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by Dave
Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #1236257
A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination.
A sig awarded for winning "The Anything Goes Poetry Contest"

A log of our magnificent journey.

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July 13, 2022 at 12:06pm
July 13, 2022 at 12:06pm
#1035145
We send our young away to war
across the sea to distant shore
and test their mettle to the core
with great concern.

Our children lose their innocence
when evil characters commence
subverting moral precedents
with brutal deeds.

They put their lives in jeopardy,
ignoring bloody savagery.
We recognize their bravery
with grand parades.


Notes on the Ovi form of poetry
July 11, 2022 at 2:24pm
July 11, 2022 at 2:24pm
#1035036
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bKwRW0l-Qk

Always helps me get away from the daily stress and served as inspiration for

"Nautical Twilight

The beauty of being me derives
from the tangy taste of a ripe sunrise,
accompanied by the color crescendo
of Beethoven's Fifth rising over
yon horizon to herald
another nautical adventure,
as I sail the sea of life.

Tacking against the wind,
hauling the sheets as timbers gnash and groan
when storms are brewing in the South,
my vessel sways upon the ocean's gray rolling hills.
Heave the lines, heave ho!

When the tempest
of foggy cataracts, thumping transmission,
and debt distress finally subsides,
a lemon drop ray of sunshine peeks through,
and I shift the tiller of my little yawl
to sail a reach before a following sea
with forty feet of waterline making way nicely
on a downhill run to forever.

The albatross and the whale frolic alongside,
as the golden orb continues its stroll across the sky
and begins a descent to make way for the next phase
in a glorious splash of purple, red and gold.

The twilight, like the horizon, is nothing more than
a gateway to the next adventure,
where the moon and the stars commence
their dance upon celestial stage,
while ocean rhythms serenade my soul,

and constellations mark the path
to help me navigate the next leg
of the cosmic journey
that is the beauty of being me.

July 6, 2022 at 10:37am
July 6, 2022 at 10:37am
#1034766
The medial is numb to shame
with camera and microphone
to snare survivors' moan and groan.
When drama is the horrid game,
the media is numb to shame.

With bloody wounds and broken bone
amid the screaming overtone,
victims are approached all the same.
The media is numb to shame.

With mental wounds as yet unknown,
newsmongers shun the healing zone.
The bitter truth remains the same:
the media is numb to shame.


Notes on the Desdansa form of poetry
June 28, 2022 at 2:47pm
June 28, 2022 at 2:47pm
#1034409
On a cold winter day,

aroma gives notice
Grandma's baking gingerbread
made with molasses
and overflowing love,

while children laugh and play
with snowman in the yard,

until their mom calls them in
to trim the Christmas tree
and savor scrumptious meal.

Once again, we enjoy
the magic of family
gathered 'round the hearth.

Mistletoe and moonlight
stoke romantic embers
to keep the family growing.
June 12, 2022 at 12:08pm
June 12, 2022 at 12:08pm
#1033749
In the laboratory of life,
I have come to the edge of my wits,
overlooking the end of the world
as we know it.

My ancient ways now cause me strife,
and computer programs give me fits--
so many topics now unfurled
for the poet.
May 31, 2022 at 10:25am
May 31, 2022 at 10:25am
#1033096
Good morning, Darling!

How are you today? I eagerly await receipt
of your most intimate thoughts, impressions,
fantasies, doodles, giggles, fears, and tears.

Please do not forget that I am always here
to comfort and support.

Have no doubt. Your deepest secrets
are safe with me.



47 words
May 6, 2022 at 3:28pm
May 6, 2022 at 3:28pm
#1032045
painting by Sage Vaugh
"Ruby Throats" - a painting by Sage Vaughn


The battles rage
with helicopters all around,
as troops engage
in bloody combat on the ground.

In time of war,
an island of serenity
distracts from gore,
preserving our humanity.

May 3, 2022 at 5:04pm
May 3, 2022 at 5:04pm
#1031870
Poetry is my security blanket.
Thesaurus and rhyming dictionary
are constant companions
who bring a sense of comfort to my life.

Poetry is my spirit's banquet,
nourishing my hungry soul.
Overcoming challenge makes me feel whole,
for which I sincerely thank it.
April 30, 2022 at 11:03am
April 30, 2022 at 11:03am
#1031701
The dandelions make me gay.
Their yellow blossoms brighten day
among the cow pies on display
in farmer's plot.
They serve emotional buffet
when gut's in knot.

Some people label them a weed,
but I afford such rot no heed,
because the Man Upstairs decreed
there is no skew.
Equality is guaranteed
within His view.


Notes
April 28, 2022 at 1:55pm
April 28, 2022 at 1:55pm
#1031550
Grandpa Pete looked to sky and wondered when
the rain would come.
For years, he fought this dusty regimen
as mission's drum
kept driving him to work the arid field.
In fervent prayer, to God he appealed
for some relief
in his belief
the land could bring a worthy yield.

Last year, he finally gave up his stance
and passed away,
concluding perennial spirit dance
he had each day
with dilapidated barn, its roof caved in.
The rotting walls remain through thick and thin
for all to see
in memory
of Grandpa and his steadfast grin.


Notes

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