I have been called a hippy dippy;
Transient, I travel when I can,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
Traveling from city to city,
that flower child who lives in a van;
I have been called a hippy dippy;
My spirit’s always been a gypsy;
With a tie dyed hand sign it began,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
Cliche’ but I’m known to hug a tree,
nature is my hallucinogen;
I have been called a hippy dippy;
On the water I drift dreamily
aboard a laid back catamaran,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
So chill unrefined far out at sea;
Ya dig? I’m all about peace man;
I have been called a hippy dippy,
to me mellow flow is so groovy.
Catamaran senses
we sail waters of life waves
destination us
ANAGRAMMATIC Poetry Form
An anagram mantra
Gramma acting manic
Mama in a catamaran, cramming in a cigar
A martian mating in mint gin
A cat antic, grit at a rat act
Magma in a tin, anti-gamma rant
A tram cart ramming a car mart
Magi antic tracing air art
Gain magic in a grim margin
Am I an ant? A racing gnat?
I grin at rain, I’m a maniac again
Tag. I am it. ;)
Abacus yacht boats pleasy
Banana boats are queazy
Catamaran boats squeezy
Dinghy boats all out easy
Eagle Craft boats too cheesy
Fishing boats yet so breezy
Game boats crazy uneasy
Houseboats creepy sneezy
Inflatable boats fizzy
Jet boats so smokeeasy
Kayak boats much so creasy
Lifeboats namely are busy
Motor boats mainly teasy
Narrowboats are but woozy
Origami boats leasy
Pontoon boats namely weasy
Q-Ship boats likewise greasy
Rider boats rather wheezy
Sedan bridge boats are flimsy
Trawler boats just as queasy
U-boats notably dizzy
Vessel boats sure are squeasy
Wakeboard boats easy-peasy
Xebec boats rather frenzy
Yacht boats are indeed sleazy
Zille fish boats funny fuzzy
While Cataloguing Catacombs
in ancient Kathmandu
he chanced upon a Catamaran
from nineteen sixty-two.
He Categorized Caterpillars
in an old Catalpa tree
he grabbed a limb that wasn't there
it was a real Catastrophe.
At night his Cat would Caterwaul
out back behind the house
but he Categorically denied
that he smoked Catnip with the mouse.
He had Cattle on his acreage
and Catfish in the lake
he knew a mighty Catamount
who went by the name of Jake.
He retired to Catalonia
where he grew Catawba grapes
but Cataplexy did him in
from which there's no escape.
With a Catafalque for his coffin
inside the Cathedral tall
they Catered in a dinner
and mourned him one and all.
The light catamaran sailed swiftly
Before the breezy, gusty wind
Out towards the open azure sea.
We sat together under a vermilion sail,
The fresh air sighing through our hair.
My love was suddenly ablaze,
In the soft afternoon heat,
In the luminous and lucent light.
We played in a flamboyant spirit,
Feeling splendid and tender,
soft and lambent.
We snuggled up towards each other,
An idyllic moment.
He felt she was the woman of his life.
Soon we returned to port, happy and contented.
Then she dressed up and left,
Not even a smile or a backwards glance.
It broke my heart in two.
Little noticing she had left her card behind.
The flotilla of ivory sculpture on catamaran of clouds,
sailing on the singing spring air in the cerulean sky,
turned to a menacing fleet bringing sudden scare now
in the shadow of invisible danger, changing our lives.
Entangled in the self-centric social web of seeking life,
the separation of footprints on track of changing times,
enhanced perforce at the dictate of the survival instinct,
cracks in connectivity widen never likely to close aga
in.
The sunburst splendor of the dawning sky I still see,
the rays of hope etching golden lines on gloom reach me.
It won’t be long when the black clouds will melt away,
so it’s time now to revere the ravaged nature we neglect.
Enwrapped in the collapsed wings of the caged bird,
the confined psyche crumbles in the abyss of isolation,
with spirit held high it’ll rise fortified from debris of twenty
after the tormenting tide ebbs after times like these.
May 7, 2020
Oh, to ride the universal catamaran
into those deep and darkest sighs.
To see the Creator in His glory stand,
not needing to see Him with these eyes.
To soar above the absolute in faith,
to be blinded by the truth that is real.
Caught up in a madding swirl of hope,
blessed by His ancient and holy seal.
To hold my hand out to Him in all trust
and feel Him steady me as planets whirl,
lifted above the ordinary mortality to a
place where holy streamers gaily twirl.
Oh, to go to a place where fear lives not,
where lies are an unknown, forbidden.
All the soil of the soil of the soul washed
clean; no more ugly secrets deeply hidden.
To feel these bones that weigh me down
disintegrate and become needed no more.
Pain of heart and mind will melt fast away,
my soul He will cleanse, mend and restore.
I have packed my suitcase, it waits by
the door, packed with all my sins and fears,
that I may present them to Him on the throne.
To blinded with ecstasy, shedding grateful tears.
HANDCUFFED BY HOLOGRAPHY OF ROOTS
LEANDERS ENCIRCULATING MY HEART
WITH HOPES OF EPHEMERAL LOVE
MY EYELIDS GROW SCALES
I CAN SEE
WITHOUT EYEBALLS DEVOURED BY REALITY
MY RETURN TO WATERS...
I ECHO-LOCATE MY SOUL THROUGH ASHES
TOSSED AGAINST THE WIND FROM A CATAMARAN
FULL OF THE FACELESS WITH SUNGLASSES
I FINALLY FOUND WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR
ALL MY LIFE...
RETURNING TO THE WATERS...
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They control me, hold me and crush me.
Escape! Gotta go find a new land.
Warm sun, watching me flee on the sea,
in a beat up catamaran.
Sea breeze pushes me along,
to a place I do not know.
A dolphin leaps, sleek and strong,
living free, to just be and grow.
The sunny day shifts into night.
Deep darkness, oh pain of heart!
Why did I flee? Why do we fight?
Morning rays, a peaceful new start.
It's ahead! Green dot in sparkling blue.
I land, laying in the sand for days
alone, only God to answer to.
Not a sound but the crashing waves.
I look and see the lush palm trees,
with birds flying, singing so free,
among dark shadows hiding mysteries,
the Spirit calls me to come and see.
My passion for the last 10 years,
is unlike none I've had before!
It brings me untold pleasure,
there's no pasttime, I love more!
Sailing the Caribbean, on a Cruise Ship,
with my family and some friends.
Visiting several island resorts,
it's a vacation I highly recommend!
These beautiful ships are gigantic,
with so many things to do.
Accomodations are fantastic,
and service is excellent too!
The meals are varied and scrumptous,
no matter what your taste.
I just let myself go and enjoy them,
though they seem to go to my "waist"!
As a group, you can rent a catamaran,
or swim with Dolphins, at some of the stops.
You can ride horses or lie on the beach.
Buy gifts or souvenirs, at the various shops.
Cruises to me, are exciting.
I mean from beginning to end.
So much so, when each cruise is over,
I can't wait to do it again!
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