He Watched the Ships Go Sailing (Or ‘I Waited’) (Written for Ryan Summers)

He watched the water,

safe under the shore’s aegis,

gazing out at the horizon,

he watched the ships go sailing.

 

He sought the water,

bathed in the poet’s pages,

gazing out at Poseidon,

he watched the ships go sailing.

 

He fought the water,

braved the tides of ages,

gazing with dead eyes, fish and

he watched the ships go sailing.

 

 

This poem was one of the first that Ryan Summers (who was writing as Sahm King at the time) expressed an interest in.  Ryan is a tremendous poet, a hugely encouraging gentleman and a friend of mine.  This is dedicated to him.  We celebrate National Poetry Day today.  I aim to do so by honouring some of the talented poets who have given me so much to celebrate.

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For Prophet and King

How can one think thoughts

That may be profound

When people keep filling

The silence with sound?

Madness and gladness

Is all in the mind

But if the ears are full

Then the eyes become blind

For quietude is a rarity

That seems all but lost

Dig a grave for metaphysics

For it paid the cost

How can one think thoughts

That may be profound

When people keep filling

The silence with sound?

 

 

Inspired by Sahm King’s quote from Khalil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet’

‘You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts’.

Two fantastic philosophers, please visit Sahm at ‘the arkside of thought’ and see the tremendous work he and his team do for poetry and poets at ‘we drink because we’re poets’.

best wishes from baldy

Colour-Blind & Colourless

These two poems are for Sahm King and We Drink Because We’re Poets, following his magnificent monday prompt.  Best wishes from Baldy.

 

Colour-blind

 

A world absent colour,

Blight upon the eye,

Love prefers a broader palette,

Not shades that cry,

Friendship enjoys a tapestry,

Of vibrancy and delight,

Rid the world of races,

Be one with all tonight.

 

 

Colourless

 

A world holds its breath,

As gods, observing,

Stand idle, perhaps helpless,

Themselves as undeserving,

Individuals are punished,

By cruel despots, our kin,

Made slaves again to hate and pain,

For wearing different skin.

 

Is it not enough that poverty,

And famine causes such strife?

We go to war over religion,

And rape what’s good in life,

Racism – So ridiculous!

Bless all the flesh’s hues,

It’s about time we were responsible,

Some still need to change their views.

Pals (for Sahm King’s WDBWP prompt)

Sahm King refreshed my memory with an enchanting poet and philosopher called Khalil Gibran in his monday writing prompt for ‘We drink Because We’re Poets’  My poem isn’t exactly in-line with his prompt, but it is connected to an extract from Kahlil Gibran’s the Prophet (which is a masterpiece that I highly reccomend, ISBN 0-330-31972-8).

Thanks to Sahm for the prompt and reminder of this magnificent writer.  If anyone reading this has not visited We drink Because We’re Poets, please do as Sahm and the team do a fantastic job of advocating poets and poetry.  Keep smiling and keep writing, best wishes from Baldy 🙂

From Khalil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet’:

 

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the

‘nay’ in your own mind, nor do you withhold the

‘ay’.

 

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen

to his heart;

 

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all

desires, all expectations are born and shared, with

joy that is unacclaimed.

 

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

 

For that which you love most in him may be clearer

in his absence,as the mountain to the climber is

clearer from the plain.

 

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the

deepening of the spirit.

 

 

Pals

Or Carburettor, Rugby Union, Means: I Love You, Man

You leave me alone,

When I want to be on my own,

And my wishes,

You have heeded,

But you’re always there,

To show that you care,

And always when,

You’re needed.

Though hard to conceive,

You may not believe,

But I have nothing,

But respect for you,

Because you’re solid as a rock,

And when I take a knock,

You prove yourself a pal so true.

I feel lucky to know,

That wherever I go,

You’re only a phone-call away,

A shoulder to cry on,

Someone I rely on,

And you know how to make my day.

You ensure there’s no strife,

I love that you’re in my life,

And feel that I’m on the mend,

It is important I must,

Say that in you, I trust,

My pal, my mate my friend.

 

 

 

©Baldypoems2011

Evolutionary Psychology (Idea)

I am told that it was developed during,
Different periods of time,
Etiology provides history pertaining to,
A fear of snakes common to all simians,
Indeed, the monkey has often taken flight,
Desperate and anxious to remove itself,
Ever paranoid that the serpent will,
Attack, though the snake will suggest,
Indiscriminately, Science contradicting,
Divine scripture, Adam feared the snake,
Eve gorged herself on its lies,
Allegory delivered fearfully in myriad ways.

Get the idea? Inspired Sahm King’s acrostic prompt (sorry I didn’t do the whole thing and try an acrostic for my favourite book but The Dragons of Autumn Twilight (Dragonlance) was a bit daunting after a hard day’s work, I’ll have a stab at it soon! Nice prompt, Sahm (I like the form)!
(someone will have to show me how to do a pingback (?) and how to link prompts/blogs etc, Baldy is stupid when it comes to computers!)

©KieranDavis2013
©Baldypoems2013