A sailor stands on the bow of his ship,
the wind, accelerated by her passage,
cutting deeply, pushes against his slender frame
momentarily interrupting his thoughts,
as he balances to counter the force,
raising his eyes, witness,
the stars shine intensely,
on this, blackest of nights,
flicker, producing a sight
breath taking in its magnificence,
he sees none of this, eyes wide open,
sees only the vision in his thoughts
A sailor stands on the shore,
looking toward the horizon far and wide,
a gentle breeze is created by waves as they splash
against white sugary sand,
mussing his hair, raising locks, into the air,
to resemble the crest of a cockatoo,
staring intently into the depth,
crabs, scurry along the bottom,
a dolphin leaps, exhilarated at first light,
a passerby, pauses, delights at the sight,
he sees none of this, eyes wide open,
sees only the vision in his thoughts
A sailor lays in a mud slick hole,
looking ahead at the top of a small hill,
the air is stiff, unmoving,
stifling, after midday thunderstorms,
providing no comfort to wet, cramped limbs,
staring intently at the hill,
a plane, comes from nowhere,
strafing along its crest,
shouts of pain reverberate,
throughout the narrow valley,
soldiers near, cheer at their demise,
showing no remorse as they die,
he sees none of this, eyes wide open,
sees only the vision in his thoughts
A sailor affectionately guides his ship,
higher through clouds, to crystal blue sky,
gives her lead, stretches,
racing toward, yet never reaching the horizon,
far below an eagle soars, towns, of various size,
pass quickly, commercial aircraft, on scheduled route,
appear to stand still, in the wake of his crafts,
incredible speed, he sees none of this,
eyes wide open, sees only the vision in his thoughts
Eyes wide open, countless times a day,
related not to time, or circumstance,
sailors performing daily tasks,
seconds to minutes every day,
pause, eyes wide open,
see only the vision in their thoughts,
as they pray
A retired sailor sits at his computer,
staring at a cursor blinking, constant,
annoying, a reminder of passing time,
the television, plays in the background,
dinner being prepared, produces the usual,
sounds and smells, a cat lies quietly upon his lap,
purring contentedly, he pays attention to none of this,
eyes wide open, sees only the vision of his thoughts,
as he prays
Lord, here my prayer,
send your angels,
to guard well, we sailors,
serving in your fleet,
protect us from harm or defeat,
give us guidance and wisdom,
to pursue diplomacy and peace
instead of hatred and war,
choosing life, over death,
when I die, permit me to appear first,
at your gate,
allow the devil to think I'm late,
and, before he realizes his mistake,
grant me entrance, and assign me to serve,
life eternal, in your heavenly fleet
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Written January 23rd, 2005
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This is cool. Seeing as how I'm a pirate and all, I like most stuff that has to do with the sea. Catchy title, good range of vocabulary, great job.
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Bravo Zulu
Mac,
I enjoyed your piece and it harks me back to my days aboard US Navy Submarines. Many times at sea I performed my tasks while only seeing my loved ones at home worrying for me and not knowing my whereabouts, me praying for them and they for me. Thanks, keep up the good work.... -
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Wow....this is incredible...My cousin is in the Navy and I love hearing about his time on the ship...although I am often afraid for him...This is a beautiful piece with a great flow.
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A fantastic piece. My Uncle served in WWII on the USS Batan. I remember many of his stories. This brought them back to me.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts and visions...
Regards
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Thanks Holly, I thought you might like this one. Glad you did.
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WoW!!! I loved it Mac!!! I loved it!!! Your talnet is alot better than my own. I really liked these ilnes the best, "Lord, here my prayer, send your angels, to guard well, we sailors, serving in your fleet" I liked the way this poem flows and I enjoy all of your work and I look forward to reading more. Excellent job.
Holly
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