booty's won and then lost

    The tan tight bodies of island girls, a sailors favorite vice


    O' Neptune, crush us not for we are, mere fleas upon your back

    We have no teeth and cause you no itch

    Please O' King of the Seas, release our fair lady, please!

    Let her proceed to dance upon your tempered waves

    She was deceived, tricked, and she was betrayed incoming here, to your sanctuary

    Dear King, send us an easterly wind down, please set her free

    Dispatch these here mountains of crystal blue, topped in brilliant white

    Release her please!

    O' King of the Seas

    Let her sail on, keep us if you must! As payment in full

    And yet they stand frozen in time

    Captives


    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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    Have You Ever Lived a Dream

    Have you ever lived a dream
    bathed in an ice-cold stream
    loved and lost
    Have you ever wished to die

    Have you ever believed in anything or everything
    Do you remember why
    Have you ever approved or disapproved
    Have you

    Have you ever sold your soul, your dignity, or your pride
    Did you ever get them back
    Have you ever wondered what it is
    That you may lack

    Have you ever wished for anything
    Did you see it come to pass
    Have you ever done anything, that you were not told to do or asked
    Do you know what it is that you are going to do

    Do you remember how you ended up here now
    Do you wonder how this all came to be and why
    Were where you yesterday
    Why it is you are still here, today

    Have you ever won the game, to find you only lose
    Have you ever lost it all and came away, a bit confused
    Have you ever watched the shadows on the wall
    The way they dance about

    Have you ever lied for, cheated for, or stolen
    But, a signal kiss
    Have you ever bathed in an ice-cold stream
    Did you ever live a dream

    Of course you have but, why is it that you’ve stopped
    Why wont you set them free, let them live again
    All of them, release them from this winter’s siege
    These cold and thoughtless, thoughts

    Remember those sunrises and those that have yet to set
    While you sail the oceans blue
    While you dance in fields of clover
    Yes, even when you walk through the barren sands

    By God you have seen more in your last hours, than the whole of any man
    You have flown across the skies, straight into the eye of a hurricane
    Just to find out if it could be done, yes you have, don’t you remember
    You have forgotten your beauty, your mystery, and your duties,

    Yes you have, forgotten
    You have held the powers of death and destruction
    In your hands
    You know these answers to be true, don’t you

    Did not, you go where Angels fear to tread
    Or were these all, just thoughts
    In our tiny little heads
    I too, have wished to be dead

    Have you ever given up only to find out, that you were right
    Did not you, dance the dance, sing the songs
    And hold that special someones hand, so tight
    Why is it that you let it go, did she make you

    Did you grow tired
    Did you forget, or
    Did you just walk away
    And grow old

    A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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    My Hopes and Dreams

    My hopes and dreams they always seem to be denied

    This is why my eyes shed diamonds of crystal blue
    From the day my Grandfather died
    Until you departed too

    Less then a week before my twelfth birthday
    My special day
    They took him away

    I would not ever see this man again
    My hopes and my dreams they died that day

    They would never be, the same again
    But I would try and live, to dream again

    I made Grandma my new pal; and she was really swell

    But as young men often have too; they do
    I had to find another

    For she could not keep my pace
    She would not win that race

    They took her too; to live in another home
    For she could no longer live alone

    I hoped and I'd pray
    But, things weren't meat to be, that day

    I wanted her to stay
    But, fate decided it
    And she moved away

    My hopes and my dreams
    Had taken another turn
    They were lead away

    They lead me straightly; to you
    Grandma was no longer my gal

    I think she was okay with this
    She was eager to see us hitched

    She got to see our first son
    And her first great granddaughter

    But, as time would have it
    She'd miss the birth of
    Our third child

    She died in May way to early
    And he was born in June
    Under a blue moon

    Our little man
    My hopes and my dreams
    They changed again

    Four years married and going strong
    Grandma loved me until the very end
    I am sure of it

    I guess she and Mom
    Will be the only ones
    Who will; ever do

    But, I was never allowed to get to close
    To my Mother, or to any other

    You; got a taste of this
    As times really got tough
    And rough; for us

    You became aware of it; from
    The sand bagging brigade
    And their fearless leader

    As the son of another man
    I was often buried there, in their sand

    My hopes and dreams they always seem to be denied

    This is why my eyes shed diamonds of crystal blue
    From the day my Grandfather died
    Until you departed too

    Less then a week before my twelfth birthday
    My special day
    They took him away

    I would not ever see this man again
    My hopes and my dreams they died that day

    They would never be, the same again
    But I would try and live, to dream again

    I made Grandma my new pal; and she was really swell

    But as young men often have too; they do
    I had to find another

    For she could not keep my pace
    She would not win that race

    They took her too; to live in another home
    For she could no longer live alone

    I hoped and I'd pray
    But, things weren't meat to be, that day

    I wanted her to stay
    But, fate decided it
    And she moved away

    My hopes and my dreams
    Had taken another turn
    They were lead away

    They lead me straightly; to you
    Grandma was no longer my gal

    I think she was okay with this
    She was eager to see us hitched

    She got to see our first son
    And her first great granddaughter

    But, as time would have it
    She’d miss the birth of
    Our third child

    She died in May way to early
    And he was born in June
    Under a blue moon

    Our little man
    My hopes and my dreams
    They changed again

    Four years married and going strong
    Grandma loved me until the very end
    I am sure of it

    I guess she and Mom
    Will be the only ones
    Who will; ever do

    But, I was never allowed to get to close
    To my Mother, or to any other

    You; got a taste of this
    As times really got tough
    And rough; for us

    You became aware of it; from
    The sand bagging brigade
    And their fearless leader

    As the son of another man
    I was often buried there, in their sand
    As they did unto you

    With all the heart aches, yet to come
    My hopes and my dreams they marched along
    We two; we held strong

    Head long into our tenth year of bliss
    No! Why…oh why? Why This?
    To slow was my pace, I guess

    Will I never win, this damned old race?
    No, I can’t save face; my old face

    For you have stopped running with me
    And you took to a new course
    Of course

    My hopes and my dreams they died
    That day, though I had tried I could not
    Revive them, I could not; dying

    My beaten heart, it is near to Death; holding his hand
    But, no shock will revive me; I am not trying
    For now my heart, it is set

    On new Hopes and new dreams
    And they are not of
    This Flesh's World

    by
    Sinbad the Sailor Man

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    Monday, September 2, 2013

    Rag-a-Muffins

    A Fathers Day Poem

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    Today they say; that, I… that, I
    Was never around much and such
    My heart it slowly sinks down, down
    Into what is left of these dear hearts
    I knew better and yet still
    I did feel that they were right

    They were just and to young
    To remember, my babies, our lives
    So tender and so tendered they were
    Forget about, my new budget of time
    And I would have to say they were right

    If only I could bend this weary mind of mine, If only
    They can’t recall within them, all of the time I spent
    The millions of hugs and kisses exchanged
    This bankers only Heaven I can not rearrange
    Notes; not one of them, was even seven yet

    The dancing done in our halls
    The shopping in the malls
    Nights spent up, when they were ill
    Their refusals to swallow the whole pill
    Not to mention the mixing of formulas
    A chemist I became and a garbage man too
    I had become, the mountains of smelly diapers
    And I the family’s Major General of bottom wipers

    They forget how they had fallen for me, fast and asleep
    And when that their dad was cool, sweet, and neat
    The bread winner then the full course, a bum today
    Divorced; oh how the times, they do sway my little sheep
    In these their daddy’s arms, they would all fall, to weep
    When mommy said no or a simple frustration instead did creep

    Their bumps and bruises mended and all kissed; and now
    I receive the cuts without band-aides, and with no amends
    But, even so and though they… they are all puffed up
    They all still play; within my mind, each and every day
    As I remember them, their buggered noses, booger-ed up

    And those wiggling toes my little Rag-a-Muffins they’ll stay
    Puffed up today by what they were told, to believe
    By one wounded soul or another; both did, but bled
    But yet, I’ll blame their mother or any other deceived
    For time has sold them, all three, and even me
    This fruit has fallen far from its tree

    But always and forever more
    I will seek these memories sore 
    For sown into these memoirs of mine they soar
    Kay, Kay is only nine months old, he is the youngest one
    And my Curly Top who refused to stop until she’d drop
    She is only eighteen months and still a little dream
    Daddy’s little man is only five years young and on the run
    Jake is his name he was always the first one to go to sleep
    The big brother and aide to his mother
     I wouldn’t have desired any other

    He so loved his baby brother and sister way back then
    As time tore away, at sweeping and weeping sores
    Daddy became a bore and a chore, so little time was spent
    His children no longer sent, until one day
    In no time at all, did not any one of them come to call

    The quiet years brought many tears
    Where is God in this, their old man mutter
    And yet not one word of Pray did he ever utter
    Until one day the fear raged and tears, they flew
    On failing knees bent he, and recalled the Muffins sent
    The stolen little ones whose time brought such joy
    One daughter and two true blue boys

    There bed time stories and prays replayed
    Daddy’s Rag-a-Muffins never once forgot
    To mention him there in their prays
    On their bended knees they’d pray
    While down on the ground was he
    He whispers a little prayer, that they’d all pray

    God bless mommy and daddy and we three
    The Old man began to state his  final plea
    Lord I am a fool, a hard headed man and dreaded
    Please change this old soul this Ole soul of mine
    Bless your son and me too, for I am so blue
    A sinner undone I must be one of yours, who was lost
    I now make your son my boss
    Oh my Lord I will mind
    Chase me around your house no longer
    And let us sing and dance with praise
    Return me to all, to whom I am lost this day
    In Jesus name I pray;… Amen

    As the man stands and gets to his feet
    There came a small tapping at the silent door
    He could not believe his ears was this his door?
    The tapping brought a rush of tears and fears
    Quickly he proceeded to the door
    When opened it, he did a crowd rushed in

    Three Rag-A-Muffins per each set
    His muffins have all come home in sets
    And not a single one of them, was there alone
    All soundly married with three Rag-a-Muffins of their own
    They came to wish there, their old man a happy Fathers Day
    His fifty-sixth, and his best one yet!

     A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

    Saturday, October 15, 2011

    Hey All How You Doing? I am fine, I Still Got a Bad Cold Though Adsense! Excuse Me!

    You Only Get Out as Much as You Put In!

    With every and/or new (or newer remakes of other older systems) that comes along. And then is put into play, there will always be Bold Claims made about how rich they will make you. And for how little work. That you can become quickly successful.

    Some people are naive enough to believe that! That this latest program will end their money Troubles or worries. That with one swipe of their credit cards, this could and should happen for them, but the fact is that it's not likely to happen.

    Imagine for a moment that someone designed a machine that turned lead into gold. Or into whatever currency that you needed, and you could spend that money in any shop in the world. Would that machine retail for a low price? Of course NOT! It Could not! And it would not!

    Because it has to high the potential to give you money without you working for it. Why then, would you believe that any plug-and-play system could or should do this for you, Why? Why would It make you immediately wealthy? And without you needing to do work for it? Won't you be running it? You'll still need to care for the Goose that Lays those Golden eggs.

    Adsense can make you real money, there is no doubt about that. However, you will have to work with it. Just like all that old and dusty exercising equipment and diet books in your garage and through out your home. These things are only tools that you must first learn and then use and understand. They in them selves, alone will not develop your muscles or shrink your bellies.
    You must actually use them, read them, and then put them to use or in operation. Adsense won't make you any money if you don't harness from it these tools and put your own spin on it. And this requires a lot of effort on your part of the program. At first, but latter become second nature.

    If you have a website and you host Adsense ads, then maintain your content, add to it at least occasionally if it is a static site and check your Adsense results regularly. So you can see what is working and what is not! Lose the stuff that is not making you money or move that content away from that ad. And find some that will make you the money. Do more of this type of thing and watch your revenues increase. Pay Attention to your ads Can you talk them up or relate to who is advertising in them? Keep working with Adsense – the more you do, the more you will learn.

    Does Blogging Fit in With Adsense?

    Building a website takes time, money (usually) and effort. If your sole goal is to turn around a website that pays you from Adsense only, than you may be one of a growing number of people who feels that the effort it will take; goes beyond that of what you are willing to give.

    It is no small undertaking to build a website of this type. Adsense was not really designed for doing this. Adsense is more of a supplementing force for your site. To help pay its expenses. It could and It has done much more for so many now. But making more money for those with a service or product of their own and of an unique style or niche to their site alone.

    It is accepted by many that the easiest way to gain a personal, undivided presence online is to set up a Blog. The page is largely your own, but it is more or less automatically structured and maintained. Because it is put together using a content management system. You can tweak it to a greater or lesser extent, but it is pretty much ready to go out of the box and from the moment you sign up.

    How well does blogging fit in with Adsense? The truth of the matter is that it depends what you are doing – are you adding advertisements to your Blog, or are you blogging to advertisements? The difference is small, but crucial. In the former, you can't expect many people to click because you aren't setting up for commercial success. Your Blog may be fun to read, but it is not ad-friendly.

    If you want to make a Blog commercially successful, you need to learn a few facts. Firstly you likely won't see big money until you have upwards of a few hundred posts. Secondly the more you personalize It the less you should monetize it.

    With that said. Yes I believe you can make money with your Blog. But how much is totally up to you and this will not be a Passive Venture this will require tons of work on your part for the Blog's content alone.  Adsense is Passive enough once you establish the correct and most profitable positions of your Ads.
    Well I need to Eat something CYA Latter Tatters TTFN

    Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man 

    Tuesday, March 8, 2011

    Styx - Come Sail Away

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    You got to love all the Possibilities you have with Youtube.com it is one of the most powerful mediums out here! Come Sail Away!
    Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man.

    SEO, Traffic Wheels, and Page Ranking and positioning, Alexa and other site rankers, register your sites claim them and register them with the top dog search engines too, pay close attention to the small details while doing searches on your sites and pages, always mind where you go and what is going on there and what went on on the way there.

    And then Earn from what you Learn, Grow as you go and always invite Somebody to come and Play! TTFN CYA Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man