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Here begins a series of Burns stanzas commemorating the Catholic Missions found in Old California along "El Camino Real", The King's Highway. The rhyme scheme is aaabab and the meter is trochee. Lines "a" are tetrameter lines and lines "b" are dimeter lines.
Captain Nielsen and First Mate, Neels Bergen, were together in the captain’s cabin after the weather and sea had worsened. Captain was making certain that the mate had issued the order to furl sail. “Yes sir, I’ve got Burt in the rigging now. Men seem to be working a little slower than usual, but job’s being done.” “Keep someone in the nest. We
Sailing ships race through the water with beautiful grace and form. Catching wind, sheets move the vessel fast over bad seas that churn. She will pitch, rolling from side as to side, in a raging storm. Facing hard time, bow dips deep in the brine for expectant turn, needing to stay on this heading till captain's command some learn. Bowsprit proud, showing Columbia crashing through
When you're topside in the gallants and you're lookin' up at waves, the wind's ascreemin' madness intent on many graves. The mate has said: "Lay aloft!", and Third was on his way, you scrambled up the shrouds windward and laid to right away. Now it's one hand for yourself an' one hand for the ship, oft hangin' on by eyelash to last this windsw
Howling wind, calls out sad and longing, sighing solemnly through the trees. Not threatening, but showing off its gusts, warning of gale building up, with storm looming. The howling is sad and threatening, like a lone wolf crying for company. Now the wind roars breathy in the trees, which bend yielding to the force, but resilient in submi
The question was could the ship and crew beat Yorkshire’s record of sixteen days set three years ago in 1846? Probably not. It all depended on the weather. Since Brig Copenhagen was only four days out of Liverpool, there remained a distance to cover. Because it was November, 15 according the ship’s log, conditions might worsen. Even if the weather improved that saw better skies, mena
Wind ripped through the rigging. Because wind was strong blowing cold, sheets with extended billows were stiff, unyielding. Men struggled to reef them. Gale and mounting surge were increasing. The ship pitched and rolled. Sleet and ice in halyards encrusted blocks, covered lines. North Atlantic weather and water were assaulting forces. Both gave the ship and crew no quarter; it tried their captai
An ample log burns softly on the fire Where I’ve curled up to read a favorite book. Hot cocoa in a steaming mug helps me retire To the fantasy of painted woods and brook. The road to now is one I’m glad I took!
Wordsmith dour, drab <> embellished don't recite <> read out loud stop for a pause <> never stop writing be difficult, obscure <> be clear express self ignore other poets <> read many good poems procrastinate, delay <> expedite, keep on track wait till words come <> search for words till done
It is said that mindful eating can help with weight loss. Being fully aware in the moment fulfills without overindulgence. Savoring every morsel and minute fills the hunger pot, before the belly fills. But what of conversation? What of admiring the view? What of smelling the roses? What of enjoying the music? Can you really eat
On the bright side all shadows are behind you. We never see the dark side of the moon which always shows its bright face. Like clown heads in the fair bright smiling face gets fed more often with balls feeding hungry bright heads. On the bright side all shadows are behind you On the dark side everything is in shadows. The happiness habit focu
A lie begets a lie begets a lie When you say good-bye to truth, its bye, bye. For there's no way to tell the difference between what is truth stretched out tight and taut and lines of lies hanging there enticing a play-out. Telling lies is highly infectious, a game of dare and bluff, growing worse, as lies feed on each other like
Down under the sea it's frolic time free. Fiddler crabs play jigs, lolling, lively lilts. Cockles flap up to clang their symbols with glee. Angelfish, halos askew, sing in kilts. Octopuses play jazz in harmony. Shrimps a dancing, rocking attune on stilts. Anemones tentacles wave in surge, as tide and current roll rhythms and submerge.
A new poetry form the BELL has been added, which is an elongated version of a Cinquain. It has 9 lines and rigid syllable count of 1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 2, 1, respectively. When the <center>...</center> alignment is used the poem resembles a bell shape. (If not you get a half bell!) The last two lines are the 'striker' - the counterpoint that chim
Pendulum swings high, swings low, swings high, up. A pendulum stopped, needs a push or pull like a child wiggling to go in playground. Push me, pull me, push me up, till I fly. Once started, gravity sustains the swing. going high, gravity tugs and pulls down. As it falls tethered on string, speed builds up carrying it down, th
Profile I was born under the star sign 'Pisces' and as the saying goes "You can't get over that". I have life-long interests in water, fish, the sea, sailing and everything wet and aquatic. I have a scientific background in the environment, aquatic sciences and fisheries. I have written extensively on many topics. I have created and manage a huge gaggle of
Tantalise my taste buds with the taste of you Oozily snuggle up, so I can feel your warm compliance Utter sweet nothings in my ear, which hears only you Cup my hands within yours so I can feel your pulse Herald our love with bonded eyes, that cannot stop looking at each other