Opening Our Sails

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Dreams of poetry are often a matter of opening our sails

allowing the wind to fill us, embracing the strength

of the unlimited ocean.

    

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Preferred Company

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Most of the ones beaten down, do not look for the company of another king,

preferring instead a tall glass of beer, with a trusted

friend, some soft jazz playing,

and perhaps on a good day

reading a story of

the courageous

conquering

the sea.

    

It has always been that way.

      

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New Adventures

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I’m having a great time writing! I really enjoy this site and I’m so proud of the journey I’ve been taking. Thank you for being a wonderful part of it!

And yet the participation here has been waning, for a variety of reasons, including the summer lull. So I feel a need to stretch my wings, to get involved, and to discover new venues.

Many bloggers have gone to social media, and some have closed down their wordpress sites entirely. So this old guy is going to learn what he can (not knowing a thing) and hang out with people in a new way.

And believe it or not, I’m actually going to start up more blogs! The first new one will be a fiction only site. I love writing fiction but it takes a lot of time, so I will only post there once or twice a week.

After that there will be a music blog! Wahoo!

I will keep you posted. I’ll still be here on Ancient Skies, but maybe a little less.

Peace!

(The guitars are very loud here so please be careful)

 

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Of Wind and Confidence

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As ropes pulled on old wood

creaking,

giving way to canvas flaps

the wind folded, and filled

the sails.

The ship leaned

to the port side.

       

And she held his hand, and the railing with the other,

she thought there was such strength

in his heart, as her straw hat blew off, and fell

into the water, he didn’t miss a beat

covering her

with his baseball cap.

      

Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her lips

whispering “My reward?”.

as the ship sliced the waves,

they surrendered.

     

As he looked forward, she said,

“Go ahead sweetheart….I love to watch you in the wind…”

      

So as the man of her dreams stood in the bow

with his arms extended,

conquering worlds with his spirit free,

a smile appeared, covering her face.

       

She understood

what trusting was now,

and she was no longer afraid,

to live.

       

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Departure

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A ship moving, plowing through the waves

the lifting of her calling, the bay lets go

sails snap to attention

forgetting the anchor,

there is only the horizon,

an ocean waiting

to receive her with

benevolent

waves.

A time of freedom

and expectation.

     

Another week is beginning. Are you ready for the open sea?

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Dad

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I still remember Dad, when we use to fish along the river, and how you loved the water. I love the water now a lot more than I used to, and if I had had the money back when, I would have bought you a boat.

Remember the baseball games Dad? Jim Palmer was pitching back then. Boog Powell, Davie Johnson, Mark Belanger, and Brooks Robinson on the infield. I can’t remember the outfield too well, except for Paul Blair. That guy was amazing, as he ran to catch the ball. It was the golden age of the Baltimore Orioles.

And we both loved fast cars. Did you know Dad, they make dragsters now for teens? Of course they have the engines behind the driver, for safety purposes.

And I still remember your favorite meal, roast beef sandwiches at the mall.

I wish you were still alive, Dad. I could sure use your advice right now.

Thanks for everything though. You know I miss you.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”