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Searching for the One

Broad Reach

With the early morning off-shore breeze

on a broad-reach tacking toward shore

thinking on the harbor once promised

and if I really ever wanted more

 

Walking weatherworn docks

boat secured in its’ slip

morning finds me wandering

looking for one to share the trip

 

Visiting the local breakfast house

sounding for that sympathetic ear

“Hey Sailor, ….another warm-up?”

“Ah … what? Oh … yes dear.”

 

Sun Shield

 

I watch while they quickly consume

devouring needed calories for the day

witnessing distorted mental pathways

their thought’s exposed and on display

 

The open ocean

the only truth

supporting life and building land

sailing offshore each day alone

was never this sailor’s real plan

 

Open Ocean 2

 

Land-lubbers scurry ‘round their cities

building ant-hills atop one another

the open oceans of Mother Earth

would probably make them shudder

 

Finding that very special individual

adds to the complexity of the quest

though I grow much older

I’ll continue looking for the best

 

Upon this Earth, the lady doth exist

my knowledge proves this to be true

but finding that one particular girl

has its’ own way of making me blue

 

Walking weatherworn docks

boat secured in its’ slip

morning finds me wandering

looking for one to share the trip

 

The energy and freedom of youth

is definitely wasted on the young

with knowledge only gained in time

can one’s own song be sung

 

Walking weatherworn docks

boat secured in its’ slip

afternoon finds me wandering

looking for one to share the trip

 

These are the simple thoughts

of a Sailor who’s now grown old

questioning some of the choices

knowing the dream can not be sold

 

Wandering early in the evening

a friendly Pub to get a sip

another place for me to search

looking for one to share the trip

 

Open Ocean

 

Gathering courage from Captain Morgan

chased with a shot or two for the smile

telling inebriated ‘tall tales’ of life at sea

a gallant effort going that extra mile

 

Close moves an interesting companion

a serendipitous moment in time

wondering .…could she be the one?

this evening may end sublime

 

Walking weatherworn docks

she called my boat a ship

I smile as I continue

looking for one to share the trip

 

© SailorNovember 02, 2011 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Revised May 27, 2012

Re-revised October 18, 2012

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Searching for the One

With the early morning off-shore breeze

on a broad-reach tacking toward shore

thinking on the harbor once promised

and if I really ever wanted more

Walking weatherworn docks

boat secured in its’ slip

morning finds me wandering

looking for one to share the trip

Visiting the local breakfast house

sounding for that sympathetic ear

“Hey Sailor, ….another warm-up?”

“Ah … what? Oh … yes dear.”

I watch while they quickly consume

devouring needed calories for the day

witnessing distorted mental pathways

their thought’s exposed and on display

Walking weatherworn docks

boat secured in its’ slip

morning finds me wandering

looking for one to share the trip

The open ocean is the only truth

supporting life and building land

sailing far offshore each day alone

was never ever this sailor’s plan

Land-lubbers scurry ‘round their cities

building ant-hills atop one another

the open oceans of Mother Earth

would probably make them shudder

Walking weatherworn docks

boat secured in its’ slip

morning finds me wandering

looking for one to share the trip

Upon this Earth, the lady doth exist

my knowledge proves this to be true

but finding that one particular girl

has its’ own way of making me blue

Finding that very special individual

adds to the complexity of the quest

even though I grow much older

I’ll continue to looking for the best

Walking weatherworn docks

boat secured in its’ slip

morning finds me wandering

looking for one to share the trip

The energy and freedom of youth

is definitely wasted on the young

with knowledge only gained in time

can one’s own song be sung

These are the simple thoughts

of a Sailor who’s now grown old

questioning some of the choices

knowing the dream can not be sold

Wandering early in the evening

a friendly Pub to get a sip

another place for me to search

looking for one to share the trip

Gathering courage from Captain Morgan

chased with a shot or two for the smile

telling inebriated ‘tall tales’ of life at sea

a gallant effort going that extra mile

Close moves an interesting companion

a serendipitous moment in time

wondering “…could she really be the one?”

this evening will end sublime

Walking weatherworn docks

she called my boat a ship

I smile and continue

looking for one to share the trip

© SailorNovember 02, 2011 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Revised January 9, 2012

TRUST

In God We Trust

all others pay cash

you see this most often

when trying to buy gas

 

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Obama the King

My gosh, the first words that come to my mind

when first trying to say it politely

the American way, a republic so fine

but the Progressives are gripping it tightly

Obama 001 

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© Sailor  January 7, 2011 All Rights Reserved

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YOU ASK

I’m rather amused and somewhat confused

the ineptness of some people today

inability to compose

The Emperor has no clothes”

comments are not meant to sway

 

Many of them say they are bookmarking me

or linking to an RSS feed

within the comment’s a question

not really offering a lesson

CONTACT ME you must plant the seed

 

You must “click” on the “CONTACT ME” page

found in the header and on the side-bar

You may say near anything you like

the “MY EYES ONLY” security is tight

ask questions or paint me with tar

 

I offer my humble request to the few

whom find my words just ring true

I do love to write

well into the night

if I couldn’t share with you I’d be blue

 

©  Sailor  January 6, 2011 All Rights Reserved

The Call

“Hello…Sailor here.”

“Hello.  Rod?”

“No, Sailor.  I don’t know who Rod is.”

“Pardon me?”

“That’s OK.”

“Can I speak with Rod?”

“Sorry, don’t know who Rod is?”

“Let me speak with Rod.”

“You have the wrong number …sorry.”

“This is not Rod’s phone?”

“No.”

“How long have you had this number.”

“Eight years.”

“No Way!  Rod had this number last week.”

“What number did you call?”

“What’s your number?”

“No, it don’t work that way.  You tell me what number you called, and I’ll tell you if it’s my number, or not.”

“Screw-you …click.”

Wow!  I answered the telephone, allowing it to completely interrupt my thoughts.  I do have an appetite for communication, though not the above abbreviated, nonsensical, rude miscommunication the caller abruptly ended.

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