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

Poetry: Reflections on Time Lost

"Stolen Time Displaced"

We woke together softly and secured

We played endlessly forever to endure

Guarded creations and interventions made

Post war, per war, causes for; plans to be delayed

New inventions, secretes untold and then

They unfold making way for things anew that bend

Nothing is new under our sun

Not since this old life of ours begun

Tears are watered down

Necromancers still abound

The dawn still wears her tarnished golden gown

Pixies and Fairies still dance and come around

True; they and their things, have been displaced

But, not one single one, has yet to been erased

Vested and tested we, but you all, broke the mold

Tell me do; what true value does, have your gold

Turned my fingers green minors mind by fools

Useless humans ruled with unwanted rules

Never bending their backs or bending their knees

Yet still, they pick up sticks and swat at the busy bees

Fleas upon the dogs of war

Let the Eagle sore, soar

Let them restore the time which was golden

Time which was lost and stolen

Or that which was displaced

By slothful humans of the Human Race

These; they them selves, have done it to themselves

Stolen time and displaced the whole lot of us

These humans raced

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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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The Morning Match Up

Poetry: A Sports Fanatic Lover, Equates His Lover's Loss to a Wrestling Match

"The Morning Match Up"

I so miss that good morning smile
But, not so much your good morning breath
well just a bit

I do miss that blazing warm snuggle as
you’d crawl on top and there proclaim your victory over me

I even miss those little nips you’d take
about my jawline and neck, those I would proclaim to hate

I miss our morning wrestling matches the ones that always
left that infernal love musk pool
Oh then, it would turn freezing cold in an instant

Shoot to a commercial break, our sponsor would say; if we had one

The bell rings

 

I miss struggling and fumbling to get out of that torn up bed
Was not much sleep gotten there, when we first begun

Wasn’t much rest given near the end
litter everywhere; the clean up crew made, a clean sweep

But, if ever I had a chance to go back
I’d desire to go to that old apartment, above the old movie-house
That California King sized bed, that was our arena

The only thing missing was the turnbuckles, a referee, and a bell

 That is where we first committed to each other
Before life became a living hell

We waited some time before we got together
a love match well worth the wait

A promoter’s dream everything fell right into place, every kiss on cue
this was the main event
But, no championship was ever won, no golden belt, you would tag out

 A deadly game true to the hurt
Such a blissful lift it gave such height
How could I survive the fall

Well it’s the continual hope for the re-match that’s all

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

"The Summer Rains, Oh How They Rein in This Poor Poet's Brain" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Stuck in a sudden torrential down pour, this poet remembers one summers night making love in the rain, with a great fanning passion.

Summer Reins

 Tip tap splat goes the rain
As it continually dances upon my
Weathered brain

It nearly drives me insane
For with each and every drop
Appears another tear drop

In the corners of my minds eye
They never seem to stop
I so loved the summer rains

And their lighting of the skies
Their screams of thunder
Oh how they make me wonder; why?

The waves of winds
Watching those old trees bend
The taste of their sweet waters

The smell of renewal
Left behind by their duel; with me
Their harmless baneful dance upon my nude back

As I sheltered you they would attack
As whips they merely cut upon the skin
Then they’d turn softly and back away

To a feathered mist as they disappear
They so remind me of you
But, so will every breath I breathe

A thought 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