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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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August 20, 2020 at 6:38pm
August 20, 2020 at 6:38pm
#991247
I long to hug and kiss my grandkids,
but sterile plexiglass forbids such human contact.


Notes on the Landay form of poetry
August 11, 2020 at 12:51pm
August 11, 2020 at 12:51pm
#990528
My Muse wants me to work, but before I do,
I must take a break so I can pour coffee.

Poetic writing's boosted by more coffee.


Notes
August 10, 2020 at 3:12pm
August 10, 2020 at 3:12pm
#990456
In the Navy,
         coffee in the morning,
         coffee in the afternoon,
         coffee all day long.

While underway,
         coffee in the engine room,
         coffee in the boiler room,
         coffee everywhere you go.

Fuel oil delivers power to drive propellers;
coffee provides energy to get sailors through the day.


Notes
August 10, 2020 at 1:52pm
August 10, 2020 at 1:52pm
#990449
My morning coffee
creates a bond
with friends
who appreciate
the value of peace.

My morning coffee
beside the pond
with ducks--
quiet interlude
before day begins.

My morning coffee
extends beyond
morning
into afternoon,
giving me a boost.


Notes
August 6, 2020 at 6:13pm
August 6, 2020 at 6:13pm
#990137
Originally entered in August round of "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest with deadline of August 8, 2020, and prompt words: lighthouse hope seagull waves sand power crashing clouds. ("My entry for August"  )

Stately lighthouse marks jutting coast.
Relentless sentinel of hope
throws pulsing beams into the dark
for souls who sail the sea at night.

Shrill seagulls flock 'round splintered hull
of barquentine which came too close.
Her captain drowned in crashing waves
and washed up on the sandy beach.

Back home, his loving wife projects
power of faith for his return,
standing vigil from rooftop ledge,
'til black clouds send chills down her spine.
She knows he will never come home.


Notes
July 22, 2020 at 6:00pm
July 22, 2020 at 6:00pm
#988891
Cabin fever got you depressed?
You must remain resolute lest
you be joined by unwelcome guest.
Stay the course to withstand the test.

Avoid street corner pharmacist
peddling pills from illicit list.
Instead, you had better insist
on licensed psychoanalyst.


Notes on the Malaysian Syair form of poetry
July 10, 2020 at 7:48pm
July 10, 2020 at 7:48pm
#987767
A spectacular display of pyrotechnics concludes a night
of holiday festivities to everyone’s delight.
After a day of parades and cookouts, we gather there
to watch popping starbursts and pink palms rising in the air
amidst the sizzle of red rain that glitters. What a sight!

As much as the garish, whiz-bang pageant does to excite
patriotic fervor in this holiday crowd tonight,
we soon find out that Nature’s version is beyond compare--
a spectacular display.

She stirs electric energy in the air to ignite
blazing bolts of lightning, which explode with horrendous might,
and booming thunder that fiercely shakes the very earth where
we stand, awed by this marvelous event, and join in prayer,
paying homage to a dazzling panorama of light--
a spectacular display!




AUTHOR'S NOTES:



July 8, 2020 at 7:38pm
July 8, 2020 at 7:38pm
#987592
What bewitching charms
do sultry summer nights hold
over souls of innocents?


         Fireflies flicker, float,
         mingle among dancing stars,
         as river of life rolls on.


Notes on the Mondo form of poetry
June 28, 2020 at 6:22pm
June 28, 2020 at 6:22pm
#986721
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The heartless Queen of Darkness reigns
over her domain with an iron fist
and ice cold blood coursing through her veins.

She goes ballistic when someone mentions
her midnight tryst with Mister Vlad from
Transylvania and his dastardly intentions.

Dismissing loyal minions, her Royal Majesty
projects an egotistical attitude
and succumbs to scourge of human vanity.

Obsessed with quest for eternal youth,
she celebrates her birthday with a feast
prepared by boiling subjects' flesh and blood.


Notes
June 27, 2020 at 8:49pm
June 27, 2020 at 8:49pm
#986671
Beneath blue skies,
soft waves caress the shore,
and attitude begins to soar
as ocean breezes croon,
while puppy chases butterflies
across the rolling dune--
routine's demise.


Notes on the Star Sevlin form of poetry

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