Man of War

Man of War Sailing
(Painting by Christopher J. Guise)

It's a sunny bright morning
the ship's under full sail.
and if Neptune is happy
the bilges won't need to be bailed.

The cook's been up
since way before dawn,
and the smell of the coffee
erases all yawns.

There are lines to be spliced
and painting needs done,
all under the rays
of a bright shining Sun.

A ship under sail,
is a sailor's delight.
And if all works out well
t'will be a bright moonlit night.
  

The Midwatch

The Midwatch

This poem is based on the painting "Crescent Moon" by Montague Dawson.

The sails are all creaking,
there's a shroud o'er the moon.
The crew is all sleeping,
under a full mast and boom.

The day's work is done,
hatches battened down tight.
All troubles are gone
'til morning's daylight.

The ship rocks on the ocean
It sways beam to beam.
Not a sailor's awake,
all lare ost in their dreams.

3 Poems - The Thinker. A Trilogy.

 

How can one abandon
such strong feelings?
Am I that weak?
Are you that strong?
I look at what we had
and wonder...
Will i ever feel that way again?
Are there really other eyes out there
that sparkle like yours,
or shine like mine?
I really dont think so.
Turn it over,
look at the other side.
It was worth the changes,
the joys, the sorrows.
I can never forget
the way my heart pounded
at our first kiss.
Or  how time stopped when

i first entered you.
But now we are closed to one another,
and yet time moves on?
................

Sometimes i think i am
all that i need.
And at other times
I need you to be with.
It's so confusing
all of these
conflicting thoughts
and emotions.
If i seem to lean on us,
or you,
is that weakness?
Even the Pillars of Rome
had their faltering moments.
And this moment is mine.
............

How can i avoid
picking up the phone
to call you
when i feel like this?
You might call it weak,
but i don't think so.
Is it wrong to need one another?
(though it scares us both)
Do you need me?
When i ache inside,
can i lean on you?

 

Zeus and Hermes

Zeus was the Greek equivalent of the Roman God of Speed Mercury, pictured here on our old US Mercury dime.

Hermes was the son of Zeus and Maia. Hermes was Zeus messenger. Zeus was the fastest of the gods. He wore winged sandals, a winged hat, and carriied a magic wand.

"Zeus and Hermes came disguised as ordinary peasants, and began asking the people of the town for a place to sleep that night. They had been rejected by all, "so wicked were the people of that land," when at last they came to Baucis and Philemon's simple rustic cottage. Though the couple was poor, their generosity far surpassed that of their rich neighbors, among whom the gods found “doors bolted and no word of kindness."

After serving the two guests food and wine (which Ovid depicts with pleasure in the details), Baucis noticed that, although she had refilled her guest's beech wood cups many times, the pitcher was still full (from which derives the phrase "Hermes's Pitcher"). Realizing that her guests were gods, she and her husband "raised their hands in supplication and implored indulgence for their simple home and fare." Philemon thought of catching and killing the goose that guarded their house and making it into a meal, but when he went to do so, it ran to safety in Zeus's lap. Zeus said they need not slay the goose and that they should leave the town. This was because he was going to destroy the town and all those who had turned them away and not provided due hospitality. He told Baucis and Philemon to climb the mountain with him and Hermes and not to turn back until they reached the top.

After climbing to the summit ("as far as an arrow could shoot in one pull"), Baucis and Philemon looked back on their town and saw that it had been destroyed by a flood and that Zeus had turned their cottage into an ornate temple. The couple's wish to be guardians of the temple was granted. They also asked that when time came for one of them to die, that the other would die as well. Upon their death, the couple were changed into an intertwining pair of trees, one oak and one linden, standing in the deserted boggy terrain."

Thinking of Hootch - Cats Paws

Love this little pink paw. First time I saw one was on a kitten which had fallen  out a window of a second floor apartment on East 19th between Ave O and P in Brooklyn. I figured the owner was too stupid to own it and put him in my coat pocket and took him home. Named him Hootch.

If you were ever a steady "visitor" at 2132 Ocean Avenue you probably remember him coming and going. He led a lifestyle best described as ephemeral, like the stages of the moon.

Hootch lived for about 4 years, getting into scrapes but always making it back from the edges. Literally had 9 lives! He even got a job as a "mouser" at the butcher on Avenue O an East 15th street when I left to join the Navy. This was about 45 years ago, and the photo of the pink paw reminded me of him.....

Here is the little guy with his mom. Got the photos from a post by a woman named Peggy Sue on the Simon's Cat (fun) site, which can be found on Facebook. You can also contact the Underdog Pet Rescue Mission of Wisconsin at 608-224-0018