"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

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"Stop Your Whi-ning!" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: For fun! We are so tried of your sad, sad, poems. Give us bright and cheery!

A Poem, I threw together to try and convince my ten year old, I was over her mother.  

"Stop Your Whi-ning!"

Oh shut it up already

We are so tried of your sad, sad, poems

Give us bright and cheery

Not that crap sung by O’ Leary!

Have you nothing better to do?

Then cry and cry, over a love that is; over and done!

Good God, get a grip on it son

She must have been something fantastic or maybe

She wasn’t, and you just remember her this way

Stop punishing your self, buddy

Leave that up to some body else!

Go out for a drink, man

Meet someone new

Get with the program son

We are all learning here!

To play this game

You mustn’t give up

Believe in it you must!

Me, I know its tough, but such is life

Next time, just don’ t make em

Your wife!


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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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"Two's Lips Become a Flower" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

 

 

A little Bit of Poetry; Religious of Course

"Two's Lips Become a Flower"

A Sailors Moon

She flowers with the passions

"Sixty Seconds" no stopped watched

Optical Illusions, sandwiched by the Un-sub's ways

Pushed and pulled; a heart tares

It becomes, the Broken

Evening tides slip within

Silken sheets there lies the sin

Her cries defeated whom has she cheated

Three with rosy cheeks there with speaks a tree; logical logic

With many words; head games no one proclaims!

Dead space and deafening quiet

Blazers blaze, the earth she shakes

Other than, Greater Than, less than

Decisions upon this she makes; the Earth Quakes

Split blood, un-received not only twice, but thrice

A cock crows, for thy sake the ground is cursed

In your stead now go till the land be forever weary of

his merry men

Twins and yet Not Brothers

Hurricane is blown so hard and chased

By these winds; sore these four; only one was Able

As they gathered no crowns or gowns

No grounds to stand upon; He frowns

Clowns and fools who's Wonderland is this?

No! not Watson' or Holmes perhaps twas Alice's

Which Shylock did this? Yahoo! Twas not my Messenger?

Not one apple was eaten!

I formed only Figs in this here garden

And for you some dust covered bones, but

No More! No you shall have not; an encore

Two busy bees have become my flower

And hour after hour she whithers she dries

Meet her mate who two does cry; for both shall now have to die

Now sons of man thou hast became

For the making of two's lips which have deflowered

My Flower

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

The Story of "Adam and Eve"

Were Adam and Eve the Only Two Created, People on Earth? 

Were They Even on Earth?

• Were Adam and Eve the Only Two Created, People on Earth? Were They Even on Earth?
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"My Friend is No Friend"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of a True Friendship

"My Friend is No Friend"

Down on my luck again

My so called friend

Took back his truck again

Although he, didn't have need of it

He has a parking lot full of them

Yet he needed the one I was driving then

I have done more for this guy, then he deserves

But, who is counting? 

I guess I am, I guess?

Sometimes I believe it is just me

And all the excuses I make

For God’s sake and my soul’s place in Heaven

I go way out of my way for my friends

And yet they pretend to be, like me

And yet they aren't, but again who is counting on me?

I guess just me

People say, I am too nice and to forgiving

That may be true but, who am I not to be?

To be me, and to be just in this way

It is just the way I am

And this way I will stay

In spite of myself and every one else

For sure enough I’ll soon be back on my knees again

Praying

For all that I lost or that was giving away to me, this day

My Friends don’t realize that none of it, was mine to begin with

That it is not me that they would profit from

But from Him that gave to me, His one and only Son

His little Lamb, this Son of Man, His begotten Son

That is who they would profit from

Although we don’t see eye to eye He has always

Stood by me, even when I have pushed Him away

He gave to me this only begotten son, why?

He, gave Him, to me to suffer and to die

To me He gave Him, to bleed for me

To be crucified, and to be criticized for me

To bare My sins, He gave me Him!

And then He, would still let me, back into their lives

To my Friend I bow down for and cry, forgive me Lord

You’d! Better believe It!

For my friend is no longer just my friend, He is my GOD

And His Son is my Life’s only Savior

I say: praise be to my friend, the Lord Jesus Christ

I hope you will give him a chance

To be your friend

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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

 

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"All of The Grey That Matters"~ By Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of a Suicide

"All of The Grey That Matters"

Red blood wine, and wasting time

Crying for; a love like yours and mine

One that will never be again

One that will never end

Rivers of tears

Seasoned with fears

A whisper of, Thees kissed 

That so desperately is missed

Elusive dreams and hints of

Scenes; that have since past

The terrors of those forgotten scenes

That.. will.. never.. be, again

Insights into what is in store

For a man floored; and in pain

He tries and tries and

Yet, he can not refrain

From these images of; his love

Sneaking around in his misery

He uses them, as you did him

He holds them; prisoners all

As he does you; just as in the past

The love, that wouldn't last

His heart is shattered like the crystal glass

Splintered by a high sped note; which forever sung

Whistling out in the barrel of a gun

Every little shard; falling hard, and wet

Discarded and then sent

To the dust cover floor

These shards, land in a spray 

With the Un sipped blood red wine

There they are, forever mixed 

With all the “Grey Matter”; that was

All that mattered, to the decease man

Forever mingled; with his life's blood

And the sweet red wine

Love that aged; too soon, upon the vine

                   

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"Spoken With Out Words"` By Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections on a man's inability, to express his words aloud

"Spoken With Out Words"

Be careful dear, as a man I am unable

To speak as, the Poet does

I know you will hear me, if only

You would remember 

As a man I fear the breaking of, my

Glass lips and porcelain heart

So I speak to you, with hands bound, and made of steel

Bound in leather, so you won’t feel

The coldness of their stealing touch

Of your healing and of your passions

My panoplied eyes, search your very soul

To see if the trust, be within you told

Your eyes must hear, they must care

You must not fear for the wants of my heart

It only wishes to share, yet it dares not, dare

For my skin it crawls, low and before your heart

In plain view, I bow about your feet

My head beneath them, when I smile at you

Enabled hearts must be careful dear; as they continually seek

As a man, I am unable to speak, as the poets do

With my glass lips and porcelain heart

My words are, but stones thrown about

They may break your bones, if not pierce your heart

My eyes see your wants; It wants, therefore to speak

But, it is only a porcelain heart

Trampled with, glass lips; and broken shards

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Sinbad the Sailor Man

  

 Inspired by SeaBac 

 a

 Neo.poet’s poem

        “When Touch out Weighs Words”

                      

"White Shifting Sand" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

"White Shifting Sand"

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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


Poetry:Reflections of betrayal.


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Poetry: Reflections of Betrayal

          "White Shifting Sand"

Here now, in this dark and desolate place
That once was, a warm and happy space

Filled with bright yellow sunshine, and
Sweet joy; the continuous laughter

In a time so fertile, no end in sight
Deep blue water, swaying palms

And endless romancing, long into the night
And then



The beautiful white and shifting sand
This place was designed, for a woman and a man

It was not fit for disaster
Wondering eyes, a fleeting heart

A simple plan, a broken heart
A simple man

Sitting on, the white and shifting sand
Seemed so obvious, she should have known

As a razor, cuts her to the bone
Love torn, rings worn

A soul bleeds and so does she
Upon the white and shifting sand

Stained blood red
With their warm and steaming love


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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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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It Seems to Me

Poetry: Another of this Authors, Poems from Night School 1981-82

 

That air is free, but the beer is not

Love is for the taken, but it can be bought

Friends are like flowers, they bloom and multiply

But, all too often they soon wither and die

Only to be re-lived in ones cluttered mind

It seems to me that

Life is not meant to be judged or dissected as some often do

But, it is to be enjoyed by me and you

For it is, but a brief moment in this time and space

That we all have

No one, but God knows his plan

He numbers the hairs on each head and every grain of sand

He placed the moon up above it gives off, just the right glow

Romantic some might say, so

So why do we explore the space up above

Let us stay down to earth, and explore this thing called love

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Rag-a-Muffins

A Fathers Day Poem

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