"The Fable was not Able"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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 "The Fable was not Able"

As stories go 
So do souls
They wonder about,and then grow 

 As cold as the snow
Or as fever ant as ice
We Men are not mice 

 In fields of golden wheat; grain 
Lost with out; insane
Forgetting all that was; ingrained 

 Living souls in stores
Forgetting their chores
They became the board 

Life swings back and forth
Mistrust; faith is out sourced
Fleshies awaiting to be scorched 

Saviors a many, but never a one
Living beneath the threat of a gun
Time just awaiting to be undone 

Dear old Abe that Faithful one
His brother ascertained, then declaimed
He was Cain, not thy brother's keeper 

But an evil creeper 
A vine unfit to be tied
Entangled in the web which he is fried 

Truly wrapped and then leather bound
Blacken and read; were these words
The Word; bled for the color of red 

This fabled prince, our lord?
Three score and some
Defeated seven thousand and one 

And still some will be lost 
Torched along with the moss
For the fable was not Able

To save any one

 
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Talk to Me"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections From a Disillusioned Poet Preacher

 "Talk to Me"

Talk to me, O’ Lord my God

For I have shouted Him
I have potted Him
And sprouted Him

And I Have even
Doubted Him

Your Word
His words

But yet, I can not forget
About them and him
In the Bible I have read

Not Only of Him
But of, him and them and
Those men who sinned

The Son of God who bled
Those living and
The walking dead

The vineyard that was
Planted; and then
Stolen; hidden from the Son

A gardener who weeps
Our Father who sent those
Guardians; who did, but sleep

Now guarding those golden gates
Angels; who will tie up
The chains of; faith or fates

All around them
The little children
Is it to late; for love?

I worry of their Faith
Their loves and the state
Of their Estates

Those thrown down
Into Hell and how they
Do avail the Dainties and the Swells

Lost turtles surfing upon the serfs
And those who have forgotten about their shells
Those who have lost their homes

Impoverished
Stuck until the soundings of
Those angels’ seven horns

The lonely and the torn
The ones that, Jesus healed
And then sealed

Salvation, can it save?
Can we savor it?

Salvation! If only for once

I could feel it, as more real
For I am a rusted man, of steel

Bound; gagged, roped, and tied
For boldly I have tried and cried

But, yet again I have failed
Again to no avail, yet torn is the Vail

Please! Break the final seal

Pour out your Holy Zealots with their zeal

Whisper to me no more
For defiant I have become

Of those softly spoken words
I am sharpening my tongue

Talk to me

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"The Dark Side of Paradise"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A Story Poem

 "The Dark Side of Paradise"

Cold and shaking, in the darkening sunlight
We landed here upon this
A tropic and deserted, desert island

My Honey nearly bare
Her bronzed and golden tan
Just an arms lengths away

While we lay upon these, glistening sands
I hear her shadow breathing, now shallow
The full moon rising 

 I am entranced in your endless beauty

As I pull you to shelter 

Beneath, the wind blown palms
If I had anything to give to you

My dear Rose
Besides this deep purple
Rose maybe some of those

Pink Snowballs and a Grape Ne-hi,  no?
Honey I am so sorry, yes
I will just hold you, I will hold you tight

Some hot black coffee than
And a roaring campfire? No?

Hush: she whispered in his ear 

“Just these arms of yours my dear;”  

Than came the silence of the night
The Northern Lights swirl above, as 

I silently notice two shooting stars
And then something that looked like
A pulsing quasar

Things we or I
Would have never had paid attention too
If you were not  lying here, in my weary arms

This was no Love Boat cruise, ah!
 [deep despair]

As I place you in the sand, beneath
Those torn palms, my palms are bleeding still
This bright piece of aluminum

That I have used for a plow
Will now become your headstone

As I lie atop of the heaping mound, of stones

I steadily swat at the circling flies above
I try so desperately to shew them all away
I continually curse; with my weakening breath

My darling’s death

 and
Our misfortunes of what came to be

This was to be our day, and not

Our last day

[Not much time left]  

I feel the pounding in my chest
And time is now my dis-ease…
My disease, he silently chuckles to himself

I see the men of war, floating among
The foaming seas

They encircle this dying ship

As do the hornets do
When they are dinning
On the honey bees

 Amongst the fiery debris
The ship, she strikes a pose
Straight up then, down she goes

And then, the serpent bobs up
His ugly head
That old tyrant of the dead

I sit emotionless and void
At this, my last memory 

On the
Dark Side of Paradise

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"No Time Left, But for Yesterdays"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poem: Reflections on the Desires of Times Past

"No Time Left, But for Yesterdays"

We all have heard the great callings, from deep inside our souls
After all, we are; just mortal men, with many, many goals
We have all heard it, over an over again

Until the words; they
Fall upon Defiance’s ear
Which do not and will not, hold

We seek our heart’s satisfactions, without fear of recourse or blame
For we have no shame

Our greedy hearts they can not, be contained

We or maybe just I alone

Do pretend to be

Insane or sane?

I  have had great joy and magnificent sadness, so I am told
That this is; what lead me, to my secret madness, of being so bold
But, the joys have all aged so

And they, have been thrust into
The damning sands of

Old

As for the sorrows, they always seem, to be replenished or retold
I have tremendous fears; of growing older, and losing my sweet mind
But, as for my today’s and my tomorrow’s, I have no concerns, or any  time

I pined and mined for; my yesterdays, as even they have grown cold
I hunt; as a mad treasure seeker would, with a fever for gold
An unquenchable thirst, for sweet wine and a lust for extending my mind

The Treasurer

Of 

These only

Remembrances

Of 

The 

Joy filled times

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Future Politicians"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

An Insight Into the Political Machine Here in the USA

"Future Politicians"

Full moon rising over this simple little college town: any where USA

These murderous monsters of innocent minds; are still lurking about

To this very day; terrible in their devises and extremely evasive these

Creatures of the Light

They hunt for warm blood; young and bright

They hunt for untold secretes

They vie for pure, an undisturbed minds; innocent young men and women

These creatures don’t have features like Vampires or Lykens

But moreover and far more deadly; these Collegially Masters are

For they walk in the light of day; nor due they have to go out to hunt

For their prey will pay to yet be devoured

Like flies into a web; these Young bloods are,

Their innocents, it is sucked out

Their souls are torn from their bodies and they are yet unaware

They become; as the teachers will

Forever changed; mindless copies

Placed into twisted brother and sister hoods

They are being groomed and placed into circles

There they are breed, fed, and kept

Feverishly awaiting; to be placed

In at the right time

Fiercely becoming our future Politicians

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Faithfully Named"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A  story of life given in birth and a life taken from death

"Faithfully Named"

As I slept there, with the unknown babe, that was placed at my side
I felt a peace come over me, such that I have never known
For she was delivered late in the night; by God’s saving Grace

She was so tiny, pink, and frail; all alone
Her mother had past, just before her birth
She was our child our first

I had great Hope, that we would all
Be going home
But, we two are now both, alone

She has a head, full of dark and curly hair
She has her mother’s, deep blue mesmerizing eyes
She has my mother’s big old smile

And her mother’s, mother’s nose

She posses all of her fingers and all of her toes
She is; as healthy as an ox, the doctors all say so

That did give me some but, a fast depleting Joy

These tears they; well up in my eyes, and dry
My heart it skips a beat, maybe two

How on earth will I ever manage her, all alone

I do not know what it is, I am suppose to do
I hear that voice and I scold myself

Stop your whining fool

Man up, we have both lost so much
But, we have gained each other too

As the nurse takes her out of, that plastic container
She says as soon as you name her
You may take her home, such a chore I thought

I am paralyzed
We never did decide
Hope, Joy, Grace

The nurse could see
The distress upon my face
And the fear, as I teared

She said: don’t worry dear
It will all work out fine
Just take some time

Your wife; she had such faith, in you
She was a very lovely lady
As she placed you in my arms and then

Quietly she disappeared

The tears hung there for awhile
As I bowed my head, I mutter the words
That the nurse had said

A tear drop, must of landed on your cheek
Because, you had awoken, from your sleep
Such faith in me I said

When faith I said: your blue eyes opened wide

Faith I said again: you gave a little coo

Faith I said one last time: you smiled and I cried

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Thank you for the read 

Donnie/ Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Fire Drake"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

A Story poem

"Fire Drake"

It slumbers beneath the rolling stream

Dreaming of your screams

Your running blood

When looked for it can not be seen

But he, knows you are coming

It’s skin is as iron

Its teeth are a bit shy of thirteen inch nails

Its tail is razor sharp, along the spaded end

When confronted by him, you may start sobbing
Or
You may find that religion that you thought you may have had

If you give it your all, boy

You may be successful in your quest
Your test

They have spied him down by the lake

Some; they call him, a “Fire Drake”

When you have awakened him

It is fire that you’ll be seeing

The heat and stench, of 

Its breath

Start your fleeing son

Run as fast as you can

Unless it is fame and fortune
that

You are seeking
Or if it is only for the glory of it all

Lad

Be careful
 For what you wish for

Battling this winged giant

Could cost you your very life

And
The villagers theirs as well!

But, by defeating him, you can spare

Someone theirs
Even if

The King has sentenced them, himself

Yes son, this is the law

You must slay him

Put It down before, the sun rises

To the full of noon
This is all you have

After the day 

You, proclaim, to do this deed

No, son Fire Drakes never run!

But, would be knights have taken flight

These Knights; must now run forever 

Or the thing shall find them

And dispatch of them 

For he now carries their scent

Tis no easy task lad, it may be

Your last, but do as you must

To save her, your wife

Remember son when you slay him

If you slay him

Be sure to cut off Its head

Tis the only way to be sure it is dead

You must place it on the floor
Before the King
 as proof 

To the battle won

No son; the King will not deny your wish

He will release your young wife

Just be sure to place, Its head

Snout facing the King!

And then rest but one

Foot upon It

Why? You ask

Then he; will know you, to be

A true, Dragon Slayer

A thought by Sinbad The Sailor Man