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Who Is She

Who Is She

Happy
Gay
Enthusiastic
Optimistic

She is a lightening beam
Her own liturgy
I can only dream
So full.of energy

Why is she alone
No one has claimed her
She is not owned
By a mister or sir

Probably her choice
She is strong
With her own voice
She knows right from wrong

She wants a companion
Just like me
Who will not abandon
An attentive attendee

To life
To grief
To celebration
To sorrow

She wants comfort
So do I
She want to be unhurt
And not cry

She wants gaiety
She wants merriment
She wants playfulness
She wants levity

We all want this
We do much research
Along with a kiss
And we search and search

Giving up hope
This person will never be found
And I am no dope
To catch someone on the rebound

Please God give me a chance
To find love and contentment
Along with romance
And adornment”

Shift

Shift

Left to right
Forward and back
Dark to bright
Run to tack

There are many ways to go
And I must change
Do not go with the flow
I must turn the page

Leave Jackson
Do not be shocked
Viking or saxon
Not land locked

A new journey
Sailing away
Leaving absurdity
A new sunset everyday

My intent
My want
My plan
My desire

At sixty not too late
To transition
A new journey and fate
A grand ambition

But wait
Who is this girl
That I went on a date
Her hair has so much curl

I am smitten
By her beauty and enthusiasm
Maybe sailing is not written
She has to be an addendum

My plan b has crumpled
Moving to plan c
My arrogance humbled
I now can see

I want her in my life
And she makes me laugh
With no crazy strife
I want to be her better half

In this moment
In this time
In this minute
In this space

I will pursue her
Wanting to know if she is real
Not some imaginary blur
And my feelings are real

Sailing will be there
But I can not let this pass
I am chasing that wild hair
And this charming lass

There is so much opportunity
There is so much promise
There is so much compassion
There is so much expectation

Go all in
Do not miss the chance
I can only laugh and grin
A sailboat can not kiss or dance

My Old Friend

I missed you
My good friend
We can share a pew
And transcend

Transcend my feelings
My feelings of obscurity
In all routine dealings
Reducing my security

Fall left to right
Shift backwards
The sun so bright
Unable to say words

Where do you hide
In the summertime
Where do you reside
Rushing back time after time

To disrupt my life
Bewitching me
Causing such strife
Not letting me flee

Fleeing the troubles
Fleeing the nuisance
Fleeing the intangibles
Fleeing the assurance

Assurances of stability
Assurances of normality
Assurances of survivability
Assurances of congeniality

I become tired
I become annoyed
I become angered
I become destroyed

Hard to accept
This reoccurring crap
Not well kept
In this sinister trap

Trap of denial
Trap of betrayal
Trap of carnal
Trap of abnormal

This is not just
Give me relief
Can you adjust
And reduce your grief

You must
No other choice
Or you will rust
And lose your voice

Stay steady
Bulk up
Reduce your anxiety
Accept your cup

Transition

How do you move
From one lifestyle to another way
What do you have to prove
Or who do you have to betray

Leaving your loved ones
Moving far away
Tired of the reruns
Satisfied to exit the fray

To most of us
The little things do not matter
But I cannot handle the fuss
All the unnecessary chatter

I hate the escalation of the mundane
It drives me nuts
And it hurts my brain
To live continually in a rut

So how do you escape
From this routine
Wanting to create a new shape
Without making a scene

Pray to God
Ask for direction
This is not odd
A way of injection

Create a vision
Let people know
Helps them envision
Your plan so it can grow

Grow on their minds
Not a great surprise
When I chase the winds
And say my goodbyes

What is success
How does that look
Write it down to reduce stress
Use a one dollar composition book

Write your thoughts
In this journal
Connect the dots
A commitment eternal
Read it periodically
Change it if needed
A true methodically
Success will be seeded

Payoff your debts
Have no liabilities
Easy as it gets
Increasing the possibilities

Possibilities to leave
With no restrictions
A grand reprieve
From regular convictions

Automate your finances
Depositing checks and paying bills
No reason to take chances
Create and update your wills

Fulfill your obligations
Tidy up your affairs
Mend your relations
Expend a few tears

Plan a period of months not days
To transition to your new world
A cautious journey pays
Your new life will unfurl

Unfurl in bits and pieces
Taking systematic actions
Success increases
Through these transactions

Create an exit plan
How do I get out
If crap hits the fan
And I have my doubt

Can I do it
Living on a boat
If I need to quit
Just read my notes

Follow your instructions
Knowing how to leave
Removing all obstructions
Not hard to unweave

Return to drydock on solid land
The life forgotten
Not what y0u had planned
You life will not be rotten

Appreciate that you tried
To live in a unique fashion
You did not backslide
Trying to enjoy a childhood passion

You took a trek
And you gave it a shot
What the heck
Not what you thought

But why this defeatist attitude
You have planned and trained
So do not unnecessary conclude
You will crack under the strain

God is in control
That is why you prayed
He owns your soul
So do not be afraid

God will communicate
If He disagrees
God is your mate
So be at ease

You have ignored God before
You know his wrath
You understand God more and more
You will not stray from His path

Go with assurance
A grand expedition
You have secular insurance
And divine permission

Enjoy and treasure
Toast and celebrate
This extraordinary pleasure
Sailing is your fate

Beginning to Sail

I learned to sail
On a little lake
Bring on the gale
A piece of cake

We flipped
And turned
We whipped
And learned

How to sail close reach
How to right our boat
How to run up on the beach
How to sit and float

Not terribly hard
But full of fun
In our backyard
And in the sun

Friends would ride
Along with my dog
Jumping from side to side
Just like a frog

Intentionally capsizing
And driving me mad
There was no compromising
They were annoying and bad

I wanted to cruise
They wanted to tip
I would always lose
But it was my ship

A little Laser
Chasing about
A hell raiser
Fun no doubt

We were young
And it was thrilling
I was stung
Sailing was fulfilling

I was mesmerized and hooked
The rest of my life and forever more
A skill many have overlooked
I always miss when ashore

The sheets full of the wind
The boat rocking up and down
Throughout history of mankind
Sailors of old necessary playground

To travel and trade
They would navigate
And they were not afraid
It was their fate

We are tourist
On our vessels
Not real purist
We hide in nestles

Where it is secure
Until the bad weather passes
We are not on a timetable tour
Creeping about like molasses

Enjoying the swim
Fishing and eating
Everything a whim
Not competing

Enjoying life
Sailing about
No mayhem or strife
Sailing the best route

Praise on my lips
Salute to sailors of old
And their necessary trips
They were brave and bold