Poem: Navigator

Having surpassed the milestone of 100 wonderful people to share the blogging adventure with, I thought this poem might be an appropriate post. Written in the 2007-2008 timeframe, it was an exploration of the A-B-C-C-B-A rhyme scheme.

I sail across a sea of time
Making reference to an ancient chart
Faded markings in a faded script
As sleekly through the waves I slip
Guided by the compass of my heart
So that I seek your love divine

Ev’ry age age my quest begins anew
Always in a ship not quite the same
The sky above appears so strange
As if the stars have rearrange’d
And thus the heavens I must tame
As I begin my search for you

With Polaris as my guide
I stand upon uncovered deck
And brace against the salt night air
As of my course I’m most aware
My heading then again I’ll check
And by my compass I’ll abide

My eyes reflect the endless days
That I have put to sea for you
Not always knowing where I was
At times uncertain, this because
I hadn’t learned what I’d to do
Even though I’d sailed a ways

Yet now I sail with purpose strong
And mark my course with firm resolve
My uncertainty at its nadir
Thus towards you do I steer
While thoughts of you around revolve
So I can be where I belong

To horizon then I gaze afar
Drawn by an unspoken need
To the edge of sea and sky
I no longer wonder why
My compass I know I must heed
To take me where I know you are

The vestiges of land I view
Through the distant picture of my glass
The thought of you is restless, though
But soon the sight of you I’ll know
A boundless love I’ll then amass
And thus my fortitude renew

I see you now upon the shore
I see the love within your eyes
This love that is reserved for me
This love that is so plain to see
Carried on escaping sighs
A love that I so do adore

I hold you tight, so close to me
Together then we stand at last
Once again your love I know
Without restraint, which you bestow
As you have in ages past
As in ages that we’ve yet to see

I sail across a timeless sea
With reference to a faded chart
Faint markings in an ancient script
Firmly through the waves I slip
Guided by the compass of my heart
In a journey through eternity

Poem: A Leaf Falls Prematurely

My Backyard in Fall

I watch your pretty colours turn’d
As I fear’d, they’re premature
I hang in a future stark and clear
And your palate I endure

For in the gentle, rustling green
Of leaves against the wood
I sense you slight stem’s tenuous grip
Not holding as it should

So long we’ve sat here, side by side
Swaying in the breeze
What awaits as your stems separates
I cannot embrace with ease

I watch you now, past breakaway
In your slow and graceful fall
Though long have I foreseen this end
I could not this end forestall

Would that it were different, though
Our fall together won
We’d turn with one another
And descend in unison

Our final journey; we’d confide
In soft flight, devoid of sound
We’d descend in silence, side by side
Then together upon the ground

Yet I watch you arc, obliviously
I pain, and do not know
Whether you’ll fall straight beneath me
Or away, should some wind blow

Your slow decent continues
My heart, I fear it grieves
For I rest here, one of many
Alone amongst the leaves.

 

 

Poem: The Hourglass

credit: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:S_Sepp

 

When I was but an innocent child

Through naive eyes the world I’d see

So little of life had I compiled

With a hungry mind, and in nature mild

The hourglass seemed so big to me

It sands flowed from infinity

Then came the boundless drive of youth

The less I knew the more I learned

My days were far too short, in truth

And night’s embrace I’d try to spurn

Too soon the hourglass would turn

There came the day where I, the man

Held this world under my thumb

As I bathed in the radiant mid-day sun

Oh! The time – how quick it ran

But not how fast did fall the sand

The hourglass, though years it span’d

Did turn so fast as if it spun

As the hourglass is new

Its asymmetry too well I know

For atop, the grains, they are so few

Each one falls within my view

And adds to the loose pile below

My life ebbs, and the pile, it grows

A long, rich life now in review

As the hourglass my last sand bestows

MIA: Missing In Action

Everyone,

 

Due to a botched transition between Internet Service Providers (ISPs), I am without home internet access until 24 October at the earliest.

Being slightly divorce-poor and sans car, I will have a limited ability to get to places like Starbucks with wifi.

Cheers,

Navigator1965

Are Men Oppressed?

The National Post ran an interesting article on the Men’s Rights Awareness (MRA) movement that is growing at Canadian universities.

I’d like to hear your civil opinions on two simple questions:

1. Are men oppressed by feminism? and

2. What do you think about MRA groups on campus being labelled as being inherently “hateful”?

No trolling, be respectful, and thanks in advance for your thoughts.